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QUEEN Exeunt.

Then whither he goes, thither let me go. [85]

RICHARD

So two together weeping make one woe.
Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here.
Better far off than, near, be ne’er the nea’er.
Go count thy way with sighs, I mine with groans.

QUEEN

So longest way shall have the longest moans. [90]

RICHARD

Twice for one step I’ll groan, the way being short,
And piece the way out with a heavy heart.
Come, come - in wooing sorrow let’s be brief,
Since wedding it, there is such length in grief.
One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part. [95]
Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart.

QUEEN

Give me mine own again. ’Twere no good part
To take on me to keep and kill thy heart.
So, now I have mine own again, be gone,
That I may strive to kill it with a groan. [100]

RICHARD

We make woe wanton with this fond delay.
Once more, adieu. The rest let sorrow say.

Scene II IT

Enter Duke of York and the Duchess.

DUCHESS

My lord, you told me you would tell the rest,
When weeping made you break the story off,
Of our two cousins’ coming into London.