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 〈◊〉
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
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
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
art both La. I would I were to be reuenged on thee Glo. It is a quarrell most vnnaturall To be reuengd on him that loueth you La. It is a quarrell iust and reasonable To be reuengd on him that slew my husband Glo. He that berest thee Lady of thy husband Did it to helpe thee to a better husband La. His better doth not breath vpon the earth Glo. Go to he liues that loues you better then he could La. Name him Glo. Plantagenet La. Why that was hee Glo. The selfesame name but one of better nature La. Where is he Shee spitteth at him Glo. Heere Why doest thou spitte at me La. Would it were mortall poison for thy sake Glo. Neuer came poison from so sweete a place La. Neuer hung poison on a fouler toade Out of my sight thou doest infect my eies Glo. Thine eies sweete Lady haue infected mine La. Would they were basiliskes to strike thee dead Glo. I would they were that I might die at once For now they kill me with a liuing death Those eies of thine from mine haue drawen salt teares Shamd their aspect with store of childish drops I neuer sued to friend nor enemy My tongue could neuer learne sweete soothing words But now thy beauty is propâ—sde my fee My proud heart sues and prompts my tongue to speake Teach not thy lips such scorne for they were made For kissing Lady not for such contempt If thy reuengefull heart cannot forgiue Lo here I lend thee this sharpe pointed sword Which if thou please to hide in this true bosome And let the soule forth that adoreth thee I laâ—e it naked to the deadly stroke And humbly beg the death vpon my knee Nay doe not pawse t was I that kild your husband But t was thy beauty that prouoked me Nay now dispatch t was I that kild King Henry But t was thy heauenly face that set me on Here she le ts fall the sword Take vp the sword againe or take vp me La. Arise dissembler though I wish thy death I will not be the executioner Glo. Then bid me kill my selfe and I will doe it La. I haue already Glo. Tush that was in thy rage Speake it againe and euen with the word That hand which for thy loue did kill thy loue Shall for thy loue kill a farre truer loue To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary La. I would I knew thy heart Glo. T is figuâ—ed in my tongue La. I feare me both are false Glo. Then neuer was man true La. Well well put vp your sword Glo. Say then my peace is made La. That shall you know hereafter Glo. But shall I liue in hope La. All men I hope liue so Glo. Voutsafe to weare this ring La. To take is not to giue Glo. Looke how this ring incompasseth thy finger Euen so thy breast incloseth my poore heart Weare both of them for bâ—th of â—hem are thine And if thy poore deuoted suppliant may But beg one fauour at thy gratious hand Thou doest confirme his happines for euer La. What is it Glo. That it would please thee leaue these sad designes To him that hath more cause to be a mourner And presently repaire to Crosbie place Where after I haue solâ—mnly interred At Chertsie monastery this noble King And wet his graue with my repentant teares I will with all expedient dutie see you For diuers vnknowne reasons I beseech you Grant me this boone La. With all my heart and much it ioies me too To see you are become so penitent Tressill and Barkley go along with me Glo. Bid me farewell La. T is more then you deserue But since you teach me how to flatter you Imagine I haue said farewell already Exit Glo. Sirs take vp the corse Ser. Towards Chertsie noble Lord. Glo. No to white Friers there attend my comming Was euer woman in this humor woed Exeunt manet Gl. Was euer woman in this humor wonne I le haue her but I will not keepe her long What I that kild her husband and his father To take her in her hearts extreamest hate With curses in her mouth teares in her eies The bleedâ—ng witnesse of her hatred by Hauing God her conscience and these bars against mâ— And I nothing to backe my suite at all But the plaine Diuelâ— and dissembling lookes And yet to win her all the world to nothing Hah Hath she forgot already that braue Prince Edward her Lord whom I some three months since Stabd in my angâ—y moode at Tewxbery A sweeter and a louelier gentleman Framd in the prodigality of nature Young valiant wise and no doubt right royall The spacious world cannot againe affoord And will she yet debase her eyes on me That cropt the golden prime of this sweete Prince And made her widdow to a wofull bed On me whose all not equals Edwards moity On mâ— that halt and am vnshapen thus My Duke dome to a beggerly denier I doe mistake my person all this while Vpon my life she findes although I cannot My selfe to be a merueilous proper maâ— I le be at charges for a looking glasse And entertaine some score or two of taylers To study fashions to adorne my body Since I am crept in fauour with my selfe I will maintaine it with some little cost But first I le turne yoâ— fellow in his graue And then returne lamenting to my loue Shine out faire sunne till I haue bought a glasse That I may see my shadow as I passe Exit Enter Queene Lord Riuers Gray Ri Haue patience Madame there 's no doubt his Maiestie Will soone recouer his accustomed health Gray In that you brooke it ill it makes him worse Therefore for Gods sake entertaine good comfort And cheere his grace quick and mery words Qu. If he were dead what would betide of me Ry. No other harme but losse of such a Lord. Qu. The losse of such a Lord includes all harme Gr. The heauens haue blest you with a goodly sonne To be your comforter when he is gone Qu. Oh he is young and his minority Is put vnto the trust of Rich. Glocester A man that loues not me nor none of you Ri. Is it concluded he shall be protector Qu. It is determinde not concluded yet But so it must be if the King miscarry Enter Buck. Darby Gr. Here come the Lords of Buckingham and Darby Buck. Good time of day vnto your royall grace Dar. God make your Maiesty ioyfull as you haue been Qu. The Countesse Richmond good my Lo of Darby To your good praiers will scarcely say Amen Yet Darby notwithstanding shee s your wise And loues not me be you good Lo. assurde I hate not you for her proud arrogance Dar. I doe beseech you either not beleeue The enuious slâ—unders of her false accusers Or if she be accusde in true report Beare with her weakenes which I thinke proceedes From way ward sicknesse and no grounded malice Ry. Saw you the King to day my Lo of Darby Dar. But
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
himselfe and to lâ—ue without it 1 Zounds it is euen now at my â—lbowe perswading me Not to kill the Duke 2 Take the diuell in thy minde and beleeue him not He would insinuate with thee to make thee sigh 1 Tut I am strong in fraud he cannot preuaile with me I warrant thee 2 Spoke like a tall fellow that respects his reputation Come shall we to this geere 1 Take him ouer the costard with the hilts of thy sword And then we wil chop him in the malmsey But in the next roome 2 Oh excellent deuice make a sop of him 1 Harke he stirs shall I strike 2 No first le ts reason with him Cla. Where art thou keeper giue me a cup of wine 1 You shall haue wine enough my Lâ— aâ—on Cla. In Gods name what art thou 2 A man as you are Cla. Bâ—t not as I am royall 2 Nor you as we are loyall Cla. Thy voice is thunder but thy lookes are humble 2 My voice is now the Kings my lookes mine owne Cla. How darkly and how deadly doest thou speakâ— Tell me who are you wherefore come you hither Am. To to to Cla. To murther me Am. I. Cla. You scarcely haue the hearts to tell me sâ— And therefore cannot haue the hearts to doe it Wherein my friends haue I offended you 1 Offended vs you haue not but the King Cla. I shal be reconcild to him againe 2 Neuer my Lo therfore prepare to die Cla. Are you cald foorth from out a woâ—ld of men To slay the innocent what is my offence Where are the euidence that doe accuse me What lawfull quest haue giuen their verdict vp Vnto the frowâ—â—ng ludge or who pronounst The bitteâ— sentence of poore Clarence death Before I be conuict by course of law To threaten me with death is most vnlawfull I charge you as you hope to haue redemption By Christs deare bloud shed for our grieuous sinnes That you depart and lay no hands on me The deede you vndertake is damnable 1 What we will doe we doe vpon command 2 And he that hath commanded is the King Clar. Errâ—nious Vassaile the great King of Kings Hath in the tables of his law commanded That thou shalt doe no murder and wilt thou then Spurne at his edict and fulfill a mans Take heede for he holds vengeance in his hands To hurle vpon their heads that breake his law 2 And that same vengeance doth he throw on thee For false forswearing and for murder too Thou didst receiue the holy sacrament To fight in quarell of the house of Lancaster 1 And like a traitor to the name of God Didst breake that vowe and with thy trecherous blade Vnripst the bowels of thy soueraignâ—s sonne 2 Whom thou wert sworne to cherish and defend 1 How canst thou vrge Gods dreadfull Law to vs When thou hast broke it in so deare degree Cla. Alas for whose sake did I that ill deede For Edward for my brother for his sake Why sirs he sends ye not to murder me for this For in this sinne he is as deepe as I It God will be reuenged for this deede Take not the quaâ—â—ell from his powerfull arme He needes no indirect nor lawlesse course To cut off those that haue offended him 1 Who made thee then a bloudy minister When gallant springing braue Plantagenet That Princely Nouice was stroke dead by thee Cla. My brothers loue the diuell and my rage 1 Thy brothers loue the diuell and thy fault Haue brought vs hither now to murder thee Cla. Oh if you loue my brother hate not me I am his brother and I loue him well If you be hirde for meede go backe againe And I will send you to my brother Glocester Who will reward you better for my life Then Edward will for tydings of my death 2 You are deceiu'd your brother Glocester hates you Cla. Oh no he loues me and he holds me deare Go you to him from me Am. I so we will Cla. Tell him when that our princely father Yorke Blest his three sonnes with his victorious arme And chargd vs from his soule to loue each other He little thought of this deuided friendship Bid Glocester thinke of this and he will weepe Am. I milstones as he lessond vs to weepe Cla. O doe not slaunder him for he is kind 1 Right as snow in haruest thou deceiu'st thy selfe T is he haâ—h sent vs hither now to slaughter thee Cla. It cannot be for when I parted with him He hugd me in his armes and swore with sobâ— That he would labour my deliuery 2 Why so he doth now he deliuers thee From this woâ—lds thraldome to the ioies of heauen 1 Makes peace with God for you must die my Lo Cla. Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soule To counsell me to make my peace with God And art thou yet to thy owne soule so blinde That thou wilt war with God by murdring me Ah sirs consider he that set you on To doe this deede will hate you for this deede 2 What shall we doe Cla. Relent and saue your soules 1 Relent t is cowardly and womanish Cla. Not to relent is beastly sauage diuelish My friend I spie some pitty in thy lookes Oh if thy eye be not a flatterer Come thou on my side and intreat for me A begging Prince what begger pitties not 1 I thus and thus if this wil not serue He stabs him I le chop thee in the malmesey But in the next roome 2 A bloudy deede and desperately performd How faine like Pilate would I wash my hand Of this most grieuous guilty murder done 1 Why doest thou not helpe me By heauens the Duke shall know how â—lacke thou art 2 I would he knew that I had saued his brother Take thou the fee and tell him what I say For I repent me that the Duke is slaine Exit 1 So doe not I go coward as thou art Now must I hide his body in some hole Vntill the Duke take order for his buâ—iall And when I haue my meede I must away For this will out and here I must not stay Exeunt Enter King Queene Hastings Ryuers Dorcet c. Kin. So now I haue done a good daies worke You peeres continue this vnited league I euery day expect an Embasâ—age From my redeemer to redeeme me hence And now in peace my soule shall part from heauen Since I haue set my friends at peace on earth Riuers and Hastings take each others hand Dâ—sseâ—ble not your hatred sweare your loue Riu. By heauen my heart is purgd from grudging hate And with my hand I seale my true hearts loue Hast. So thriue I as I truely sweare the like Kin. Take heede you dally not before your King Least he that is the supreme King of Kings Confound your hidden falshood and award Either of you to be the others end Hast. So prosper I as I sweare perfect loue Riu. And I as I loue hastings with my heart Kin. Madame your selfe are not
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.
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
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