[140] Q. Eliz. Hidest thou that forehead with a golden crown,
[♦] Where should be graven, if that right were right,
The slaughter of the prince that owed that crown,
[♦] And the dire death of my two sons and brothers?
Tell me, thou villain slave, where are my children?
[145] Duch. Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy brother Clarence?
[♦] And little Ned Plantagenet, his son?
[♦] Q. Eliz. Where is kind Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey?
K. Rich. A flourish, trumpets! strike alarum, drums!
Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women