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Glo. Why, what a peevish 2 fool was that of Crete, And not in me; I am myself alone. That taught his son the office of a fowl?
Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light; And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd. But I will sort + a pitchy day for thee:
X. Hen. I, Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus; For I will buz abroad such prophecies, Thy father, Minos, that denied our course;
That Edward shall be fearful of his life; The sun, that seard the wings of iny sweet boy, And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death. Thy brother Edward ; and thyself, the sea, King Henry, and the prince his son, are gone : Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life. Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest ; Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words ! Counting myself but bad, till I be best. My breast can better brook thy dagger's point, I'll throw thy body in another room, Than can my ears that tragick history.
And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom. (Exit. But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life? Glo. Think'st thou, I am an executioner?
SCENE VII. - A Room in the Palace. K. Hen. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art; If murdering innocents be executing,
King EDWARD is discovered sitting on his Throne ; Why, then thou art an executioner.
Queen ELIZABETH with the infant Prince, ChaGlo. Thy son I kill'd, for his presumption. RENCE, Gloster, Hastings, and others, near him. K. Hen. Hadst thou been kill'd, when first thou
K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal throne, didst presume,
Re-purchas'd with the blood of enemies. Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine.
What valiant foe-men, like to autumn's corn, And thus I prophesy, — that many a thousand,
Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride ? Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear; And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's, for hardy and undoubted champions :
Three dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd And many an orphan's water-standing eye,
Two Cliffords, as the father and the son, Men for their sons', wives for their husbands' fate,
And two Northumberlands; two braver men And orphans for their parents' timeless death,
Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound : Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and MonThe owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign;
tague, The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time; Dogshowl'd, and hideous tempests shook down trees; And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.
That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion, The raven rook'd 3 her on the chimney's top,
Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat, And chattering pies in dismal discords sung.
And made our footstool of security. . Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain,
Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy : Aud yet brought forth less than a mother's hope ;
Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles, and myself, To wit,
- an indigest deformed lump, Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.
Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night ; Teeth hadst thou in thy head, when thou wast born, That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace;
Went all a-foot in summer's scalding heat, To signify, - thou cam'st to bite the world :
And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain. And, if the rest be true which I have heard,
Glo. I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid. Thou cam'st Glo. I'll hear no more ; - Die, prophet, in thy This shoulder was ordain'd so thick, to heave;
For yet I am not look'd on in the world. speech;
And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.
Work thou the way, — and thou shalt execute. K. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.
[ Asile. O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! (Dies.
K. Edw. Clarence, and Gloster, love my lovely
And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.
Clar. The duty, that I owe unto your majesty, See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's death!
I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe. 0, may such purple tears be always shed
K. Edw. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, From those that wish the downfal of our house !
thanks. If any spark of life be yet remaining, Down, down to hell ; and say I sent thee thither,
Glo. And, that I love the tree from whence thou
(Stabs him again. Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit. I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear. Indeed, 'tis true, that Henry told me of;
K. Edw. Now am I seated as my soul delights, As I have often heard my mother say,
Having my country's peace, and brothers' loves. I came into the world with my legs forward :
Clar. What will your grace have done with MarHad I not reason, think ye, to make haste,
garet? And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right?
Reignier, her father, to the king of France The midwife wonder'd; and the women cried,
Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem, 0, Heaven bless us, he is born with teeth !
And hither have they sent it for her ransome. And so I was; which plainly signified
K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence to
And now what rests, but that we spend the time Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.
With stately triumphs, mirthful comick shows, I have no brother, I am like no brother :
Such as befit the pleasures of the court? And this word — love, which greybeards call divine, Sound, drums and trumpets! - farewell, sour annoy! Be resident in men like one another,
For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. (Exeunt. 2 Childish, 3 To rook signified to lodge on any thing.
King EdwARD THE FOURTH.
Sir Richard RATCLIFF. EDWARD, Prince of Wales, afler
Sir William CATESBY. wards King Edward V., Sons to the king. | Sir James TYRREL. Richard, Duke of York,
Sir JAMES BLOUNT. GEORGE, Duke of Clarence,
SIR WALTER HERBERT.
Brothers to the Richard, Duke of Gloster, after
Sir Robert BRAKENBURY, Lieutenant of the Tower.
king. wards King Richard III.
Christopher Urswick, a Priest.
Sheriff of Wiltshire.
MARGARET, Widow of King Henry VI.
Duchess of York, Mother to King Edward IV., Duke of Norfolk.
Clarence, and Gloster. EARL OF SURREY, his Son.
LADY ANNE, Widow of Edward, Prince of Wales,
A young Daughter of Clarence.
Lords, and other Attendants; two Gentlemen, a Lord LOVEL.
Pursuivant, Scrivener, Citizens, Murderers, MesSir Thomas VAUGHAN.
sengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, fc. SCENE, England.
SCENE I. London, A Street.
To strut before a wanton ambling nympl} ;
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Enter Gloster.
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Glo. Now is the winter of our discontent
Deform'd, unfinish’d, sent before my time Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; Into this breathing world, scarce half made up And all the clouds, that low'r'd upon our house, And that so lamely and unfashionable, In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them; Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Have no delight to pass away the time; Our stern alarums chang’d to merry meetings, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.' And descant on mine own deformity; Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; | And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, And now, - instead of mounting barbed 2 steeds, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, – To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, – I am determined to prove a villain, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber,
And hate the idle pleasures of these days, To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous, But I, – that am not shar'd for sportive tricks, By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams, Nor made to court an amurous looking-glass; To set my brother Clarence, and the king, 1, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, In deadly hate the one against the other : i Dances
3 Preparations for mischief.
And, if king Edward be as true and just
And I beseech your grace to pardon me; and, withal,
Forbear your conference with the noble duke.
will obey. Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.
Glo. We are the queen's abjects, and must obey. Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here Clarence Brother, farewell: I will unto the king ;
And whatsoever you will employ me in,
Were it, to call king Edward's widow - sister, -
I will perform it to enfranchise you.
Touches me deeper than you can imagine,
Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well. Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long; This conduct to convey me to the Tower.
I will deliver you, or else lie for you :
Mean time, have patience.
I must perforce ; farewell.
[Ereuni CLARENCE, BRAKENBURY, and He should, for that, commit your godfathers :
Guard. Belike his majesty hath some intent,
Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return. That you
shall be new christen'd in the Tower. Simple, plain Clarence! - I do love thee so, But what's the matter, Clarence? may I know? That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven,
Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know ; for I protest, If heaven will take the present at our hands. As yet I do not : But, as I can learn,
But who comes here ? the new-deliver'd Hastings? He hearkens after prophecies, and dreams;
Enter Hastings. And from the cross-row plucks the letter G, - a wizard told him, that by G
Hast. Good time of day unto my gracious lord !
Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain !
How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment?
Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners Have mov'd his highness to commit me now.
Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence
And have prevail'd as much on him, as you.
Glo. What news abroad?
Glo. Now, by saint Paul, this news is bad indeed.
And over-much consum'd his royal person ;
'Tis very grievous to be thought upon, I'll tell you what, — I think, it is our way,
What, is he in his bed ? If we will keep in favour with the king,
He is. To be her men, and wear her livery :
Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you. The jealous o'er-worn widow, and herself 4,
Till George be pack'd with post-horse up to heaven.
With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments;
Clarence hath not another day to live:
And leave the world for me to bustle in ! You may partake of any thing we say :
For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter :
What though I kill'd her husband, and her father?
The readiest way to make the wench amends,
that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot, The which will I ; not all so much for love, A cherry lip,
As for another secret close intent, A bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue ;
By marrying her, which I must reach unto, And the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks : But yet I run before my horse to market: How say you, sir ? can you deny all this?
Clarence still breathes: Edward still lives, and reigns; Brak. With this, my lord, myself have nought to do, when they are gone, then must I count my gains. * The queen and Shore,