5. SCENE V. Another part of the Field.
For God's sake, take away this captive scold.
Nay, take away this scolding crook-back rather.
Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.
Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert.
I know my duty; you are all undutiful.
Lascivious Edward,--and thou perjur'd George,--
And thou misshapen Dick,--I tell ye all,
I am your better, traitors as ye are;--
And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine.
Take that, the likeness of this railer here.
Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony.
And there's for twitting me with perjury.
O, kill me too!
Marry, and shall.
[Offers to kill her.]
Hold, Richard, hold! for we have done to much.
Why should she live to fill the world with words?
What! doth she swoon? use means for her recovery.
Clarence, excuse me to the king, my brother.
I'll hence to London on a serious matter;
Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.
The Tower! the Tower!