QUEEN.
Then whither he goes, thither let me go.
KING 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 near.
Go, count thy way with sighs, I mine with groans.
QUEEN.
So longest way shall have the longest moans.
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.]