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The Court.

Enter King Edward sick, the Queen, Dorset, Ri-
vers, Hastings, Buckingham, Grey, and others.5
K. Edw. WHY, so:-now have I done a good
day's work;
You peers, continue this united league:
I every day expect an embassage
From my Redeemer to redeem me hence;
And now in peace my soul shall part to heaven,
Since I have made my friends at peace on earth.
Rivers, and Hastings, take each other's hand;
Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love.
Riv. By heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudg-15
ing hate;

Buck. And, in good time, here comes the noble
Enter Gloster.
Glo. Good-morrow to my sovereign king and
And, princely peers, a happy time of day! [queen;
K. Edw. Happy, indeed, as we have spent the
Brother, we have done deeds of charity; [day:-
Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate,
Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.
Glo. A blessed labour,my most sovereign liege.--
10Among this princely heap, if any here,

By false intelligence, or wrong surmise,
Hold me a foe; if I unwittingly

Have aught committed that is hardly borne
By any in this presence, I desire
To reconcile me to his friendly peace:
Tis death to me, to be at enmity;

And with my hand I seal my true heart's love.
Hast. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like!
K. Edw. Take heed, you dally not before your
Lest He, that is the supreme King of kings,
Confound your hidden falsehood, and award
Either of you to be the other's end.

I hate it, and desire all good men's love.-
First, madam, I entreat true peace of you,
Which I will purchase with my duteous service;→
20Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham,

If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us;-
Of you, lord Rivers,-and, lord Grey, of you,
That all without desert have frown'd on me;-
Of you, lordWoodville,--and, lord Scales, of you,→→
25 Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen; indeed, of all.
I do not know that Englishman alive,
With whom my soul is any jot at odds,
More than the infant that is born to-night;
I thank my God for my humility.

Hast. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love.
Riv. And I, as I love Hastings with my heart!
K. Edw. Madam, yourself are not exempt in
Nor your son Dorset,-Buckingham, nor you;-
You have been factious one against the other.
Wife, love lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand; 30
And what you do, do it unfeignedly. [remember
Queen. There, Hastings;-I will never more
Our former hatred, so thrive I, and mine!
K.Edw. Dorset, embrace him ;-Hastings, love
lord marquis.

Queen. Aholy-day this shall be kept hereafter:-
would to God,all strifes were well compounded,--
My sovereign lord, I do beseech your highness
To take our brother Clarence to your grace.


Dor. This interchange of love, I here protest, Upon my part, shall be inviolable.

Hast. And so swear I.

[this league

K. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou
With thy embracements to my wife's allies,
And make me happy in your unity.


Buck. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate Upon your grace, but with all duteous love

[To the Queen.
Doth cherish you, and yours, God punish me
With hate in those where I expect most love!
When I have most need to employ a friend,
And most assured that he is a friend,
Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile,
Be he unto me! This do I beg of heaven,
When I am cold in love, to you, or yours.
[Embracing Rivers, &c.

K. Edw. A pleasing cordial, princely Bucking-
Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart. [ham,
There wanteth now our brother Gloster here,
To make the blessed period of this peace.

Glo. Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this, 35 To be so flouted in this royal presence? Who knows not, that the gentle duke is dead? [They all start. You do him injury, to scorn his corse. [he is? K.Edw. Who knows not, he is dead! who knows Queen. All-seeing heaven, what a world is this! Buck. Look I so pale, lord Dorset, as the rest? Dr. Ay, my good lord; and no man in the presence,

But his red-colour hath forsook his cheeks.


K. Edw. Is Clarence dead? the order was re-

Glo. But he, poor man, by your first order died,
And that a winged Mercury did bear;
Some tardy cripple bore the countermand',
50 That came too lag to see him buried:—

God grant, that some, less noble, and less loyal
Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood,
Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did,
And yet go current from suspicion!
Enter Lord Stanley.


Stan. A boon, my sovereign, for my service done!

This alludes to a proverbial expression, that "Ill news hath wings, and with the wind doth go; "Comfort's a cripple, and comes ever slow."

K. Edros

K. Edw. I pr'ythee, peace; my soul is full of


Stan. I will not rise, unless your highness hear me. K. Edw. Then say at once, what is it thou request'st.

Stan.The forfeit', sovereign, of my servant's life;
Who slew to-day a riotous gentleman,
Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk.

K. Ed. Have I a tongue to doom my bro-
ther's death,


Dutch. My pretty cousins, you mistake me
I do lament the sickness of the king, [both:
As loth to lose him; not your father's death;
It were lost sorrow, to wail one that's lost.
Son. Then,grandam, you conclude that he is dead.
The king mine uncle is to blame for this :
God will revenge it; whom I will importune
With earnest prayers, all to that effect.

Daugh. And so will I. [love you well: 10 Dutch. Peace, children, peace! the king doth Incapable and shallow innocents,

And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave?
My brother kill'd no man, his fault was thought,
And yet his punishment was bitter death.
Who su'd to me for him? who, in my wrath,
Kneel'd at my feet, and bid me be advis'd?
Who spoke of brotherhood? who spoke of love?
Who told me, how the poor soul did forsake
The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me?
Who told me, in the field at Tewksbury
When Oxford had me down, he rescu'd me,
And said, Dear brother, live, and be a king?
Who told me, when we both lay in the field,
Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me
E'en in his garments; and did give himself,
All thin and naked, to the numb-cold night?
All this from my remembrance brutish wrath
Sinfully pluck'd, and not a man of you
Had so much grace to put it in my mind.
But, when your carters, or your waiting vassals,
Have done a drunken slaughter, and defac'd
The precious image of our dear Redeemer,
You straight are on your knees for pardon, pardon;
And I, unjustly too, must grant it you :-
But for my brother not a man would speak,-
Nor I (ungracious) speak unto myself
For him, poor soul.The proudest of you all
Hath been beholden to him in his life;
Yet none of you would once plead for his life.-
O God! I fear, thy justice will take hold
On me, and you, and mine, and yours, for this.-40
Come, Hastings, help me to my closet. Oh,
Poor Clarence! [Exeunt King and Queen, Hast-
ings, Rivers, Dorset, and Grey.
Glo. These are the fruits of rashness!-Mark'd
you not,

How that the guilty kindred of the queen [death?
Look'd pale, when they did hear of Clarence'
O! they did urge it still unto the king:
God will revenge it. Come, lords; will you go,
To comfort Edward with our company?
Buck. We wait upon your grace.


You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death.
Son. Grandam, we can: for my good uncle Gloster
Told me, the king, provok'd to 't by the queen,
15 Devis'd impeachments to imprison him:
And when my uncle told me so, he wept,
And pitied me, and kindly kiss'd my
Bade me rely on him, as on my father,
And he would love me dearly as his child.


20 Dutch. Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle



And with a virtuous vizor hide deep vice!
He is my son, ay, and therein my shame,
Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit.
Son. Think you, my uncle did dissemble, gran-
Dutch. Ay, boy.
Son. I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this?
Enter the Queen, distractedly; Rivers, and Dorset,
after her.

Queen. Ah! who shall hinder me to wail and

To chide my fortune, and torment myself?
I'll join with black despair against my soul,
And to myself become an enemy.-


Dutch. What means this scene of rude impa-
Queen. To make an act of tragic violence:—
Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead.—
Why grow the branches, when the root is gone?
Why wither not the leaves, that want their sap?-
If you will live, lament; if die, be brief;
That our swift-winged souls may catch the king's;
Or, like obedient subjects, follow him
To his new kingdom of perpetual rest.

Dutch. Ah,so much interest have I in thy sorrow, 45 As I had title in thy noble husband!

I have bewept a worthy husband's death,
And liv'd by looking on his images:
But now, two mirrors of his princely semblance
Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death;
50 And I for comfort have but one false glass,

That grieves me when I see my shame in him.
Thou art a widow; yet thou art a mother,
And hast the comfort of thy children left thee:
Butdeathhath snatch'dmyhusbandfromminearms,
55 And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands,
Clarence, and Edward. O, what cause have I
(Thine being but a moiety of my grief)
To over-go thy plaints, and drown thy cries!
Son. Ah, aunt! [To the Queen.] you wept not
for our father's death;
How can we aid you with our kindred tears?
Daugh. Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd,
Your widow dolours likewise be unwept!


The same.
Enter the Dutchess of York, with the two children
of Clarence.

Son. Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead?
Dutch. No, boy.
Daugh. Why do you weep so oft? and beat your
And cry,-O Clarence, my unhappy son! [head, 60
Son. Why do you look on us, and shake your
And call us,-orphans, wretches, cast-aways,
If that our noble father be alive?

He means the remission of the forfeit.




Queen. Give me no help in lamentation,
I am not bring forth laments:
All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes,
That I, being govern'd by the watry 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 Cha-
Dutch. Alas, for both, both mine, Edward and
Queen. What stay had I, but Edward? and he's
Chil. What stay had we, but Clarence? and he's
Dutch. What stays had I, but they? and they
are gone.
Queen. Was never widow, had so dear a loss.
Chil. Were never orphans, had so dear a loss.
Dutch. 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 famentations.


Dor. Comfort, dear mother; God is much displeas'd,

The broken rancour of your high-swoln hearts,
But lately splinter'd, knit and join'd together,
Must gently be preserv'd, cherish'd, and kept:
Me seemeth good, that, with some little train,
Forthwithfrom Ludlow the youngprincebefetch'd
Hither to London, to be crown'd our king.
Rio. Why with some little train, my lord of



Buck. Marry, my lord, lest, by a multitude,
The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out:
Which would be so much the more dangerous,*
Byhowmuchtheestateisgreen, and yet ungovern'd:
Where every horse bears his commanding rein,
And may direct his course as please himself:
15 As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent,
In my opinion, ought to be prevented.

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:
20 Yet, since it is but green, it should be put
To no apparent likelihood of breach,
Which, haply, by much company might be urg'd:
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 toLudlow.
Madam, and you my mother, will you go
To give your censures in this weighty business?
[Exeunt Queen, &c.
Manent Buckingham, and Gloster.
Buck. My lord, whoever journeys to the prince,
For God's sake, let not us two stay at home;
For, by the way, I'll sort occasion,
As index to the story we late talk'd of,
Topart the queen's proud kindred from the prince.
Glo. My other self, my counsel's consistory,
My oracle, my prophet!-My dear cousin,
I, as a child, will go by thy direction.

Let him be crown'd: in him your comfort lives:
Drown desp'rate sorrow in dead Edward's grave,
And plant your joys in living Edward's throne. 40 Towards Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind.
Enter Gloster, Buckingham, Stanley, Hastings,


and Ratcliff.

That you take with unthankfulness his doing:
In common worldly things, 'tis call'd-ungrateful, 30
With dull unwillingness to pay a debt,
Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent;
Much more, to be thus opposite with heaven,
For it requires the royal debt it lent you. [ther,

Riv. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mo-35 Of the young prince your son: send straight for him,

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.-45
Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy,
I did not see your grace:-Humbly on my knee
I crave your blessing.
[thy breast,
Dutch. God bless thee; and put meekness in
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. [peers,
Buck. You cloudy princes, and heart-sorrowing
That bear this mutual heavy load of moan,
Now chear each other in each other's love:
Though we have spent our harvest of this king,
We are to reap the harvest of his son.



A Street near the Court.

Enter two Citizens, meeting.

1 Cit. Good morrow, neighbour: Whither away so fast?

2 Cit. I promise you, I hardly know myself; Hear you the news abroad?

1 Cit. Yes, that the king is dead.


2 Cit. Ill news, by'r lady: seldom comes a I fear, I fear, 'twill prove a giddy world. Enter another Citizen.

3 Cit. Neighbours, God speed!

1 Cit. Give you good morrow, sir. [death? 3 Cit. Doth the news hold of good king Edward's 2 Cit. Ay, sir, it is too true; God help, the while! 3Cit. Then,masters, lookto see a troublousworld.

Edward the young prince, in his father's life-time, and at his demise, kept his household at Ludlow, as prince of Wales, under the governance of Anthony Woodville, earl of Rivers, his uncle by the mother's side. The intention of his being sent thither was to see justice done in the Marches; and, by the authority of his presence, to restrain the Welchmen, who were wild, dissolute, and ill-disposed, from their accustomed murders and outrages. i. e. your opinions. i. e. preparatory-by way of prelude.


1 Cit. No, no; by God's good grace, his son shall reign. [child! 3 Cit. Woe to that land, that's govern'd by a 2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government; That, in his nonage, council under him, And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself, No doubt, shall then, and till then, govern well.

1 Cit. So stood the state, when Henry the sixth Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old.


Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make haste. [not hold Dutch. Good faith, good faith, the saying did In him that did object the same to thee: [young, 5 He was the wretched'st thing, when he was So long a growing, and so leisurely, That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious. Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious


3 Cit. Stood the state so? no, no, good friends,|10| God wot;

For then this land was famously enrich'd
With politick grave counsel; then the king
Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace. [mother.
1 Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father and 15
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,
Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not.
O, full of danger is the duke of Gloster; [proud: 20
And the queen's sons, and brothers, haught and
And were they to be rul'd and not to rule,
This sickly land might solace as before.

1 Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will
be well.
[their cloaks; 25|
3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wise men put on
When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand;
When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?
Untimely storms make men expect a dearth:
All may be well; but, if God sort it so,
'Tis more than we deserve, or I expect.

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:35 By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust Ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see The water swell before a boist'rous storm. But leave it all to God. Whither away? 2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the justices. 3 Cit. And so was I; I'll bear you company. [Exeunt.


Dutch. I hope, he is; but yet let mothers doubt. York. Now, by my troth, if I had been remember'd2,



could have given my uncle's grace a flout, To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd mine. Dutch. 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 years old; 'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. Grandam, this would have been a biting jest. Dutch. I pr'ythee, pretty York, who told thee York. Grandam, his nurse. [this? Dutch. His nurse! why, she was dead ere thou wast born. [me. York. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told Queen. A parlous' boy:-Go to, you are too shrewd. [child. Dutch. Good madam, be not angry with the Queen. Pitchers have ears,

Enter a Messenger.

Arch. Here comes a messenger: What news?
Mes. Such news, my lord, as grieves me to
Queen. How doth the prince? [unfold.

Mes. Well, madam, and in health.
Dutch. What is thy news?

Mes. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey,
Are sent to Pomfret, prisoners; and, with them,
Sir Thomas Vaughan.

Dutch. Who hath committed them?



Mes. The mighty dukes, Gloster and Bucking-
Queen. For what offence?

Mes. The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd;
Why, or for what, the nobles were committed,
Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady.


Queen, Ah me, I see the ruin of my house! The tyger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind; Insulting tyranny begins to jut


Upon the innocent and awless throne :Welcome destruction, blood, and massacre! 50I see, as in a map, the end of all.


A Room in the Palace.

Enter Archbishop of York, the young Duke of York,
the Queen, and the Dutchess of York.
Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Northamp-
At Stony-Stratford they do rest to-night: [ton!
To-morrow, or next day, they will be here.
Dutch. I long with all my heart to see the prince:
I hope, he is much grown since last I saw him.

Dutch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days!
How many of you have mine eyes beheld?
My husband lost his life to get the crown;
And often up and down my sons were tost,
55 For me to joy, and weep, their gain, and loss:
And being seated, and domestick broils

Queen. But I hear, no; they say, my son of York
Has almost overta'en him in his growth.
York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so.
Dutch. Why, my young 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 [ter,
More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle Glos-
Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace: 60 And frantick outrage, end thy damned spleen;
And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, Or let me die, to look on death no more!

Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors,
Make war upon themselves; brother to brother,
Blood to blood, self against self:-O, preposterous

Wretched here means paltry, pitiful, being below expectation. 2 To be remembered is used by Shakspeare to imply, to have one's memory quick, to have one's thoughts about one. is keen, shrewd, i. e. not producing awe, not reverenced. To jut upon is to encroach. Tt4

3 Parlous


Queen. Côme, conte, my boy, we will to sancMadam, farewell.


Dutch. Stay, I will go with you.
Queen. You have no cause.
Arch. My gracious lady, go.



In London.

The trumpets sound. Enter the Prince of Wales, the Dukes of Gloster and Buckingham, Cardinal Bourchier, and others.

And thither bear your treasure and your goods.
For my part, I'll resign unto your grace
The seal I keep: And so betide to me,
As well I tender you, and all of yours!
5 Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary.[Exeunt.


Persuade the queen to send the duke of York 15 Unto his princely brother presently? If she deny,-lord Hastings, you go with him, And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce. Card. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory

Buck. WELCOME, sweet prince, to London,
to your chamber'. [reign:
Glo. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sove-
weary way hath made you melancholy.
Prince. No, uncle; but our crosses on the way
Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy :
I want more uncles here to welcome me. [years

Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your
Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit :
No more can you distinguish of a man,
Than of his outward shew; which, God he knows, 30 The benefit thereof is always granted

London was anciently called Camerą regia. adherent to old customs.


Can from his mother win the duke of York,
Anon expect hini here: But if she be obdurate
To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid
We should infringe the holy privilege


Of blessed sanctuary! not for all this land,
Would I be guilty of so deep a sin.

Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord,
Too ceremonious, and traditional2:
Weigh it but with the grossness of this
You break not sanctuary in seizing him.


Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart.
Those uncles, which you want, were dangerous;
Your grace attended to their sugar'd words,
But look'd not on the poison of their hearts:
God keep you from them, and from such false


Prince. God keep me from false friends! but
they were none.
[greet you.
Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to
Enter the Lord Mayor, and his Train.
Mayor. God bless your grace with health and
happy days!


Prince. I thank you, good my lord:-and thank
you all.

I thought, my mother, and my brother York,
Would long ere this have met us on the way :-
Fie, what a slug is Hastings! that he comes not
To tell us, whether they will come, or no.

To those whose dealings have deserv'd the place,
And those who have the wit to claim the place:
This prince hath neither claim'd it, nor deserv'd it;
Therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it:
Then, taking him from thence, that is not there,
You break no privilege nor charter there.
Oft I have heard of sanctuary men;
But sanctuary children, ne'er till now.

Card. My lord, you shall o'errule my mind
for once.-
Come on, lord Hastings, will you go with me?
Hast. I go, my lord.
Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy haste
you may.


[Exeunt Cardinal, and Hastings. Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come, Where shall we sojourn 'till our coronation?

Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal self. If I may counsel you, some day, or two, 50 Your highness shall repose you at the Tower: Then where you please, and shall be thought most fit

Enter Hastings.
Buck, And, in good time, here comes the
sweating lord.
[mother come?
Prince. Welcome, my lord: What, will our
Hast. On what occasion, God he knows, not I,
The queen your mother, and your brother York, 55
Have taken sanctuary: The tender prince
Would fain have comewith me to meet your grace,
But by his mother was perforce withheld.

Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place;
Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edify'd.
Prince. Is it upon record? or else reported
Successively froni age to age, he built it?

Buck. Fie! what an indirect and peevish course Is this of hers?Lord cardinal, will your grace


Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord.

2 Ceremonious for superstitious; traditional for


For your best health and recreation.

Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place:Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord?

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