he is lawfull King Henry All will reuolt from me and turne to him Northumb. Plantagenet for all the Clayme thou lay'st Thinke not that Henry shall be so depos'd Warw. Depos'd he shall be in despight of all Northumb. Thou art deceiu'd 'T is not thy Southerne power Of Essex Norfolke Suffolke nor of Kent Which makes thee thus presumptuous and prowd Can set the Duke vp in despight of me Clifford King Henry be thy Title right or wrong Lord Clifford vowes to fight in thy defence May that ground gape and swallow me aliue Where I shall kneele to him that slew my Father Henry Oh Clifford how thy words reuiue my heart Plant. Henry of Lancaster resigne thy Crowne What mutter you or what conspire you Lords Warw. Doe right vnto this Princely Duke of Yorke Or I will fill the House with armed men And ouer the Chayre of State where now he sits Write vp his Title with vsurping blood He stampes with his foot and the Souldiers shew themselues Henry My Lord of Warwick heare but one word Let me for this my life time reigne as King Plant. Confirme the Crowne to me and to mine Heires And thou shalt reigne in quiet while thou liu'st Henry I am content Richard Plantagenet Enioy the Kingdome after my decease Clifford What wrong is this vnto the Prince your Sonne Warw. What good is this to England and himselfe Westm Base fearefull and despayring Henry Clifford How hast thou iniur'd both thy selfe and vs Westm I cannot stay to heare these Articles Northumb. Nor I. Clifford Come Cousin let vs tell the Queene these Newes Westm Farwell faint-hearted and degenerate King In whose cold blood no sparke of Honor bides Northumb. Be thou a prey vnto the House of Yorke And dye in Bands for this vnmanly deed Cliff In dreadfull Warre may'st thou be ouercome Or liue in peace abandon'd and despis'd Warw. Turne this way Henry and regard them not Exeter They seeke reuenge and therefore will not yeeld Henry Ah Exeter Warw. Why should you sigh my Lord Henry Not for my selfe Lord Warwick but my Sonne Whom I vnnaturally shall dis-inherite But be it as it may I here entayle The Crowne to thee and to thine Heires for euer Conditionally that heere thou take an Oath To cease this Ciuill Warre and whil'st I liue To honor me as thy King and Soueraigne And neyther by Treason nor Hostilitie To seeke to put me downe and reigne thy selfe Plant. This Oath I willingly take and will performe Warw. Long liue King Henry Plantagenet embrace him Henry And long liue thou and these thy forward Sonnes Plant. Now Yorke and Lancaster are reconcil'd Exet. Accurst be he that seekes to make them foes Senet Here they come downe Plant. Farewell my gracious Lord I le to my Castle Warw. And I le keepe London with my Souldiers Norf. And I to Norfolke with my followerâ— Mount And I vnto the Sea from whence I came Henry And I with griefe and sorrow to the Court. Enter the Queene Exeter Heere comes the Queene Whose Lookes be wray her anger I le steale away Henry Exeter so will I. Queene Nay goe not from me I will follow thee Henry Be patient gentle Queene and I will stay Queene Who can be patient in such extreames Ah wretched man would I had dy'de a Maid And neuer seene thee neuer borne thee Sonne Seeing thou hast prou'd so vnnaturall a Father Hath he deseru'd to loose his Birth-right thus Hadst thou but lou'd him halfe so well as I Or felt that paine which I did for him once Or nourisht him as I did with my blood Thou would'st haue left thy dearest heart-blood there Rather then haue made that sauage Duke thine Heire And dis-inherited thine onely Sonne Prince Father you cannot dis-inherite me If you be King why should not I succeede Henry Pardon me Margaret pardon me sweet Sonne The Earle of Warwick and the Duke enforc't me Quee. Enforc't thee Art thou King and wilt be forc't I shame to heare thee speake ah timorous Wretch Thou hast vndone thy selfe thy Sonne and me And giu'n vnto the House of Yorke such head As thou shalt reigne but by their sufferance To entayle him and his Heires vnto the Crowne What is it but to make thy Sepulcher And creepe into it farre before thy time Warwick is Chancelor and the Lord of Callice Sterne Falconbridge commands the Narrow Seas The Duke is made Protector of the Realme And yet shalt thou be safe Such safetie findes The trembling Lambe inuironned with Wolues Had I beene there which am a silly Woman The Souldiers should haue toss'd me on their Pikes Before I would haue granted to that Act. But thou preferr'st thy Life before thine Honor. And seeing thou do'st I here diuorce my selfe Both from thy Table Henry and thy Bed Vntill that Act of Parliament be repeal'd Whereby my Sonne is dis-inherited The Northerne Lords that haue forsworne thy Colours Will follow mine if once they see them spread And spread they shall be to thy foule disgrace And vtter ruine of the House of Yorke Thus doe I leaue thee Come Sonne let 's away Our Army is ready come wee 'le after them Henry Stay gentle Margaret and heare me speake Queene Thou hast spoke too much already get thee gone Henry Gentle Sonne Edward thou wilt stay me Queene I to be murther'd by his Enemies Prince When I returne with victorie to the field I le see your Grace till then I le follow her Queene Come Sonne away we may not linger thus Henry Poore Queene How loue to me and to her Sonne Hath made her breake out into termes of Rage Reueng'd may she be on that hatefull Duke Whose haughtie spirit winged with desire Will cost my Crowne and like an emptie Eagle Tyre on the flesh of me and of my Sonne The losse of those three Lords torments my heart I le write vnto them and entreat them faire Come Cousin you shall be the Messenger Exet. And I I hope shall reconcile them all Exit Flourish Enter Richard Edward and Mountague Richard Brother though I bee youngest giue mee leaue Edward No I can better play the Orator Mount But I haue reasons strong and forceable Enter the Duke of Yorke Yorke Why how now Sonnes and Brother at a strife What is your Quarrell how began it first Edward No Quarrell but a slight Contention Yorke About what Rich. About that which concernes your Grace and vs The Crowne of England Father which is yours Yorke Mine Boy not till King Henry be dead Richard Your Right depends not on his life or death Edward Now you are Heire therefore enioy it now By giuing the House of Lancaster leaue to breathe It will out-runne you Father in the end Yorke I tooke an Oath that hee should quietly reigne Edward But for a Kingdome any Oath may be broken I would breake a thousand Oathes to reigne one yeere Richard No God forbid your Grace should be forsworne Yorke I shall be if I clayme by open
this strong right hand of mine Can plucke the Diadem from faint Henries head And wring the awefull Scepter from his Fist Were he as famous and as bold in Warre As he is fam'd for Mildnesse Peace and Prayer Rich. I know it well Lord Warwick blame me not 'T is loue I beare thy glories make me speake But in this troublous time what 's to be done Shall we go throw away our Coates of Steele And wrap our bodies in blacke mourning Gownes Numb'ring our Aue-Maries with our Beads Or shall we on the Helmets of our Foes Tell our Deuotion with reuengefull Armes If for the last say I and to it Lords War Why therefore Warwick came to seek you out And therefore comes my Brother Mountague Attend me Lords the proud insulting Queene With Clifford and the haught Northumberland And of their Feather many moe proud Birds Haue wrought the easie-melting King like Wax He swore consent to your Succession His Oath enrolled in the Parliament And now to London all the crew are gone To frustrate both his Oath and what beside May make against the house of Lancaster Their power I thinke is thirty thousand strong Now if the helpe of Norfolke and my selfe With all the Friends that thou braue Earle of March Among'st the louing Welshmen can'st procure Will but amount to fiue and twenty thousand Why Via to London will we march And once againe bestride our foaming Steeds And once againe cry Charge vpon our Foes But neuer once againe turne backe and flye Rich. I now me thinks I heare great Warwick speak Ne're may he liue to see a Sun-shine day That cries Retire if Warwicke bid him stay Ed. Lord Warwicke on thy shoulder will I leane And when thou failst as God forbid the houre Must Edward fall which perill heauen forefend War No longer Earle of March but Duke of Yorke The next degree is Englands Royall Throne For King of England shalt thou be proclaim'd In euery Burrough as we passe along And he that throwes not vp his cap for ioy Shall for the Fault make forfeit of his head King Edward valiant Richard Mountague Stay we no longer dreaming of Renowne But sound the Trumpets and about our Taske Rich. Then Clifford were thy heart as hard as Steele As thou hast shewne it flintie by thy deeds I come to pierce it or to giue thee mine Ed. Then strike vp Drums God and S. George for vs. Enter a Messenger War How now what newes Mes The Duke of Norfolke sends you word by me The Queene is comming with a puissant Hoast And craues your company for speedy counsell War Why then it sorts braue Warriors let 's away Exeunt Omnes Flourish Enter the King the Queene Clifford Northumand Yong Prince with Drumme and Trumpettes Qu. Welcome my Lord to this braue town of Yorke Yonder 's the head of that Arch-enemy That sought to be incompast with your Crowne Doth not the obiect cheere your heart my Lord. K. I as the rockes cheare them that feare their wrack To see this sight it irkes my very soule With-hold reuenge deere God 't is not my fault Nor wittingly haue I infring'd my Vow Clif. My gracious Liege this too much lenity And harmfull pitty must be layd aside To whom do Lyons cast their gentle Lookes Not to the Beast that would vsurpe their Den. Whose hand is that the Forrest Beare doth licke Not his that spoyles her yong before her face Who scapes the lurking Serpents mortall sting Not he that sets his foot vpon her backe The smallest Worme will turne being troden on And Doues will pecke in safegard of their Brood Ambitious Yorke did leuell at thy Crowne Thou smiling while he knit his angry browes He but a Duke would haue his Sonne a King And raise his issue like a louing Sire Thou being a King blest with a goodly sonne Did'st yeeld consent to disinherit him Which argued thee a most vnlouing Father Vnreasonable Creatures feed their young And though mans face be fearefull to their eyes Yet in protection of their tender ones Who hath not seene them euen with those wings Which sometime they haue vs'd with fearfull flight Make warre with him that climb'd vnto their nest Offering their owne liues in their yongs defence For shame my Liege make them your President Were it not pitty that this goodly Boy Should loose his Birth-right by his Fathers fault And long heereafter say vnto his childe What my great Grandfather and Grandsire got My carelesse Father fondly gaue away Ah what a shame were this Looke on the Boy And let his manly face which promiseth Successefull Fortune steele thy melting heart To hold thine owne and leaue thine owne with him King Full well hath Clifford plaid the Orator Inferring arguments of mighty force But Clifford tell me did'st thou neuer heare That things ill got had euer bad successe And happy alwayes was it for that Sonne Whose Father for his hoording went to hell I le leaue my Sonne my Vertuous deeds behinde And would my Father had left me no more For all the rest is held at such a Rate As brings a thousand fold more care to keepe Then in possession any iot of pleasure Ah Cosin Yorke would thy best Friends did know How it doth greeue me that thy head is heere Qu. My Lord cheere vp your spirits our foes are nye And this soft courage makes your Followers faint You promist Knighthood to our forward sonne Vnsheath your sword and dub him presently Edward kneele downe King Edward Plantagenet arise a Knight And learne this Lesson Draw thy Sword in right Prin. My gracious Father by your Kingly leaue I le draw it as Apparant to the Crowne And in that quarrell vse it to the death Clif. Why that is spoken like a toward Prince Enter a Messenger Mess Royall Commanders be in readinesse For with a Band of thirty thousand men Comes Warwicke backing of the Duke of Yorke And in the Townes as they do march along Proclaimes him King and many flye to him Darraigne your battell for they are at hand Clif. I would your Highnesse would depart the field The Queene hath best successe when you are absent Qu. I good my Lord and leaue vs to our Fortune King Why that 's my fortune too therefore I le stay North. Be it with resolution then to fight Prin. My Royall Father cheere these Noble Lords And hearten those that fight in your defence Vnsheath your Sword good Father Cry S. George March Enter Edward Warwicke Richard Clarence Norfolke Mountague and Soldiers Edw. Now periur'd Henry wilt thou kneel for grace And set thy Diadem vpon my head Or bide the mortall Fortune of the field Qu. Go rate thy Minions proud insulting Boy Becomes it thee to be thus bold in termes Before thy Soueraigne and thy lawfull King Ed. I am his King and he should bow his knee I was adopted Heire by his consent Cla. Since when his Oath is broke for as I heare You that are
my tongue while heart is drown'd in cares Lewis What ere it be be thou still like thy selfe And sit thee by our side Seats her by him Yeeld not thy necke to Fortunes yoake But let thy dauntlesse minde still ride in triumph Ouer all mischance Be plaine Queene Margaret and tell thy griefe It shall be eas'd if France can yeeld reliefe Marg. Those gracious words Reuiue my drooping thoughts And giue my tongue-ty'd sorrowes leaue to speake Now therefore be it knowne to Noble Lewis That Henry sole possessor of my Loue Is of a King become a banisht man And forc'd to liue in Scotland a Forlorne While prowd ambitious Edward Duke of Yorke Vsurpes the Regall Title and the Seat Of Englands true anoynted lawfull King This is the cause that I poore Margaret With this my Sonne Prince Edward Henries Heire Am come to craue thy iust and lawfull ayde And if thou faile vs all our hope is done Scotland hath will to helpe but cannot helpe Our People and our Peeres are both mis-led Our Treasure seiz'd our Souldiors put to flight And as thou seest our selues in heauie plight Lewis Renowned Queene With patience calme the Storme While we bethinke a meanes to breake it off Marg. The more wee stay the stronger growes our Foe Lewis The more I stay the more I le succour thee Marg. O but impatience waiteth on true sorrow And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow Enter Warwicke Lewis What 's hee approacheth boldly to our presence Marg. Our Earle of Warwicke Edwards greatest Friend Lewis Welcome braue Warwicke what brings thee to France Hee descends Shee ariseth Marg. I now begins a second Storme to rise For this is hee that moues both Winde and Tyde Warw. From worthy Edward King of Albion My Lord and Soueraigne and thy vowed Friend I come in Kindnesse and vnfayned Loue First to doe greetings to thy Royall Person And then to craue a League of Amitie And lastly to confirme that Amitie With Nuptiall Knot if thou vouchsafe to graunt That vertuous Lady Bona thy faire Sister To Englands King in lawfull Marriage Marg. If that goe forward Henries hope is done Warw. And gracious Madame Speaking to Bona. In our Kings behalfe I am commanded with your leaue and fauor Humbly to kisse your Hand and with my Tongue To tell the passion of my Soueraignes Heart Where Fame late entring at his heedfull Eares Hath plac'd thy Beauties Image and thy Vertue Marg. King Lewis and Lady Bona heare me speake Before you answer Warwicke His demand Springs not from Edwards well-meant honest Loue But from Deceit bred by Necessitie For how can Tyrants safely gouerne home Vnlesse abroad they purchase great allyance To proue him Tyrant this reason may suffice That Henry liueth still but were hee dead Yet here Prince Edward stands King Henries Sonne Looke therefore Lewis that by this League and Mariage Thou draw not on thy Danger and Dis-honor For though Vsurpers sway the rule a while Yet Heau'ns are iust and Time suppresseth Wrongs Warw. Iniurious Margaret Edw. And why not Queene Warw. Because thy Father Henry did vsurpe And thou no more art Prince then shee is Queene Oxf. Then Warwicke disanulls great Iohn of Gaunt Which did subdue the greatest part of Spaine And after Iohn of Gaunt Henry the Fourth Whose Wisdome was a Mirror to the wisest And after that wise Prince Henry the Fift Who by his Prowesse conquered all France From thâ—se our Henry lineally descends Warw. Oxford how haps it in this smooth discourse You told not how Henry the Sixt hath lost All that which Henry the Fift had gotten Me thinkes these Peeres of France should smile at that But for the rest you tell a Pedigree Of threescore and two yeeres a silly time To make prescription for a Kingdomes worth Oxf. Why Warwicke canst thou speak against thy Liege Whom thou obeyd'st thirtie and six yeeres And not bewray thy Treason with a Blush Warw. Can Oxford that did euer fence the right Now buckler Falsehood with a Pedigree For shame leaue Henry and call Edward King Oxf. Call him my King by whose iniurious doome My elder Brother the Lord Aubrey Vere Was done to death and more then so my Father Euen in the downe-fall of his mellow'd yeeres When Nature brought him to the doore of Death No Warwicke no while Life vpholds this Arme This Arme vpholds the House of Lancaster Warw. And I the House of Yorke Lewis Queene Margaret Prince Edward and Oxford Vouchsafe at our request to stand aside While I vse further conference with Warwicke They stand aloofe Marg. Heauens graunt that Warwickes wordes bewitch him not Lew. Now Warwicke tell me euen vpon thy conscience Is Edward your true King for I were loth To linke with him that were not lawfull chosen Warw. Thereon I pawne my Credit and mine Honor Lewis But is hee gracious in the Peoples eye Warw. The more that Henry was vnfortunate Lewis Then further all dissembling set aside Tell me for truth the measure of his Loue Vnto our Sister Bona. War Such it seemes As may beseeme a Monarch like himselfe My selfe haue often heard him say and sweare That this his Loue was an externall Plant Whereof the Root was fixt in Vertues ground The Leaues and Fruit maintain'd with Beauties Sunne Exempt from Enuy but not from Disdaine Vnlesse the Lady Bona quit his paine Lewis Now Sister let vs heare your firme resolue Bona. Your graunt or your denyall shall be mine Yet I confesse that often ere this day Speaks to War When I haue heard your Kings desert recounted Mine eare hath tempted iudgement to desire Lewis Then Warwicke thus Our Sister shall be Edwards And now forthwith shall Articles be drawne Touching the Ioynture that your King must make Which with her Dowrie shall be counter-poys'd Draw neere Queene Margaret and be a witnesse That Bona shall be Wife to the English King Pr. Edw. To Edward but not to the English King Marg. Deceitfull Warwicke it was thy deuice By this alliance to make void my suit Before thy comming Lewis was Henries friend Lewis And still is friend to him and Margaret But if your Title to the Crowne be weake As may appeare by Edwards good successe Then 't is but reason that I be releas'd From giuing ayde which late I promised Yet shall you haue all kindnesse at my hand That your Estate requires and mine can yeeld Warw. Henry now liues in Scotland at his ease Where hauing nothing nothing can he lose And as for you your selfe our quondam Queene You haue a Father able to maintaine you And better 't were you troubled him then France Mar. Peace impudent and shamelesse Warwicke Proud setter vp and puller downe of Kings I will not hence till with my Talke and Teares Both full of Truth I make King Lewis behold Thy slye conueyance and thy Lords false loue Post blowing a horne Within For both of you are Birds of selfe-same Feather Lewes Warwicke this is some poste to
it be so the first intergatory That my Nerrissa shall be sworne on is Whether till the next night she had rather stay Or goe to bed now being two houres to day But were the day come I should wish it darke Till I were couching with the Doctors Clarke Well while I liue I le feare no other thing So sore as keeping safe Nerrissas ring Exeunt FINIS As you Like it Actus primus Scoena Prima Enter Orlando and Adam Orlando AS I remember Adam it was vpon this fashion bequeathed me by will but poore a thousand Crownes and as thou saift charged my brother on his blessing to breed mee well and there begins my sadnesse My brother Iaques he keepes at schoole and report speakes goldenly of his profit for my part he keepes me rustically at home or to speak more properly staies me heere at home vnkept for call you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth that differs not from the stalling of an Oxe his horses are bred better for besides that they are faire with their feeding they are taught their mannage and to that end Riders deerely hir'd but I his brother gaine nothing vnder him but growth for the which his Animals on his dunghils are as much bound to him as I besides this nothing that he so plentifully giues me the something that nature gaue mee his countenance seemes to take from me hee lets mee feede with his Hindes barres mee the place of a brother and as much as in him lies mines my gentility with my education This is it Adam that grieues me and the spirit of my Father which I thinke is within mee begins to mutinie against this seruitude I will no longer endure it though yet I know no wise remedy how to auoid it Enter Oliuer Adam Yonder comes my Master your brother Orlan Goe a-part Adam and thou shalt heare how he will shake me vp Oli. Now Sir what make you heere Orl. Nothing I am not taught to make any thing Oli. What mar you then sir Orl. Marry sir I am helping you to mar that which God made a poore vnworthy brother of yours with idlenesse Oliuer Marry sir be better employed and be naught a while Orlan Shall I keepe your hogs and eat huskes with them what prodigall portion haue I spent that I should come to such penury Oli. Know you where you are sir Orl. O sir very well heere in your Orchard Oli. Know you before whom sir Orl. I better then him I am before knowes mee I know you are my eldest brother and in the gentle condition of bloud you should so know me the courtesie of nations allowes you my better in that you are the first borne but the same tradition takes not away my bloud were there twenty brothers betwixt vs I haue as much of my father in mee as you albeit I confesse your comming before me is neerer to his reuerence Oli. What Boy Orl. Come come elder brother you are too yong in this Oli. Wilt thou lay hands on me villaine Orl. I am no villaine I am the yongest sonne of Sir Rowland de Boys he was my father and he is thrice a villaine that saies such a father begot villaines wert thou not my brother I would not take this hand from thy throat till this other had puld out thy tongue for saying so thou hast raild on thy selfe Adam Sweet Masters bee patient for your Fathers remembrance be at accord Oli. Let me goe I say Orl. I will not till I please you shall heare mee my father charg'd you in his will to giue me good education you haue train'd me like a pezant obscuring and hiding from me all gentleman-like qualities the spirit of my father growes strong in mee and I will no longer endure it therefore allow me such exercises as may become a gentleman or giue mee the poore allottery my father left me by testament with that I will goe buy my fortunes Oli. And what wilt thou do beg when that is spent Well sir get you in I will not long be troubled with you you shall haue some part of your will I pray you leaue me Orl. I will no further offend you then becomes mee for my good Oli. Get you with him you olde dogge Adam Is old dogge my reward most true I haue lost my teeth in your seruice God be with my olde master he would not haue spoke such a word Ex. Orl. Ad. Oli. Is it euen so begin you to grow vpon me I will physicke your ranckenesse and yet giue no thousand crownes neyther holla Dennis Enter Dennis Den. Calls your worship Oli. Was not Charles the Dukes Wrastler heere to speake with me Den. So please you he is heere at the doore and importunes accesse to you Oli. Call him in 't will be a good way and to morrow the wrastling is Enter Charles Cha. Good morrow to your worship Oli. Good Mounsier Charles what 's the new newes at the new Court Charles There 's no newes at the Court Sir but the olde newes that is the old Duke is banished by his yonger brother the new Duke and three or foure louing Lords haue put themselues into voluntary exile with him whose lands and reuenues enrich the new Duke therefore he giues them good leaue to wander Oli. Can you tell if Rosalind the Dukes daughter bee banished with her Father Cha. O no for the Dukes daughter her Cosen so loues her being euer from their Cradles bred together that hee would haue followed her exile or haue died to stay behind her she is at the Court and no lesse beloued of her Vncle then his owne daughter and neuer two Ladies loued as they doe Oli. Where will the old Duke liue Cha. They say hee is already in the Forrest of Arden and a many merry men with him and there they liue like the old Robin Hood of England they say many yong Gentlemen flocke to him euery day and fleet the time carelesly as they did in the golden world Oli. What you wrastle to morrow before the new Duke Cha. Marry doe I sir and I came to acquaint you with a matter I am giuen sir secretly to vnderstand that your yonger brother Orlando hath a disposition to come in disguis'd against mee to try a fall to morrow sir I wrastle for my credit and hee that escapes me without some broken limbe shall acquit him well your brother is but young and tender and for your loue I would bee loth to foyle him as I must for my owne honour if hee come in therefore out of my loue to you I came hither to acquaint you withall that either you might stay him from his intendment or brooke such disgrace well as he shall runne into in that it is a thing of his owne search and altogether against my will Oli. Charles I thanke thee for thy loue to me which thou shalt finde I will most kindly require I had my selfe notice of my Brothers purpose heerein and haue
as we are by this peeuish Towne Turne thou the mouth of thy Artillerie As we will ours against these sawcie walles And when that we haue dash'd them to the ground Why then defie each other and pell-mell Make worke vpon our selues for heauen or hell Fra. Let it be so say where will you assault Iohn We from the West will send destruction Into this Cities bosome Aust I from the North. Fran. Our Thunder from the South Shall raine their drift of bullets on this Towne Bast O prudent discipline From North to South Austria and France shoot in each others mouth I le stirre them to it Come away away Hub. Heare vs great kings vouchsafe awhile to stay And I shall shew you peace and faire-fac'd league Win you this Citie without stroke or wound Rescue those breathing liues to dye in beds That heere come sacrifices for the field Perseuer not but heare me mighty kings Iohn Speake on with favour we are bent to heare Hub. That daughter there of Spaine the Lady Blanch Is neere to England looke vpon the yeeres Of Lewes the Dolphin and that louely maid If lustie loue should go in quest of beautie Where should he finde it fairer theâ— in Blanch If zealous loue should go in search of vertue Where should he finde iâ— purer then in Blanch If loue ambitious sought a match of birth Whose veines bound richer blood then Lady Blanch Such as she is in beautie vertue birth Is the yong Dolphin euery way compleat If not compleat of say he is not shee And she againe wants nothing to name want If want it be not that she is not hee He is the halfe-part oâ— a blessed man Left to be finished by such as shee And she a faire diuided excellence Whose fulnesse of perfection lyes in him O two such siluer currents when they ioyne Do glorifie the bankes that bound them in And two such shores to two such streames made one Two such controlling bounds shall you be kings To these two Princes if you marrie them This Vnion shall do more then batterie can To our fast closed gates for at this match With swifter spleene then powder can enforce The mouth of passage shall we sling wide ope And giue you entrance but without this match The sea enraged is not halfe so deafe Lyons more confident Mountaines and rockes More free from motion no not death himselfe In mortall furie halfe so peremptorie As we to keepe this Citie Bast Heere 's a stay That shakes the rotten carkasse of old death Out of his ragges Here 's a large mouth indeede That spits forth death and mountaines rockes and seas Talkes as familiarly of roaring Lyons As maids of thirteene do of puppi-dogges What Cannoneere begot this Iustie blood He speakes plaine Cannon fire and smoake and bounce He giues the bastinado with his tongue Our eares are cudgel'd not a word of his But buffets better then a fist of France Zounds I was neuer so bethumpt with words Since I first cal'd my brothers father Dad. Old Qu. Son list to this coniunction make this match Giue with our Neece a dowrie large enough For by this knot thou shalt so surely tye Thy now vnsur'd assurance to the Crowne That you greene boy shall haue no Sunne to ripe The bloome that promiseth a mightie fruite I see a yeelding in the lookes of France Marke how they whisper vrge them while their soules Are capeable of this ambition Least zeale now melted by the windie breath Of soft petitions pittie and remorse Coole and congeale againe to what it was Hub. Why answer not the double Maiesties This friendly treatie of our threatned Towne Fra. Speake England first that hath bin forward first To speake vnto this Cittie what say you Iohn If that the Dolphin there thy Princely sonne Can in this booke of beautie râ—ad I loue Her Dowrie shall weigh equall with a Queene For Angiers and faire Toraine Maine Poyctiers And all that we vpon this side the Sea Except this Cittie now by vs besiedg'd Finde liable to our Crowne and Dignitie Shall gild her bridall bed and make her rich In titles honors and promotions As she in beautie education blood Holdes hand with any Princesse of the world Fra. What sai'st thou boy looke in the Ladies face Dol. I do my Lord and in her eie I find A wonder or a wondrous miracle The shadow of my selfe form'd in her eye Which being but the shadow of your sonne Becomes a sonne and makes your sonne a shadow I do protest I neuer lou'd my selfe Till now infixed I beheld my selfe Drawne in the flattering table of her eie Whispers with Blanch. Bast Drawne in the flattering table of her eie Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow And quarter'd in her heart hee doth espie Himselfe loues traytor this is pittie now That hang'd and drawne and quarter'd there should be In such a loue so vile a Lout as he Blan. My vnckles will in this respect is mine If he see ought in you that makes him like That any thing he see 's which moues his liking I can with ease translate it to my will Or if you will to speake more properly I will enforce it easlie to my loue Further I will not flatter you my Lord That all I see in you is worthie loue Then this that nothing do I see in you Though churlish thoughts themselues should bee your Iudge That I can finde should merit any hate Iohn What saie these yong-ones What say you my Neece Blan. That she is bound in honor still to do What you in wisedome still vouchsafe to say Iohn Speake then Prince Dolphin can you loue this Ladie Dol. Nay aske me if I can refraine from loue For I doe loue her most vnfainedly Iohn Then do I giue Volquessen Toraine Maine Poyctiers and Aniow these fiue Prouinces With her to thee and this addition more Full thirty thousand Markes of English coyne Phillip of France if thou be pleas'd withall Command thy sonne and daughtet to ioyne hands Fra. It likes vs well young Princes close your hands Aust And your lippes too for I am well assur'd That I did so when I was first assur'd Fra. Now Cittizens of Angires ope your gates Let in that amitie which you haue made For at Saint Maries Chappell presently The rights of marriage shall be solemniz'd Is not the Ladie Constance in this troope I know she is not for this match made vp Her presence would haue interrupted much Where is she and her sonne tell me who knowes Dol. She is sad and passionate at your highnes Tent. Fra. And by my faith this league that we haue made Will giue her sadnesse very little cure Brother of England how may we content This widdow Lady In her right we came Which we God knowes haue turnâ—d another way To our owne vantage Iohn We will heale vp all For wee 'l create yong Arthur Duke of Britaine And Earle of Richmond and this rich faire Towne We make him
fast betimes With eager feeding food doth choake the feeder Light vanity insatiate cormorant Consuming meanes soone preyes vpon it selfe This royall Throne of Kings this sceptred Isle This earth of Maiesty this seate of Mars This other Eden demy paradise This Fortresse built by Nature for her selfe Against infection and the hand of warre This happy breed of men this little world This precious stone set in the siluer sea Which serues it in the office of a wall Or as a Moate defensiue to a house Against the enuy of lesse happier Lands This blessed plot this earth this Realme this England This Nurse this teeming wombe of Royall Kings Fear'd by their breed and famous for their birth Renowned for their deeds as farre from home For Christian seruice and true Chiualrie As is the sepulcher in stubborne Iury Of the Worlds ransome blessed Maries Sonne This Land of such deere soules this deere-deere Land Deere for her reputation through the world Is now Leas'd out I dye pronouncing it Like to a Tenement or pelting Farme England bound in with the triumphant sea Whose rocky shore beates backe the enuious siedge Of watery Neptune is now bound in with shame With Inky blottes and rotten Parchment bonds That England that was wont to conquer others Hath made a shamefull conquest of it selfe Ah! would the scandall vanish with my life How happy then were my ensuing death Enter King Queene Aumerle Bushy Greene Bagot Ros and Willoughby Yor. The King is come deale mildly with his youth For young hot Colts being rag'd do rage the more Qu. How fares our noble Vncle Lancaster Ri. What comfort man How i st with aged Gaunt Ga. Oh how that name befits my composition Old Gaunt indeed and gaunt in being old Within me greefe hath kept a tedious fast And who abstaynes from meate that is not gaunt For sleeping England long time haue I watcht Watching breeds leannesse leannesse is all gaunt The pleasure that some Fathers feede vpon Is my strict fast I meane my Childrens lookes And therein fasting hast thou made me gaunt Gaunt am I for the graue gaunt as a graue Whose hollow wombe inherits naught but bones Ric. Can sicke men play so nicely with their names Gau. No misery makes sport to mocke it selfe Since thou dost seeke to kill my name in mec I mocke my name great King to flatter thee Ric. Should dying men flatter those that liue Gau. No no men liuing flatter those that dye Rich. Thou now a dying sayst thou flatter'st me Gau. Oh no thou dyest though I the sicker be Rich. I am in health I breath I see the â—ill Gau. Now he that made me knowes I see thee ill Ill in my selfe to see and in thee seeing ill Thy death-bed is no lesser then the Land Wherein thou lyest in reputation sicke And thou too care-lesse patient as thou art Commit'st thy ' anointed body to the cure Of those Physitians that first wounded thee A thousand flatterers sit within thy Crowne Whose compasse is no bigger then thy head And yet incaged in so small a Verge The waste is no whit lesser then thy Land Oh had thy Grandsire with a Prophets eye Seene how his sonnes sonne should destroy his sonnes From forth thy reach he would haue laid thy shame Deposing thee before thou wert possest Which art possest now to depose thy selfe Why Cosine were thou Regent of the world It were a shame to let his Land by lease But for thy world enioying but this Land Is it not more then shame to shame it so Landlord of England art thou and not King Thy state of Law is bondslaue to the law And Rich. And thou a lunaticke leane-witted foole Presuming on an Agues priuiledge Dar'st with thy frozen admonition Make pale our cheeke chafing the Royall blood With fury from his natiue residence Now by my Seates right Royall Maiestie Wer 't thou not Brother to great Edwards sonne This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head Should run thy head from thy vnreuerent shoulders Gau. Oh spare me not my brothers Edwards sonne For that I was his Father Edwards sonne That blood already like the Pellican Thou hast tapt out and drunkenly carows'd My brother Gloucester plaine well meaning soule Whom faire befall in heauen ' mongst happy soules May be a president and witnesse good That thou respect'st not spilling Edwards blood Toyne with the present sicknesse that I haue And thy vnkindnesse be like crooked age To crop at once a too-long wither'd flowre Liue in thy shame but dye not shame with thee These words heereafter thy tormentors bee Conuey me to my bed then to my graue Loue they to liue that loue and honor haue Exit Rich. And let them dye that age and sullens haue For both hast thou and both become the graue Yor. I do beseech your Maiestie impute his words To wayward sicklinesse and age in him He loues you on my life and holds you deere As Harry Duke of Herford were he heere Rich. Right you say true as Herfords loue so his As theirs so mine and all be as it is Enter Northumberland Nor. My Liege olde Gaunt commends him to your Maiestie Rich. What sayes he Nor. Nay nothing all is said His tongue is now a stringlesse instrument Words life and all old Lancaster hath spent Yor. Be Yorke the next that must be bankrupt so Though death be poore it ends a mortall wo. Rich. The ripest fruit first fals and so doth he His time is spent our pilgrimage must be So much for that Now for our Irish warres We must supplant those rough rug-headed Kernes Which liue like venom where no venom else But onely they haue priuiledge to liue And for these great affayres do aske some charge Towards our assistance we do seize to vs The plate coine reuennewes and moueables Whereof our Vncle Gaunt did stand possest Yor. How long shall I be patient Oh how long Shall tender dutie make me suffer wrong Not Glousters death nor Herfords banishment Nor Gauntes rebukes nor Englands priuate wrongs Nor the preuention of poore Bullingbrooke About his marriage nor my owne disgrace Haue euer made me sowre my patient cheeke Or bend one wrinâ—kle on my Soueraignes face I am the last of noble Edwards sonnes Of whom thy Father Prince of Wales was first In warre was neuer Lyon rag'd more fierce In peace was neuer gentle Lambe more milde Then was that yong and Princely Gentleman His face thou hast for euen so look'd he Accomplish'd with the number of thy howâ—rs But when he frown'd it was against the Freâ—ch And not against his friends hâ—s noble hand Did wâ—n what he did spend and speâ—t not that Which his triumphant fathers hand had won His hands were guilty of no kindreds blood But bloody with the enemies of his kinne Oh Richard York is too farre gone with greefe Or else he neuer would compare betweene Rich. Why Vncle What 's the matter Yor. Oh my Liege pardon me if you please if
for my Lady craues To know the cause of your abrupt departure Talb. Marry for that shee 's in a wrong beleefe I goe to certifie her Talbot's here Enter Porter with Keyes Count. If thou be he then art thou Prisoner Talb. Prisoner to whom Count. To me blood-thirstie Lord And for that cause I trayn'd thee to my House Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me For in my Gallery thy Picture hangs But now the substance shall endure the like And I will chayne these Legges and Armes of thine That hast by Tyrannie these many yeeres Wasted our Countrey slaine our Citizens And sent our Sonnes and Husbands captiuate Talb. Ha ha ha Count. Laughest thou Wretch Thy mirth shall turne to moane Talb. I laugh to see your Ladyship so fond To thinke that you haue ought but Talbots shadow Whereon to practise your seueritie Count. Why art not thou the man Talb. I am indeede Count. Then haue I substance too Talb. No no I am but shadow of my selfe You are deceiu'd my substance is not here For what you see is but the smallest part And least proportion of Humanitie I tell you Madame were the whole Frame here It is of such a spacious loftie pitch Your Roofe were not sufficient to contayn't Count. This is a Riddling Merchant for the nonce He will be here and yet he is not here How can these contrarieties agree Talb. That will I shew you presently Winds his Horne Drummes strike vp a Peale of Ordenance Enter Souldiors How say you Madame are you now perswaded That Talbot is but shadow of himselfe These are his substance sinewes armes and strength With which he yoaketh your rebellious Neckes Razeth your Cities and subuerts your Townes And in a moment makes them desolate Count. Victorious Talbot pardon my abuse I finde thou art no lesse then Fame hath bruited And more then may be gathered by thy shape Let my presumption not prouoke thy wrath For I am sorry that with reuerence I did not entertaine thee as thou art Talb. Be not dismay'd faire Lady nor misconster The minde of Talbot as you did mistake The outward composition of his body What you haue done hath not offended me Nor other satisfaction doe I craue But onely with your patience that we may Taste of your Wine and see what Cates you haue For Souldiers stomacks alwayes serue them well Count. With all my heart and thinke me honored To feast so great a Warrior in my House Exeunt Enter Richard Plantagenet Warwick Somerset Poole and others Yorke Great Lords and Gentlemen What meanes this silence Dare no man answer in a Case of Truth Suff. Within the Temple Hall we were too lowd The Garden here is more conuenient York Then say at once if I maintain'd the Truth Or else was wrangling Somerset in th' error Suff. Faith I haue beene a Traunt in the Law And neuer yet could frame my will to it And therefore frame the Law vnto my will Som. Iudge you my Lord of Warwicke then betweene vs. War Between two Hawks which flyes the higher pitch Between two Dogs which hath the deeper mouth Between two Blades which beares the better temper Between two Horses which doth beare him best Between two Girles which hath the merryest eye I haue perhaps some shallow spirit of Judgement But in these nice sharpe Quillets of the Law Good faith I am no wiser then a Daw. York Tut tut here is a mannerly forbearance The truth appeares so naked on my side That any purblind eye may find it out Som. And on my side it is so well apparrell'd So cleare so shining and so euident That it will glimmer through a blind-mans eye York Since you are tongue-ty'd and so loth to speake In dumbe significants proclayme your thoughts Let him that is a true-borne Gentleman And stands vpon the honor of his birth If he suppose that I haue pleaded truth From off this Bryer pluck a white Rose with me Som. Let him that is no Coward nor no Flatterer But dare maintaine the partie of the truth Pluck a red Rose from off this Thorne with me War I loue no Colours and without all colour Of base insinuating flatterie I pluck this white Rose with Plantagenet Suff. I pluck this red Rose with young Somerset And say withall I thinke he held the right Vernon Stay Lords and Gentlemen and pluck no more Till you conclude that he vpon whose side The fewest Roses are cropt from the Tree Shall yeeld the other in the right opinion Som. Good Master Vernon it is well obiected If I haue fewest I subscribe in silence York And I. Vernon Then for the truth and plainnesse of the Case I pluck this pale and Maiden Blossome here Giuing my Verdict on the white Rose side Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off Least bleeding you doe paint the white Rose red And fall on my side so against your will Vernon If I my Lord for my opinion bleed Opinion shall be Surgeon to my hurt And keepe me on the side where still I am Som. Well well come on who else Lawyer Vnlesse my Studie and my Bookes be false The argument you held was wrong in you In signe whereof I pluck a white Rose too Yorke Now Somerset where is your argument Som. Here in my Scabbard meditating that Shall dye your white Rose in a bloody red Yorke Meane time your cheeks do counterfeit our Roses For pale they looke with feare as witnessing The truth on our side Som. No Plantagenet 'T is not for scare but anger that thy cheekes Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our Roses And yet thy tongue will not confesse thy error Yorke Hath not thy Rose a Canker Somerset Som. Hath not thy Rose a Thorne Plantagenet Yorke I sharpe and piercing to maintaine his truth Whiles thy consuming Canker eates his falsehood Som. Well I le find friends to weare my bleeding Roses That shall maintaine what I haue said is true Where false Plantagenet dare not be seene Yorke Now by this Maiden Blossome in my hand I scorne thee and thy fashion peeuish Boy Suff. Turne not thy scornes this way Plantagenet York Prowd Poole I will and scorne both him and thee Suff. I le turne my part thereof into thy throat Som. Away away good William de la Poole We grace the Yeoman by conuersing with him Warw. Now by Gods will thou wrong'st him Somerset His Grandfather was Lyonel Duke of Clarence Third Sonne to the third Edward King of England Spring Crestlesse Yeomen from so deepe a Root Yorke He beares him on the place's Priuiledge Or durst not for his crauen heart say thus Som. By him that made me I le maintaine my words On any Plot of Ground in Christendome Was not thy Father Richard Earle of Cambridge For Treason executed in our late Kings dayes And by his Treason stand'st not thou attainted Corrupted and exempt from ancient Gentry His Trespas yet liues guiltie in thy blood And till thou be
more Hen. My Queene and Son are gone to France for aid And as I heare the great Commanding Warwicke I thither gone to craue the French Kings Sister To wife for Edward If this newes be true Poore Queene and Sonne your labour is but lost For Warwicke is a subtle Orator And Lewis a Prince soone wonne with mouing words By this account then Margaret may winne him For she 's a woman to be pittied much Her sighes will make a batt'ry in his brest Her teares will pierce into a Marble heart The Tyger will be milde whiles she doth mourne And Nero will be tainted with remorse To heare and see her plaints her Brinish Teares I but shee 's come to begge Warwicke to giue Shee on his left side crauing ayde for Henrie He on his right asking a wife for Edward Shee Weepes and sayes her Henry is depos'd He Smiles and sayes his Edward is instaul'd That she poore Wretch for greefe can speake no more Whiles Warwicke tels his Title smooths the Wrong Inferreth arguments of mighty strength And in conclusion winnes the King from her With promise of his Sister and what else To strengthen and support King Edwards place O Margaret thus 't will be and thou poore soule Art then forsaken as thou went'st forlorne Hum. Say what art thou talk'st of Kings Queens King More then I seeme and lesse then I was born to A man at least for lesse I should not be And men may talke of Kings and why not I Hum. I but thou talk'st as if thou wer 't a King King Why so I am in Minde and that 's enough Hum. But if thou be a King where is thy Crowne King My Crowne is in my heart not on my head Not deck'd with Diamonds and Indian stones Nor to be seene my Crowne is call'd Content A Crowne it is that sildome Kings enioy Hum. Well if you be a King crown'd with Content Your Crowne Content and you must be contented To go along with vs. For as we thinke You are the king King Edward hath depos'd And we his subiects sworne in all Allegeance Will apprehend you as his Enemie King But did you neuer sweare and breake an Oath Hum. No neuer such an Oath nor will not now King Where did you dwell when I was K. of England Hum. Heere in this Country where we now remaine King I was annointed King at nine monthes old My Father and my Grandfather were Kings And you were sworne true Subiects vnto me And tell me then haue you not broke your Oathes Sin No for we were Subiects but while you wer king King Why Am I dead Do I not breath a Man Ah simple men you know not what you sweare Looke as I blow this Feather from my Face And as the Ayre blowes it to me againe Obeying with my winde when I do blow And yeelding to another when it blowes Commanded alwayes by the greater gust Such is the lightnesse of you common men But do not breake your Oathes for of that sinne My milde intreatie shall not make you guiltie Go where you will the king shall be commanded And be you kings command and I le obey Sinklo We are true Subiects to the king King Edward King So would you be againe to Henrie If he were seated as king Edward is Sinklo We charge you in Gods name the Kings To go with vs vnto the Officers King In Gods name lead your Kings name be obeyd And what God will that let your King performe And what he will I humbly yeeld vnto Exeunt Enter K. Edward Gloster Clarence Lady Gray King Brother of Gloster at S. Albons field This Ladyes Husband Sir Richard Grey was slaine His Land then seiz'd on by the Conqueror Her suit is now to repossesse those Lands Which wee in Iustice cannot well deny Because in Quarrell of the House of Yorke The worthy Gentleman did lose his Life Rich. Your Highnesse shall doe well to graunt her suit It were dishonor to deny it her King It were no lesse but yet I le make a pawse Rich. Yea is it so I see the Lady hath a thing to graunt Before the King will graunt her humble suit Clarence Hee knowes the Game how true hee keepes the winde Rich. Silence King Widow we will consider of your suit And come some other time to know our minde Wid. Right gracious Lord I cannot brooke delay May it please your Highnesse to resolue me now And what your pleasure is shall satisfie me Rich. I Widow then I le warrant you all your Lands And if what pleases him shall pleasure you Fight closer or good faith you 'le catch a Blow Clarence I feare her not vnlesse she chance to fall Rich. God forbid that for hee 'le take vantages King How many Children hast thou Widow tell me Clarence I thinke he meanes to begge a Child of her Rich. Nay then whip me hee 'le rather giue her two Wid. Three my most gracious Lord. Rich. You shall haue foure if you 'le be rul'd by him King 'T were pittie they should lose their Fathers Lands Wid. Be pittifull dread Lord and graunt it then King Lords giue vs leaue I le trye this Widowes wit Rich. I good leaue haue you for you will haue leaue Till Youth take leaue and leaue you to the Crutch King Now tell me Madame doe you loue your Children Wid. I full as dearely as I loue my selfe King And would you not doe much to doe them good Wid. To doe them good I would sustayne some harme King Then get your Husbands Lands to doe them good Wid. Therefore I came vnto your Maiestie King I le tell you how these Lands are to be got Wid. So shall you bind me to your Highnesse seruice King What seruice wilt thou doe me if I giue them Wid. What you command that rests in me to doe King But you will take exceptions to my Boone Wid. No gracious Lord except I cannot doe it King I but thou canst doe what I meane to aske Wid. Why then I will doe what your Grace commands Rich. Hee plyes her hard and much Raine weares the Marble Clar. As red as fire nay then her Wax must melt Wid. Why stoppes my Lord shall I not heare my Taske King An easie Taske 't is but to loue a King Wid. That 's soone perform'd because I am a Subiect King Why then thy Husbands Lands I freely giue thee Wid. I take my leaue with many thousand thankes Rich. The Match is made shee seales it with a Cursie King But stay thee 't is the fruits of loue I meane Wid. The fruits of Loue I meane my louing Liege King I but I feare me in another sence What Loue think'st thou I sue so much to get Wid. My loue till death my humble thanks my prayers That loue which Vertue begges and Vertue graunts King No by my troth I did not meane such loue Wid. Why then you meane not as I thought you did King But now you partly may
perceiue my minde Wid. My minde will neuer graunt what I perceiue Your Highnesse aymes at if I ayme aright King To tell thee plaine I ayme to lye with thee Wid. To tell you plaine I had rather lye in Prison King Why then thou shalt not haue thy Husbands Lands Wid. Why then mine Honestie shall be my Dower For by that losse I will not purchase them King Therein thou wrong'st thy Children mightily Wid. Herein your Highnesse wrongs both them me But mightie Lord this merry inclination Accords not with the sadnesse of my suit Please you dismisse me eyther with I or no. King I if thou wilt say I to my request No if thou do'st say No to my demand Wid. Then No my Lord my suit is at an end Rich. The Widow likes him not shee knits her Browes Clarence Hee is the bluntest Wooer in Christendome King Her Looks doth argue her replete with Modesty Her Words doth shew her Wit incomparable All her perfections challenge Soueraigntie One way or other shee is for a King And shee shall be my Loue or else my Queene Say that King Edward take thee for his Queene Wid. 'T is better said then done my gracious Lord I am a subiect fit to ieast withall But farre vnfit to be a Soueraigne King Sweet Widow by my State I sweare to thee I speake no more then what my Soule intends And that is to enioy thee for my Loue. Wid. And that is more then I will yeeld vnto I know I am too meane to be your Queene And yet too good to be your Concubine King You cauill Widow I did meane my Queene Wid. 'T will grieue your Grace my Sonnes should call you Father King No more then when my Daughters Call thee Mother Thou art a Widow and thou hast some Children And by Gods Mother I being but a Batchelor Haue other-some Why 't is a happy thing To be the Father vnto many Sonnes Answer no more for thou shalt be my Queene Rich. The Ghostly Father now hath done his Shrift Clarence When hee was made a Shriuer 't was for shift King Brothers you muse what Chat wee two haue had Rich. The Widow likes it not for shee lookes very sad King You 'ld thinke it strange if I should marrie her Clarence To who my Lord King Why Clarence to my selfe Rich. That would be tenne dayes wonder at the least Clarence That 's a day longer then a Wonder lasts Rich. By so much is the Wonder in extremes King Well ieast on Brothers I can tell you both Her suit is graunted for her Husbands Lands Enter a Noble man Nob. My gracious Lord Henry your Foe is taken And brought your Prisoner to your Pallace Gate King See that he be conuey'd vnto the Tower And goe wee Brothers to the man that tooke him To question of his apprehension Widow goe you along Lords vse her honourable Exeunt Manet Richard Rich. I Edward will vse Women honourably Would he were wasted Marrow Bones and all That from his Loynes no hopefull Branch may spring To crosse me from the Golden time I looke for And yet betweene my Soules desire and me The lustfull Edwards Title buryed Is Clarence Henry and his Sonne young Edward And all the vnlook'd-for Issue of their Bodies To take their Roomes ere I can place my selfe A cold premeditation for my purpose Why then I doe but dreame on Soueraigntie Like one that stands vpon a Promontorie And spyes a farre-off shore where hee would tread Wishing his foot were equall with his eye And chides the Sea that sunders him from thence Saying hee 'le lade it dry to haue his way So doe I wish the Crowne being so farre off And so I chide the meanes that keepes me from it And so I say I le cut the Causes off Flattering me with impossibilities My Eyes too quicke my Heart o're-weenes too much Vnlesse my Hand and Strength could equall them Well say there is no Kingdome then for Richard What other Pleasure can the World affoord I le make my Heauen in a Ladies Lappe And decke my Body in gay Ornaments And ' witch sweet Ladies with my Words and Lookes Oh miserable Thought and more vnlikely Then to accomplish twentie Golden Crownes Why Loue forswore me in my Mothers Wombe And for I should not deale in her soft Lawes Shee did corrupt frayle Nature with some Bribe To shrinke mine Arme vp like a wither'd Shrub To make an enuious Mountaine on my Back Where sits Deformitie to mocke my Body To shape my Legges of an vnequall size To dis-proportion me in euery part Like to a Chaos or an vn-lick'd Beare-whelpe That carryes no impression like the Damme And am I then a man to be belou'd Oh monstrous fault to harbour such a thought Then since this Earth affoords no Ioy to me But to command to check to o're-beare such As are of better Person then my selfe I le make my Heauen to dreame vpon the Crowne And whiles I liue t' account this World but Hell Vntill my mis-shap'd Trunke that beares this Head Be round impaled with a glorious Crowne And yet I know not how to get the Crowne For many Liues stand betweene me and home And I like one lost in a Thornie Wood That rents the Thornes and is rent with the Thornes Seeking a way and straying from the way Not knowing how to finde the open Ayre But toyling desperately to finde it out Torment my selfe to catch the English Crowne And from that torment I will free my selfe Or hew my way out with a bloody Axe Why I can smile and murther whiles I smile And cry Content to that which grieues my Heart And wet my Cheekes with artificiall Teares And frame my Face to all occasions I le drowne more Saylers then the Mermaid shall I le slay more gazers then the Basiliske I le play the Orator as well as Nestor Deceiue more slyly then Vlisses could And like a Synon take another Troy I can adde Colours to the Camelion Change shapes with Proteus for aduantages And set the murtherous Macheuill to Schoole Can I doe this and cannot get a Crowne Tut were it farther off I le plucke it downe Exit Flourish Enter Lewis the French King his Sister Bona his Admirall call'd Bourbon Prince Edward Queene Margaret and the Earle of Oxford Lewis sits and riseth vp againe Lewis Faire Queene of England worthy Margaret Sit downe with vs it ill befits thy State And Birth that thou should'st stand while Lewis doth sit Marg. No mightie King of France now Margaret Must strike her sayle and learne a while to serue Where Kings command I was I must confesse Great Albions Queene in former Golden dayes But now mischance hath trod my Title downe And with dis-honor layd me on the ground Where I must take like Seat vnto my fortune And to my humble Seat conforme my selfe Lewis Why say faire Queene whence springs this deepe despaire Marg. From such a cause as fills mine eyes with teares And stops
lye and take his naturall Rest Till Warwicke or himselfe be quite supprest 2. Watch. To morrow then belike shall be the day If Warwicke be so neere as men report 3. Watch. But say I pray what Noble man is that That with the King here resteth in his Tent 1. Watch. 'T is the Lord Hastings the Kings chiefest friend 3. Watch. O is it so but why commands the King That his chiefe followers lodge in Townes about him While he himselfe keepes in the cold field 2. Watch. 'T is the more honour because more dangerous 3. Watch. I but giue me worship and quietnesse I like it better then a dangerous honor If Warwicke knew in what estate he stands 'T is to be doubted he would waken him 1. Watch. Vnlesse our Halberds did shut vp his passage 2. Watch. I wherefore else guard we his Royall Tent But to defend his Person from Night-foes Enter Warwicke Clarence Oxford Somerset and French Souldiors silent all Warw. This is his Tent and see where stand his Guard Courage my Masters Honor now or neuer But follow me and Edward shall be ours 1. Watch. Who goes there 2. Watch. Stay or thou dyest Warwicke and the rest cry all Warwicke Warwicke and set vpon the Guard who flye crying Arme Arme Warwicke and the rest following them The Drumme playing and Trumpet sounding Enter Warwicke Somerset and the rest bringing the King out in his Gowne sitting in a Chaire Richard and Hastings flyes ouer the Stage Som. What are they that flye there Warw. Richard and Hastings let them goe heere is the Duke K. Edw. The Duke Why Warwicke when wee parted Thou call'dst me King Warw. I but the case is alter'd When you disgrac'd me in my Embassade Then I degraded you from being King And come now to create you Duke of Yorke Alas how should you gouerne any Kingdome That know not how to vse Embassadors Nor how to be contented with one Wife Nor how to vse your Brothers Brotherly Nor how to studie for the Peoples Welfare Nor how to shrowd your selfe from Enemies K. Edw. Yea Brother of Clarence Art thou here too Nay then I see that Edward needs must downe Yet Warwicke in despight of all mischance Of thee thy selfe and all thy Complices Edward will alwayes beare himselfe as King Though Fortunes mallice ouerthrow my State My minde exceedes the compasse of her Wheele Warw. Then for his minde be Edward Englands King Takes off his Crowne But Henry now shall weare the English Crowne And be true King indeede thou but the shadow My Lord of Somerset at my request See that forthwith Duke Edward be conuey'd Vnto my Brother Arch-Bishop of Yorke When I haue fought with Pembrooke and his fellowes I le follow you and tell what answer Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him Now for a-while farewell good Duke of Yorke They leade him out forcibly K. Ed. What Fates impose that men must needs abide It boots not to resist both winde and tide Exeunt Oxf. What now remaines my Lords for vs to do But march to London with our Soldiers War I that 's the first thing that we haue to do To free King Henry from imprisonment And see him seated in the Regall Throne exit Enter Riuers and Lady Gray Riu. Madam what makes you in this sodain change Gray Why Brother Riuers are you yet to learne What late misfortune is befalne King Edward Riu. What losse of some pitcht battell Against Warwicke Gray No but the losse of his owne Royall person Riu. Then is my Soueraigne slaine Gray I almost slaine for he is taken prisoner Either betrayd by falshood of his Guard Or by his Foe surpriz'd at vnawares And as I further haue to vnderstand Is new committed to the Bishop of Yorke Fell Warwickes Brother and by that our Foe Riu. These Newes I must confesse are full of greefe Yet gracious Madam beare it as you may Warwicke may loose that now hath wonne the day Gray Till then faire hope must hinder liues decay And I the rather waine me from dispaire For loue of Edwards Off-spring in my wombe This is it that makes me bridle passion And beare with Mildnesse my misfortunes crosse I I for this I draw in many a teare And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighes Least with my sighes or teares I blast or drowne King Edwards Fruite true heyre to th' English Crowne Riu. But Madam Where is Warwicke then become Gray I am inform'd that he comes towards London To set the Crowne once more on Henries head Guesse thou the rest King Edwards Friends must downe But to preuent the Tyrants violence For trust not him that hath once broken Faith Ile hence forthwith vnto the Sanctuary To saue at least the heire of Edwards right There shall I rest secure from force and fraud Come therefore let vs flye while we may flye If Warwicke take vs we are sure to dye exeunt Enter Richard Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley Rich. Now my Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley Leaue off to wonder why I drew you hither Into this cheefest Thicket of the Parke Thus stand the case you know our King my Brother Is prisoner to the Bishop here at whose hands He hath good vsage and great liberty And often but attended with weake guard Come hunting this way to disport himselfe I haue aduertis'd him by secret meanes That if about this houre he make this way Vnder the colour of his vsuall game He shall heere finde his Friends with Horse and Men To set him free from his Captiuitie Enter King Edward and a Huntsman with him Huntsman This way my Lord For this way lies the Game King Edw. Nay this way man See where the Huntsmen stand Now Brother of Gloster Lord Hastings and the rest Stand you thus close to steale the Bishops Deere Rich. Brother the time and case requireth hast Your horse stands ready at the Parke-corner King Ed. But whether shall we then Hast To Lyn my Lord And shipt from thence to Flanders Rich. Wel guest beleeue me for that was my meaning K. Ed. Stanley I will requite thy forwardnesse Rich. But wherefore stay we 't is no time to talke K. Ed. Huntsman what say'st thou Wilt thou go along Hunts Better do so then tarry and be hang'd Rich. Come then away le ts ha no more adoo K. Ed. Bishop farwell Sheeld thee from Warwickes frowne And pray that I may re-possesse the Crowne exeunt Flourish Enter King Henry the sixt Clarence Warwicke Somerset young Henry Oxford Mountague and Lieutenant K. Hen. M. Lieutenant now that God and Friends Haue shaken Edward from the Regall seate And turn'd my captiue state to libertie My feare to hope my sorrowes vnto ioyes At our enlargement what are thy due Fees Lieu. Subiects may challenge nothing of their Sou'rains But if an humble prayer may preuaile I then craue pardon of your Maiestie K. Hen. For what Lieutenant For well vsing me Nay be thou sure I le well requite thy
stay Sir Iohn a while and wee 'le debate By what safe meanes the Crowne may be recouer'd Mount What talke you of debating in few words If you 'le not here proclaime your selfe our King I le leaue you to your fortune and be gone To keepe them back that come to succour you Why shall we fight if you pretend no Title Rich. Why Brother wherefore stand you on nice points Edw. When wee grow stronger Then wee 'le make our Clayme Till then 't is wisdome to conceale our meaning Hast Away with scrupulous Wit now Armes must rule Rich. And fearelesse minds clyme soonest vnto Crowns Brother we will proclaime you out of hand The bruit thereof will bring you many friends Edw. Then be it as you will for 't is my right And Henry but vsurpes the Diademe Mount I now my Soueraigne speaketh like himselfe And now will I be Edwards Champion Hast Sound Trumpet Edward shal be here proclaim'd Come fellow Souldior make thou proclamation Flourish Sound Soul Edward the Fourth by the Grace of God King of England and France and Lord of Ireland c. Mount And whosoe're gain sayes King Edwards right By this I challenge him to single fight Throwes downe his Gauntlet All. Long liue Edward the Fourth Edw. Thankes braue Mountgomery And thankes vnto you all If fortune serue me I le requite this kindnesse Now for this Night let 's harbor here in Yorke And when the Morning Sunne shall rayse his Carre Aboue the Border of this Horizon Wee 'le forward towards Warwicke and his Mates For well I wot that Henry is no Souldier Ah froward Clarence how euill it beseemes thee To flatter Henry and forsake thy Brother Yet as wee may wee 'le meet both thee and Warwicke Come on braue Souldiors doubt not of the Day And that once gotten doubt not of large Pay Exeunt Flourish Enter the King Warwicke Mountague Clarence Oxford and Somerset War What counsaile Lords Edward from Belgia With hastie Germanes and blunt Hollanders Hath pass'd in safetie through the Narrow Seas And with his troupes doth march amaine to London And many giddie people flock to him King Let 's leuie men and beat him backe againe Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out Which being suffer'd Riuers cannot quench War In Warwickshire I haue true-hearted friends Not mutinous in peace yet bold in Warre Those will I muster vp and thou Sonne Clarence Shalt stirre vp in Suffolke Norfolke and in Kent The Knights and Gentlemen to come with thee Thou Brother Mountague in Buckingham Northampton and in Leicestershire shalt find Men well enclin'd to heare what thou command'st And thou braue Oxford wondrous well belou'd In Oxfordshire shalt muster vp thy friends My Soueraigne with the louing Citizens Like to his Iland gyrt in with the Ocean Or modest Dyan circled with her Nymphs Shall rest in London till we come to him Faire Lords take leaue and stand not to reply Farewell my Soueraigne King Farewell my Hector and my Troyes true hope Clar. In signe of truth I kisse your Highnesse Hand King Well-minded Clarence be thou fortunate Mount Comfort my Lord and so I take my leaue Oxf. And thus I seale my truth and bid adieu King Sweet Oxford and my louing Mountague And all at once once more a happy farewell War Farewell sweet Lords let 's meet at Couentry Exeunt King Here at the Pallace will I rest a while Cousin of Exeter what thinkes your Lordship Me thinkes the Power that Edward hath in field Should not be able to encounter mine Exet. The doubt is that he will seduce the rest King That 's not my feare my meed hath got me fame I haue not stopt mine eares to their demands Nor posted off their suites with slow delayes My pittie hath beene balme to heale their wounds My mildnesse hath allay'd their swelling griefes My mercie dry'd their water-flowing teares I haue not been desirous of their wealth Nor much opprest them with great Subsidies Nor forward of reuenge though they much err'd Then why should they loue Edward more then me No Exeter these Graces challenge Grace And when the Lyon fawnes vpon the Lambe The Lambe will neuer cease to follow him Shout within A Lancaster A Lancaster Exet. Hearke hearke my Lord what Shouts are these Enter Edward and his Souldiers Edw. Seize on the shamefac'd Henry beare him hence And once againe proclaime vs King of England You are the Founâ— that makes small Brookes to flow Now stops thy Spring my Sea shall suck them dry And swell so much the higher by their ebbe Hence with him to the Tower let him not speake Exit with King Henry And Lords towards Couentry bend we our course Where peremptorie Warwicke now remaines The Sunne shines hot and if we vse delay Cold biting Winter marres our hop'd-for Hay Rich. Away betimes before his forces ioyne And take the great-growne Traytor vnawares Braue Warriors march amaine towards Couentry Exeunt Enter Warwicke the Maior of Couentry two Messengers and others vpon the Walls War Where is the Post that came from valiant Oxford How farre hence is thy Lord mine honest fellow Mess 1. By this at Dunsmore marching hitherward War How farre off is our Brother Mountague Where is the Post that came from Mountague Mess 2. By this at Daintry with a puissant troope Enter Someruile War Say Someruile what sayes my louing Sonne And by thy guesse how nigh is Clarence now Someru At Southam I did leaue him with his forces And doe expect him here some two howres hence War Then Clarence is at hand I heare his Drumme Someru It is not his my Lord here Southam lyes The Drum your Honor heares marcheth from Warwicke War Who should that be belike vnlook'd for friends Someru They are at hand and you shall quickly know March Flourish Enter Edward Richard and Souldiers Edw. Goe Trumpet to the Walls and sound a Parle Rich. See how the surly Warwicke mans the Wall War Oh vnbid spight is sportfull Edward come Where slept our Scouts or how are they seduc'd That we could heare no newes of his repayre Edw. Now Warwicke wilt thou ope the Citie Gates Speake gentle words and humbly bend thy Knee Call Edward King and at his hands begge Mercy And he shall pardon thee these Outrages War Nay rather wilt thou draw thy forces hence Confesse who set thee vp and pluckt thee downe Call Warwicke Patron and be penitent And thou shalt still remaine the Duke of Yorke Rich. I thought at least he would haue said the King Or did he make the Ieast against his will War Is not a Dukedome Sir a goodly gift Rich. I by my faith for a poore Earle to giue I le doe thee seruice for so good a gift War 'T was I that gaue the Kingdome to thy Brother Edw. Why then 't is mine if but by Warwickes gift War Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight And Weakeling Warwicke takes his gift againe And Henry is my King Warwicke his
thriue wel bring them to Baynards Castle Where you shall finde me well accompanied With reuerend Fathers and well-learned Bishops Buck. I goe and towards three or foure a Clocke Looke for the Newes that the Guild-Hall affoords Exit Buckingham Rich. Goe Louell with all speed to Doctor Shaw Goe thou to Fryer Peuker bid them both Meet me within this houre at Baynards Castle Exit Now will I goe to take some priuie order To draw the Brats of Clarence out of sight And to giue order that no manner person Haue any time recourse vnto the Princes Exeunt Enter a Scriuener Scr. Here is the Indictment of the good Lord Hastings Which in a set Hand fairely is engross'd That it may be to day read o're in Paules And marke how well the sequell hangs together Eleuen houres I haue spent to write it ouer For yester-night by Catesby was it sent me The Precedent was full as long a doing And yet within these fiue houres Hastings liu'd Vntainted vnexamin'd free at libertie Here 's a good World the while Who is so grosse that cannot see this palpable deuice Yet who so bold but sayes he sees it not Bad is the World and all will come to nought When such ill dealing must be seene in thought Exit Enter Richard and Buckingham at seuerall Doores Rich. How now how now what say the Citizens Buck. Now by the holy Mother of our Lord The Citizens are mum say not a word Rich. Toucht you the Bastardie of Edwards Children Buck I did with his Contract with Lady Lucy And his Contract by Deputie in France Th' vnsatiate greedinesse of his desire And his enforcement of the Citie Wiues His Tyrannie for Trifles his owne Bastardie As being got your Father then in France And his resemblance being not like the Duke Withall I did inferre your Lineaments Being the right Idea of your Father Both in your forme and Noblenesse of Minde Layd open all your Victories in Scotland Your Discipline in Warre Wisdome in Peace Your Bountie Vertue faire Humilitie Indeed left nothing fitting for your purpose Vntoucht or sleightly handled in discourse And when my Oratorie drew toward end I bid them that did loue their Countries good Cry God saue Richard Englands Royall King Rich. And did they so Buck. No so God helpe me they spake not a word But like dumbe Statues or breathing Stones Star'd each on other and look'd deadly pale Which when I saw I reprehended them And ask'd the Maior what meant this wilfull silence His answer was the people were not vsed To be spoke to but by the Recorder Then he was vrg'd to tell my Tale againe Thus sayth the Duke thus hath the Duke inferr'd But nothing spoke in warrant from himselfe When he had done some followers of mine owne At lower end of the Hall hurld vp their Caps And some tenne voyces cry'd God saue King Richard And thus I tooke the vantage of those few Thankes gentle Citizens and friends quoth I This generall applause and chearefull showt Argues your wisdome and your loue to Richard And euen here brake off and came away Rich. What tongue-lesse Blockes were they Would they not speake Will not the Maior then and his Brethren come Buck. The Maior is here at hand intend some feare Be not you spoke with but by mightie suit And looke you get a Prayer-Booke in your hand And stand betweene two Church-men good my Lord For on that ground I le make a holy Descant And be not easily wonne to our requests Play the Maids part still answer nay and take it Rich. I goe and if you plead as well for them As I can say nay to thee for my selfe No doubt we bring it to a happie issue Buck. Go go vp to the Leads the Lord Maior knocks Enter the Maior and Citizens Welcome my Lord I dance attendance here I thinke the Duke will not be spoke withall Enter Catesby Buck. Now Catesby what sayes your Lord to my request Catesby He doth entreat your Grace my Noble Lord To visit him to morrow or next day He is within with two right reuerend Fathers Diuinely bent to Meditation And in no Worldly suites would he be mou'd To draw him from his holy Exercise Buck. Returne good Catesby to the gracious Duke Tell him my selfe the Maior and Aldermen In deepe designes in matter of great moment No lesse importing then our generall good Are come to haue some conference with his Grace Catesby I le signifie so much vnto him straight Exit Buck. Ah ha my Lord this Prince is not an Edward He is not lulling on a lewd Loue-Bed But on his Knees at Meditation Not dallying with a Brace of Curtizans But meditating with two deepe Diuines Not sleeping to engrosse his idle Body But praying to enrich his watchfull Soule Happie were England would this vertuous Prince Take on his Grace the Soueraigntie thereof But sure I feare we shall not winne him to it Maior Marry God defend his Grace should say vs nay Buck. I feare he will here Catesby comes againe Enter Catesby Now Catesby what sayes his Grace Catesby He wonders to what end you haue assembled Such troopes of Citizens to come to him His Grace not being warn'd thereof before He feares my Lord you meane no good to him Buck. Sorry I am my Noble Cousin should Suspect me that I meane no good to him By Heauen we come to him in perfit loue And so once more returne and tell his Grace Exit When holy and deuout Religious men Are at their Beades 't is much to draw them thence So sweet is zealous Contemplation Enter Richard aloft betweene two Bishops Maior See where his Grace stands tweene two Clergie men Buck. Two Props of Vertue for a Christian Prince To stay him from the fall of Vanitie And see a Booke of Prayer in his hand True Ornaments to know a holy man Famous Plantagenet most gracious Prince Lend fauourable eare to our requests And pardon vs the interruption Of thy Deuotion and right Christian Zeale Rich. My Lord there needes no such Apologie I doe beseech your Grace to pardon me Who earnest in the seruice of my God Deferr'd the visitation of my friends But leauing this what is your Graces pleasure Buck. Euen that I hope which pleaseth God aboue And all good men of this vngouern'd I le Rich. I doe suspect I haue done some offence That seemes disgracious in the Cities eye And that you come to reprehend my ignorance Buck. You haue my Lord Would it might please your Grace On our entreaties to amend your fault Rich. Else wherefore breathe I in a Christian Land Buck. Know then it is your fault that you resigne The Supreme Seat the Throne Maiesticall The Sceptred Office of your Ancestors Your State of Fortune and your Deaw of Birth The Lineall Glory of your Royall House To the corruption of a blemisht Stock Whiles in the mildnesse of your sleepie thoughts Which here we waken to our Countries good The
Mile at least South from the mighty Power of the King Richm. If without perill it be possible Sweet Blunt make some good meanes to speak with him And giue him from me this most needfull Note Blunt Vpon my life my Lord I le vndertake it And so God giue you quiet rest to night Richm. Good night good Captaine Blunt Come Gentlemen Let vs consult vpon to morrowes Businesse Into my Tent the Dew is rawe and cold They withdraw into the Tent. Enter Richard Ratcliffe Norfolke Catesby Rich. What is' t a Clocke Cat. It 's Supper time my Lord it 's nine a clocke King I will not sup to night Giue me some Inke and Paper What is my Beauer easier then it was And all my Armour laid into my Tent Cat. It is my Liege and all things are in readinesse Rich. Good Norfolke hye thee to thy charge Vse carefull Watch choose trusty Centinels Nor. I go my Lord. Rich. Sâ—ir with the Larke to morrow gentle Norfolk Nor. I warrant you my Lord. Exit Rich. Ratcliffe Rat. My Lord. Rich. Send out a Pursuiuant at Armes To Stanleys Regiment bid him bring his power Before Sun-rising least his Sonne George fall Into the blinde Caue of eternall night Fill me a Bowle of Wine Giue me a Watch Saddle white Surrey for the Field to morrow Look that my Staues be sound not too heauy Ratcliff Rat. My Lord. Rich. Saw'st the melancholly Lord Northumberland Rat. Thomas the Earle of Surrey and himselfe Much about Cockshut time from Troope to Troope Went through the Army chearing vp the Souldiers King So I am satisfied Giue me a Bowle of Wine I haue not that Alacrity of Spirit Nor cheere of Minde that I was wont to haue Set it downe Is Inke and Paper ready Rat. It is my Lord. Rich. Bid my Guard watch Leaue me Ratcliffe about the mid of night come to my Tent And helpe to arme me Leaue me I say Exit Ratclif Enter Derby to Richmond in his Tent. Der. Fortune and Victory sit on thy Helme Rich. All comfort that the darke night can affoord Be to thy Person Noble Father in Law Tell me how fares our Noble Mother Der. I by Attourney blesse thee from thy Mother Who prayes continually for Richmonds good So much for that The silent houres steale on And flakie darkenesse breakes within the East In breefe for so the season bids vs be Prepare thy Battell early in the Morning And put thy Fortune to th' Arbitrement Of bloody stroakes and mortall staring Warre I as I may that which I would I cannot With best aduantage will deceiue the time And ayde thee in this doubtfull shocke of Armes But on thy side I may not be too forward Least being seene thy Brother tender George Be executed in his Fathers sight Farewell the leysure and the fearfull time Cuts off the ceremonious Vowes of Loue And ample enterchange of sweet Discourse Which so long sundred Friends should dwell vpon God giue vs leysure for these rites of Loue. Once more Adieu be valiant and speed well Richm. Good Lords conduct him to his Regiment I le striue with troubled noise to take a Nap Lest leaden slumber peize me downe to morrow When I should mount with wings of Victory Once more good night kinde Lords and Gentlemen Exeunt Manet Richmond O thou whose Captaine I account my selfe Looke on my Forces with a gracious eye Put in their hands thy bruising Irons of wrath That they may crush downe with a heauy fall Th' vsurping Helmets of our Aduersaries Make vs thy ministers of Chasticement That we may praise thee in thy victory To thee I do commend my watchfull soule Ere I let fall the windowes of mine eves Sleeping and waking oh defend me still Sleeps Enter the Ghost of Prince Edward Sonne to Henry the sixt Gh. to Ri. Let me sit heauy on thy soule to morrow Thinke how thou stab'st me in my prime of youth At Teukesbury Dispaire therefore and dye Ghost to Richm. Be chearefull Richmond For the wronged Soules Of butcher'd Princes fight in thy behalfe King Henries issue Richmond comforts thee Enter the Ghost of Henry the sixt Ghost When I was mortall my Annointed body By thee was punched full of holes Thinke on the Tower and me Dispaire and dye Harry the sixt bids thee dispaire and dye To Richm. Vertuous and holy be thou Conqueror Harry that prophesied thou should'st be King Doth comfort thee in sleepe Liue and flourish Enter the Ghost of Clarence Ghost Let me sit heauy in thy soule to morrow I that was wash'd to death with Fulsome Wine Poore Clarence by thy guâ—le betray'd to death To morrow in the battell thinke on me And fall thy edgelesse Sword dispaire and dye To Richm. Thou off-spring of the house of Lancaster The wronged heyres of Yorke do pray for thee Good Angels guard thy battell Liue and Flourish Enter the Ghosts of Riuers Gray and Vaughan Riu. Let me sit heauy in thy soule to morrow Riuers that dy'de at Pomfret dispaire and dye Grey Thinke vpon Grey and let thy soule dispaire Vaugh. Thinke vpon Vaughan and with guilty feare Let fall thy Lance dispaire and dye All to Richm. Awake And thinke our wrongs in Richards Bosome Will conquer him Awake and win the day Enter the Ghost of Lord Hastings Gho. Bloody and guilty guiltily awake And in a bloody Battell end thy dayes Thinke on Lord Hastings dispaire and dye Hast to Rich. Quiet vntroubled soule Awake awake Arme fight and conquer for faire Englands sake Enter the Ghosts of the two yong Princes Ghosts Dreame on thy Cousins Smothered in the Tower Let vs be laid within thy bosome Richard And weigh thee downe to ruine shame and death Thy Nephewes soule bids thee dispaire and dye Ghosts to Richm. Sleepe Richmond Sleepe in Peace and wake in Ioy Good Angels guard thee from the Boares annoy Liue and be get a happy race of Kings Edwards vnhappy Sonnes do bid thee flourish Enter the Ghost of Anne his Wife Ghost to Rich. Richard thy Wife That wretched Anne thy Wife That neuer slept a quiet houre with thee Now filles thy sleepe with perturbations To morrow in the Battaile thinke on me And fall thy edgelesse Sword dispaire and dye Ghost to Richm. Thou quiet soule Sleepe thou a quiet sleepe Dreame of Successe and Happy Victory Thy Aduersaries Wife doth pray for thee Enter the Ghost of Buckingham Ghost to Rich. The first was I That help'd thee to the Crowne The last was I that felt thy Tyranny O in the Battaile think on Buckingham And dye in terror of thy guiltinesse Dreame on dreame on of bloody deeds and death Fainting dispaire dispairing yeeld thy breath Ghost to Richm. I dyed for hope Ere I could lend thee Ayde But cheere thy heart and be thou not dismayde God and good Angels fight on Richmonds side And Richard fall in height of all his pride Richard starts out of his dreame Rich. Giue me another Horse bind vp my Wounds Haue