vpon your kew my Lo William L Hastings had now pronounst your parts I meane your voice for crowning of the King Glo. Than my Lo Hastings no man might be bolder His Lordship knowes me well and loues me well Hast. I thanke your Grace Glo. My Lo of Elie Bish. My Lo Glo. When I was last in Holborne I saw good strawberries in your garden there I doe beseech you send for some of them Bish. I go my Lord. Glo. Cosen Buckingham a word with you Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our busines And findes the testy Gentleman so hoat As he will loose his head eare giue consent His Masters sonne as worshipful he termes it Shal loose the roialty of Englands throane Buc. Withdraw you hence my Lo I le follow you Ex Gl. Dar. We haue not yet set downe this day of triumph To morrow in mine opinion is too sodaine For I my selfe am not so well prouided Enter B. of Ely As els I would be were the day prolonged By. Where is my L. protector I haue sent for these strawberies Ha. His Grace lookes cheeâ—fully and smooth to day There 's some conceit or other likes him well When he doth bid good morrow with such a spirit I thinke there is neuer a man in christendome That can lesser hide his loue or hate then he For by his face straight shall you know his heart Dar. What of his heart perceiue you in his face By any likelihood he shewed to day Hast. Mary that with no man here he is offended For if he were he would haue shewen it in his lookes Dar. I pray God he be not I say Enter Glocester Glo. I pray you all what doe they deserue That doe conspire my death with diuelish plots Of damned witchcraft and that haue preuaild Vpon my body with their hellish charimes Hast. The tender loue I beare your grace my Lord Makes me most forward in this noble presence To doome the offenders whatsoeuer they be I say my Lo they haue deserued death Glo. Thâ—â— be your eies the witnesse of this ill See how I am bewitcht behold mine arme Is like a blasted sapling withered vp This is that Edwards wife that monstrous witch Consorted with that harlot strumpet Shore That by their witchcraft thus haue marked me Hast. If they haue done this thing my gratious Lo Glo. If thou protector of this damned strumpet Telst thou me of iffes thou art a traitor Off with his head Now by Saint Paule I will not diue to day I sweare Vntill I see the same some see it done The rest that loue me come and follow me Exeunt manet Cat. with Ha. Ha. Wo wo for England not a whit for me For I too fond might haue preuented this Stanley did dreame the boate did race his helme But I disdaind it and did scorne to flie Three times to day my footecloth horse did stumble And startled when he lookt vpon the tower As loath to beare me to the slaughterhouse Oh now I want the Priest that spake to me I now repent I tolde the Pursusant As t were triumphing at mine enemies How they at Pomfret bloudily were butcherd And I my selfe secure in grace and fauour Oh Margaret Margaret now thy heauy curse Is lighted on poore Hastings wretched head Cat. Dispatch my Lo the Duke would be at dinner Make a short shrift he longs to see your head Hast. O momentary state of worldly men Which we more hunt for then the grace of heauen Who buildes his hopes in aire of your faire lookes Liues like a drunken sayler on a mast Ready with euery nod to tumble downe Into the fatall bowels of the deepe Come leade me to the blocke beare him my head They smile at me that shortly shal be dead Exeunt Enter Duke of Glocester and Buckingham in armour Glo. Come Cosen canst thou quake and change thy colour Murther thy breath in middle of a word And then beginne againe and stop againe As if thou wert distraught and mad with terror Buc. Tut feare not me I can counterfait the deepe Tragedian Speake and looke backe and prie on euery side Intending deepe suspition gastly lookes Are at my seruice like inforced smiles And both are ready in their offices To grace my stratagems Enter Maior Glo. Here comes the Maior Buc. Let me alone to entertaine him Lo Maior Glo. Looke to the drawbridge there Buc. The reason we haue sent for you Glo. Catesby ouerlooke the wals Buck Harke I heare a drumme Glo. Looke backe defend thee here are enemies Buc. God and our innocence defend vs. Enter Catesby with Hast. head Glo. O O be quiet it is Catesby Cat. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor The daungerous and vnsuspected Hastings Glo. So deare I lou'd the man that I must weepe I tooke him for the plainest harmelesse man That breathed vpon this earth a christian Looke ye my Lo Maior Made him my booke wherein my soule recorded The history of all her secret thoughts So smoothe he daubd his vice with shew of vertue That his apparant open guilt omitted I meane his conuersation with Shores wife He laid from all attainder of suspect Buck. Well well he was the couertst sheltred traitor That euer liu'd would you haue imagined Or almost beleeue wert not by great preseruation We liue to tell it you The subtile traitor Had this day plotted in the councell house To murder me and my good Lord of Glocester Mator What had he so Glo. What thinke you we are Turkes or Infidels Or that we would against the forme of lawe Proceede thus rashly to the villaines death But that the extreame perill of the case The peace of England and our persons safety Inforst vs to this execution Ma. Now faire befall you he deserued his death And you my good Lords both haue well proceeded To warne false traitours from the like attempts I neuer lookt for better at his hands After he once fell in with Mistresse Shore Dut. Yet had not we determined he should die Vntill your Lordship came to see his death Which now the longing haste of these our friends Some what against our meaning haue preuented Because my Lord we would haue had you heard The traitor speake and timerously confesse The maner and the purpose of his treason That you might well haue signified the same Vnto the Citizens who happily may Misconster vs in him and wayle his death Ma. But my good Lord your graces word shall serue As well as I had seene or heard him speake And doubt you not right noble Princes both But I le acquaint your dutious citizens With all your iust proceedings in this cause Glo. And to that end we 〈◊〉 your Lordship here To auoyde the carping censures of the world Buc. But since you come too late of our intents Yet witnesse what we did intend and so my Lord adue Glo. After after coosin Buckingham Exit Maior The Maior towards Guildhall hies him in all post There at your
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
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
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
â—nd come to me And we will both together to the tower Where he shall see the boare will vse vs kindely Mess. My gratiouâ— Lo I le tell him what you say Enter Cates. Cat. Many good morrowes to my noble Lo Hast. Good morrow Catesby you are early stirring What newes what newes in this our tottering state Cat. It is a reeling world indeede my Lo And I beleeue it will neuer stand vpright Till Richard weare the garland of the Realme Hast. Howe we are the garland doest thou meane the crowne Cat I my good Lord. Hast. I le haue this crowne of mine cut from my shoulders Ere I will see the crowne so foule misplaste But canst thou guesse that he doth aâ—me at it Cat. Vpon my life my Lo and hopes to find you forward Vpon his party for the gaine thereof And thereupon he sends you this good newes That this same very day your enemies The kindred of the Queene must die at Pomfret Hast. Indeede I am no mourner for that newes Because they haue beene still mine enemies But that I le giue my voice on Richards side To barre my Masters he iâ—es in true discent God knowes I will not doe it to the death Cat. God keepe your Lordship in that gratioâ—s minde Hast. But I shall laugh at this a tweluemonth hence That they who brought me in my Masters hate I liue to looke vpon their tragedy I tell thee Catesby Cat. What my Lord Hast. Ere a fortnight make me elder I le send some packing that yet thinke not on it Cat. T is aâ—vile thing to die my gratious Lord When men are vnprepard and looke not for it Hast. O Monstrous monstrous and so fals it out With Riuers Vaugâ—an Gray and so t will doe With some men els who thinke themselues as safe As thou and I who as thou knowest are deare To Princely Richard and to Buckingham Cat. The Princes both make high account of you For they account his head vpon the bridge Hast. I know they doe and I haue well deserued it Enter Lord Stanley What my Lo where is your boare-speare man Feare you the boare and go so vnprouided Stan. My Lo good morrow good morrow Catesby You may iest on but by the holy â—oode I doe not like these seuerall councels I. Hast. My Lo I hould my life as deare as you doe yours And neuer in my life I doe protest Was it more pretious to me then it is now Thinke you but that I know our state secure I would be so triumphant as I am Stan. The Lords at Pomfret when they rode from London Were iocund and supposde their states was sure And they indeed had no cause to mistrust But yet you see how soone the day ouercast This sodaâ—ne scab of rancour I misdoubt Pray God I say I proue a needelesse coward But come my Lo shall we to the tower Hast. I go but stay heare you not the newes This day those men you talkt of are beheaded Sta. They for their truth might better weare their heads Then some that haue accusde them weare their hats But come my Lo let vs away Enter Hastin a Purssâ—anâ— Hast. Go you before I le follow presently Hast. Well met Hastings how goes the world with thee Pur. The better that it please your Lo to aske Hast. I tell thee fellow t is better with me now Then when I met thee last where now vve meete Then was I going prisoner to the tower By the suggestion of the Queenes allies But now I tell thee keepe it to thy selfe This day those enemies are put to death And I in better state then euer I was Pur. God hold it to your honors good content Hast. Gramercy Hastings hold spend thou that He giues him his purse Pur. God saue your Lordship Hast. What Sir Iohn you are wel met Enter a priest I am beholding to you for your last daies exercise Come the next sabaoth and I will content you He whispers in his care Enter Buckingham Buc. How now Lo Chamberlaine what talking with a priest Your friends at Pomfret they doe need the priest Your honour hath no shriuing worke in hand Hast. Good faith and when I met this holy man Those men you talke of came into my minde What go you to the tower my Lordâ— Buck. I doe but long I shall not stay I shall returne before your Lordship thence Hast. T is like enough for I stay dinner there Buck. And supper too although thou knowest it not Come shall we go along Exeunt Enter Sir Rickard Ratliffe with the Lo Riuers Gray and Vaughan prisoners Ratl. Come bring foorth the prisoners Ryu. Sir Richard Ratliffe let me tell thee this To day shalt thou behold a subiect die For truth for duty and for loyalty Gray God keepe the Prince from all the packe of you A knot you are of damned bloudsuckers Ryu. O Pomfret Pomfret Oh thou bloudy prison Fatall and ominous to noble peeres Within the guilty closure of thy walâ— Richaâ—d the second here was hackt to death And for more slaunder to thy dismall soule We gâ—ue thee vp our guiltlesse blouds to drinke Gray Now Margarets ourse is falne vpon our heads For standing by when Richard stabd her sonne Riu. Then curst she Hastings then curst she Buckingham Then curst she Richâ—rd Oh remember God To heare her praiers for them as now for vs And for my sister and her princely sonne Be satisfied deare God with ouâ— true blouds Which as thou knowest vniustly must be spilt Rat. Come come dispatch the limit of your lineâ— is out Ryu. Come Gray come Vaughan let vs all imbrace And take our leaue vntill we meete in heauen Exeunt Enter the Lords to Councell Hast. My Lords at once the cause why we are met Is to determine of the coronation In Gods name say when is this royall day Buc. Are all things fitting for that royall time Dar. It is and wants but nomination Ryu. To morrow then I guesse a happy time Buc. Who knowes the Lo protectors mind here in Who is most inwaâ—d with the noble Duke Bi. Why you my Lo me thinks you should soonest know his mind Buc. Who I my Lo we know each others faces But for our harts he knowes no more of mine Then I of yours nor I no more of his then you of mine Lo Hastings you and he are neere in loue Hast. I thanke his Grace I know he loues me well But for his purpose in the coronation I haue not 〈◊〉 him nor he deliuerd His Graces pleasure any way therein But you my noble Lo may name the time And in the Dukes behalfe I le giue my voice Which I presume he will take in Gentle part Bish. Now in good time here comes the Duke himselfe Ent. Glo. Glo. My noble L. and Cosens 〈◊〉 good morrow I haue beene long a sleeper but I hope My absence doth neglect no great designes Which by my presence might haue been coucluded Buc. Had not you come
thy behalfe King Henries issue Richmond comforts thee Enter the ghost of Henry the sixt Ghost to Ri. When I was mortall my annointed body By thee was punched full of deadlie holes Thinke on the tower and me dispaire and die Harrie the sixt bids thee dispaire and die To Rich. Vertuous and holie be thou conqueror Harrie that prophisied thou shouldst be king Doth comfort thee in thy sleepe liue and florish Enter the Goast of Clarence Ghost Let me set heauie in thy soule to morrow I that was washt to death with fulsome wine Poore Clarence by thy guile betraid to death To morrow in the battaile thinke on me And fall thy edgeles sword dispaire and die To Rich. Thou of spring of the house of Lancester The wronged heires of Yorke do pray for thee Good angels guard thy battaile liue and florish Enter the ghosts of Rivers Gray Vaughan King Let me sit heauie in thy soule to morrow Riuers that died at Pomfret dispaire and die Gray Thinke vpon Graie and let thy soule dispaire Vaugh. Thinke vpon Vaughan and with guiltie fearâ— Let fall thy launce dispaire and die All to Ri. Awake and thinke our wrongs in Richards bosome Wel conquer him awake and win the daie Enter the ghosts of the two yong Princes Ghost to Ri. Dreame on thy Coosens smothered in the tower Let vs be lead within thy bosome Richard And weigh thee down to ruine shame and death Thy Nephewes soules bid thee dispaire and die To Rich. Sleepe Richmond sleepe in peace and wake inioy Good angles guard thee from the bores annoy Liue and beget a happie race of kings Edwards vnhappie sonnes do bid thee florish Enter the ghost of Hastings Ghost Bloudie and guiltie guiltilie awake And in a bloudie battaile end thy daies Thinke on lord Hastings dispaire and die To Rich. Quiet vntroubled soule awake awake Arme fight and conquer for faire Engiands sake Enter the ghost of Lady Anne his wife Richard thy wife that wretched Anne thy wife That neuer slept a quiet houre with thee Now fils thy sleepe with preturbations To morrow in the battaile thinke on me And fall thy edgeles sword despaire and die To Rich. â—hou quiet soule sleepe thou a quiet sleepe Dreame of successe and happie victorie Thy aduersaries wife doth praie for thee Enter the Goast of Buckingham The first was I that helpt thee to the crown The last was I that felt thy tyrrannie O in the battaile thinke on Buckingham And die in terror of thy giltinesâ—e Dreame on dreame on of bloudie deeds and death Fainting despaire desparing yeeld thy breath To Rich. I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid But cheare thy heart and be thou not dismaid God and good angels fight on Richmons side And Richard fals in height of all his pride Richard starteth vp out of a dreaâ—â—e King Ri. Giue me another horse bind vp my wounds Haue mercie Iesu soft I did but dreame O Coward conscience how dost thou afflict me The lights burne blew it is now dead midnight Cold fearefull drops stand on my trembling flesh What do I feare my selfe there 's none else by Richard loues Richard that is I and I Is there a murtherer here no. Yes I am Then slie what from my selfe great reason whie Least I reuenge What my selfe vpon my selfe Alacke I loue my selfe wherefore for anie good Tâ—at I my selfe haue done vnto my selfe O no alas I rather hate my selfe For hatefull deedes committed by my selfe I am a villaine yet I lie I am not Foole of thy selfe speake well foole do not flatter My conscience hath a thousand seuerall tongues And euerie tongue brings in a seueral tale And euerie tale condemns me for a villaine Periurie periurie in the highest degree Murther sterne murther in the dyrest degree All seuerall sinnes all vsde in each degree Throng to the barre crying all guiltie guiltie I shall dispaire there is no creature loues me And if I die no soule will piâ—ie me And wherefore should they since that I my selfe Finde in my selfe no pitie to my selfe Me thought the soules of all that I had murtherd Came to my tent and euery one did threat To morrows vengeance on the head of Richard Enter Ratcliffe Rat. My Lord. King Zoundes who is there Rat. Ratcliffe my Lord t is I the earlie village cocke Hath twise done salutation to the morne Your friendes are vp and buckle on their armor King O Ratcliffe I haue dreamd a fearefull dreame What thinkst thou will our friendes proue all true Rat. No doubt my Lord. King O Ratcliffe I feare I feare Rat. Nay good my Lord be not afraid of shadowes King By the Apostle Paul shadowes to night Haue stroke more terror to the soule of Richard Then can the substance often thousand souldiers Armed in proofe and led by shallow Richmond T is not yet neere day come go with me Vnder our tents I le plaie the ease dropper To see if any meane to shrinke from me Exeunt Enter the Lordes to Richmond Lo. Good morrow Richmond Rich. Crie mercie Lordes and watchfull gentlemen That you haue tane a tardie sluggard here Lo. How haue you slept my Lord Rich. The sweetest sleepe and fairest boding dreames That euer entred in drowsie head Haue I since your depature hâ—d my Lordes Me thought their soules whose bodies Richard murâ—heâ—d Came to my tent and cried on victorie I promise you my soule is verie I ocâ—â—d In the remembrance of so faire a dreame How farre into the morning is it Lordes Lo. Vpon the stroke of foure Rich. Whie then t is time to arme and giue direction His oration to his souldiers More then I haue said louing countriemen The leasure and inforcement of the time Forbids to dwell vpon yet remember this God and our good cause fight vpon our side The praiers of holy Saints and wronged soules Like high reard bulwarkes stand before our faces Richard except those whome we fight against Had rather haue vs winne then him they follow For what is he they follow truelie gentlemen A bloudie tirant and a homicide One raisd in bloud and one in bloud established One that made meanes to come by what he hath And â—laughtered those that were the meanes to helpe him A base foule stone made precious by the foile Of Englands chaire where he is falsely set One that hath euer bene Gods enemie Then if you fight against Gods enemie God will in iustice ward you as his souldiers If you doe sweate to put a tyrant downe You sleepe in peace the tyrant being slaine If you doe fight against your countries foes Your countries fat shall paie your paines the hire If you doe fight in safegard of your wiues Your wiues shall welcome home the conquerors If you doe free your children from the sword Your childrens children quits it in your age Then in the name of God and all these rightes Aduaunce your standards drawe your willing swordes For me the raunsome of my bold attempt Shall be