himselfe and to lâ—ue without it 1 Zounds it is euen now at my â—lbowe perswading me Not to kill the Duke 2 Take the diuell in thy minde and beleeue him not He would insinuate with thee to make thee sigh 1 Tut I am strong in fraud he cannot preuaile with me I warrant thee 2 Spoke like a tall fellow that respects his reputation Come shall we to this geere 1 Take him ouer the costard with the hilts of thy sword And then we wil chop him in the malmsey But in the next roome 2 Oh excellent deuice make a sop of him 1 Harke he stirs shall I strike 2 No first le ts reason with him Cla. Where art thou keeper giue me a cup of wine 1 You shall haue wine enough my Lâ— aâ—on Cla. In Gods name what art thou 2 A man as you are Cla. Bâ—t not as I am royall 2 Nor you as we are loyall Cla. Thy voice is thunder but thy lookes are humble 2 My voice is now the Kings my lookes mine owne Cla. How darkly and how deadly doest thou speakâ— Tell me who are you wherefore come you hither Am. To to to Cla. To murther me Am. I. Cla. You scarcely haue the hearts to tell me sâ— And therefore cannot haue the hearts to doe it Wherein my friends haue I offended you 1 Offended vs you haue not but the King Cla. I shal be reconcild to him againe 2 Neuer my Lo therfore prepare to die Cla. Are you cald foorth from out a woâ—ld of men To slay the innocent what is my offence Where are the euidence that doe accuse me What lawfull quest haue giuen their verdict vp Vnto the frowâ—â—ng ludge or who pronounst The bitteâ— sentence of poore Clarence death Before I be conuict by course of law To threaten me with death is most vnlawfull I charge you as you hope to haue redemption By Christs deare bloud shed for our grieuous sinnes That you depart and lay no hands on me The deede you vndertake is damnable 1 What we will doe we doe vpon command 2 And he that hath commanded is the King Clar. Errâ—nious Vassaile the great King of Kings Hath in the tables of his law commanded That thou shalt doe no murder and wilt thou then Spurne at his edict and fulfill a mans Take heede for he holds vengeance in his hands To hurle vpon their heads that breake his law 2 And that same vengeance doth he throw on thee For false forswearing and for murder too Thou didst receiue the holy sacrament To fight in quarell of the house of Lancaster 1 And like a traitor to the name of God Didst breake that vowe and with thy trecherous blade Vnripst the bowels of thy soueraignâ—s sonne 2 Whom thou wert sworne to cherish and defend 1 How canst thou vrge Gods dreadfull Law to vs When thou hast broke it in so deare degree Cla. Alas for whose sake did I that ill deede For Edward for my brother for his sake Why sirs he sends ye not to murder me for this For in this sinne he is as deepe as I It God will be reuenged for this deede Take not the quaâ—â—ell from his powerfull arme He needes no indirect nor lawlesse course To cut off those that haue offended him 1 Who made thee then a bloudy minister When gallant springing braue Plantagenet That Princely Nouice was stroke dead by thee Cla. My brothers loue the diuell and my rage 1 Thy brothers loue the diuell and thy fault Haue brought vs hither now to murder thee Cla. Oh if you loue my brother hate not me I am his brother and I loue him well If you be hirde for meede go backe againe And I will send you to my brother Glocester Who will reward you better for my life Then Edward will for tydings of my death 2 You are deceiu'd your brother Glocester hates you Cla. Oh no he loues me and he holds me deare Go you to him from me Am. I so we will Cla. Tell him when that our princely father Yorke Blest his three sonnes with his victorious arme And chargd vs from his soule to loue each other He little thought of this deuided friendship Bid Glocester thinke of this and he will weepe Am. I milstones as he lessond vs to weepe Cla. O doe not slaunder him for he is kind 1 Right as snow in haruest thou deceiu'st thy selfe T is he haâ—h sent vs hither now to slaughter thee Cla. It cannot be for when I parted with him He hugd me in his armes and swore with sobâ— That he would labour my deliuery 2 Why so he doth now he deliuers thee From this woâ—lds thraldome to the ioies of heauen 1 Makes peace with God for you must die my Lo Cla. Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soule To counsell me to make my peace with God And art thou yet to thy owne soule so blinde That thou wilt war with God by murdring me Ah sirs consider he that set you on To doe this deede will hate you for this deede 2 What shall we doe Cla. Relent and saue your soules 1 Relent t is cowardly and womanish Cla. Not to relent is beastly sauage diuelish My friend I spie some pitty in thy lookes Oh if thy eye be not a flatterer Come thou on my side and intreat for me A begging Prince what begger pitties not 1 I thus and thus if this wil not serue He stabs him I le chop thee in the malmesey But in the next roome 2 A bloudy deede and desperately performd How faine like Pilate would I wash my hand Of this most grieuous guilty murder done 1 Why doest thou not helpe me By heauens the Duke shall know how â—lacke thou art 2 I would he knew that I had saued his brother Take thou the fee and tell him what I say For I repent me that the Duke is slaine Exit 1 So doe not I go coward as thou art Now must I hide his body in some hole Vntill the Duke take order for his buâ—iall And when I haue my meede I must away For this will out and here I must not stay Exeunt Enter King Queene Hastings Ryuers Dorcet c. Kin. So now I haue done a good daies worke You peeres continue this vnited league I euery day expect an Embasâ—age From my redeemer to redeeme me hence And now in peace my soule shall part from heauen Since I haue set my friends at peace on earth Riuers and Hastings take each others hand Dâ—sseâ—ble not your hatred sweare your loue Riu. By heauen my heart is purgd from grudging hate And with my hand I seale my true hearts loue Hast. So thriue I as I truely sweare the like Kin. Take heede you dally not before your King Least he that is the supreme King of Kings Confound your hidden falshood and award Either of you to be the others end Hast. So prosper I as I sweare perfect loue Riu. And I as I loue hastings with my heart Kin. Madame your selfe are not
themselues wept when it was reported Dors. No man but prophecied reuenge for it Buch. Northumberland then present wept to see it Qu. M. What were you snarling all before I came Ready to catch each other by the throat And turne you all your hatred now on me Did Yorkes dread curse preuaile so much with heauen That Henries death my louely Edwards death Their kingdomes losse my wofull banishment Could all but answere for that peeuish brat Can curses pierce the clouds and enter heauen Why then giue way dull cloudes to my quicke curses If not by war by surfet die your King As ours by murder to make him a King Edward thy sonne which now is Prince of Wales For Edward my sonne which was Prince of Wales Die in his youth by like vntimely violence Thy selfe a Queene for me that was a Queene Outliue thy glory like my wretched selfe Long maiest thou liue to waile thy childrens losse And see another as I see thee now Deckt in thy rights as thou art stald in mine Long die thy happy daies before thy death And after many lengthened houres of griefe Die neither mother wife nor Englands Queene Riuers and Dorset you were standers by And so wast thou Lo Hastings when my sonne Was stabd with bloudy daggers god I pray him That none of you may liue your naturall age But by some vnlookt accident cut off Glo. Haue done thy charme thou hatefull withred hag Q M. And leaue out the stay dog for thou shalt hear me If heauen haue any grieuous plague in store Exceeding those that I can wish vpon thee O let them keepe it till thy sinnes be ripe And then hurle downe their indignation On thee the troubler of the poore worlds peace The worme of conscience still begnaw thy soule Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liuest And take deepe traitors for thy dearest friends No sleepe close vp that deadly eye of thine Vnlesse it be whilest some tormenting dreame Affrights thee with a heâ—l of vgly dâ—uels Thou eluish markt abortiue rooting hog Thou that wast seald in thy natiuity The slaue of nature and the sonne of hell Thou slaunder of thy mothers heauy wombe Thou lothed issue of thy fathers loynes Thou rag of honour thou detested c. Glo. Margaret Qu. M. Richard Glo. Ha. Qu. M. I call thee not Glo. Then I crie thee mercy for I had thought That thou hadst cald me all these bitter names Qu M. Why so I did but â—ookt for no reply O Let me make the period to my curse Glo. T is done by me and ends in Margaret Qu. Thus haue you breathed your curse against your selfe Qu. M. Poore painted Queene vaine flourish of my fortune Why strewst thou suger on that bottled spider Whose deadly web ensâ—areth thee about Foole foole thou whetst a knife to kill thy selfe The time will come that thou shalt wish for me To helpe thee curse that poisenous bunchbackt â—oade Hast. False boading woman end thy frantike curse Lest to thy harme thou moue our patience Q. M. Foule shame vpon you you haue all mou'd mine Ri. Were you well seru'd you would be taught your duty Q. M. To serue me well you all should doe me duty Teach me to be your Queene and you my subiects O serue me well and teach your selues that duty Dors. Dispute not with her she is lunatique Q M. Peace Master Marques you are malapert Your fire-new stampe of honour is scarse currant O that your young nobility could iudge What t were to loose it and be miserable They that stand high haue many blast to shake them And if they fall they dash themselues to pieces Glo. Good counsell mary learne it learne it Marques Dor. It toucheth you my Lo asmuch as me Glo. Yea and much more but I was borne so high Our aiery buildeth in the Cedars top And dallies with the winde and scornes the sunne Qu M. And turnes the sun to shade alaâ— alas Witnes my son now in the shade of death Whose bright out shining beames thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternall darkenes foulded vp Your aieâ—y buildeth in our aieries nest O God that seest it doe not suffer it As it was wonne with bloud lost be it so Buck. Haue done for shame if not for charity Qu. M. Vrge neither charity nor shame to me Vncharitably with me haue you dealt And shamefully by you my hopes are butcherd My charity is outrage life my shame And in my shame still liue my sorrowes rage Buck. Haue done Q. M. O Princely Buckingham I will kisse thy hand In signe of league and amity with thee Now faire befall thee and thy Princely house Thy garments are not spotted with our bloud Nor thou within the compasâ—e of my curse Buc. Nor no one here for curses neueâ— passe The lips of those that breath them in the aire Q. M. I le not beleeue but they ascend the skie And there awake gods gentle sleeping peace O Buckingham beware of yonder dog Looke when he fawnes he bites and when he bites His venome tooth will rackle thee to death Haue not to doe with him beware of him Sinne death and hell haue set their markes on him And all their ministers attend on him Glo. What doth she say my Lo of Buckingham Buck. Nothing that I respect my gratious Lord. Qu. M. What doest thou scorne me for my gentle counsell And sooth the diuell that I warne thee from O but remember this another day When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow And say poore Margaret was a prophetesse Liue each of you the subiects of his hate And he to your and all of you to Gods Exit Hast. My haire doth stand on end to heare her curses Ryu. And so doth mine I wonder shee s at liberty Glo. I cannot blame her by â—â—ds holy mother She hath had too much 〈◊〉 and I repent My part theâ—eof that I haue done Qu. Inâ—uer did her any to my knowledge Glo. But you haue all the vantage of this wrong I was too hoat to doe some body good That is too cold in thinking of it now Marry as for Clarence he is well repaid He is franckt vp to fatting for his paines God pardon them that are the cause of it Ryu. A vertuous and a Christianlike conclusion To pray for them that haue done scathe to vs. Glo. So doe I euer being well aduisde For had I curst now I had curst my selfe Cates. Madam his Maiesty doth call for you And for your Grace and you my noble Lo Qu Catesby we come Lords will you go with vs. Ry. Madame we will attend your grace Exeunt man Ri. Glo. I doe the wrong and first began to braule The secret mischiefes that I set abroach I lay vnto the grieuous charge of others Clarence whom I indeed haue laid in darkenes I doe beweepe to many simple gulâ— Namely to Hastings Darby Buckingham And say it is the Queene and her allies That stirre the King against the Duke my
exemptâ— in this Nor your son Dorset Bucking ham nor you You haue beene factious one against the other Wife loue Lo Hastings let him kisse your hand And what you doe doe it vnfainedly Q. Here Hastings I will neuer more remember Our former hatred so thriue I and mine Dor. This enterchange of loue I here protest Vpon my part shal be vnuiolable Hast. And so sweare I my Lord. Kin. Now princely Buckingham seale thou this league With thy embracement to my wiues allies And make me happy in your vnity Buc. When euer Buckingham doth turne his hate On you or yours but with all duteous loue Doth cherish you and yours God punish me With hate in those where I expect most loue When I haue most neede to imploy a friend And most assured that he is a friend Deepe hollow trecherous and full of guile Be he vnto me this doe I begge of God When I am cold in zeale to you or yours Kin. A pleasing cordiall Princely Buckingham Is this thy vow vnto my sickly heart There wanteth now our brother Glocester here To make the perfect period of this peace Enter Glocest. Buc. And in good time here comes the noble Duke Glo. Good morrow to my soueraigne King Queene And Princely peeres a happy time of day Kin. Happy indeede as we haue spent the day Brother we haue done deedes of charity Made peace of enmity faire loue of hate Betweene these swelling wrong insenced peeres Glo. A blessed labour my most soueraigne liege Amongst this princely heape if any here By false Intelligence or wrong surmise Hold me a foe if I vnwittingly or in my rage Haue ought committed that is hardly borne By any in this presence I desire To reconcile me to his friendly peace T is death to me to be at enmity I hate it and desire all good mens loue First Madam I intreate true peace of you Which I will purchase with my dutious seruice Of you my noble Coosen Buckingham If euer any grudge were logde betweene vs. Of you Lo Riuers and Lord Gray of you That all without desert haue frownd on me Dukes Earles Lords gentlemen indeed of all I doe not know that English man aliue With whom my soule is any iotte at oddes More then the infant that is borne to night I thanke my God for my humility Qu. A holy day shall this be kept hereafter I would to God all â—â—â—ifes were well compounded My soueraigne liege I doe beseech your Maiesty To take our brother Clarence to your Grace Glo. Why Madame haue I offred loue for this To be thus scorned in this royall presence Who knowes not that the noble Duke is dead You doe him inâ—ury to scorne his corse Ryu. Who knowes not he is dead who knowes he isâ— Qu. All seeing heauen what a world is this Buck. Looke I so pale Lo Dorset as the rest Dor. I my good L and no one in this presence But his red couler hath forsooke his cheekes Kin. Is Clarence dead the order was reuerst Glo. But he poore soule by your first order died And that a wingled Mercury did beaâ—e Some tardy cripple bore the countermaund That came too lâ—g to see him buried God grant that some lesse noble and lesse loyall Neerer in bloudy thoughts but not in blond Deserue not worse then wretched Clarence dâ—d And yet go currant from suspition Enter Darby Dar. A boone my soueraigne for my seruice done Kin. I pray thee peace my soule is full of sorrow Dar. I will not rise vnlesse your highnesse grant Kin. Then speake at once what is it thou demaundst Dar. The forfeit soueraigne of my seruantâ— life Who slew to day a riotous gentleman Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolke Kin. Haue I a tongue to doome my brothers death And shall the same giue pardon to a slaue My brother slew no man his fault was thought And yet his punishment was cruell death Who sued to me for him who in my rage Kneeld at my feete and bad me be aduisde Who spake of Brotherhood who of loue Who told me how the poore soule did forsake The mighty Warwicke and did fight for me Who tolde me in the field by Teuxbery When Oxford had me downe he rescued me And said deare brother liue and be a King Who told me when we both lay in the field Frozen almost to death how he did lappe me Euen in his owne garments and gaue himselfe All thin and naked to the numbcold night All this from my remembrance brutish wrath Sinfully puckt and not a man of you Had so much grace to put it in my minde But when your carters or your waighting vassailes Haue done a drunken slaughter and defaste The pretious image of our deare Redeemer You straight are on your knees for pardon pardon And I vniustly too must grant it you But for my brother not a man would speake Nor I vngratious speake vnto my selfe For him poore soule The proudest of you all Haue beene beholding to him in his life Yet none of you would once pleade for his life Oh God I feare thy Iustice will take hold On me and you and mine and yours for this Exit Come Hastings help me to my closet oh poore Clarence Glo. This is the fruit of rashnes markt you not How that the guilty kindred of the Queene Lookt pale when they did heare of Clarence death Oh they did vrge it still vnto the King God will reuenge it But come le ts in To comfort Edward with our company Exeunt Enter Dutches of Yorke with Clarence Children Boy Tell me good Granam is our father dead Dut. No boy Boy Why doe you wring your hands and beate your breast And câ—ie Oh Clarence my vnhappy sonne Gerl. Why doe you looke on vs and shake your head And call vs wretches Orphanes castawaies If that our noble father be aliue Dut. My prety Cosens you mistake me much I doe lament the sicknesse of the King As loth to loose him not your fathers death It were lost labour to weepe for one that 's lost Boy Then Granam you conclude that he is dead The King my Vnckle is too blame for this God will reuenge it whom I will importune With daily praiers all to that effect Dut. Peace children peace the King doth loue you wel Incapable and shallow innocents You cannot guesse who causde your fathers death Boy Granam we can For my good Vnckle Glocester Tould me the King prouoked by the Queene Deuisd impeachments to imprison him And when he tould me so he wept And hugd me in his arme and kindly kist my cheeke And bad me rely on him as in my father And he would louâ— me dearely as his child Dut. Oh that deceit should steale such gentle shapes And with a vertuous visaid hide foule guile He is my sonne yea and therein my shame Yet from my dogs he drew not this deceit Boy Thinke you my Vnckle did dissemble Granam Dut. I boy Boy I cannot thinke it
say without characters fame liues long Thus like the formall vice iniquity I morallize two meanings in one word Pri. That Iulius Cesar was a famous man With what his valour did enrich his wit His wit set downe to make his valure liue Death makes no conquest of this conquerour For now he lâ—ues in fame though not in life I le tell you what my Cosen Buckingham Buc. What my gratious Lord Priâ— And if I liâ—e vntill I be a man I le winne our aunciâ—nt right in France againe Or die a souldier as I liude a King Glo. Short summers lightly haue a forward spring Enter young Yorkâ— Hastings Cardinall Buc. Now in good time here comes the Duke of Yorke Pri. Rich. of Yorke how fares our louing brother Yor. Well my dread Lo so must I call you now Pri. I brother to our griefe as it is yours Too late he died that might haue kept that title Which by his death hath lost much maiesty Glo. How fares our Cosen noble Lo of Yorke Yor. I thanke you gentle Vnckle O my Lo You said that idle weedes are fast in growth The Prince my brother hath outgrowen me farre Glo. He hath my Lo Yor. And therfore is he idle Glo. Oh my faire Cosen I must not say so Yor. Then he is more beholding to you then I. Glo. He may command me as my soueraigne But you haue power in me as in a kinseman Yor. I pray you Vnckle giâ—e me this dagger Glo. My dagger little Cosen withall my heart Pri. A begger brother Yor. Of my kind Vnckle that I know will giue And being but a toy which is no griefe to giue Glo. A greater giâ—t then that I le giue my Cosen Yor. A greater gift O that 's the sword to it Glo. I gentle Cosen were it light enough Yor. O then I see you will part but with light gifts In weightier things you le say a begger nay Glo. It is too heauy for your Grace to weare Yor. I weigh it lightly were it heauier Glo. What would you haue my weapon little Lord Yor. I would that I might thanke you as you call me Glo. How Yor. Little Pri. My Lo of Yorke will still be crosse in talke 〈◊〉 your grace knowes how to beare with him Yor. You meane to beare me not to beare with 〈◊〉 Vnckle my brother mockes both you and me Because that I am little like an Ape He thinkes that you should beare me on your shoulders Buck. With what a sharpe prouided wit he reasons To mittigate the scorne he giues his Vnckle He pretely and aptly taunts himselfe So cunning and so young is wonderfull Glo. My Lo wilt please you passe along My selfe and my good Coosen Buckingham Will to your mother to entreate of her To meete you at the tower and welcome you Yor. What will you go vnto the tower my Lo Prin. My Lo protector needes will haue it so Yor. I shall not sleepe in quiet at the tower Glo. Why what should you feare Yor. Mary my Vnckle Clarence angry ghost My Granam tolde me he was murdred there Pri. I feare no Vnckles dead Glo. Nor none that hue I hope Pri And if they liue I hope I neede not feare But come my Lo with a heauy heart Thinking on them go I vnto the tower Exeâ—nt Prin. Yor. Hast. Dorsâ—manet Rich. Buck. Buc. Thinke you my Lo this little prating Yorke Was not incensed by his subâ—â—le mother To taunt and scorne you thus opprobriously Glo. No doubt no doubt Oh t is a perillous boy Bold quicke ingeni ous forward capable He is all the mothers from the top to toe Buc. Well let them rest Come hither Catesby Thou art sworne as deepely to effect what we â—â—tend As closely to conceale what we impaâ—t Thou knowest our reasons vrgde vpon the way What thinkest thou is it not an easie matter To make William Lo Hastings of our minde For the instalement of this noble Duke In the seate royall of this famous Ile Cates. He for his fathers sake so lâ—ues the Prince That he will not be wonne to ought against him Buck. What thinkest thou then of Stanley what will he Cat. He will doe all in all as Hastings doth Buck. Well then no more but this Go gentle Catesby and as it were a farre off Sound thou Lo Hastings how he stands affected Vnto our purpose if he be willing Encourage him and shew him all our reasons If he be leaden â—câ—e cold Vnwilling Be thou so too and so breake off your talke And giue vs notice of his inclination For we to morrow hold deuided counsels Wherein thy selfe shalt highly be emploied Glo. Commend me to Lo William tell him Catesby His auncient knot of dangerous aduersaries To morrow are let bloud at Pomfret Castle And bid my friend for ioy of this good newes Giue Mistresse Shore one gentle kisse the more Buck Good Caâ—esby effect this busines soundly Cat. My good Lo both with all the heede I may Glo. Shall we heare from you Catesby ere we sleepe Cat. You shall my Lord. Glo. At Crosby place there shall you finde vs both Buc. Now my Lo what shall we doe if we perceiue William Lo Hastings will not yeeld to our complots Glo. Chop of his head man somewhat we will doe And looke when I am King claime thoâ— of me The Earledome of Hereford and the moueables Whereof the King my brother stood possest Buc. I le claime that promise at your Graces hands Glo. And looke to haue it yeelded with all willingnes Come let vs suppe betimes that afterwards We may digest our complots in some forme Exeunt Enter a Messenger to Lo Hastings Mes. What 〈◊〉 my Lord. Hast. Who knockes at the dore Mess. A messenger from the Lo Stanley Enter L. Hast. Hast. What 's a clocke Mess. Vpon the stroke of foure Hast. Cannot thy Master sleepe these tedious 〈◊〉 Mess. So it should seeme by that I haâ—e to say First he commends him to your noble Lordship Hast. And then Mes. And then he sends you word He dreamt to â—ight the beare had raste his helme Besides he saies there are two councels held And that may be determined at the one Which may make you and him to â—â—we aâ—â—the other Therefore he sends to know your Lordships pleasure Iâ— presently you will take horse with him And with all speede post into the North To shun the danger that his soule diuines Hast. Go fellow go returne vnto thy Lord Bid him not feare the seperated counsels His honour and my selfe are at the one And at the other is my seruant Catesby Where nothing can proceede that toucheth vs Whereof I shall not haue intelligence Tell him his feares are shallow wanâ—ing instance And for his dreames I 〈…〉 is so â—ond To trust the mockery of vnquieâ— sâ—umbers To flie the boare before the boare pursues vs Were to incense the boare to follow vs And make pursuite where he did me anâ— no chase Go bid thy Master 〈◊〉