KING RICHARD.
Then know, that from my soul I love thy daughter.
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
My daughter’s mother thinks it with her soul.
KING RICHARD.
What do you think?
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
That thou dost love my daughter from thy soul.
So from thy soul’s love didst thou love her brothers,
And from my heart’s love I do thank thee for it.
KING RICHARD.
Be not so hasty to confound my meaning.
I mean that with my soul I love thy daughter,
And do intend to make her Queen of England.
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
Well, then, who dost thou mean shall be her king?
KING RICHARD.
Even he that makes her Queen. Who else should be?
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
What, thou?
KING RICHARD.
Even so. How think you of it?
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
How canst thou woo her?