KING EDWARD.
No more than when my daughters call thee mother.
Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children;
And, by God’s mother, I, being but a bachelor,
Have other some. Why, ’tis a happy thing
To be the father unto many sons.
Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen.
RICHARD.
[Aside to George.] The ghostly father now hath done his shrift.
GEORGE.
[Aside to Richard.] When he was made a shriver, ’twas for shift.
KING EDWARD.
Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had.
Richard and George come forward.
RICHARD.
The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.
KING EDWARD.
You’d think it strange if I should marry her.
GEORGE.
To whom, my lord?
KING EDWARD.
Why, Clarence, to myself.
RICHARD.
That would be ten days’ wonder at the least.