with post horse vp to heauen I le in to vrge his hatred more to Clarence With lies well steeld with weighty arguments And if I faile not in my deepe intent Clarence hath not an other day to liue Which done God take King Edward to his merâ— And leaue the world for me to bussell in For then I le marry Warwicks yongest daughter What though I kild her husband and her father The â—eadiest way to make the wench amends Is to become her husband and her father The which will I not all so much for loue As for another secret close intent By marrying her which I must reach vnto But yet I run before my horse to market Clarence still breathes Edward still liues and raignes When they are gone then must I count my gaines Exit Enter Lady Anne with the hearse of Harry the 6. Lady An. Set downe set downe your honourableâ— If honor may be shrowded in a hearse Whilst I a while obsequiously lament The vntimely fall of vertuous Lancaster Poore kei-cold figure of a holy King Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster Thou bloudlesse remnant of that royall bloud Be it lawfull that I inuocate thy ghost To heare the lamentations of poore Anne Wife to thy Edward to thy slaughtered sonne Stabd by the selfesame hands that made these holes Lo in those windowes that let foorth thy life I powre the helplesse balme of my poore eies Curst be the hand that made these fatall holes Curst be the heart that had the heart to doe it More direfull hap betide that hated wretch That makes vs wretched by the death of thee Than I can with to adders spiders toades Or any creeping venomde thing that liues If euer he haue child abortiue be it Prodigious and vntimely brought to light Whose vgly and vnnaturall aspect May fright the hopefull mother at the view If euer he haue wife let her be made As miserable by the death of him As I am made by my poore Lord and thee Come now towards Chertsey with your holy loade Taken from Paules to be interred there And still as you are weary of the waight Rest you whiles I lament King Henries corse Enter Glocester Glo. Stay you that beare the corse and set it dowâ—e La. What blacke magitian coniures vp this fiend To stop deuoted charitable deedes Glo. Villaine set downe the corse or by S. Paule I le make a corse of him that disobeies Gent. My Lord stand backe and let the coâ—â—in pasâ—e Glo. Vanmanerd dog stand thou when I command Aduance thy halbert higher than my brest Or by Saint Paul I le strike thee to my â—oote And spurne vpon thee begger for thy boldnes La. What doe you tremble are you all afraid Alas I blame you not for you are mortall And mortall eies cannot endure the diuell Auaunt thou dreadfull minister of hell Thou hadst but power ouer his mortall body His soule thou canst not haue therefore be gone Glo. Sweete Saint for Charity be not so curst La. Foule Diuell for Gods sake hence trouble vs not For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell Fild it with cursing cries and deepe exclaimes If thou delight to view thy hainous deedes Behold this patterne of thy butcheries Oh gentlemen see see dead Henries woundes Open their congeald mouthes and bleede a fresh Blush blush thou lumpe of foule deformity For t is thy presence that exhales this bloud From cold and empty veines where no bloud dwells Thy deed inhumane and vnnaturall Prouokes this deluge most vnnaturall Oh God which this bloud madest reuenge his death Oh earth which this bloud drinkst reuenge his death Eâ—ther heauen with lightning strike the murtherer dead Or earth gape open wide and eate him quicke As thou doest swallow vp this good Kings bloud Which his hell-gouernd arme hath butchered Glo. Lady you know no rules of charity Which renders good for bad blessings for curses Lady Villaine thou knowest no law of God nor man No beast so fierce but knowes some touch of pitty Glo. But I know none and therefore am no beast Lady Oh wonderfull when Diuels tell the troth Glo. More wonderfull when Angels are so angâ—y Vouâ—safe deuine perfection of a woman Of these supposed euils to giue me leaue By circumstance but 〈◊〉 acquite my selfe La. Vouchsafe defused infection of a man For these knowne euils but to giue me leaue By circumstance to curse thy cursed selfe Glo. Fairer then tongue can name thee let me haue Some patient leisure to excuse my selfe La. Fouler then heart can thinke thee thou canst make No excuse currant but to hang thy selfe Glo. By such despaire I should accuse my selfe Lad. And by despairing shouldst thou stand excusdâ— For doing worthy vengeance on thy selfe Which didst vnworthy slaughter vpon others Glo. Say that I slew them not La. Why then they are not dead But dead they are and diuelish slaue by thee Glo. I did not kill your husband Ld. Why then he is aliue Glo. Nay he is dead and slaine by Edwards hand La. In thy foule throat thou liest Queene Margaret saw Thy bloudy faulchion smoking in his bloud The which thou once didst bend against her brest But that thy brothers beat aside the point Glo. I was prouoked by her slauâ—derous tongue Which laid their guilt vpon my guiâ—tlesle shoulders La. Thou wast prouoked by thy bloudy minde Which neuer dreamt on ought but butcheries Didst thou not kill this King Glo. I grant yea La. Doest grant me hedghogge then god grant me too Thou maiest be damnd for that wicked deede Oh he was geâ—tle milde and vertuous Glo. The fitter for the King of Heauen that hath him La. He is in heauen where thou shalt neuer come Glo. Let him thanke me that holpe to send him thither For he was fitter for that place then earth La. And thou vnfit for any place but hell Glo. Yes one place els if you will heare me name it La. Some dungeon Glo. Your bedchamber La. Ill rest betide the chamber wheâ—e thou liest Glo. So will it Madame till I â—â—e with you La. I hope so Glo. I Know so but gentle Lady Aâ—ne To leaue this keen incounter of our wits And fall somewhat into a flower methode Is not the causer of the timeles deaths Of these Pâ—antagenets Henry and Edward As blamefull as the executioner La. Thou art the cause and most accurst effect Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect Your beauty which did haunt me in my sleepe To vndertake the death of all the world So I might rest one houre in your sweete bosome La. If I thought that I tell thee homicide These nailes should rend that beauty from my cheekes Glo. These eies could neuer indure sweet beauties wrack You should not blemish them if I stood by As all the world is cheered by the sonne So I by that it is my day my life La. Blacke night ouershade thy day and death thy life Glo. Curse not thy selfe faire creature thou
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
hark what noise is this Enter the Quee. Qu. Oh who shalâ— hinder me to waile and weepe To chide my fortune and torment my selfe I le ioine with blacke despaire against my soule And to my selfe become an enemy Dut. What meanes this sceane of rude impatience Qu. To make an act of tragicke violence Edward my Lord your sonne our King is dead Why grow the branches now the roote is witherd Why wither not the leaues the sap being gone If you will liue lament if die be briefe That our swiftwinged soules may catch the Kings Or like obedient subiects follow him To his new kingdome of perpetuall rest Dut. Ah somuch interest haue I in thy sorrow As I had title in thy noble husband I haue bewept a worthy husbands death And lm'd by looking on his images Bâ—t now two mirrours of his Princely semblance Are crackt in pieces by malignant death And I for comfort haue but one false glasse Which grieues me when I see my shame in him Thou art a widdow yet thou art a mother And hast the comfort of thy children left thee But death hath snatcht my children from mine armes And pluckt two crutches from my feeble lummes Edward and Clarence Oh what cause haue I Then being but moity of my griefe To ouergo thy plaints and drowne thy cries Boy Good Aunt you wept not for our fathers death How can we aide you with our kindreds â—â—ares Gerl. Our fatherlesse distresse was left vnmoand Your widdowes dolours likewise be vnwept Qu. Giue me no help in lamentation I am not barren to bring foorth laments All springs reduce their currents to mine eies That I being gouernd by the warry moane May send foorth plenteous teares to drowne the world Oh for my husband for my eire Lo Edward Ambo Oh for our father for our deare Lo Clarence Dut. Alas for both both mine Edward and Clarence Qu. What stay had I but Edward and he is gone Am. What stay had we but Clarence and he is gone Dut. Whaâ— staies had I but they and they are gone Qu. Waâ— neucr Widdow had so deare a losse Ambo Was neuer Orphanes had a dearer losse Du. Was neuer mother had a dearer losse Alas I am the mother of these mones Their woes are parceld mine are generall She for Edward weepes and so doe I I for a Clarence weepe so doth not she These babes for Clarence weepe and so doe I I for an Edward weepe so doe not they Alas you three on me threefold distrest Poure all your teares I am your forrowes nurse And I will pamper it with lamentations Enter Glocest. with others Gl. Madame haue comfort al of vs haue cause To waile the dimming of our shining starre But none can cure their harmes by wailing them Madame my mother I doe crie you mercy I did not see your Grace humbly on my knee I craue your blessing Du. God blesse thee and put meekenes in thy minde Loue charity obedience and true duety Glo. Amen and make me die a good old man That 's the butt end of a mothers blessing I maruell why her Grace did leaue it out Buck. You cloudy Princes and hart-sorrowing peeres That beare this mutuall heauy lode of moane Now cheare each other in each others loue Though we haue spent our haruest of this King We are to reape the haruest of his sonne The broken rancour of your high swolne hearts But lately splinterd knit and ioynd etogether Must gently be preseru'd cherisht and kept Me seemeth good that with some little traine Forthwith from Ludlow the yong Prince be fetcht Hither to London to be crownd our King Glo. Then be it so and go we to determine Who they shal be that straight shall post to Ludlow Madame and you my mother will you go To giue your censures in this waighty busines Ans. With all our hearts Exeunt man Glo. Buck. Buck. My Lord who euer iourneies to the Prince For Gods sake let not vs two stay behinde For by the way I le sort occasion As index to the story we late talkt of To part the Queenes proud kindred from the King Glo. My other selfe my counsels consistory My Oracle my Prophet my deare Cosen I like a childe will go by thy direction Towards Ludlow then for we will not stay behinde Enter two Cittizens 1 Cit. Neighbour well met whither away so fast 2 Cit. I promise you I scarcely know my selfe 1 Heare you the newes abroad 2 I that the King is dead 1 Bad newes birlady seldome comes the better I feare I feare t will prooue a troublous world Ent. another Citt. 3 Cit. Good morrow neighbours Doth this newes hold of good King Edwards death 1 It doth 3 Then masters looke to see a troublouâ— world 1 No no by Gods good grace his sonne shall raigne 3 Woe to that land that 's gouernd by a childe 2 In him there is a hope of gouernement That in his nonage counsell vnder him And in his full and ripened yeres himselfe No doubt shall then and till then gouerne well 1 So stoode the state when Harry the sixt Was crownd at Paris but at ix moneths olde 3 Stoode the state so no good my friend not so For then this land was famously enricht With pollitike graue counsell then the King Had vertuous Vnckles to protect his Grace 2 So hath this both by the father and motheâ— 3 Better it were they all came by the father Or by the father there were none at all For emulation now who shall be neerest Will touch vs all too neare if God preuent not Oh full of danger is the Duke of Glocester And the Queenes kindred hauty and proud And were they to be rulde and not to rule This sickly land might solace as before 2 Come come we feare the worst all shal be well 3 When cloudes appeare wise men put on their clokes When great leaues fall the winter is at hand When the sunne sets who doth not looke for night Vntimely stormes make men expect a darth All may be well but if God sort it so T is more then we deserue or I expect 1 Truely the soules of men are full of bread Yee cannot almost reason with a man That lookes not heauily and full of feare 3 Before the times of change still is it so By a diuine instinct mens mindes mistrust Ensuing dangers as by proofe we see The waters swell before a boistrous storme But leaâ—e it all to God whither away 2 We are sent for to the Iustice 3 And so was I I le beare you company Exeunt Enter Cardinall Dutches of Yorke Quee. young Yorke Car. Last night I heare they lay at Northhaâ—pton At Stonistratford will they be to night To morrow or next day they will be here Dut. I long with all my heart to see the Prince I hope he is much growen since last I saw him Qu. But I heare no they say my sonne of Yorke Hath almost ouertane him in his growth Yor.
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
I mother but I would not haue it so Dut. Why my young Cosen it is good to growe Yor. Grandam one night as we did sit at supper My Vnckle Riuers talkt how I did grow More then my brother I quoth my Nnckle Glocester Small herbes haue grace great weedes grow apace And since me thinkes I would not grow so fast Because sweete flowers are slow and weedes make haste Dut. Good faith good faith the saying did not hold In him that did obiect the same to thee He was the wretchedst thing when he was young So long a growing and so leisurely That if this were a true rule he should be gratious Car. Why Madame so no doubt he is Dut. I hope so too but yet let mothers doubt Yor. Now by my troth if I had beene remembred I could haue giuen my Vnckles grace a flout That should haue neerer toucht his growth then he did mine Dut. How my prety Yorke I pray thee let me heare it Yor. Mary they say my Vnckle grew so fast That he could gnaw a crust at two houres olde T was full two yeares ere I could get a tooth Granam this would haue heene a biting iest Dut. I pray thee prety Yorke who tolde thee so Yor. Granam his nurse Dut. His nurse why she was dead ere thou wert borne Yor. If t were not she I cannot tell who tolde me Qu. A perilous boy go to you are too shrewde Car. Good Madame be not angry with the childe Qu. Pitchers haue eares Enter Dorset Car. Here comes your sonne Lo M. Dorset What newes Lo Marques Dor. Such newes my Lo as grieues me to vnfolde Qu. How fares the Prince Dor. Well Madame and in health Dut. What is thy newes then Dor. Lo Riuers and Lo Gray are sent to Pomfret With them Sir Thomas Vaughan prisoners Dut. Who hath committed them Dor. The mighty Dukes Glocester and Buckingham Car. For what offence Dor. The summe of all I can I haue disclosed Why or for what these nobles were committed Is all vnknowen to me my gratious Lady Qu. Ay me I see the downfall of our house The tyger now hath ceazd the gentle hinde Insulting tyranny beginnes to iet Vpon the innocent and lawlesse throane Welcome destruction death and massacre I see as in a mappe the ende of all Du. Accursed and vnquiet wrangling daies How many of you haue mine eies beheld My husband lost his life to get the crowne And often vp and downe my sonnes were tost For me to ioy and weepe their gaine and losse And being seated and domestike broiles Cleane ouerblowne themselues the conquerours Make warre vpon themselues bloud against bloud Selfe against selfe O preposterous And frantike outrage ende thy damned spleene Or let me die to looke on death no more Qu. Come come my boy we will to sanctuary Dut. I le go along with you Qu. You haue no cause Car. My gratious Lady go And thither beare your treasure and your goods For my part I le resigne vnto your Grace The seale I keepe and so betide to me As well I tender you and all of yours Come I le conduct you to the sanctuary Exeunt The Trumpets sound Enter young Prince the Dukes of Glocester and Buckingham Cardinall c. Buc. Welcome sweete Prince to London to your chamber Glo. Welcome deare Cosen my thoughts soueraigne The weary way hath made you melancholy Prin. No Vnckle but our crosses on the way Haue made it tedious wearisome and heauy I want more Vnckles here to welcome me Glo. Sweete Prince the vntainted vertue of your yeres Hath not yet diued into the worlds deceit Nor more can you distinguish of a man Then of his outward shew which God he knowes Sâ—â—dome or neuer iumpeth with the heart Those Vnckles which you want were dangerous Your Grâ—ce attended to their sugred words But lookt not on the poison of their hearts God keepe you from them and from such false friends â—ri God keepe me from false friends but they wer none Glo. My Lo the Maior of London comes to greete you Enter Lord Maior Lo M. God blesse your grace with health and happy daies Prin. I thanke you good my Lo and thanke you all I thought my mother and my brother Yorke Would long ere this haue met vs on the way Fiâ— what a slug is Hastings that he comes not To tell vs whether they will come or no Enter L. Hast. Buck. And in good time here comes the sweating Lo Pri. Welcome my Lo what will our mother come Hast. On what occasion God he knowes not I The Queene your mother and your brother Yorke Haue taken sanctuary The tender Prince Would faine haue come with me to meete your Grace But by his mother was perforce withheld Buc. Fie what an indirect and peeuish course Is this of hers Lo Cardinall will your grace Perswade the Queene to send the Duke of Yorke Vnto his Princely brother presently If she deny Lo Hastings go with him And from her iealous armes plucke him perforce Car. My Lo of Buckingham if my weake oratory Can fâ—om his mother winne the Duke of Yorke Anone expect him here but if she be obdurate To milde entreaties God in heauen forbid We should infringe the holy priuiledge Of blessed sanctuary not for all this land Would I be guilty of so deepe a sinne Buck. You are too sencelesse obstinate my Lo Too ceremonious and traditionall Weigh it but with the grossenes of this agâ— You breake not sanctuary in seazing him The benefit thereof is alwaies granted To those whose dealings haue deserude the place And those who haue the wit to claime the place This Prince hath neither claimed it nor deserued it And therefore in mine opinion cannot haue it Then taking him from thence that is not there You breake no priuiledge nor charter there Oft haue I heard of sanctuary men But sanctuary children neuer till now Car. My Lo you shall ouerrule my minde for onâ—e Come on Lo Hastings will you go with me Hast. I go my Lord. Prin. Good Lords make all the speedy hast you may Say Vnckle Glocester if our brother come Where shall we soiourne till our coronation Glo. Where 〈◊〉 seemes best vnto your royall selfe If I may councell you some day or two Your highnes shall repose you at the tower Then where you please and shal be thought most fit For your best health and recâ—cation Prin. I doe not like the â—ower of any place Did Iulius Caesar build that place my Lord Buc. He did my gratious Lo begin that place Which since succeeding ages haue reedisied Prin. Is it vpon record or els reported Successiuely from age to age he built it Buc. Vpon record my gratiouâ— Lo Pri. But say my Lo it were not registred Me thinkes the truth should liue from age to age As t were retailde to all posterity Euen to the generall all-ending day Glo. So wise so young they say doe neuer liue long Pri. What say you Vnckle Glo. I
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 〈◊〉
meetst aduantage of the time Inferre the bastardy of Edwards children Tell them how Edward put to death a Cittizen Onely for saying he would make his sonne Heire to the Crowne meaning indeede his house Which by the signe thereof was termed so Moreouer vrge his hatefull luxurie And bestiall appetite in change of lust Which stretched to theyr seruants daughters wiues Euen where his lustfull eye or sauage heart Without controll listed to make his prey Nay for a neede thus farre come neere my person Tell them when that my mother went with childe Of that vnsatiate Edward noble Yorke My princely father then had warres in Fraunce And by iust computation of the tyme Found that the issue was not his begot Which well appeared in his lineaments Being nothing like the noble Duke my father But touch this sparingly as it were farre off Because you know my Lord my mother liues Buck. Feare not my Lord I le play the Orator As if the golden see for which I pleade Were for my selfe Glo. If you thriue well bring them to Baynards castle Where you shall finde me well accompanyed Wyth reuerend fathers and well earned Bishops Buc. About three or foure a clocke look to heare What news Guildhall affordeth and so my Lord farewell Glo. Now will I in to take some priuy order Exit Buc. To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight And to giue notice that no maner of person At any tyme haue recourse vnto the Princes Exit Enter a Scriuener with a paper in his hand This is the indictment of the good Lord Hastings Which in a set hand fairely is engrosst That it may be this day read ouer in Paulesâ— And marke how well the sequele hangs together Eleuen houres I spent to wryte it ouer For yesternight by Catesby was it brought me The president was full as long adoyng And yet within these fiue houres liued Lord Hastings Vntaynted vnexamined free at liberty Heere 's a good world the while Why whoe 's so grosse That sees not this palpable deuice Yet whoe 's so blinde but sayes he sees it not Bad is the world and all will come to naught When such bad dealing must be sene in thought Exit Enter Glocester at one doore Buckingham at another Glo How now my Lord what say the Cittizens Buc. Now by the holy mother of our Lord The Citizens are mumme and speake not a word Glo. Toucht you the bastardy of Edwards children Buck I did wyth the insatiate greedinesse of his desires His tyranny for trifles his owne bastardy As beyng got your father then in Fraunce Withâ—ll I did inferre your lineaments Beyng the right Idea of your father Both in your forme and noblenesse of minde Laid open all your victories in Scotland Your discipline in warre wisedome in peace Your bounty vertue faire humility Indeede left nothing fitting for the purpose Vntoucht or sleightly handled in discourse And when mine oratory grew to an ende I bid them that did loue their countries good Crie God saue Richard Englands royall King Glo. A and did they so Buc. No so God helpe me But like dumbe 〈◊〉 or breathing stones Gazde each on other and lookt deadly pale Which when I saw I reprehended them And askt the Maior what meant this wilfull silence His answere was the people were not wont To be spoke to but by the Recorder Then he was vrgde to tell my tale againe Thus saith the Duke thus hath the Duke inferd But nothing spake in warrant from himselfe When he had done some followers of mine owne At the lower end of the Hall hurld vp their caps And some ten voices cried God saue King Richard Thankes louing Cittizens and friends quoth I This generall applause and louing shoute Argues your wisedomes and your loue to Richard And so brake off and came away Glo. What tonglesse blockes were they would they not speake Buc. No by my troth my Lo Glo. Will not the Maior then and his brethren come Glo. The Maior is here at hand and intend some feare Be not spoken withall but with mighty suite And looke you get a praier booke in your hand And stand betwixt two churchmen good my Lo For on that ground I le build a holy descant Be not easily wonne to our request Play the maides part say no but take it Glo. Feare not me if thou canst pleade aswell for them As I can say nay to thee for my selfe No doubt wee le bring it to a happie issue Buck You shal see what I can do get you vp to the leads Exit Now my L. Maior I dance attendance heare I thinke the Duke will not be spoke withall Enter Catesby Here coms his seruant how now Catesby what saies he Cates. My Lord he doth intreat your grace To visit him to morrow or next daie He is within with two right reuerend fathers Diuinely bent to meditation And in no worlâ—â—y suite would he be mou'd To draw him from his holy exercise Buck. Returne good Catesby to thy Lord againe Tell him my selfe the Maior and Cittizens In deepe designes and matters of great moment No lesse importing then our generall good Are come to haue some conference with his grace Cates. I le tell him what you say my Lord. Exit Buck. Aha my Lord this prince is not an Edward He is not lulling on a lewd day bed But on his knees at meditation Not dalying with a brace of Curtizans But meditating with two deepe Diuines Not sleeping to ingrosse his idle body But praying to inrich his watchfull soule Happy wâ—re England would this gracious prince Take on himselfe the souerainty thereon But sure I feare we shall neuer winne him to it Mâ—ior Marry God forbid his grace should say vs nay Buck. I feare he wil how now Catesby Enter Cates. What saies your Lord Caâ—es My Lo. he wonders to what end you haue assembled Such troupes of Cittizens to speake with him His grace not being warnd thereof before My Lord he feares you meane no good to him Buck. Sorrie I am my noble Cosen should Suspect me that I meane no good to him By heauen I come in perfect loue to him And so once more returne and tell his grace Exit Catesby When hollie and deuout religious men Are at their beads t is hard to draw them thence So sweet is zealous contemplation Enter Rich with two bishops a loste Maior See where he stands between two clergiâ— men Buck. Two props of vertue for a christian Prince To staie him from the fall of vanitie Famous Plantaganet most gracious prince Lend fauorable eares to our request And pardon vs the interruption Of thy deuotion and right Christian zeale Glo. My Lord there needs no such apologie I rather do beseech you pardon me Who earnest in the seruice of my God Neglect the visitation of my friends But leauing this what is your graces pleasure Buck. Euen that I hope which pleaseth God aboue And all good men of this vngouerned â—le Glo. I
killing newes Dâ—r Madam haue comfort how fares your grace Qu O Dorset speake not to me get thee hence Death and destruction dogge thee at the heeles Thy Mothers name is ominous to children If thou wilt outstrip death go crosse the seas And liue with Richmond from the reach of hell Go hie thee hie thee from this slaughter house Least thou increase the number of the dead And make me die the thrall of Margarets cursse Nor Mother Wife nor Englands counted Queene Staâ— Full of wise care is this your counsell Madam Take all the swift aduantage of the time You shall haue letters fâ—om me to my sonne To meete you on the way and welcome you Be not tane tardie by vnwise delaie Duch. yor O ill dispersing winde of miserie O my accursed wombe the bed of death A Cocatrice hast thou hatch to the world Whose vnauoided eye is murtherous Stan. Come Madam I in all hast was sent Duch. And I in all vnwillingnes will go I would to God thar the inclusiue verge Of golden meâ—tall that must round my browe were red hotte steele to seare me to the braine Annointed let me be with deadlie poyson And die ere men can say God saue the Queene Qu. Alas poore soule I enuie not thy glorie To feede my humor wish â—hy selfe no harme Duch. glo No when he that is my husband now Came to me as I followed Henries course When scarse the bloud was well washt from his handes Which issued from my other angel husband And that dead saint which then I weeping followed O when I say I lookt on Richaâ—ds face This was my wish be thou quoth I accurst For making me so young so olde a widow And when thou wedst let sorrow haunt thy bed And be thy wife if any be so madde As miserable by the death of thee As thou hast made me by my deare Lordes death Loe eare I can repeate this curse againe Euen in so short a space my womans hart â—rosselie grewe captiue to his honie wordes And prou'd the subiecte of my owne soules curse Which euer since hath kept my eyes from sleepe For neuer yet one houre in his bed Haue I enioyed the golden dew of sleepe But haue bene waked by his timerous dreames Besides he hates me for my father Warwicke And will no doubt shortlie be rid of me Qu. Alas poore soule I pittie thy complaints Duch. glo No more then from my soule I mourne for yours Dor. Farewell thou wofull welcomer of glorie Duch. glo Adew poore soule thou takst thy leaue of it Dâ— yor Go thou to Richmond and good fortune guide thee Go thou to Richard and good Angels garde thee Go thou to sanctuarie good thoughts possesse thee I to my graue where peace and rest lie with me Eightie odde yeares of sorrow haue I seene And each houres ioy wrackt with a weeke of teene The Trumpets sound Enter Richard crownd Buckingham Catesby with other Nobles King Stand al apart Coosin of Buckingham Giue me thy hand Here â—e ascendeth the throne Thus high by thy aduice And thy assistance is king Richard seated But shal we weare these honours for a day Or shall they last and we reioice in them Buc. Stil liue they and for euer may they last King Ri. O Buckingham now do I plaiâ— the touch To trie if thou be currant gold indeed Young Edwaâ—d liues thinke now what I would say Buc. Saie on my gracious soueraigne King Whie Buckingham â— saie I would be king Buc. Whie so you are my thrice renowned liege King Ha am I king t is so but Edward liues Buc. True noble prince King O bitter consequence That Edward stil should liue true noble prince Coosin thou wert not wont to be soâ—dul Shal I be plaine I wish tâ—e bastards dead And I would haue it suddenlie performde What saist thou speake suddenlie be briefe Buc. Your grace may doe your pleasure King Tut tut thou art all yâ—e thy kindnesse freezeth Saie haue I thy consent that they shal die Buc. Giue me some breath some little pause my lord Before I positiuelie speake herein I wil resolue your grace immediatlie Exit Cates. The king is angrie see he bites the lip King I wil conuerse with iron witted fooles And vnrespectiue boies none are for me That looke into me with considerate â—iâ—s Boy high reaching Buckingham growes circumspect Boy My Lord. King Knowst thou not any whom corrupting gold Would tempt vnto a close exploit of death Boy Mylord I know a discontented gentleman Whose humble meanes match not his haughtie mind â—ould were as good as twentie Orators And will no doubt tempt him to any thing King What is his name Boy His name my Lord is Tirrell King Go call him hither presentlie The deepe reuoluing wittie Buckingham No more shall be the neighbour to my counsell Hath he so long held out with me vntirde And stops he nowe for breath Enter Darby How now what neewes vvith you Darby My Lord I heare the Marques Dorset Is fled to Richmond in those partes beyond the seas where he abides King Catesby Cat. My Lord. King Rumor it abroad That Anne my wife is sicke and like to die I will take order for her keeping close Enquire me out some meane borne gentleman Whom I will marrie straight to Clarence daughter The boy is foolish and I feare not him Looke how thou dreamst I say againe giue ouâ— That Anne my wife is sicke and like to die About it for it stands me much vpon To stop all hopes vvhose growth may damadge me I must be married to my brothers daughter Or else my kingdome stands on brittle glasse Murther her brothers and then marrie her Vncertaine vvaie of gaine but I am in So far in bloud that sinne vvill plucke on sin Teare falâ—ing pittie dwels not in this eie Enter Tirrel Is thy name Tirrill Tyr. Iames Tirrell and your most obedient subiect King Art thou indeed Tir. Proue me my gracious soueraigne King Darst thou resolue to kill a friend of miâ—e Tir. I my Lord but I had rather kill two enemies King Why there thou hast it two deepe enemies Foes to my rest and my sweet sleepes disturbs Are they that I would haue thee deale vpon Tirrel I meane those bastards in the tower Tir. Let me haue open meanes to come to them And soone I le rid you from the feare of them Kâ—ng Thou singst sweet musicke Come hither Tirrel he wispers in his earâ— Go by that token rise and lend thine eare T is no more but so saie is it done And I will loue thee and prefer thee too Tir. T is done my gracious lord Kâ—ng Shal we heare from thee Tirrel ere we sleep Enter Buc. Tir. Ye shall my lord Buck. My lord I haue considered in my mind The late demand that you did sound me in King Well let that passe Dorset is fled to Richmond Buck I heare that newes my lord Kâ—ng Stanley he is your wifes sonnes Wellooke to it
Buck. My lord I claime your gift my dew by promise For which your honor and your faith is pawnd The Earledome of Herford and the moueables The which you promised I should possesse King Stanley looke to your wife if she conuay Letters to Richmond you shall answere it Buck. What saies your highnes to my iust demand King As I remember Henâ—ie the sixt Did prophecie that Richmond should be king When Richmond was a little peeuish boy A king perhaps perhaps Buck. My lord King How chance the prophet could not at that time Haue told me I being by that I should kill him Buck. My lord your promise for the Earledome King Richmond when last I was at Exetâ—r The Maior in curtesie showd me the Castle And called it Ruge-mount at which name I started Because a Bard of Ireland told me once I should not liue long after I saw Richmond Buck. My lord King I what 's a clocke Buck. I am thus bold to put your grace in mind Of what you promisd me King Wel but what 's a clocke Buck. Vpon the stroke often King Well let it strike Buck. Whie let it strike King Because that like a Iacke thou keepst the stroke Betwixt thy begging and my meditation I am not in the giuing vaine to day Buck. Whie then resolue me whether you wil or no King Tut tut thou troublest me I am not in the vain Exit Buck. Is it euen so rewardst he my true seruice With such deepe contempt made I him king for this O let me thinke on Hastings and be gone To Brecnock while my fearefull head is on Exit Enter Sir Francis Tirrell Tyr. The tyrranous and bloudie deed is done The most arch act of pitteous massacre That euer yet this land was guiltie of Dighton and Forrest whom I did suborne To do this ruthles peece of butcherie Although they were flesht villains bloudie dogs Melting with tendernes and kind compassion Wept like two children in their deaths sad stories Lo thus quoth Dighton laie those tender babes Thus thus quoth Forrest girdling on another Within their innocent alablaster armes Their lips were foure red Roses on a stalke Which in their summer beautie kist each other A booke of praiers on their pillow laie Which once quoth Forrest almost changd my mind But ô the Diuell their the villaine stopt Whilst Dighton thus told on we smothered The most replenished sweet worke of nature That from the prime creation euer he framed Thus both are gone with conscience and remorse They could not speake and so I left them both To bring this tidings to the bloudie king Enter Kâ— Richard And here he comes all haile my soueraigne leige King Kind Tirrell am I happie in thy newes Tyr. If to haue done the thing you giue in charge Beget your happinesse be happie then For it done my Lord. King But didst thou see them dead Tir. I did my Lord. King And buried gentle Tirrell Tir. The Chaplaine of the tower hath buried them But how or in what place I do not know Tir. Come to me Tirreâ— soone at after supper And thou shalt tell the processe of their death Meane time but thinke how I may do thee good And be inheritor of thy desire Exit Tirrel Farewel til soone The sonne of Clarence haue I pent vp close His daughter meanelie haue I matcht in mariage The sonnes of Edward sleepe in Abrahams bosome And Anne my wife hath bid the world godnight Now for I know the Brittaine Richmond aimes At young Elizabeth my brothers daughter And by that knot lookes proudly ore the crowne To her I go aiâ—llie thâ—iuing wooer Enter Câ—tesby Cat. My Lord. King Good newes or bad that thou comst in so bluntly Cates. Bad newes my lord Ely is fled to Richmond And Buckingham backt with the hardie Welchmen Is in the field and still his power increaseth King Ely with Richmond troubles me more neare Then Buckingham and his rash leuied armie Come I haue heard that feareful commenting Is leaden seruitour to dull delaie Delaie leades impotent and snaileâ—pact beggerie Then fierie expedition be my wing Ioues Mercurie and Herald for a king Come muster men my counsaile is my shield We must be briefe when traitor braue the field Exeunt Enter Queene Margaret sâ—la Q. Mar. So now prosperitie begins to mellow And drop into the rotten mouth of Death Here in these confines slilie haue I lurkt To watch the waining of mine aduersaries A dire induction am I witnesse to And wil to Fraunce hoping the consequence Wil prooue as bitter blalcke and tragical Withdraw thee wretched Margaret who comes here Enter the Qu. and the Dutchesse of Yorke Qu. Ah my young princes ah my tender babes My vnblowne flowers new appearing sweets If yet your gentle soules fliâ— in the ayre And be not fixt in doome perpetual Houer about me with your aierie winges And heare your mothers lamentation Qu. Mar. Houer about her saie that right for right Hath dimd your infant morne to aged night Quee. Wilt thou O God flie from such gentle lambes And throw them in the intrailes of the Wolfe When didst thou sleepe when such a deed was done Q. Mar. When holie Harry died and my sweet sonne Dutch Blind sight dead life poore mortal liuing ghost Woes sceane worlds shame graues due by life vsurpt Rest thy vnrest on Englands lawful earth Vnlawfulliâ— made drunkâ— with innocents bloud Qu. O that thou wouldst aswel affoord a graue As thou canst yeeld a melancholie seate Then would I hide my bones not rest them here O who hath anie cause to mourne but I Duch. So manie miseries haue crazd my voice That my woe-wearied toong is mute and dumbe Edward Plantagenet whie art thou dead Qu. Mar. If ancient sorrow be most reuerent Giue mine the benefite of signorie And let my woes frowne on the vpper hand If sorrow can admitte societie Tell ouer your woes againe by vewing mine I had an Edward till a Richard kild him I had a Richard till a Ricard kild him Thou hadst an Edward till a Richard kild him Thou hadst a Richard till a Richard kild him Duch. I had a Richard to and thou didst kill him I had a Rutland to thou hopst to kill him Qu. Mar. Thou hadst a Clarence to and Richard kild him From forth the kennell of thy wombe hath crept A hel-hound that doeth hunt vs all to death That dogge that had his teeth before his eyes To worrie lambes and lap their gentle blouds That foule defacer of Gods handie worke Thy wombe let loose to chase vs to our graues O vpright iust and true disposing God How doe I thanke thee that this carnal curre Praies â—n the issue of his mothers bodie And makes her puefellow with others mone Duch. O Harries wifes triumph not in my woes God witnes with me I haue wept for thine Qu. Mar. Beare with me I am hungrie for reuenge And now I cloie me with beholding it Thy Edward he is dead that stabd my
Edward Thy other Edward dead to quitte my Edward Yong Yorke he is but boote because both they Match not the high perfection of my losse Thy Clarence he is dead that kild my Edward And the beholders of this tragicke plaie The adulterate Hastings Riuers Vaughan Gray Vntimelie smothred in their duskie graues Richard yet liues hels blacke intelligencer Onely reserued their factor to buie soules And send them thether but at hand at handes ensues his piteous and vnpittied end Earth gapes hell burnes fiendes roare saintes praie To haue him suddenly conueied away Cancell his bond of life deare God I pray That I may liue to say the dog is dead Qu. O thou didst prophecie the time would come That I should wish for thee to helpe me cursse That botteld spider that foule bunch-backt toade Qu. Mar. I cald thee then vaine floorish of my fortune I cald thee then poore shadow painted Queene The presentation of but what I was The flattering Index of a direfull pageant One heaued a high to be hurld downe belowe A mother onelie mockt with two sweete babes A dreame of which thou wert a breath a bubble A signe of dignitie a garish flagge To be the aime of euerie dangerous shot A Queene in ieast onelie to fill the sceane Where is thy husband now where be thy brothers Where are thy children wherein doest thou ioye Who â—ues to thee and cries God saue the Queene Where be the bending peeres that flattered thee Where be the thronging troope that followed thee decline all this and see what now thou art For happie wife a most distressed widow For ioyfull Mother one that wailes the name For Queene a verie caitiue crownd with care For one being sued to one that humblie sues For one commaunding all obeyed of none For one that scornd at me now scornd of me Thus hath the course of iustice whe'eld about And left thee but a verie praie to time Hauing no more but thought of what thou werâ— To torture thee the more being what thou art Thou didst vsurpe my place and doest thou not Vsurpe the iust proportion of my sorrow Now thy proud necke beares halfe my burthened yoke From which euen here I slippe my wearie necke And leaue the burthen of it all on thee Farewell Yorkes wife and Queene of sad mischance These English woes will make me smile in France Qu. O thou wel skild in curses staie a while And teach me how to curse mine enemies Qu. Mar. Forbeare to sleepe the nights and fast the daies Compare dead happinesse with liuing woe Thinke that thy babes were fairer then they were And he that slew them fouler then he is Bettring thy losse makes the bad causer worse Reuoluing this wil teach thee how to curse Qu. My words aâ—e dul O quicken them with thine Q. Mar. Thy woes wil make them sharp pierce like mine Du. Why should calamitie be ful of words Exit Mar. Qu. Windie aâ—turnies to your Client woes A erie succeeders of inteâ—â—ate ioies Poore breathing Orators of miseries Let them haue scope though what they do impart Helpe not at al yet do they ease the hart Duch. Iâ— so then be not toong-tide go with me And in the breath of bitter words le ts smother My damned sonne which thy two sweet sons smotherd I heare his drum be copious in exclaimes Enter K. Richard marching with Drummes And Trumpets King Who intercepts my expedition Duch. A she that might haue intercepted thee By strangling thee in her accursed wombe From al the slaughters wretch that thou hast done Qu. Hidst thou that forehead with a golden crowne Where should be grauen if that right were right The slaughter of the Prince that owed that Crowne And the dire death of my two sonnes and brothers Tel me thou villaine slaue where are my children Duch. Thou tode thou tode where is thy brother Clarence And little Ned Plantagenet his sonne Qu. Where is kind Hastings Riuers â—aughan Gray King A flouâ—ish trumpets strike alarum drummes Let not the heauens heare these tel-tale women Raile on the Lords annointed Strike I saie The trumpets Either be patient and intreat me faire Or with the clamorus report of war Thus will I drowne your exclamations Du. Art thou my son King I I thanke God my father and your selfe Du. Then patiently here my impatience King Madam I haue a touch of your condition Which cannot brooke the accent of reproofe Du. I will be mild and gentle in my speach King And briefe good mother for I am in hast Du. Art thou so hastie I haue staid for thee God knowes in anguish paine and agonie King And came I not at last to comfort you Du. No by the holie roode thou knowst it well Thou camst on earth to make the earth my hell A greuous burthen was thy berth to me Techie and waiward was thy infancie Thy schoele-daies frightful desperate wild and furious Thy prime of manhood daring bold and venturous Thy age confirmed proud fubtile bloudie trecherous What comfortable houre canst thou name That euer gracâ—t me in thy companie King Faith none but Humphrey houre that cald your grace To breake fast once forth of my companie If I be so disgracious in your sight Let me march on and not offend your grace Du. O heare me speake for I shal neuer see thee more King Come come you art too bitter Du. Either thou wilt die by Gods iust ordinance Eeare fâ—om this war thou tuâ—ne a conqueror Or I with griefe and extreame age shall perish And neuer looke vpon thy face againe Therefore take with thee my most heauy curse Which in the daie of battaile tire thee more Then all the compleat armor that thou wearst My praiers on the aduerse partie fight And there the little soules of Edwards children Whisper the spirits of thine enemies And promise them successe and victoriâ— Bloudie thou art bloudie wil be thy end Shame serues thy life and doth thy death attend Exit Qu. Though far more cause yet much lesse spirit to curse Abides in me I saie Amen to all King Staie Maddam I must speake a word with you Qu. I haue no moe sonnes of the royall bloud For thee to murther for my daughters Richard They shal be praying nunnes not weeping Queenes And therefore leuell not to hit their liues King You haue a daughter cald Elizabeth Vertuous and faire roiall and gracious Qu. And must she die for this O let her liue And I le corrupt her maners staine her beautie Slander my selfe as false to Edwards bed Throw ouer her the vale of infamie So she may liue vnskard from bleeding slaughter I will confesse she was not Edwards daughter King Wrong not her birth she is of roiall bloud Qu To saue her life I le faie she is not so Kâ—ng Her liâ—e is onlie safest in hir birth Qu. And onlie in that safetie died her brothers King Lo at their births good stars were opposite Qu. No to their liues bad friâ—nds were
contrarie King All vnauoided is the doome of destinie Qu. True when auoided grace makes destinie My babes were destinde to a fairer death If grace had blest thee with a fairer life King Madam so thriue I in my dangerous attempt of hostile armes As I intend more good to you and yours Then euer you or yours were by me wrongd Qu. What good is couerd with the face of heauen To be discouerd that can do me good Kiâ—g The aduancement of your children mightie Ladie Qu. Vp to some scaffold there to loose their heads King No to the dignitie and height of honor The high imperial tipe of this earths glorie Qu. Flatter my sorrowes with report of it Tell me what sâ—ate what dignitie what honor Canâ—t thou demise to anie child of mine King Euen all I haue yea and my selfe and all Will I withal endow a child of thine So in the Lethe of thy angrie soule Thou drown the sadd remembrance of those wrongs Which thou supposest I haue done to thee Qu. Be briefe least that the processe of thy kindnes Last longer telling then thy kindnes doe King Then know that from my soule I loue thy daughter Qu. My daughters mother thinkes it with her soule King What do you thinke Qu. That thou dost loue my daughter from thy soule So from thy soules loue didst thou loue her brothers And from my harts loue I do thanke thee for it King Be not so hastie to confound my meaning I meane that with my soule I loue thy daughter And meane to make her Queene of England Qu. Saie then who dost thou meane shal be her king King Euen he that makes her Queen who should be else Qu. What thou King I euen I what thinke you of it Maddame Qu. How canst thou wooe her King That would I learne of you As one that are best acquainted with her humor Qu. And wilt thou learn of me King Madam with al my hart Qu. Send to her by the man that slew her brothers A paire of bleeding harts thereon ingraue Edward and Yorke then happelie she wil weepe Therefore present to her as sometime Margaret Did to thy father a handkercher steept in Rutlands bloud And bid her drie her weeping eies therewith If this inducement force her not to loue Send her a storie of thy noble acts Tel her thou madst awaie her Vncle Clarence Her Vncle Riuers yea and for her sake Madst quicke conueiance with her good Aunt Anne King Come come you mocke me this is not the waie To Win your daughter Qu. There is no other waie Vnlesse thou couldst put on some other shape And not be Richard that haâ—h done all this King Infer faire Englands peace by this alliance Qu. Which she shall purchase with still lasting war King Saie that the king which may command intreats Qu. Thâ—t at her hands which the kings king forbids King Saie she shal be a high and mightie Queene Qu. To waile the title as her mother doth King Saie I wil loue her euerlastinglie Qu. But how long shall that title euer last King Sweetlie inforce vnto her faire lyues end Qu. But how long farely shall her swâ—et life last King So long as heauen and nature lâ—ngthens it Qu. So long as hell and Richard likes of it King Saie I her soueraign am her subiect loue Qu. But she your subiect loaths such soueraintie King Be eloquent in my behalfe to her Qu. An honest tale speeds best being plainlie told King Then in plaine termes tell her my louing tale Qu. Plaine and not honest is to harsh a stile King Madame your reasons are too shallow too quicâ—e Qu. O no my reasons are to deepe and dead Too deepe and dead poore infants in their graue King Harpe not one that string Madam that is past Qu. Harpe on it still shall I till hartstrings breake King Now by my George my Garter and my crown Qu. Prophand dishonerd and the third vsurped Kiâ—g I sweare by nothing Qu. By nothing for this is no oath The George prophand hath lost his holie honor The Garter blâ—misht pawnd his knightlie vertue The crown vsurpt disgracâ—t his kinglie dignitie If something thou wilt sweare to be beleeude Sweare then by something that thou hast not wrongd King Now by the world Qu. T is ful of thy foule wrongs King My Fathers death Qu. Thy life hath that dishonord King Then by my selfe Qu Thy selfe thy selfe misusest King Whie then by God Qu Gods wrong is most of all If thou hadst feard to breake an oath by him The vnitie the king my brother made Had not bene broken nor my brotâ—er slaine If thou hadst feard to breake an oath by him The emperiall mettall circling now thy brow Had grast the tender temples of my childe And both the princes had bene breathing heere Which now two tender plaie fellowes for dust Thy broken faith hath made a praie for wormes King By the time to come Qu. That thou hast wrongd in time orepast For I my selfe haue manie teares to wash Hereafter time for time by the past wrongd The children liue whose parents thou hast slaughterd Vngouernd youth to waile it in their age The parents liue whose children thou hast butcherd Olde withered plantes to waile it with their age Sweare not by time to come for that thou hast Misused eare vsed by time misused orepast King As I intend to prosper and repent So thriue I in my dangerous attempt Of hostile armes my selfe my selfe confound Daye yeeld me not thy light nor night thy rest Be opposite all planets of good lucke To my proceedings if with pure heartes loue Immaculate deuocion holie thoughtes I tender not thy beauteous princelie daughter In her consistes my happines and thine Without her followes to this land and me To thee her selfe and manie a Christian soule Sad desolation ruine and decaie It cannot be auoided but by this It will not be auoided but this Therefore good mother I must call you so Be the atturney of my loue to her Pleade what I will be not what I haue bene Not by desâ—rtes but what I will deserue Vrge the necessitie and statâ— of times And be not pieuish fond in greâ—t designes Qu. Shall I be temptâ—d of the diuell thus King I if the diuell tempt thee to doe good Qu. Shall I forget my selfe to be my selfe King I if your selfes remembrance wrong your selfe Qu. But thou didst kill my children King But in your daughters wombe I buried them Where in that nest of spicerie they shall breed Selfes of themselues to your recomfiture Qu. shall I go winne my daughter to thy will King And be a happie mother by the deede Qu. I goe write to me verie shortlie King Beare her my true loues kisse farewell Exit Relenting foole and shallow changing woman Enter Rat. Rat. My gracious Soueraigne on the westerne coast Rideth a puissant Nauie To the shore Throng manie doubtfull hollow harted friendes Vnarmd and vnresolud to beate them backe T is thought
this could corps on the earths cold face But if I thriue the gaine of my attempt The least of you shall share his part thereof Sound drummes and trumpets boldlie and cheerefullie God and â—aint George Richmond and victorie Enter King Richard Rat. c. King What said Northumberland as â—ouching Richmond Rat. That he was neuer trained vp in armes King He said the trueth and what said Surrey then Rat. He smiled and said the better for our purpose King He was in the right and so in deede it is Tell the clocke there The clocke striketh Giue me a calender who saw the Sunne to day Rat. Not I my Lord. King Then he disdaines to shine for by the booke He should haue braud the East an hower agoe A blacke day will it be to some bodie Rat. Rat. My Lord. King The Sunne will nor be seene to day The skie doeth frowne and lowre vpon our armie I would these dewie teares were from the ground Not shine to day whie what is that to me More then to Richmond for the selfe-same heauen That frownes on me lookes sadlie vpon him Enter Norffolke Norff. Arme arme my Lord the foe vaunts in the field King Come bustâ—e bustle caparison my horse Call vp Lord Standlie bid him bring his power I will leade forth my souldiers to the plaine And thus my battaile shall be ordered My foreward shall be drawen out all in length Consisting equallie of horse and foote Our Archers shall be placed in the midst Iohn Duke of Norffolke Thomas Earle of Surrey Shall haue the leading of this foote and horse They thus directed we will follow In the matne battle whose puissance on either side shall be well winged with our chiefest horse This and Saint George to bootes what thinkst thou Norffolke Nor. A good direction warlike soueraigne he sheweth him a paper This found I on my tent this morning Iocky of Norfolke be not so bould For Dâ—ckon thy master is bought and should King A thing deuised by the enemie Go gentlemen euery man vnto his charge Let not our babling dreames affright our soules Conscience is but a word that cowards vse Deuisd at first to keepe the strong in awe Our strong armes be our conscience swords our law March on ioine brauelie let vs to it pell mell If not to heauen then hand in hand to hell His Orâ—tion to his army What shal I saie more then I haue inferd Remember whom you are to cope withall A sort of vagabonds rascols and runawaies A scum of Brittains and base lacky pesants Whom their orecloied country vomits forth To desperate aduentures and assurd destruction You sleeping safe they bring to you vnrest You hauing lands and blest with beauteous wifes They would restraine the one distaine the other And who doth lead them but a paltrey fellow Long kept in Brittaine at our mothers cost A milkesopt one that neuer in his life Felt so much colde as ouer shooes in snow Le ts whip these stragglers ore the seas againe Lash hence these ouerweening rags of France These famisht beggers wearie of their liues Who but for dreaming on this fond exploit For want of means poore rats had hangd themselues If we be conquered let men conquer vs And not these bastard Brittains whom our fathers Haue in their own land beaten bobd and thumpt And in record left them the heires of shame Shall these enjoy our lands lie with our wiues Rauish our daughters harke I heare their drum Fight gentlemen of England fight bold yeomen Draw archers draw your arrowes to the head Spur your proud horses hard and ride in bloud Amaze the welkin with your broken staues What saies lord Stanley wil he bring his power Mâ—s. My lord he doth deny to come King Off with his sonne Georges head Nor. My lord the enemie is past the marsh After the battaile let George Stanley die King A thousand harts are great within my bosome Aduance our standards set vpon our foes Our ancient word of courage faire saint George Inspire vs with the spleene of fierie Dragons Vpon them victorie sits on our helmes Exeunt Alarum excursions Enter Catesby Cates. Rescew my lord of Norffolke rescew rescew The king enacts more wonders then a man Daring an opposite to euerie danger His horse is slaine and all on foot he fights Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death Rescew faire lord or else the daie is lost Enter Richard King A horse a horse my kingdome for a horse Cates. Withdraw my lord I le helpe you to a horse King Slaue I haue set my life vpon a cast And I will stand the hazard of the die I thinke there be sixe Richmonds in the field Fiue haue I slaine to daie in stead of him A horse a horse my kingdome for a horse Alarum Enter Richard and Richmond they fight Richard is slain then retrait being sounded Enter Richmond Darby bearing the crowne with other Lords c. Ri. God and your armes be praisd victorious freends The daie is ours the bloudie dog is dead Dar. Couragious Richmond wel hast thou acquit thee Loe here this long vsurped roialtie From the dead temples of this bloudie wretch Haue I pluckt off to grace thy browes withall Weare it enjoy it and make much of it Rich. Great God of heauen saie Amen to all But tell me is yong George Stanley liuing Dar. He is my lord and safe in Leicester towne Whether if it please you we may now withdraw vs. Rich. What men of name are slaine on either side Iohn Duke of Norffolke Water Lord Ferris sir Robert Brookenbury sir William Brandon Rich. Inter their bodies as become their births Proclaime a pardon to the soldiers fled That in submission will returne to vs And then as we haue tane the sacrament We will vnite the white rose and the red Smile heauen vpon this faire coniunction That long haue frownd vpon their enmitie What traitor heares me and saies not Amen England hath long been madde and scard her selfe The brother blindlie shed the brothers bloud The father rashlie slaughterd his own sonne The sonne compelâ— ben butcher to the sire All this deuided Yorke and Lancaster Deuided in their dire deuision O now let Richmond and Elizabeth The true succeeders of each royall house By Gods faire ordinance conioine together And let their heires God if thy will be so Enrich the time to come with smooth-faste peace With smiling plentie and faire prosperous daies Abate the edge of traitors gracious Lord That would reduce these bloudy daies againe And make poore England weepe in streames of bloud Let them not liue to tast this lands increase That would with treason wound this faire lands peace Now ciuill wounds are stopt peace liues againe That she may long liue heare God Saie Amen FINIS