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QUEEN ELIZABETH

The king? Who’s that?

QUEEN ELIZABETH

The king? Who’s that?

BRAKENBURY

     I mean, the Lord Protector.

BRAKENBURY

I meant to say the Lord Protector.

QUEEN ELIZABETH

The Lord protect him from that kingly title!
20Hath he set bounds between their love and me?
I am their mother. Who shall bar me from them?

QUEEN ELIZABETH

The Lord keep him from the title of king! Richard has set boundaries between my love and theirs? I am their mother. Who’s going to keep me from them?

DUCHESS

I am their father’s mother. I will see them.

DUCHESS

I am their father’s mother. I will see them.

ANNE

Their aunt I am in law, in love their mother.
Then bring me to their sights. I’ll bear thy blame
25And take thy office from thee, on my peril.

ANNE

I am their aunt, and I love them like a mother. So take me to see them. Officer, I’ll take the responsibility from you, and the blame too.

BRAKENBURY

No, madam, no. I may not leave it so.
I am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me.

BRAKENBURY

No, madam, no. I can’t do this. I am bound by oath, so please forgive me.
Exit
He exits.
Enter Lord STANLEY, earl of Derby
Lord STANLEY, earl of Derby, enters.

STANLEY

Let me but meet you ladies one hour hence,
And I’ll salute your Grace of York as mother
30And reverend looker-on, of two fair queens.
(to ANNE)
Come, madam, you must straight to Westminster,
There to be crownèd Richard’s royal queen.

STANLEY

In just an hour from now, Duchess of York, I’ll be saluting you as the mother of two beautiful queens. (to ANNE) Come, madam, you must go straight to Westminster Abbey, where you will be crowned Richard’s queen.

QUEEN ELIZABETH

Ah, cut my lace asunder,
35That my pent heart may have some scope to beat,
Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news!

QUEEN ELIZABETH

Oh, cut my bodice-staps so that my pent-up heart can have some room to breathe, or I’ll faint from this deadly news!

ANNE

Despiteful tidings! O, unpleasing news!

ANNE

Cruel, cruel news!

DORSET

(to QUEEN ELIZABETH) Be of good cheer, mother. How fares
   your Grace?

DORSET

(to QUEEN ELIZABETH) Cheer up, mother. How are you feeling?