K. Rich. All unavoided is the doom of destiny.
Q. Eliz. True, when avoided grace makes destiny:
My babes were destined to a fairer death,
220 If grace had bless’d thee with a fairer life.
[♦] K. Rich. You speak as if that I had slain my cousins.
[♦] Q. Eliz. Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle cozen’d
Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life.
[♦] Whose hand soever lanced their tender hearts,
225 Thy head, all indirectly, gave direction:
No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt