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This general applause, and cheerful shout, Enter GLOSTER, in a Galtory ebove, between two Arguer your wisdom, and your love to Richard:
Bishops. CATESBY returns. And even bere broke off and came away.
May. See, where his grace stands 'tween two Glo. What tongueless blocks were they ; Would they not speak? [come?
|_ Buck. Two props of virtue for a Christian Will not the mayor then, and his brethren, in
12 | To stay him from the fall of vanity: Buck. The mayor is here at hand; intend*
(prince, And, see, a book of prayer in his hand; some fear;
True ornaments to know a holy man. Be not you spoke with, but by mighty suit:
Famous Plantagenet, most gracious prince, And look you get, a prayer-book in your hand,
Lend favourable ear to our requests; And stand between two churchmen, good my !
And pardon us the interruption lord;
Of thy devotion, and right-Christian zeal. For on that ground I'll make a holy descant:
Glo. My lord, there needs no such apology; And be not easily won to our requests;
I rather do beseech you pardon me, Play the maid's part, still answer nay, and
Who, earnest in the service of my God,
Neglect the visitation of my friends.
But, leaving this, what is your grace's pleasure?
[them, Buck. Even that, I hope, which pleaseth God No doubt we'll bring it to a happy issue. Buck. Go, go, up to the leads; the lorda,
| And all good men of this ungovern’d isle. mayor knocks. [Exit GLOSTER.
Glo. I do suspect, I have done some offence, Enter the LORD MAYOR, Aldermen, and Citizers. That seems disgracious in the city's eye; Welcome, my lord; I dance attendance here;
And that you come to reprehend my ignorance, I think, the duke will not be spoke witbal.
Buck. You have, my ford; Would it might
please your grace, Enter, from the Castle, CATESBY. On our entreaties to amend your fault! Now, Catesby! what says your lord to my re- Glo. Else wherefore breathe I in a Christian A quest ?
land? Cate. He doth entreat your grace, my noble Buck. Know, then, it is your fault, that you Po visit bim to-morrow, or next day: [lord,
resign He is within, with two right reverend fathers, The supreme seat, the throne majestical, Divinely bent to meditation;
The sceptred office of your ancestors, And in no worldly suit would he be mov'd, Your state of fortune, and your due of birth, Po draw him from his holy exercise.
The lineal glory of your royal house, Buck. Return, good Catesby, to the gracious To the corruption of a blemish'd stock: duke;
Whilst, in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts Tell him, myself, the mayor, and aldermen, (Which here we waken to our country's good, In deep designs, in matter of great moment, | The noble isle doth want her proper limbs; an our ge
Her face defac'd with scars of infamy, Are come to have some conference with his Her royal stock graft with ignoble plants, grace.
And almost shoulder'de in the swallowing nuk Cate. I'll signify so much unto him straight. Of dark forgetfulness and deep oblivion.
[Exit. Which to recurent we heartily solicit Buck. Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an | Your gracious self to take on you the charge Edward!
And kingly government of this your land: de is not lolling on a lewd day-Sed,
Not as protector, steward, substitute,
Or lowly factor for another's gain:
Your right of birth, your empery,t your own.
In this just suit come I to move your grace. Take on himself the sovereignty thereof:
Glo. I cannot tell, if to depart in silence, But, sure, I fear, we shall ne'er win him to it. Or bitterly to speak in your reproof, May. Marry, God defend, his grace should Best fitteth my degree, or your condition : say us nay!
If not to answer,—you might haply think, Buck. I sear, he will: Here Catesby comes Tongue-tied ambition, not replying, yielded again;
To bear the golden yoke of sovereignty,
Which fondly you would here impose on me;
If to reprove you for this suit of yours, Now, Catesby, what says his grace?
So season'd with your faithful love to me, Cate. He wonders to what end you have as- | Then, on the other side, I check'd my friends sembled
Therefore,-to speak, and to avoid the first; such troops of citizens to come to him,
And, then in speaking, not to incur the last, -Jis grace not being warn'd thereof before,
Definitively thus I answer you. le fears, my lord, you mean no good to him. Your love deserves my thanks; but my deser
Buck. Sorry I am, my noble cousin should Unmeritable, shups your high request. uspect me, that I mean no good to him:
First, if all obstacles were cut away, By beaven, we come to him in perfect love; And that my path were even to the crown, lod so once more return and tell his grace.
As the ripe revenue and due of birth;
(Exit CATESBY. | Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, When holy and devout religious men
So mighty, and so many, my defects, [nessIre at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them That I would rather hide me from my great
sweet is zealous contemplation. [thence; Being a bark to brook no mighty sea,
* Fatten. I * Thrust Into. + Recover. Empire
No less importin
Than in my greatness covet to be hid,
Re-entar BUCKINGHAM und the rest. And in the vapour of my glory smother'd, But, God be thank'd, there is no need of me;
Cousin of Buckingham,-and sage, grave (And much I need* to help you, if need
Since you will buckle fortune on my back, The royal tree hath left us royal fruit,
To bear her burden, whe'r I will, or no, Which, mellow'd by the stealing hours of time, But if blad
I must have patience to endure the load: Will well become the seat of majesty,
le, | But if black scandal, or foul-fac'd reproach, And make, no doubt, us happy by his reign.
Attend the sequel of your imposition, On him I lay what you would lay on me,
Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me The right and fortune of his happy stars,
From all the impure blots and stains thereof; Which, God defend, that I should wring from
For God he knows, and you may partly see,
How far ham from the desire of this. him! Buck. My lord, this argues conscience in
| May. God bless your grace! we see it, and
will say it. your grace; But the respects thereof are nicer and trivial,
Glo. In saying so, you shall but say the All circumstances well considered.
truth. You say, that Edward is your brother's son;
Buck. Then I salute you with this royal So say we too, but not by Edward's wife:
[king! For first he was contract to lady Lucy,
Long live king Richard, England's worthy Your mother lives a witness to his vow;
All. Amen! And afterwards by substitute betroth'd
Buck. To-morrow may it please you to be To Bona, sister to the king of France.
crown'd? These both put by, a poor petitioner,
Glo. Even when you please, since you will A care-craz'd mother to a many sons,
have it so. A beauty-waning and distressed widow,
Buck. To-morrow then we will attend your Even in the afternoon of her best days,
grace; Made prize and purchase of his wanton eye,
And so, inost joyfully we take our leave.
Glo. Come, let us to our holy work again Seduc'd the pitch and height of all his thoughts To base declension and loath'd bigamy:
To the Bishops. By her, in his nnlawful bed, he got
Farewell, good cousin ;-farewell, gentle
(prince. This Edward, whom our manners call-the
[Exeunt. More bitterly could I expostulate, Save that, for reverence to some alive,
SCENE 1.-Before the Tower.
Enier on one side, Queen ELIZABETH, Duchess If not to bless us and the land withal,
of YORK, and Marquis of DORSET; on the Yet to draw forth your noble ancestry
other, ANNE, Duchess of GLOSTER, leading From the corruption of abusing time,
Lady MARGARET PLANTAGENET, CLARENCE'S Unto a lineal true-derived course.
young Daughter. May. Do, good my lord; your citizens entreat you.
Duch. Who meets us here?-my niece Plan• Buck. Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffer'd
Led in the hand of her kind aunt of Gloster ? Cæte. O, make them joyful, grant their law. Now, for my life, she's wand'ring to the Tower, ful suit.
On pure heart's love, to greet the tender Glo. Alas, why would you heap those cares
Daughter, well met. I am unfit for state and majesty :
Anne. God give your graces both I do beseech you, take it not amiss;
A happy and a joyful time of day! I cannot, nor I will not, yield to you.
Q. Eliz. As much to you, good sister! WhiBuck. If you refuse it, -as in love and zeal,
ther away? Loath to depose the child, your brother's son; 1 Anne. No further than the Tower; and, as As well we know your tenderness of heart,
I guess, And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse,
Upon the like devotion as yourselves, Which we have noted in you to your kindred, / To gratulate the gentle princes there. And equally, indeed, to all estates,
Q. Eliz. Kind sister, thanks; we'll enter all Yet know, whe'r you accept our suit or no,
together: Your brother's son shall never reign our king; But we will plant some other in your throne,
Enter BRAKENBURY, To the disgrace and downfal of your house. And, in good time, here the lieutenant comes.And, in this resolution, here we leave you;
Master lieutenant, pray you, by your leave, Come, citizens, we will entreat no more.
How doth the prince, and my young son of Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and Citizens.
York? Cate. Call them again, sweet prince, accept Bruk. Right well, dear madam: By your their suit;
patience, If you deny them, all the land will rue it. I may not suffer you to visit them; Glo. Will you enforce me to a world of The king hath strictly charg'd the contrary. cares?
Q. Eliz. The king! who's that? Well, call them again; I am not made of stone, Brak. I mean, the lord protector. But penetrable to your kind er treaties,
Q. Eliz. The Lord protect him from that [Exit CATESBY.
kingly title! Albeit against my conscience and my soul.- Hath he set bounds between their love, and
I am their mother, who shall her me from . Want alruta + Minute. It.
Duck. I am their father's mother, I will see | More miserable by the life of thee, them,
Than thou hast mude ine by my deur lord's death. Anne. Their aunt I am in law, in love their Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again, mother:
(blame, Even in so shori a space, my woman's heart Chen bring me to their sights; I'll bear thy Grossly grew captive to his honey words, And take thy office from thee, on thy peril. And prov'd the subject of mine own soul's Brak. No, madam, no, I may not leave it
Which ever since hath held mine eyes from. I am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me. For never get one hour in his bed srest; [Exit BRAKENBURY. | Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep,
But with his timorous dreams was still awak'd. Enter STANLEY.
Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick; Stan. Let me but meet yon, ladies, one hour And will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me, hence,
Q. Eliz. Poor heart, adíeu; I pity thy comAnd I'll salute your grace of York as mother,
plaining. And reverend looker-on of two fair queens. Anne. No more than with my soul I mourn Come, madam, you must straight to West
for yours. minster. [To the Duchess of GLOSTER.
Dor. Farewell, thou woeful welcomer of There to be crowned Richard's royal queen.
glory! Q. Eliz. Ah, cut my lace asunder! (beat. Anne. Adieu, poor soul, that tak’st thy leave Inat my pent heart may have some scope to
of it! Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news.
Duch. Go thou to Richmond, and good for. Anne. Despiteful tidings! O unpleasing
tune guide thee! [To DORSET. news!
Go thou to Richard, and good angels tend Dor. Be of good cheer:~Mother, how fares
[TO ANNE. your grace?
Go thou to sanctuary, and good thoughts posQ. Eliz. O Dorset, speak not to me, get thee
To Q. ELIZABETH. gone,
I to my grave, where peace and rest lie with Death and destruction dog thee at the heels; Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, [me. Thy mother's name is ominous to children:
And each hour's joy wreck'd with a week of If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas,
teen.* And live with Richmond, from the reach of |
Q. Eliz. Stay yet; look back, with me, unto hell.
the Tower. Go, hie thee, bie thee, from this slaughter- | Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes, Lest thou increase the number of the dead; Whom envy hath immur'd within your walls! And make me die the thrall of Margaret's Rough cradle for such little pretty ones! curse,
Rude ragged ourse! old sullen play-fellow Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted For tender princes, use my babies well! queen.
So foolish sorrow bids your stones farewell. Stan. Full of wise care is this your counsel,
(Eseun.. madam:Take all the swift advantage of the hours;
SCENE II.-A Room of State in the Palace. You shall have letters from me to my son Flourish of Trumpets. RICHARD, as King upon In your behalf, to meet you on the way: his Throne; BUCKINGHAM, CATESBY, a Paga, Be not ta'en tardy by unwise delay.
and others. Duch. O ill-dispersing wind of misery! O my accnrsed womb, the bed of death;
K. Rich. Stand all apart.-Cousin of BuckA cockatrice* bast thou hatch'd to the world,
ingham, Whose unavoided eye is murderous !
Buck. My gracious sovereign. Stan. Come, madam, come; I in all haste K. Rich. Give me thy hand. Thus high, by was sent.
thy advice, Anne. And I with all unwillingness will And thy assistance, is king Richard seated :-. go.
But shall we wear these glories for a day? 0, would to God, that the inclusive verge
Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them? Of golden metal, i that must round my brow, Buck. Still live they, and for ever let them Were red-hot steel, to seart me to the brain !
last! Anointed let me be with deadly venom;
K. Rich. Ah, Buckingham, now do I play And die, ere men can say-God save the queen!
the touch, Q. EL Ehz. Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy To try if thou be current gold, indeed :
Young Edward lives;—Think now what I To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm.
would speak. Anne. No! why?-_When he, that is my hus
Buck. Say on, my loving lord. band now,
K. Rich. Why, Buckingham, I say, I would Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse;
be king. When scarce the blood was well wash'd from Buck. Why, so you are, my thrice-renownhis hands,
ed liege. Which issu'd from my other angel husband, I
K. Rich. Ha! am I king? 'Tis so: but Edward And that dead saipt which then I weeping fol
Buck. True, noble prince.
his was my wish,--Be thou, quoth I, accurs’d, That Edward still should live,-true, noble Før making me, so young, so old a widow!
prince !nd, when thou wed st, let sorrow haunt thy bed; Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull:-And be thy wife, ( i uny be so mad)
Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead:
And I would have it suddenly perform'a. A serpent supposed to originate from a cock's egg. Burn.
What say'st thou now! speak suddenly, be K. Rich. Why, then thou hast it; two deep brief.
(turbers, Buck. Your grace may do your pleasure. Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disK, Rich. Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kind- Are they that I would have thee deal" upon: ness freezes :
Tyrrel, I mean those bastards in the Tower. Say, have I thy consent, that they shall die? Tyr. Let me have open means to come to Buck. Give me some breath, some little pause,
them, dear loru,
And soon I'll’rid you from the fear of them. Before I positively speak in this :
K. Rich. Thou sing'st sweet music. Hark, I will resolve your grace immediately.
come hither, Tyrrel ; , [E.rit BUCKINGHAM. Go, by this token :-Rise, and lend thine ear: Cate. The king is angry; see, he gnaws his
Aside. There is no more but so:-Say, it is done, K. Rich. I will converse with iron-witted And I will love thee, and prefer thee for it.
fools, (Descends from his Throne. Tyr. I will despatch it straight. [Exit. And unrespective* boys: none are for me, That look into me with considerate eyes;
Re-enter BuckINGHAM. High-reaching Buckingham grows circum Buck. My lord, I have consider'd in my Boy,
mind Page. My lord.
The late demand that you did sound me in. K. Rich. Know'st thou not any, whom cor- K. Rich. Well, let that rest. Dorset is fled rupting gold
to Richmond. Would tempt unto a close exploitt of death ? Buck. I hear the news, my lord.
Page. I know a discontented gentleman, K. Rich. Stanley, he is your wife's son:Whose humble means match not his haughty
Well, look to it. Gold were as good as twenty orators, (mind: 1 Buck. My lord, I claim the gift, my due by And will, no doubt, tempt him to any thing.
spawn'd: K. Rich. What is his name?
For which your honour and your faith is Page. His name, my lord, is—Tyrrel. The earldom of Hereford, and the moveables, K. Rich. I pari
call | Which you have promised I shall posse him hither, boy.- (Exit Page. K. Rich. Stanley, look to your wife; if she The deep-revolving witty Buckingham
convey No more shall be the neighbour to my coun- Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it. sels :
Buck. What says your highness to my jast Hath he so long held out with me untir'd,
request ? And stops he now for breath?-well, be jo so. K. Rich. I do remember me;-Henry the sixth
Did prophesy, that Richmond should be king, Enter STANLEY.
When Richmond was a little peevisht boy,
A king !--perhaps-How now, lord Stanley? what's the news?
" Buck. My lord, Stan Know, my loving lord,
K. Rich How chance, the prophet could not The marquis Dorset, as I hear, is filed
at that time,
him? To Richmond, in the parts where he abides. Have told me, I being by, that I shoula kill K. Rich. Come hither, Catesby: rumour it Buck. My lord, your promise for the eariabroad,
dom, That Anne, my wife, is very grievous sick; K. Rich. Richmond !-When last I was at I will take order for her keeping close. Inquire me out some mean-born gentleman,. The mayor, in courtesy, show'd me the castle, Whom I will marry straight to Clarence's | And call’d'it-Rouge-mont: at which name, I daughter:
started; The boy is foolish, and I fear not him.
Because a bard of Ireland told me once, Look, how thou dream'st!-I say again, give I should not live long after I saw Richmond. out,
Buck. My lord, -
damage to put your grace in mind of what you promis'd me.
[Exit CATESBY. K. Rich. Well, but what is't o'clock?
Buck. Why, let it strike? .
K. Rich. Because that, like a Jack, thou Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.
keep'st the stroke
Betwixt thy begging and my meditation.
I am not in the giving vein to-day.
Buck. Why, then resolve me whe'r you will · Tyr. James Tyrrel, and your most obedient
or no. subject.
K. Rich. Thou troublest me; I am not in the K. Rich. Art thou, indeed ?
vein. Tyr. Prove me, my gracious lord.
[Exeunt King RICHARD, and Train. K. Rich. Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend |
La friend !
Buck. And is it thus? repays he my deep of mine?
service Tur. Please you: but I had rather kill two | With such contempt? made 1 him king for this enemies.
+ Foolish, * Inconsiderate. + Secret act. Cunning. 1 An image like those at St. Dunstan's church m Fleet. It is of the utmoet consequence to my designs.
O, let me think on Hastings; and be gone i K. Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me To Brecknock,* while my fearful head is on.
Come, I have learn'd, that fearful comment-
(ing Enter TYRREL.
Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary:
Then fiery expedition be my wing, Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody act is done;
Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king! The most arch deed of piteous massacre,
Go, muster men: My counsel is my shield; That ever get this land was guilty of.
We must be brief, when traitors brave the field. Dighton, and Forrest, whom I did suborn
(Exeunt. To do this piece of ruthlesst butchery, Albeit they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs, SCENE IV.-The same. Before the Palace. Melting with tenderness and mild compassion,
Enter Queen MARGARET. Wept like two children, in their death's sad story.
Q. Mar. So, now prosperity begins to mellow O thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes,
And drop into the rotten mouth of death. Thus, this, quoth Forrest, girdling one another
Here in these confines slily have I lurk'd, Within their alabaster innocent arms :
To watch the waning of mine enemies.
A dire induction* am I witness to,
| And will to France; hoping, the consequence A book of prayers on their pillow lay; [mind;
| Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical. Which once, quoth Forrest, almost chang'd my
Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret! who But, 0, the devil—there the villain stopp'd;
comes here? When Dighton thus told on,-we smothered
Enter Queen ELIZABETH and the Duchess of The most replenished sweet work of nature,
Q. Eliz. Ah, my poor princes! ah, my tender morse,
babes! They could not speak; and so I left them both, My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets! To bear this tidings to the bloody king.
If yet your gentle souls fly in the air,
And be not fix'd in doom perpetual,
Hover about me with your airy wings, And here he comes:--All health, my sovereign | And hear your mother's lamentation! lord!
Q. Mar. Hover about her; say, that right for K. Rich. Kind Tyrrel! am I happy in thy.
y | Hath dimm'd your infant morn to aged night. Tyr. If to have done the thing you gave in
Duch. So many miseries have craz'd my voice,
(mute, Beget your happiness, be hap
That my woe-wearied tongue is still and For it is done.
Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? K. Rich. But didst thou see them dead ?
Q. Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet, Tyr. I did, my lord.
Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. K. Rich. And buried, gentle Tyrrel ?
Q. Eliz. Wilt thou, o God, Hy from such Tyr. The chaplain of the Tower hath buried |
gentle lambs, them;
| And throw them in the entrails of the wolf? But where, to say the truth, I do not know. When didst thou sleep, when such a deed was
done? K. Rich. Come to me, Tyrrel, soon, at after supper,
Q. Mur. When holy Harry died, and my When thou shalt tell the process of their death.
sweet son. Mean time, but think how I may do thee good,
Duch. Dead life, blind sight, poor mortalAnd be inheritor of thy desire.
living ghost, Farewell, till then.
Woe's scene, world's shame, grave's due by Tyr. I humbly take my leave.
life usurp'd, K. Rich. The son of Clarence have I penn'd
Clarence have I nenn'd | Brief abstract and record of tedious days. up close;
Rest thy uprest on England's lawful earth, His daughter meanly have I match'd in mar
(Sitling down. The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom,
Unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood ! And Anne my wife hath bid the world good
Q. Eliz. Ah, that thou would'st as soon afnight.
ford a grave, Now, for I know the Bretagnet Richmond | As thou canst yield a melancholy seat; At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter,
Then would I hide my bones, not rest them And, by that knot, looks proudly on the crown, To her go I, a jolly thriving wover.
Ah, who has any cause to mourn, but we?
(Sitting down by her. Enter CATESBY.
Q. Mar. If ancient sorrow be most reverent,
Give mine the benefit of seniory,t
Apd let my griefs frown on the upper hand. in so bluntly!
If sorrow can admit society, .
(Sitting down with them. Cate. Bad news, my lord : Mortong is fled to
Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine:Richmond; And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy | I had a husband.'till a Richard kill'd him :
I had an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him; Welshmen, Is in the field, and still his power encreaseth.
Thou hadst an Edward, till a Richard kill'd
him; His castle in Walee.
+ Merciless. Thou hadst a Richard, till a Richard kill'd him. 1 The country in which Richmond had taken rofure. Bishop of Ely.
charge winess, be happy, then,