[♦] Help not at all, yet do they ease the heart.
[♦] Duch. If so, then be not tongue-tied: go with me,
And in the breath of bitter words let’s smother
[♦] My damned son, which thy two sweet sons smother’d.
[135] I hear his drum: be copious in exclaims.
Enter KING RICHARD, marching, with drums and trumpets.
[♦] K. Rich. Who intercepts my expedition?
[♦] Duch. O, she that might have intercepted thee,
By strangling thee in her accursed womb,
From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done!