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RICHARD

Faith, none but Humfrey Hower, that called your Grace
To breakfast once, forth of my company.
If I be so disgracious in your eye,
180Let me march on and not offend you, madam.—
Strike up the drum.

RICHARD

DUCHESS

     I prithee, hear me speak.

DUCHESS

Please, listen to me.

RICHARD

You speak too bitterly.

RICHARD

You’re too bitter.

DUCHESS

     Hear me a word,
For I shall never speak to thee again.

DUCHESS

Just listen this once. I’ll never speak to you again.

RICHARD

So.

RICHARD

So be it.

DUCHESS

185Either thou wilt die by God’s just ordinance
Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror,
Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish
And nevermore behold thy face again.
Therefore take with thee my most grievous curse,
190Which in the day of battle tire thee more
Than all the complete armor that thou wear’st.
My prayers on the adverse party fight,
And there the little souls of Edward’s children
Whisper the spirits of thine enemies
195And promise them success and victory.
Bloody thou art; bloody will be thy end.
Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.

DUCHESS

Either you will die as you should, before you’ve had a chance to win this battle, or I will die from grief and age and never look upon your face again. So, take with you my heaviest curse, which I hope wears you out in battle even more than your heavy suit of armor will. I pray that the little souls of Edward’s children will whisper to your enemies and promise them success and victory. You are violent, and your end will be violent. Your life was shameful, and let your death be, too.