[♦] K. Rich. Do then; but I’ll not hear.
[160] Duch. I will be mild and gentle in my speech.
K. Rich. And brief, good mother; for I am in haste.
[♦] Duch. Art thou so hasty? I have stay’d for thee,
[♦] God knows, in anguish, pain and agony.
K. Rich. And came I not at last to comfort you?
165 Duch. No, by the holy rood, thou know’st it well,
Thou camest on earth to make the earth my hell.
A grievous burthen was thy birth to me;
Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy;