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Bade me rely on him, as on my father,
Duch. Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice!
Enter GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, HASTINGS, RATCLIFF, and others.
Glo. Sister, have comfort: all of us have cause To wail the dimming of our shining star; But none can cure their harms by wailing them.Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy,
I did not see your grace :-Humbly on my knee
Son. Think you, my uncle did dissemble, gran- I crave your blessing. dam?
Duch. Ay, boy.
Son. I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this! Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, distractedly; and DORSET, following her.
Q. Eliz. Ah! who shall hinder me to wail and weep?
To chide my fortune, and torment myself?
Duch. What means this scene of rude impatience?
Duch. Ah, so much interest have I in thy sorrow, As I had title in thy noble husband!
I have bewept a worthy husband's death,
How can we aid you with our kindred tears?
Q. Eliz. Give me no help in lamentation, I am not barren to bring forth laments: All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, That I, being govern'd by the wat'ry moon, May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! Ah, for my husband, for my dear lord Edward! Chil. Ah, for our father, for our dear lord Clarence!
Duch. Alas, for both, both mine, Edward and Clarence!
Q. Eliz. What stay had I, but Edward? and he's gone.
Chil. What stay had we, but Clarence? and he's
Duch. What stays had I, but they? and they are gone.
Q. Eliz. Was never widow, had so dear a loss. Chil. Were never orphans, had so dear a loss. Duch. Was never mother, had so dear a loss. Alas! I am the mother of these griefs; Their woes are parcell'd,' mine are general. She for an Edward weeps, and so do I; I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I: I for an Edward weep, so do not they: Alas! you three, on me, threefold distress'd, Pour all your tears; I am your sorrow's nurse, And I will pamper it with lamentations.
Dor. Comfort, dear mother; God is much displeas'd,
That you take with unthankfulness his doing;
Riv. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother, Of the young prince your son: send straight for him, Let him be crown'd; in him your comfort lives: Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave, And plant your joys in living Edward's throne.
Duch. God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast,
Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!
Glo. Amen; and make me die a good old man!That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing; [Aside. I marvel that her grace did leave it out.
Buck. You cloudy princes, and heart-sorrowing
That bear this mutual heavy load of moan,
Riv. Why with some little train, my lord of
Buck. Marry, my lord, lest by a multitude,
Where every horse bears his commanding rein,
Glo. I hope, the king made peace with all of us; And the compact is firm, and true, in me.
Riv. And so in me; and so, I think, in all: Yet, since it is but green, it should be put To no apparent likelihood of breach, Which, haply, by much company might be urged: Therefore I say, with noble Buckingham, That it is meet so few should fetch the prince. Hast. And so say I.
Glo. Then be it so; and go we to determine Who they shall be that straight shall post to Lud
Madam, and you my mother, will you go
As index3 to the story we late talk'd of,
SCENE III-A Street.
Enter two Citizens, meeting.
1 Cit. Good-morrow, neighbor: Whither away so fast?
2 Cit. I promise you, I scarcely know myself: Hear you the news abroad?
Yes; the king's dead. 2 Cit. Ill news, by'r lady; seldom comes the
1 Cit. So stood the state, when Henry the Sixth Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old. 3 Cit. Stood the state so? no, no, good friends, God wot;5
For then this land was famously enrich'd
1 Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father and
3 Cit. Better it were they all came by his father. Or, by his father, there were none at all:
For emulation now, who shall be nearest,
And were they to be rul'd, and not to rule,
1 Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will
3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wise men put on
When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand;
2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear: You cannot reason almost with a man That looks not heavily, and full of dread.
3 Cit. Before the days of change, still is it so:
2 Cit. Marry, we were sent or to the justices
SCENE IV.-A Room in the Palace.
Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Stony-
And at Northampton they do rest to-night:
York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so. Duch. Why, my good cousin? it is good to grow. York. Grandam, one night, as we did sit at supper, My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow
More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle Gloster. Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace: And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make haste.
Duch. 'Good faith, 'good faith, the saying did not hold
In him that did object the same to thee:
He was the wretched'st thing, when he was young,
So long a growing, and so leisurely,
Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious madam. Duch. I hope, he is; but yet let mothers doubt. York. Now,by my troth, 11 I had been remember'd, I could have given my uncle's grace a flout, To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd mine. Duch. How, my young York? I pr'ythee, let me hear it.
York. Marry, they say my uncle grew so fast, That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old; 'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. Grandam, this would have been a biting jest. Duch. I pr'ythee, pretty York, who told you this? York. Grandam, his nurse.
Duch. His nurse? why, she was dead ere thou wast born.
York. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me. Q. Eliz. A parious boy: Go to, you are too shrewd. Arch. Good madam, be not angry with the child Q. Eliz. Pitchers have ears.
Mess. Well, madam, and in health.
With them sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.
Gloster and Buckingham.
The mighty dukes.
Q. Eliz. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house!
Upon the innocent and awless throne:-
Q. Eliz. Come, come, my boy, we will to sanctuary.Madam, farewell.
Stay, I will go with you.
Q. Eliz. You have no cause.
My gracious lady, go,
That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious. Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary. [Exeunt.
Prince. I thank you, good my lord-and thank you all.[Exeunt Mayor, &c I thought my mother, and my brother York, Would long ere this have met us on the way: Fye, what a slug is Hastings! that he comes not To tell us, whether they will come, or no. Enter HASTINGS.
Buck. And in good time, here comes the sweating lord.
Prince. Welcome, my lord; What, will our mo ther come?
Hast. On what occasion, God he knows, not I, The queen your mother, and your brother York, Have taken sanctuary: The tender prince Would fain have come with me to meet your grace, But by his mother was perforce withheld.
Buck. Fye! what an indirect and peevish course
Of blessed sanctuary! not for all this land,
Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord, Too ceremonious, and traditional:
Weigh it but with the grossness of this age,
To those whose dealings have deserv'd the place,
Come on, lord Hastings, will you go with me?
Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy haste you
Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal self. If I may counsel you, some day or two, Your highness shall repose you at the Tower: Then where you please, and shall be thought most fit For your best health and recreation.
Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place:Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord?
Glo. He did, my gracious ford, begin that place: Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified. Prince. Is it upon record? or else reported Successively from age to age he built it?
Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord. Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register'd Methinks, the truth should live from age to age, As 'twere reta'd to all posterity,
Even to the general all-ending day.
Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long.
Prince. What say you, uncle?
Glo. I say, without characters, fame lives long.
I'll win our ancient right in France agarr!,
Glo. Short summers lightlys have a forward spring.
Enter YORK, HASTINGS, and the Cardinal. Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke of York.
Sensible Vice, the buffoon in the old plays. • Commonly.
Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving brother?
York. Well, my dread lord; so must I call you
Prince. Ay, brother; to our grief, as it is yours; Too late? he died, that might have kept that title, Which by his death hath lost much majesty.
Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York! York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord, You said, that idle weeds are fast in growth: The prince, my brother, hath outgrown me far. Glo. He hath, my lord. York. And therefore is he idle? Glo. O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. York. Then he is more beholden to you, than I. Glo. He may command me, as my sovereign; But you have power in me as in a kinsman. York. I pray you, uncle, then, give me this dagger. Glo. My dagger, little cousin? with all my heart. Prince. A beggar, brother?!
York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give; And being but a toy, which is no grief to give.
Glo. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin.
In weightier things you'll say a beggar, nay.
Glo. What, would you have my weapon, little lord?
York. I would, that I might thank you as you call me.
Glo. How? York. Little.
Prince. My lord of York will still be cross in talk;
Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him. York. You mean, to bear me, not to bear with
Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me;
Myself, and my good cousin Buckingham,
Prince. My lord protector needs will have it so. York. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower. Glo. Why, sir, what should you fear? York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost; My grandam told me, he was murder'd there. Prince. I fear no uncles dead.
Glo. Nor none that live, I hope. Prince. An if they live. I hope, I need not fear. But come, my lord, and, with a heavy heart, Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower.
[Exeunt PRINCE, YORK, HASTINGS, Cardinal, and Attendants.
Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating York
Come hither, gentle Catesby; thou art swor
As closely to conceal what we impart:
Cate. He for his father's sake so loves the prince, That he will not be won to aught against him. Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley? will
And, as it were far off, sound thou lord Hastings,
If thou dost find him tractable to us,
Be thou so too; and so break off the talk,
And give us notice of his inclination:
Hast. How! wear the garland? dost thou mean the crown?
Cate. Ay, my good lord.
Hast. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my
Before I'll see the crown so foul misplaced.
Cate. Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you for-
Upon his party, for the gain thereof;
And thereupon, he sends you this good news,
Glo. Commend me to lord William: tell him, That, this same very day, your enemies,
His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries
Cate. My good lords both, with all the heed I
Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we sleep?
Cate. You shall, my lord.
Glo. At Crosby-place, there shall you find us both. [Exit CATESBY. Buck. Now, my lord, what shall we do, if we perceive
Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots?
And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me
Buck. I'll claim that promise at your grace's hand.
Hast. Cannot thy master sleep the tedious nights? Mess. So it should seem by that I have to say. First he commends him to your noble lordship. Hast. And then,
Mess. And then he sends you word, he dreamt To-night the boar had rased off his helm: Besides, he says, there are two councils held; And that may be determin'd at the one, Which may make you and him to rue at the other. Therefore he sends to know your lordship's plea
If presently, you will take horse with him,
Hast. Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord;
Tell him, his fears are shallow, wanting instance:4
The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret.
Cate. God keep your lordship in that gracious mind!
Hast. But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month hence,
That they, who brought me in my master's hate,
Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older.
Hast. O monstrous, monstrous! and so falls itout
Cate. The princes both make high account of
For they account his head upon the bridge. [side. Hast. I know, they do; and I have well deserv "dit! Enter STANLEY.
Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear, man? Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided?
Stan. My lord, good morrow; and good morrow, Catesby :
You may jest on, but, by the holy rood,"
I do not like these several councils, I.
Hast. My lord, I hold my life as dear as you Is; And never, in my life, I do protest,
Was it more precious to me than 'tis now:
Stan. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from
Were jocund, and suppos'd their states were sure,
But yet, you see of rancor 1 misdoubt;
Pray God, I say, prove a needless coward!
what, my lord?
To-day, the lords you talk of are beheaded.
Than some, that have accus'd them, wear their hats. But come, my lord, let's away.
Enter a Pursuivant.
Hast. Go on before, I'll talk with this good fellow. [Exeunt STANLEY and CATES BY. How now, sirrah, how goes the world with thee! Purs. The better that your lordship please to ask. Hast. I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now, Than when thou met'st me last where now we meet: Then was I going prisoner to the Tower, By the suggestion of the queen's allies; But now I tell thee, (keep it to thyself,) This day those enemies are put to death, And I in better state than e'er I was.
Purs. God hold it, to your honor's good content! Hast. Gramercy, fellow: There drink that for [Throwing him his purse. Purs. I thank your honor. [Exit Pursuivant
Enter a Priest.
Pr. Well met, my lord; I am glad to see honor.
Hast. I thank thee, good sir John, with all heart.
I am in your debt for your last exercise;
Buck. What, talking with a priest, lord chamberlain?
Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest; Your honor hath no shriving work in hand.
Hast. 'Good faith, and when I met this holy man, The men you talk of came into my mind. What, go you toward the Tower?
Come, will you go?
Buck. I do, my lord; but long I cannot stay there: I shall return before your lordship thence." Hast. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there. Buck. And supper too, although thou know'st it [Aside. Hast. I'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Pomfret. Before the Castle. Enter RATCLIFF, with a Guard, conducting RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN, to Execution. Rat. Come, bring forth the prisoners. Rir. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this,To-day, shalt thou behold a subject die, For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.
Grey. God keep the prince from all the pack of you! A knot you are of damned blood-suckers. Vaugh. You live, that shall cry woe for this here
Rat. Despatch; the limit of your lives is out.
When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and I,
Then curs'd she Richard:-O, remember, God,
SCENE IV.-London. A Room in the Tower.
Who is most inward2 with the noble duke? Ely. Your grace, we think, should soonest know his mind.
Buck. We know each other's faces; for our hearts,
He knows no more of mine, than I of yours;
Ely. In happy time, here comes the duke himself.
His lordship knows me well, and loves me well.—
Ely. Where is my lord protector? I have sent For these strawberries.
Hast. His grace looks cheerfully and smooth this
There's some conceit3 or other likes him well,
Re-enter GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM.
Hast. The tender love I bear your grace, my lord, Makes me most forward in this noble presence To doom the offenders: Whosoe'er they be, I say, my lord, they have deserved death.
Glo. Then be your eyes the witness of their evil, Look how I am bewitch'd; behold mine arm Is, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up: And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch, Consorted with that harlot, strumpet Shore, That by their witchcraft thus have marked inc.
Hast. If they have done this deed, my noble lord,— Glo. If! thou protector of this damned strumpet, Talk'st thou to ine of ifs?-Thou art a traitor :Off with his head:-now, by saint Paul I swear, I will not dine until I see the same.Lovel, and Catesby, look that it be done; The rest that love me, rise, and follow me.
[Exeunt Council, with GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM.
Hast. Woe, woe, for England! not a whit for me; For I, too fond, might have prevented this: Stanley did dream, the boar did rase his helm; But I disdain'd it, and did scorn to fly. Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse did stumble, And startled, when he look'd upon the Tower, As loath to bear me to the slaughter-house. O, now I want the priest that spake to me: I now repent I told the pursuivant, As too triumphing, how mine enemies To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd, And I myself secure in grace and favor. O, Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse Is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head. Cate. Despatch, my lord, the duke would be at
Make a short shrift, he longs to see your head.
Lov. Come, come, despatch; 'tis bootless to exclaim.
Hast. O, bloody Richard!-miserable England! I prophesy the fearful'st time to thee, That ever wretched age hath look'd upon.Come, lead me to the block, bear him my head, They smile at me, who shortly shall be dead.