And in the breath of bitter words let's smother
My damned son, which thy two sweet sons smother'd.
I hear his drum: be copious in exclaims.
[Enter KING RICHARD III, marching, with drums and trumpets]
KING RICHARD III Who intercepts my expedition?
DUCHESS OF YORK O, she that might have intercepted thee,
By strangling thee in her accursed womb
From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done!
QUEEN ELIZABETH 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?
DUCHESS OF YORK Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy brother Clarence?
And little Ned Plantagenet, his son?
QUEEN ELIZABETH Where is kind Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey?
KING RICHARD III A flourish, trumpets! strike alarum, drums!
Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women
Rail on the Lord's enointed: strike, I say!
[Flourish. Alarums]
Either be patient, and entreat me fair,
Or with the clamorous report of war
Thus will I drown your exclamations.
DUCHESS OF YORK Art thou my son?
KING RICHARD III Ay, I thank God, my father, and yourself.
DUCHESS OF YORK Then patiently hear my impatience.
KING RICHARD III Madam, I have a touch of your condition,
Which cannot brook the accent of reproof.
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