ACT IV.
4. SCENE IV. London. Before the palace.
(continued)
DUCHESS.
Then patiently hear my impatience.
KING RICHARD.
Madam, I have a touch of your condition
That cannot brook the accent of reproof.
DUCHESS.
O, let me speak!
KING RICHARD.
Do, then; but I'll not hear.
DUCHESS.
I will be mild and gentle in my words.
KING RICHARD.
And brief, good mother; for I am in haste.
DUCHESS.
Art thou so hasty? I have stay'd for thee,
God knows, in torment and in agony.
KING RICHARD.
And came I not at last to comfort you?
DUCHESS.
No, by the holy rood, thou know'st it well
Thou cam'st on earth to make the earth my hell.
A grievous burden was thy birth to me;
Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy;
Thy school-days frightful, desperate, wild, and furious;
Thy prime of manhood daring, bold, and venturous;
Thy age confirm'd, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody,
More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred:
What comfortable hour canst thou name
That ever grac'd me with thy company?
KING RICHARD.
Faith, none but Humphrey Hour, that call'd your grace
To breakfast once forth of my company.
If I be so disgracious in your eye,
Let me march on and not offend you, madam.--
Strike up the drum.
DUCHESS.
I pr'ythee hear me speak.
KING RICHARD.
You speak too bitterly.
DUCHESS.
Hear me a word;
For I shall never speak to thee again.
KING RICHARD.
So.
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