KING RICHARD.
Ay, if your self’s remembrance wrong yourself.
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
Yet thou didst kill my children.
KING RICHARD.
But in your daughter’s womb I bury them,
Where, in that nest of spicery, they will breed
Selves of themselves, to your recomforture.
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
Shall I go win my daughter to thy will?
KING RICHARD.
And be a happy mother by the deed.
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
I go. Write to me very shortly,
And you shall understand from me her mind.
KING RICHARD.
Bear her my true love’s kiss; and so, farewell.
[Kissing her. Exit Queen Elizabeth.]
Relenting fool, and shallow, changing woman!
Enter Ratcliffe.