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no Edward V.
RING EDWARD THE FOURTH.
SIR WILLIAM CATESBY.-SIR JAMES TYREL. EDWARD, Prince of Wales, after-)s.
er- Sons to the
SIR JAMES BLOUNT.-SIR WALTER HERBERT. wards King Edward V.
Sir ROBERT BRAKENBURY, Lieutenant of the RICHARD, Duke of York.
CHRISTOPHER URSWICK, a Priest.-Another RICHARD, Duke of Gloster, af- ?
Priest. terwards King Richard'III.) the King. LORD MAYOR OF LONDON.-Sheriff OF WILT. A young Son of Clarence.
Elizabeth, Queen of King Edward IV. CARDINAL BOUCHIER, Archbishop of Canter- MARGARET, Queen of King Henry VI. bury.
Duchess of York, Mother to King Edward Thomas ROTHERAM, Archbishop of York.
IV., CLARENCE, and GLOSTER. John Morton, Bishop of Ely.
LADY ANNE, Widow of Edward, Prince o. DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.
Wales, Son to King Henry VI.; after DUKE OF NORFOLK: EARL OF SURREY, his Son. I wards married to the Duke of Gloster. Earl Rivers, Brother to King Edward's | A young DAUGHTER of Clarence.
Queen: MARQUIS OF Dorset, and LORD Grey, her Lords, and other Attendants; two Gentlemen, Sons.
a Pursuivant, Scrivener, Citizens, MurEARL OF OXFORD.—LORD HASTINGS.- LORD! derers, Messengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, ac
STANLEY, LORD LOVEL.
| Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, SCENE 1.—London.--A Street.
And that so lamely and unfashionable,
That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them; Enter Gloster.
Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Glo. Now is the winter of our discontent Have no delight to pass away the time; Made glorious summer by this sun of York; Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And all the clouds, that lowr'd upon our house, And descant on mine own deformity; In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
And therefore,---since I cannot prove a lover, Now are our brows bound with victorious To entertain these fair well-spoken days,wreaths;
I am determined to prove a villain, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
And hate the idle pleasures of these days. Our stern alarums chang'a to merry meetings, Plots have I laid, inductions* dangerous Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams, Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled To set my brother Clarence, and the king, front;
In deadly hate the one against the other: And now,-instead of mounting barbedt steeds, And, if king Edward be as true and just, To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, As I am subtle, false, and treacherous, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber, This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up; To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
About a prophecy, which says-that G But I,--that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be. Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here Clae I that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's
rence comes. majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
Enter CLARENCE, guarded, and BRAKENBURY that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Brother, good day: What means this armed Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform’d, unfinishd, sent before my time
That waits upon your grace?
• Preparations for mischiet.
Clar. His majesty,
Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenburg Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed
and will obey. This conduct to convey me to the Tower. Glo. We are the queen's abjects,* and muss Glo. Upon what cause?
obey. Clar. Because my name is-George.
Brother, farewell: I will unto the king; Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of And whatsoever you will employ me in, yours;
Were it, to call. king Edward's widow-sigHe should, for that, commit your godfathers:- I will perform it to enfranchise you. (ter, O, belike, his majesty hath some intent, Mean time, this deep disgrace in brotherhood, That you shall be new christen'd in the Tower. Touches me deeper than you can imagine. But what's the matter, Clarence? may I know?! Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well. Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know; for I| Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be protest,
I will deliver you, or else lie for you: [long; As yet I do not: but, as I can learn,
| Mean time, have patience. He hearkens after prophecies, and dreams; Clar. I must perforce; farewell. And from the cross-row plucks the letter G,
[Exeunt CLARENCE, BRAKENBURY, and And says—a wizard told him, that by G
Guard. His issue disinherited should be;
Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er And, for my name of George begins with G,
return, It follows in his thought, that I am he: Simple, plain Clarence! I do love thee so, These, as I learn, and such like toys" as these, That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven, Have mov’d his highness to commit me now. If heaven will take the present at our hands. Glo. Why, this it is, when men are rul'd by But who comes here? the new-deliver'd Hast. women :
ings? 'Tis not the king, that sends you to the Tower; My lady'Grey, his wife, Clarence, 'tis she,
Enter HASTINGS. That tempers him to this extremity.
Hust. Good time of day unto my gracious Was it not she, and that good man of worship,
lord! Anthony Woodeville, her brother there, (er; Glo. As much upto my good lord chamber. That made him send lord Hastings to the Tow: | Well are you welcome to this open air. slain! From whence this present day he is deliver'd? | How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonWe are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe.
ment? Clar. By heaven, I think, there is no man se Hust. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners cure,
must: But the queen's kindred, and night-walking But I sball live, my lord, to give them thapka, That trudge betwixt the king and mistress That were the cause of my imprisonment,
Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Cla. Heard you not, what an humble suppliant
rence too; Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery? For they, that were your enemies, are his,
Glo. Humbly complaining to her deity And have prevail'd as much on him, as you. Got my lord chamberlain his liberty.
Hast. More pity that the eagle should be I'll tell you what, I think, it is our way,
mew_df If we will keep in favour with the king, While kites and buzzards prey at liberty. To be her men, and wear her livery:
Glo. What news abroad? The jealous o'er-worn widow, and herself,t Hast. No news so bad abroad, as this at Since that our brother dubb’d then gentlewo
home;Are mighty gossips in this monarchy. (men, The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy, Brak. I beseech your graces both to pardon | And his physicians fear him mightily. me;.
Glo. Now, by Saint Paul, this pews is bad His majesty hath straitly given in charge, O, he hath kept an evil diet long, findeed, That no man shall have private conference, And over-much consum'd his royal person; Of what degree soever, with his brother. "Tis very grievous to be thought upon. Glo. Even so? an please your worship, Bra- What, is he in his bed ? kenbury,
Hast. He is. You may partake of any thing we say:
Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you. We speak no treason, man ;-We say, the king!
[Exit HASTINGS. Is wise, and virtuous; and his noble queen He cannot live, I hope; and must not die, Well struck in years; fair, and put jealous: Till George bé pack'd with posthorse up to We say, that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot,
heaven. A cherry lip,
I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence, A bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue; With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments; And the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks: And, if I fail not in my deep intent, How say you, Sir? can you deny all this? Clarence hath not another day to live: Brak. With this, my lord, myself have Which done, God take king Edward to his naught to do.
mercy, Glo. Naught to do with mistress Shore? I And leave the world for me to bustle in! tell thee, fellow,
For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest He that doth naught with her, excepting one,
(ther? Were best to do it secretly, alone.
What though I kill'd her husband and her fa. Brak. What one, my lord ?
The readiest way to make the wench amends, Glo. Her husband, kaave:- Would'st thou Is—to become her husband, and her father: betray me?
The which will l; not all so much for love, Brak. I beseech your grace to pardon me; As for another secret close intent, and, witbal,
By marrying her, which I must reach unto. Forbear your conference with the noble duke. But yet I run before my horse to market:
+ The Queen and Shore.
. Lowest of subjects
Marence still breathes: Edward still lives, Glo. Sweet saint, tor charity be not so cursi. and reigns;
Anne. Foul devil, for God's .sakt, hence, When they are gone, then must I count my
and trouble us not; gaids.
[Erit. 'For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell,
| Fill'd it with cursing cries, and deep ex. SCENE 11.-The same.- Another Street. 1.
claims. Enter the corpse of King Henry the Sixth, Behold this pattern of thy butcheries :
If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, borne in an open coffin, Gentlemen bearing |
ng 0, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds halberts, to guard it; und Lady ANNE as on
| Open their congeal'd mouths, and bleed Mourner.
afresh! Anne. Set down, set down your honourable Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity; load,
For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood If honour may be shrouded in a hearse, From cold and empty veins, where no blood Whilst I a while obsequiously* lament
dwells; The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster. Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural, Poor key-cold figure of a holy king!
Provokes this deluge most unnatural. Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster!
O God, which this blood madest, revenge his , Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood !
death! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost,
O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge : "To hear the lamentations of poor Anne,
his death! Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son, Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murStabb'd by the self-same hand that made these
derer dead, wounds!
Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick; Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life, As thou dost swallory up this good king's 1 pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes :
blood, 0, cursed be the hand that made these holes! | Which his heli-govern'd arm hath butchered! Cursed the heart, that had the heart to do it! | Glo, Lady, you know no rules of charity, Cursed the blood, that let this blood from Which renders good for bad, blessings for bence!
curses. More direful hap betide that hated wretch, | Anne. Villain, thou know'st no law of God That makes us wretched by the death of thee,
nor man; Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads, No beast so fierce, hut knows some touch of Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives!
pity. If ever he have cbild, abortive be it,
Glo. But I know none, and therefore am no Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,
beast. Whose ugly and unnatural aspect
Anne. () wonderful, when devils tell the May fright the hopeful mother at the view;
truth! And that be heir to his unhappiness!
Glo. More wonderful, when angels are so If ever he have wife, let her be made
angry.More miserable by the death of him, [thee!- Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman, Than I am made by my young lord, and of these supposed evils, to give me leave, Come, now, toward Chertsey with your holy By circumstance, but to acquit myself. load,
Anne. Vouchsafe, diffusd infection of a man, Taken from Paul's to be interred there; For these known evils, but to give me leave, Aed, still as you are weary of the weight, By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self. Rest you, whiles I lament king Henry's Glo. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let corse.
me have (The Bearers tuke up the corpse, and advance. Some patient leisure to excuse myself..
Anne. Fouler than heart can think thee, Enter GLOSTER.
thou canst make Gle. Stay you, that bear the corse, and set No excuse current, but to hang thyself. it down.
Glo. By such despair, I should accuse my. Anne. What black magician conjures up this
Anne. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand To stop devoted charitable deeds?
excus'd; Glo. Villains, set down the corse; or, by For doing worthy vengeance on thyself, Saint Paul,
That didst unworthy slaughter upon others, I'll make a corse of him that disobeys.
Glo. Say, that I slew them not? 1 Gent. My lord, stand back, and let the Anne. Why then, they are not dead: collin pass.
But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by Glo. Unmanner'd dog! stand thou when I
Glo. I did not kill your husband. Advance thy halbert higher than my breast, I Anne. Why, then he is alive. Or, by Saint Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot, Glo. Nay, he is dead; and slain by EdAnd spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy bold.
ward's hand. ness. The bearers set down the coffin.! Anne. In thy soul's throat thou liest; queen Anne. What, do you tremble? are you all
Margaret saw afraid?
Thy murderous faulchion smoking in his blooul; Alas, I blame you not: for you are mortal, The which thou once didst bend against her And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.
breast, Avaunt thou dreadful minister of hell! But that thy brothers beat aside the point. thou hadst but pown over his mortal body, Glo. I was provoked by her sland'rous this soul thou canst not have; therefore, be
| That laid their guilt upon my guililers shoul. Funereal,
Anne. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody | Glo. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mind,
mine. That never dreamt on aught but butcheries : Anne. 'Would they were basilisks, to strike Didst thou not kill this king?
thee dead! Glo. I grant ye.
Glo. I would they were, that I might die a: Anne. Dost grant me, hedge-hog? then God
once; grant me too,
For now they kill me with a living death. Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed! Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt 0, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous.
[drops: Glo. The fitter for the King of heaven that Sham'd their aspects with store of childish hath him.
These eyes, which never shed remorseful* Anne. He is in heaven, where thou shalt
Not, when my father York and Edward wept, Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made, him thither;
When black-tac'd Clifford shook his sword at For he was fitter for that place, than earth.
him: Anne. And thou unfit for any place but hell. Nor when thy warlike father, like a child, Glo. Yes, one place else, if you will hear me Told the sad story of my father's death; name it.
And twenty times made pause, to sob, and Anne. Some dungeon.
weep, Glo. Your bed-chamber.
That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks, Anne. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou Like trees bedash'd with rain: in that sad time, liest!
My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear; Glo. So will it, madam, till I lie with you. And what these sorrows could not thence exAnne. I hope so.
[weeping. Glo. I know so.-But, gentle lady Anne, Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with To leave this keen encounter of our wits, | I never su'd to friend, nor enemy; [word; And fall somewhat into a slower method: My tongue could never learn sweet soothing Is not the causer of the timeless deaths But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, Of these Plantagenets, Henry, and Edward, My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue As blameful as the executioner?
to speak. [She looks scornfully at him. Anne. Thou wast the cause, and most ac- Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made curs'd effect.
For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect; If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, Your beauty, which did haunt me in my sleep, | Lo! here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword To undertake the death of all the world, Which if thou please to hide in this true breast, So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. And let the soul forth that adoreth thee, _Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, , These nails should rend that beauty from my And humbly beg the death upon my knee. cheeks.
[He lays his breast open ; she offers at it with Glo. These eyes would not endure that beau
his sword. ty's wreck,
Nay, do not pause; for I did kill king Henry;You should not blemish it, if I stood by: But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. As all the world is cheered by the sun, Nay, now despatch; 'twas I that stabb'd young So I by that; it is my day, my life. Anne. Black night o'ershade thy day, and
She again offers at his breast. death thy life!
But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on. Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou
[She lets fall the sword. art both.
Take up the sword again, or take up me. Anne. I would I were, to be reveng'd on Anne. A
er: though I wish thy thee. I will not be thy executioner.
[death, Glo. It is a quarrel most unnatural,
Glo. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee.
it. Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable, I Anne. I have already. To be reveng'd on him that kill'd my hus- Glo. That was in thy rage: band.
Speak it again, and, even with the word, Glo. He that bereft thee, lady, of thy hus This hand, which, 'for thy love, did kill thy band,
love, Did it to help thee to a better husband. Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love; Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary. earth.
Anne. I would, I knew thy heart. Glo. He lives, that loves you better than he Glo. "Tis figur'd in my tongue. could.
Anne. I fear me, both are false. Anne. Name him.
Glo. Then man was never true. Glo. Plantagenet.
Anne. Well, well, put up your sword. Anne. Why, that was he.
Glo. Say then, my peace is made. Glo. The self-same name, but one of better Anne. That shall you know hereafter. nature.
Glo. But shall I live in bope? Anne. Where is he?
Anne. All men, I hope, live so. Glo. Here: [She spits at him.] Why dost thou Glo. Vouchsafe to wear this ring. spit at me?
Anne. To take, is not to give. Anne. 'Would it were mortal poison, for thy
[She puts on the ring. sake!
Glo. Look, how this ring encompasseth thy Glo. Never came poison from so sweet a
Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad. Out of my sight! thou dost infect mine eves. I
Q. FT Words. grace wiihentertain on
Grey. Ind Stanley
Wear both of them, for both of them are 1 SCENE III.-The same.-- A Room in the thine.
Palace. And if thy poor devoted servant may
Enter Queen ELIZABETH, Lord Rivers, and But beg one favour at thy gracious hand,
Riv. Have patience, madam; there's no Glo. That it may please you leave these sad
doubt his majesty designs
Will soon recover his accustom'd health. To him that hath more cause to be a mourner,
Grey. In that you brook it ill, it makes him And presently repair to Crosby-place ;*
[fort, Whereafter I have solemnly interr'd,
Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comAt Chertsey monast'ry, this noble king,
And cheer his grace with quick and merry And wet his grave with my repentant tears, I will with all expedient duty see you :
Q. Eliz. If he were dead, what would betide For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you,
of me? Grant me this boon.
Grey. No other harm, but loss of such a lord. Anne. With all my heart; and much it joys Q. Eliz. The loss of such a lord includes all me too,
harms. To see you are become so penitent.
Grey. The heavens have bless'd you with a Tressel, and Berkeley, go along with me.
goodly son, Glo. Bid me farewell.
To be your comforter, when he is gone. Anne. 'Tis more than you deserve:
Q. Eliz. Ah, he is young; and his minority But, since you teach me how to flatter you,
Is put into the trust of Richard Gloster, Imagine I have said farewell already.
A man that loves not me, nor none of you. Exeunt Lady Anne, Tressel, and Riv. Is it concluded, he shall be protector ? BERKLEY.
Q. Eliz. It is determin'd, not concluded yet: Glo. Take up the corse, Sirs.
But so it must be, if the king miscarry.
Enter BUCKINGHAM and STANLEY.
Grey. Here come the lords of Buckingham Exeunt the rest, with the corse. Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Buck. Good time of day unto your royal Was ever woman in this humour won?
grace! I'll have her,--but I will not keep her long. I Stan. God make your majesty joyful as you What! I, that kill'd her husband, and his
have been! father,
Q. Eliz. The countess Richmond, good my To take her in her heart's extremest hate;
lord of Stanley, With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, To your good prayer will scarcely say-amen. The bleeding witness of her hatred by; Yet, Stanley, notwithstanding she's your wife, With God, her conscience, and these bars And loves not me, be you, good lord, assur'd, against me,
I hate not you for her proud arrogance. And I no friends to back my suit withal,
Stan. I do beseech you, either not believe But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, The envious slanders of her false accusers; And yet to win her,--all the world to nothing! | Or, if she be accus'd on true report, Ha!
Bear with her weakness, which, I think, pro. Hath she forgot already that brave prince,
lice Edward, her lord, whom I some three months From wayward sickness, and no grounded ma. since,
Q. Eliz. Saw you the king to-day, my lord of Stabb’d in my angry mood at Tewksbury?
Stanley ? A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,
Stan. But now, the duke of Buckingham, Fram'd in the prodigality of nature,
Are come from visiting his majesty. [and I, Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right Q. Eliz. What likelihood of his amendment, royal,
lords? The spacious world cannot again afford: Buck. Madam, good hope: his grace speaks And will she yet abase her eyes on me,
cheerfully. That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet Q. Eliz. God grant him health! Did you conprince,
fer with him? And made her widow to a woeful bed ?
Buck. Ay, madam: he desires to make atone. On me, whose all not equals Edwards moiety?
ment On me, that halt, and am misshapen thus? Between the duke of Gloster and your brothers, My dukedom to a beggarly denier,t
And between them and my lord chamberlain; I do mistake my person all this while:
And sent to warn them to his presence. Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot, | Q. Eliz. Would all were well!-But that Myself to be a marvellous proper man.
will never be ;I'll be at charges for a looking-glass;
I fear, our happiness is at the height.
Enter Gloster, Hastings, and DORSET. Since I am crept in favour with myself,
Glo. They do me wrong, and I will not enI will maintain it with some little cost.
dure it :But, first, I'll turn yon fellow in his grave; Who are they, that complain unto the king, And then return lamenting to my love. | That I, forsooth, am stern, and love them not? Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly, glass,
That fill his ear with such dissentious rumours. That I may see my shadow as I pass. (Exit. Because I cannot flatter, and speak fair,
Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog. *la Bishopsgate-street. 4 A smallFrench coip.