The Tragedie
24912237I may not
su
ffer you to vi
site him,
24922238The King hath
straightlie charged the contrarie.
24942240Lieu. I crie you mercie, I meane the Lord prote
ctor.
24952241Qu. The Lord prote
ct him from that Kinglie title:
24962242Hath he
set boundes betwixt their loue and me
: 24972243I am their mother, who
should keepe me from them?
24982244Du.yor. I am their Fathers, Mother, I will
see them.
25002245Duch.glo. Their aunt I am in law, in loue their mother:
25012246Then feare not thou, Ile beare thy blame,
25022247And take thy o
ffice from thee on my perill.
25032248Lieu. I doe be
seech your graces all to pardon me:
25042249I am bound by oath, I may not doe it.
Enter L. Stanlie. 25072250Stan. Let me but meete you Ladies an houre hence,
25082251And Ile
salute your grace of Yorke, as Mother
: 25092252And reuerente looker on, of two faire Queenes.
25102253Come Madam, you mu
st go with me to We
stmin
ster,
25112254There to be crowned, Richards royall Queene.
25122255Qu O cut my lace in
sunder, that my pent heart,
25132256May haue
some
scope to beate, or el
se I
sound,
25162258Dor. Madam, haue comfort, how fares your grace?
25182259Qu O Dor
set
speake not to me, get thee hence,
25192260Death and de
stru
ction dogge thee at the heeles,
25202261Thy Mothers name is ominous to children,
25212262If thou wilt out
strip death, go cro
sse the
seas,
25222263And liue with Richmond, from the reach of hell,
25232264Go hie thee, hie thee from this
slaughter hou
se,
25242265Lea
st thou increa
se the number of the dead,
25252266 And make me die the thrall of Margarets cur
sse,
25262267Nor Mother, Wife, nor Englands counted Queene.
25272268Stan. Full of wi
se care is this your coun
sell Madam,
25282269Take all the
swift aduantage of the time,
25292270You
shall haue letters from me to my
sonne,
25302271To meete you on the way, and welcome you,
25312272Be not tane tardie, by vnwi
se delaie
: 25322273Duch. yor. O ill di
sper
sing winde of mi
serie,
25332274O my accur
sed wombe, the bed of death,
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