Page 1222 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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ELIZABET H
Where is the gentle Rivers, Vaughan, Grey?
DUCHESS
Where is kind Hastings?
KING RICHARD
A flourish, trumpets! Strike alarum, drums!
Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women [150]
Rail on the Lord’s anointed. Strike, I say!
Flourish; alarums.
Either be patient and entreat me fair,
Or with the clamorous report of war
Thus will I drown your exclamations.
DUCHESS
Art thou my son? [155]
KING RICHARD
Ay, I thank God, my father, and yourself.
DUCHESS
Then patiently hear my impatience.
KING RICHARD
Madam, I have a touch of your condition,
That cannot brook the accent of reproof.
DUCHESS
O let me speak.
KING RICHARD
Do then, but I’ll not hear. [160]
DUCHESS
I will be mild and gentle in my words.
KING RICHARD
And brief, good mother, for I am in haste.
