KING 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;
Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart.
[They kiss.]
QUEEN.
Give me mine own again; ’twere no good part
To take on me to keep and kill thy heart.
[They kiss again.]
So, now I have mine own again, be gone,
That I may strive to kill it with a groan.
KING RICHARD.
We make woe wanton with this fond delay:
Once more, adieu. The rest let sorrow say.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. The same. A room in the Duke of York’s palace.
Enter York and his 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.