Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart. 96
[They kiss.]
Queen. Give me mine own again; 'twere no good part
To take on me to keep and kill thy heart.
[They kiss again.]
So, now I have mine own again, be gone,
That I may strive to kill it with a groan. 100
K. Rich. We make woe wanton with this fond delay:
Once more, adieu; the rest let sorrow say.
Exeunt.
Scene Two
[A Room in the Duke of York's Palace]
Enter York and his Duchess.
Duch. My lord, you told me you would tell the rest,
When weeping made you break the story off,
Of our two cousins coming into London.
York. Where did I leave?
Duch. At that sad stop, my lord, 4
Where rude misgovern'd hands, from windows' tops,
Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard's head.
York. Then, as I said, the duke, great Bolingbroke,
Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed, 8
Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know,
With slow but stately pace kept on his course,
Whilst all tongues cried, 'God save thee, Bolingbroke!'
101 wanton: pampered, 'spoiled'
fond: foolishly affectionate, also vain
3 two cousins: i.e., Richard and Bolingbroke
4 leave: pause
