Now tell me, madam, do you love your children?

My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers,
That love which virtue begs and virtue grants

Lady Grey
Therefore I came unto your Majesty.
King Edward
I'll tell you how these lands are to be got.
AnadiplosisLady Grey
So shall you bind me to your Highness' service.
King Edward
What service wilt thou do me if I give them?
Lady Grey
What you command that rests in me to do.
AntanaclasisKing Edward
But you will take exceptions to my boon.
Lady Grey
No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.
King Edward
Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask.
Lady Grey
Why, then, I will do what your Grace commands.Stichomythia
Richard, aside to Clarence
He plies her hard, and much rain wears the marble.Metaphor
Clarence, aside to Richard
As red as fire!Simile Nay, then, her wax must meltMetaphor.
Lady Grey
AnadiplosisWhy stops my lord? Shall I not hear my task?
King Edward
An easy task; 'tis but to love a king.
Lady Grey
That's soon performed because I am a subject.
King Edward
Why, then, thy husband's lands I freely give thee.
Lady Grey
HyperboleI take my leave with many thousand thanks.Stichomythia
She curtsies and begins to exit.
Richard, aside to Clarence
The match is made; she seals it with a cursy.
King Edward
But stay thee; 'tis the fruits of love I mean.
Lady Grey
AlliterationThe fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.
King Edward
Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense.
AlliterationWhat love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get?
Lady Grey
AnaphoraMy love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers,
AnaphoraThat love which virtue begs and virtue grants.
King Edward
No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.
Lady Grey
Why, then, you mean not as I thought you did.
AnadiplosisKing Edward
But now you partly may perceive my mind.
Lady Grey
My mind will never grant what I perceive
Your Highness Antanaclasisaims at, if I aim aright.
AnaphoraKing Edward
To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.
Lady Grey
To tell you plain, I had rather Antanaclasislie in prison.
AnaphoraKing Edward
Why, then, thou shalt not have thy husband's lands.
Lady Grey
Why, then, mine honesty shall be my dower,
For by that loss I will not purchase them.
AnaphoraKing Edward
Therein thou wrong'st thy children mightily.
Lady Grey
Herein your Highness wrongs both them and me.
AlliterationBut, mighty lord, this merry inclination
Accords not with the sadness of my suit.
Please you dismiss me either with ay or no.
King Edward
Isocolon & AntithesisAy, if thou wilt say —ay to my request;
No, if thou dost say —no to my demand.
Lady Grey
Then no, my lord; my suit is at an end.Stichomythia, Anatanaclasis & Anadiplosis
Richard, aside to Clarence
The widow likes him not; she knits her brows.
Clarence, aside to Richard
He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom.Hyperbole
King Edward, aside
Her looks doth argue her replete with modesty;
Her words doth show her wit incomparable;Anaphora, Isocolon & Alliteration
All her perfections challenge sovereignty.
One way or other, she is for a king,
And she shall be my love or else my queen.—
Say that King Edward take thee for his queen?
Lady Grey
‘Tis better said than done, my gracious lord.
AlliterationI am a subject fit to jest withal,
But far unfit to be a sovereign.Alliosis
King Edward
Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee
I speak no more than what my soul intends,Alliteration
And that is, to enjoy thee for my love.
Lady Grey
And that is more than I will yield unto.Anaphora
I know I am too mean to be your queen
And yet too good to be your concubine.Alliosis & Antithesis
King Edward
You cavil, widow; I did mean my queen.
Lady Grey
‘Twill grieve your Grace Alliterationmy sons should call you father.
King Edward
No more than when my daughters call thee mother
Thou art a widow and thou hast some children,
And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor,
Have other some. Why, 'tis a happy thing
To be the father unto many sons.
Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen.