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Q. Mur. So come to you, and yours, as to this prince! Glo. I'll hear no more. – Die, prophet, in thy (Exit, led out forcibly. spcech!
(Scabs him. K. Edw. Where's Richard gone?
For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.
O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! (Dies.
SCENE VI. - London. A room in the Tower. If any spark of life be yet remaining,
(Stabs him again.
For I have often heard my mother say,
I came into the world with my legs forward :
Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,
[Exit Lieutenant. O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!
Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; I have no brother, I am like no brother:
And this word love, which greybeards call divine,
Clarence, beware! thou keep'st me from the light;
But I will sort a pitchy day for thee:
That Edward shall be fearful of his life;
King Henry, and the prince his son, are gone:
K. Hen. I, Daedalus; my poor boy, Icarus ; Counting myself but bad, till I be best.
Gloster, Hastings, and Others, near him,
Glo. Think'st thou, I am an executioner? Re-purchas’d with the blood of enemies.
Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride ?
Three dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd
And two Northumberlands; two braver men
Glo. I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid ;
This shoulder was ordajn'd so thick, to heave;
And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:
(4 sida And, if the rest be true, which I have heard, K.Edw. Clarence, and Gloster, love my lovely queen! Thou cam'st
And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both!
Clar. The duty, that I owe unto your majesty, Having my country's peace, and brothers' loves.
Clar. What will your grace have done with Margaret?
Hath pawa'd the Sicils and Jerusalem, Glo. And that I love the tree, from whence thoa And hither have they sent it for her ransome. sprang'st,
K. Edw. Away with her, and wast her hence to Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit:
France! To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his
And now what rests, but that we spend the time master;
With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows,
Aside. And cried: all bail! when as he meant
Such as befit the pleasures of the court? - all harm.
Sound, drums and trumpets !--- farewell, sour annoy! K. Edw. Now am I seated as my soul delights, For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. (Exeunt.
Bersons of the tam a. King Edward the Fourth.
Sir Thomas Vaughax. EDWARD, prince of Wales, af
Sir Richard RATCLIFF. terwards King Edward V. sons to the King. Sir William Catesby. Sir JAMES TYRREL. RICHARD, duke of York.
Sir James Blount. Sir WALTER HERBERT. George, duke of CLARENCE,
brothers to the
Sir Robert BrakENBURY, lieutenant of the Tower. Richard, duke of Gloster,
CHRISTOPHER URswick, a priest. Another Priest
. afterwards K. RICHARD II.
Lord Mayor of London. Sheriff of Wiltshire. A young Son of Clarence.
ELIZABETH, queen of king Edward IV. Henry, earl of Richmond, afterwards King HENRY VII. MARGARET, widow of king Henny VI. Cardinal BOURCHier, archbishop of CANTERBURY. i'uchess of York, mother to king Edward IV., Thomas Rotheram, archbishop of Yoni.
Clarence, and GLOSTER. John Morrox, bishop of Ely.
Lady Anse, widow of Edward prince of Wales
, Duke of BUCKINGHAM.
son to king Hexey VI. ; afterwards married to Duke of NORFOLK: Earl of Surrey, his son.
the duke of Gloster.
Messengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, etc.
A CT 1.
Why 1, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun,
And descant on mine owu deformity.
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
In deadly hate, the one against the other :
About a prophecy, which says
Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul!here Clarence corres.
Enter CLARENCE, guarded, and BRAXENBURK
That waits npon your grace?
Clar. His majesty,
Clar. Because my name is -George.
Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault isnove of yonra :
He should, for that, commit your godfather's. Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return,
Simple, plain Clarence! - I do love thee so,
Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know; for, I protest, But who comes here? the new-deliver'd Hastings ?
Well are you welcome to this open air.
How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment?
But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks,
Glo. Why, this it is, when men are rul'd by women :- For they, that were your enemies, are his,
Ilast. More pity, that the eagle should be mew'd,
While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.
Hlast. No news so bad abroad, as this at home;-
What, is he in his bed ?
Hast. He is.
Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you.
Till George be pack'd with post-horse up to heaven.
Pll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence,
With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments ;
Clarence hath not another day to live:
And leave the world for me to bustle in !
What though I killd her husband, and her father?
Is — to become her husband, and her father:
As for another secret close intent,
Clarence still breathes ; Edwarı still lives, and reigns;
When they are gone, then must I count my gains. And the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks.
(Exit. How say you, sir ? can you deny all this?
SCENE H. The same. Another Street.
guard it; and Lady Ante as mourner.
If honour may be shrouded in a hearse,
Whilst I a while obsequiously lament
Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and willobey. Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood!
To bear the lamentations of poor Anne,
Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son,
the helpless balm of my poor eyes :-
Cursed the blood, that let this blood from hence !
More direful hap betide that hated wretch,
That makes us wretched by the death of thec,
Or any creeping venom'd thing, that lives! For doing worthy vengeance on thyself,
Thou didst unworthy slaughter upon others.
Glo. Say, that I slew them not? Whose ugly and unnatural aspect
Anne. Why, then, they are not dead : May fright the hopeful mother at the view;
But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee. And that be heir to his unhappiness!
Glo. I did not kill your husband. If ever he have wife, let her be made
Anne. Why, then he is alive.
Glo. Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand.
Thy murderous faulchion smoking in his blood;
The which thou once didst bend against her breast,
That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders.
Didst thou not kill this king?
Anne. Dost grant me, hedge-hog? then, God grant
(The Bearers set down the coffin. Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send him hither!
Anne. And thou unfit for any place, but hell. And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil,
Gli, Yes, one place else, if you will bear me name it.
Anne. Some dungeon.
Glo. I know so.-But, gentle lady Ande,
Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Behold this pattern of thy butcheries!
of these Plantagenets, llenry, and Edward,
Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect;
So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.
Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death! These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death! Glo. These eyes could not endure that beauty's Either,heaven with lightning strike the murderer dead,
Anne. I would I were, to be reveng'd on thee.
Glo. He, that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband,
Did it to help thee to a better husband. By circumstance, but to acquit myself.
Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth
Glo. The self-same name, but one of better patore.
Glo. Here. (She spits at him.] Why dost thou spit No excuse current, but to hang thyself.
at me? Glo. By such despair I should accuse myself. Anne. 'Would, it were mortal poison, for thy sake! Anne. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand excus'd ;! Glo. Never came poison from su sweet a place.
Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad. Glo. That it may piease you leave these sad designs
Anne.'Would, they were basilisks to strike thee dead! Where, after I have solemnly interr'd,
And wet his grave with my repentant tears,
Glo. Bid me farewell!
Anne. 'Tis more than you deserve:
(Exeunt Lady Anne, Tressel, and Berkley. My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear;
Glo. Take up the corse, sirs !
[Exeunt the rest, with the corse.
Was ever woman in this humour won ?
(She looks scornfully at hiin. What! I, that kill'd her husband, and his father,
With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
The bleeding witness of her hatred by ;
But the plain devil, and dissembling looks,
And yet to win her, -- all the world to nothing !
Edward, her lord, wliom I some three months since,
A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,
ward; - (She again offers at his breast. Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal,Bat 'twas thy heavenly face, that set me on. The spacious world cannot again afford :
[She lets fall the sword. And will she yet abase her eyes on me, Take the sword again, or take up me!
That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince, Anne. Arise, dissembler! though I wish thy death, and made her widow to a woeful bed? will not be thy executioner.
On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety?
My dukedom to a beggarly denier,
I do mistake my person all this while.
Upon niy life, she finds, although I cannot,
I'll be at charges for a looking-glass,
To study fashions to adorn my body,
Since I am crept in favour with myself,
I will maintain it with some little cost.
But, first, I'll turn yon' fellow in his grare;
And then returu lamenting to my
Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass,
That I may see my shadow, as I pass! [Exit.
SCENE II. - The same. A room in the palace.
Enter Queen Elizabeth, Lord Rivers, and Lord
Riv. Have patience, madam! there's no doubt, his hope, live so.
Will soon recover his accustom'd health.
Grey. No other harm, but loss of such a lord.
Q. Eliz. The loss of such a lord includes all harms. Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever,
Grey. The heavens have bless'd you with a goodAnne. What is it?