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
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.