this could corps on the earths cold face But if I thriue the gaine of my attempt The least of you shall share his part thereof Sound drummes and trumpets boldlie and cheerefullie God and â—aint George Richmond and victorie Enter King Richard Rat. c. King What said Northumberland as â—ouching Richmond Rat. That he was neuer trained vp in armes King He said the trueth and what said Surrey then Rat. He smiled and said the better for our purpose King He was in the right and so in deede it is Tell the clocke there The clocke striketh Giue me a calender who saw the Sunne to day Rat. Not I my Lord. King Then he disdaines to shine for by the booke He should haue braud the East an hower agoe A blacke day will it be to some bodie Rat. Rat. My Lord. King The Sunne will nor be seene to day The skie doeth frowne and lowre vpon our armie I would these dewie teares were from the ground Not shine to day whie what is that to me More then to Richmond for the selfe-same heauen That frownes on me lookes sadlie vpon him Enter Norffolke Norff. Arme arme my Lord the foe vaunts in the field King Come bustâ—e bustle caparison my horse Call vp Lord Standlie bid him bring his power I will leade forth my souldiers to the plaine And thus my battaile shall be ordered My foreward shall be drawen out all in length Consisting equallie of horse and foote Our Archers shall be placed in the midst Iohn Duke of Norffolke Thomas Earle of Surrey Shall haue the leading of this foote and horse They thus directed we will follow In the matne battle whose puissance on either side shall be well winged with our chiefest horse This and Saint George to bootes what thinkst thou Norffolke Nor. A good direction warlike soueraigne he sheweth him a paper This found I on my tent this morning Iocky of Norfolke be not so bould For Dâ—ckon thy master is bought and should King A thing deuised by the enemie Go gentlemen euery man vnto his charge Let not our babling dreames affright our soules Conscience is but a word that cowards vse Deuisd at first to keepe the strong in awe Our strong armes be our conscience swords our law March on ioine brauelie let vs to it pell mell If not to heauen then hand in hand to hell His Orâ—tion to his army What shal I saie more then I haue inferd Remember whom you are to cope withall A sort of vagabonds rascols and runawaies A scum of Brittains and base lacky pesants Whom their orecloied country vomits forth To desperate aduentures and assurd destruction You sleeping safe they bring to you vnrest You hauing lands and blest with beauteous wifes They would restraine the one distaine the other And who doth lead them but a paltrey fellow Long kept in Brittaine at our mothers cost A milkesopt one that neuer in his life Felt so much colde as ouer shooes in snow Le ts whip these stragglers ore the seas againe Lash hence these ouerweening rags of France These famisht beggers wearie of their liues Who but for dreaming on this fond exploit For want of means poore rats had hangd themselues If we be conquered let men conquer vs And not these bastard Brittains whom our fathers Haue in their own land beaten bobd and thumpt And in record left them the heires of shame Shall these enjoy our lands lie with our wiues Rauish our daughters harke I heare their drum Fight gentlemen of England fight bold yeomen Draw archers draw your arrowes to the head Spur your proud horses hard and ride in bloud Amaze the welkin with your broken staues What saies lord Stanley wil he bring his power Mâ—s. My lord he doth deny to come King Off with his sonne Georges head Nor. My lord the enemie is past the marsh After the battaile let George Stanley die King A thousand harts are great within my bosome Aduance our standards set vpon our foes Our ancient word of courage faire saint George Inspire vs with the spleene of fierie Dragons Vpon them victorie sits on our helmes Exeunt Alarum excursions Enter Catesby Cates. Rescew my lord of Norffolke rescew rescew The king enacts more wonders then a man Daring an opposite to euerie danger His horse is slaine and all on foot he fights Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death Rescew faire lord or else the daie is lost Enter Richard King A horse a horse my kingdome for a horse Cates. Withdraw my lord I le helpe you to a horse King Slaue I haue set my life vpon a cast And I will stand the hazard of the die I thinke there be sixe Richmonds in the field Fiue haue I slaine to daie in stead of him A horse a horse my kingdome for a horse Alarum Enter Richard and Richmond they fight Richard is slain then retrait being sounded Enter Richmond Darby bearing the crowne with other Lords c. Ri. God and your armes be praisd victorious freends The daie is ours the bloudie dog is dead Dar. Couragious Richmond wel hast thou acquit thee Loe here this long vsurped roialtie From the dead temples of this bloudie wretch Haue I pluckt off to grace thy browes withall Weare it enjoy it and make much of it Rich. Great God of heauen saie Amen to all But tell me is yong George Stanley liuing Dar. He is my lord and safe in Leicester towne Whether if it please you we may now withdraw vs. Rich. What men of name are slaine on either side Iohn Duke of Norffolke Water Lord Ferris sir Robert Brookenbury sir William Brandon Rich. Inter their bodies as become their births Proclaime a pardon to the soldiers fled That in submission will returne to vs And then as we haue tane the sacrament We will vnite the white rose and the red Smile heauen vpon this faire coniunction That long haue frownd vpon their enmitie What traitor heares me and saies not Amen England hath long been madde and scard her selfe The brother blindlie shed the brothers bloud The father rashlie slaughterd his own sonne The sonne compelâ— ben butcher to the sire All this deuided Yorke and Lancaster Deuided in their dire deuision O now let Richmond and Elizabeth The true succeeders of each royall house By Gods faire ordinance conioine together And let their heires God if thy will be so Enrich the time to come with smooth-faste peace With smiling plentie and faire prosperous daies Abate the edge of traitors gracious Lord That would reduce these bloudy daies againe And make poore England weepe in streames of bloud Let them not liue to tast this lands increase That would with treason wound this faire lands peace Now ciuill wounds are stopt peace liues againe That she may long liue heare God Saie Amen FINIS
that Richmond is their admirall And there they hull expecting but the aide Of Buckingham to welcome them a shore King Some light foote friend post to the Duke of Norff. Ratcliffe thy selfe or Catesbie where is hee Cat. Here my Lord. King Flie to the Duke post thou to Salisburie When thou comst there dull vnmindfull villaine Whie standst thou still and goest not to the Duke Cat. First mightie Soueraigne let me know your minde What from your grace I shall deliuer them King O true good Catesbie bid him leuie straight The greatest strength and power he can make And meete me presentlie at Salisburie Rat. What is it your highnes pleasure I shall do at Salisbury King Whie what wouldst thou doe there before I goe Rat. Your highnes told me I should post before King My mind is changd sir my minde is changd How now what newes with you Enter Darbie Dar. None good my Lord to please you with the hearing Nor none so bad but it may well be told King Hoiday a riddle neither good nor bad Why doest thou runne so many mile about When thou maist tell thy tale a neerer way Once more what newes Dar. Richmond is on the Seas King There let him sinke and be the season him White liuerd runnagate what doeth he there Dar. I know not mightie Soueraigne but by guesse King Well sir as you guesse as you guesse Dar. Sturd vp by Dorset Buckingham and Elie He makes for England there to claime the crowne King Is the chaire emptie is the sword vnswaied Is the king dead the Empire vnpossest What heire of Yorke is there aliue but we And who is Englands King but great Yorkes heire Then tell me what doeth he vpon the sea Dar. Vnlesse for that my liege I cannot guesse King Vnlesse for that he comes to be your liege You cannot guesse wherefore the Welshman comes Thou wilt reuolt and flie to him I feare Dar. No mightie liege therefore mistrust me not King Where is thy power then to beate him backe Where are thy tennants and thy followers Are they not now vpon the Westerne shore Safe conducting the rebels from their ships Dar No my good Lord my friendes are in the North. King Cold friends to Richard what doe they in the North When they should serue their Soueraigne in the West Dar. They haue not bin commaunded mightie soueraigne Please it your Maiestie to giue me leaue I le muster vp my friendes and meete your grace Where and what time your Maiestie shall please King I I thou wouldest be gone to ioyne with Richmond I will not trust you Sir Dar. Most mightie Soueraigne You haue no cause to hold my friendship doubtfull I neuer was nor neuer will be false King Well go muster men but heare you leaue behinde Your sonne George Stanlie looke your faith be firme Or else his heads assurance is but fraile Dar. So deale with him as I proue true to you Enter a Messenger Mes. My gracious Soueraigne now in Deuonshire As I by friendes am well aduertised Sir William Courtney and the haughtie Prelate Bishop of Exceâ—â—r his brother there With manie mo confederates are in armes Enter another Messenger Mes. My Liege in Kent the Guilfordes are in armes And euerie houre more competitors Flocke to their aide and still their power increaseth Enter another Messenger Mes. My Lord the armie of the Duke of Buckingham He strikeâ—h him King Out on you owles nothing but songs off death Take that vntill thou bring me better newes Mes. Your grace mistakes the newes I bring is good My newes is that by sudden floud and fall of water The Duke of Buckinghams armie is disperst and scattered And he himselfe fled no man knowes whether King O I crie you mercie I did mistake Ratcliffe reward him for the blow I gaue him Hath any well aduised friend giuen out Rewardes for him that brings in Buckingham Mes. Such proclamation hath bene made my liege Enter another Messenger Mes. Sir Thomas Louel and Lord Marques Dorset T is said my liege are vp in armes Yet this good comfort bring I to your grace The Brittaine nauie is disperst Richmond in Dorshire Sent out a boate to aske them on the shore If they were his assistants yea or no Who answered him they came from Buckingham Vpon his partie he mistrusting them Hoâ—st sale and made away for Brittaine King March on march on since we are vp in armes If not to fight with forreine enemies Yet to beate downe these rebels here at home Enter Catesbie Cat. My liege the Duke of Buckingham is taken That 's the best newes that the Earle of Richmond Is with a mightie power landed at Milford Is colder tidings yet they must be told King Away towardes Salisburie while we reason here A royall battell might be wonne and loâ—t Some one take order Buckingham be brought To Salisburie the rest march on with me Exeunt Entee Dâ—rbie Sir Christopher Dar. Sir Christapher tell Richmond this from me That in the stie of this most bloudie bore My sonne George Stanlie is franckt vp in hold If I reuolt off goes young Georges head The feare of that with holdes my present aide But tell me where is princelie Richmond now Christ. At Pembroke or at Harford-west in Wales Dar. What men of name resort to him S. Christ. Sir Walter Herbert a renowned souldier Sir Gilbert Talbot Sir William Stanlie Oxford redoubted Pembroke Sir Iames Blunt Rice vp Thomas with a valiant crew With many moe of noble fame and worth And towardes London they doe bend their course If by the way they be not fought withall Dar. Retourne vnto thy Lord commend me to him Tell him the Queene hath hartelie consented He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter These letters will resolue him of my minde Farewell Exeunt Enter Buckinghaâ— to execution Buck. Will not king Richard let me speake with him Rat. No my Lord therefore be patient Buck. Hastings and Edwards children Riuers Gray Holie king Henrie and thy faire sonne Edward Vaughan and all that haue miscarried By vnderhand corrupted foule iniustice If that your moodie discontented â—oules Doe through the cloudes behold this present houre Euen for reuenge mocke my destruction This is Alsoules day fellowes is it not Rat. It is my Lord. Buck. Whie then Alsoules day is my bodies domesday This is the day that in king Edwards time I wisht might fall on me when I was found False to his children or his wiues allies This is the day wherein I wisht to fall By the false faith of him I trusted most This this Alsoules day to my fearefull soule Is the determind respit of my wrongs That high al-seer that I dallied with Hath turnd my fained prayer on my head And giuen in earnest what â— begd in iest Thus doeth he force the swordes of wicked men To turne their owne pointes on their Maisters bosome Now Margarets curse is fallen vpon my head When he quorh she shall splâ—t thy hart with
art both La. I would I were to be reuenged on thee Glo. It is a quarrell most vnnaturall To be reuengd on him that loueth you La. It is a quarrell iust and reasonable To be reuengd on him that slew my husband Glo. He that berest thee Lady of thy husband Did it to helpe thee to a better husband La. His better doth not breath vpon the earth Glo. Go to he liues that loues you better then he could La. Name him Glo. Plantagenet La. Why that was hee Glo. The selfesame name but one of better nature La. Where is he Shee spitteth at him Glo. Heere Why doest thou spitte at me La. Would it were mortall poison for thy sake Glo. Neuer came poison from so sweete a place La. Neuer hung poison on a fouler toade Out of my sight thou doest infect my eies Glo. Thine eies sweete Lady haue infected mine La. Would they were basiliskes to strike thee dead Glo. I would they were that I might die at once For now they kill me with a liuing death Those eies of thine from mine haue drawen salt teares Shamd their aspect with store of childish drops I neuer sued to friend nor enemy My tongue could neuer learne sweete soothing words But now thy beauty is propâ—sde my fee My proud heart sues and prompts my tongue to speake Teach not thy lips such scorne for they were made For kissing Lady not for such contempt If thy reuengefull heart cannot forgiue Lo here I lend thee this sharpe pointed sword Which if thou please to hide in this true bosome And let the soule forth that adoreth thee I laâ—e it naked to the deadly stroke And humbly beg the death vpon my knee Nay doe not pawse t was I that kild your husband But t was thy beauty that prouoked me Nay now dispatch t was I that kild King Henry But t was thy heauenly face that set me on Here she le ts fall the sword Take vp the sword againe or take vp me La. Arise dissembler though I wish thy death I will not be the executioner Glo. Then bid me kill my selfe and I will doe it La. I haue already Glo. Tush that was in thy rage Speake it againe and euen with the word That hand which for thy loue did kill thy loue Shall for thy loue kill a farre truer loue To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary La. I would I knew thy heart Glo. T is figuâ—ed in my tongue La. I feare me both are false Glo. Then neuer was man true La. Well well put vp your sword Glo. Say then my peace is made La. That shall you know hereafter Glo. But shall I liue in hope La. All men I hope liue so Glo. Voutsafe to weare this ring La. To take is not to giue Glo. Looke how this ring incompasseth thy finger Euen so thy breast incloseth my poore heart Weare both of them for bâ—th of â—hem are thine And if thy poore deuoted suppliant may But beg one fauour at thy gratious hand Thou doest confirme his happines for euer La. What is it Glo. That it would please thee leaue these sad designes To him that hath more cause to be a mourner And presently repaire to Crosbie place Where after I haue solâ—mnly interred At Chertsie monastery this noble King And wet his graue with my repentant teares I will with all expedient dutie see you For diuers vnknowne reasons I beseech you Grant me this boone La. With all my heart and much it ioies me too To see you are become so penitent Tressill and Barkley go along with me Glo. Bid me farewell La. T is more then you deserue But since you teach me how to flatter you Imagine I haue said farewell already Exit Glo. Sirs take vp the corse Ser. Towards Chertsie noble Lord. Glo. No to white Friers there attend my comming Was euer woman in this humor woed Exeunt manet Gl. Was euer woman in this humor wonne I le haue her but I will not keepe her long What I that kild her husband and his father To take her in her hearts extreamest hate With curses in her mouth teares in her eies The bleedâ—ng witnesse of her hatred by Hauing God her conscience and these bars against mâ— And I nothing to backe my suite at all But the plaine Diuelâ— and dissembling lookes And yet to win her all the world to nothing Hah Hath she forgot already that braue Prince Edward her Lord whom I some three months since Stabd in my angâ—y moode at Tewxbery A sweeter and a louelier gentleman Framd in the prodigality of nature Young valiant wise and no doubt right royall The spacious world cannot againe affoord And will she yet debase her eyes on me That cropt the golden prime of this sweete Prince And made her widdow to a wofull bed On me whose all not equals Edwards moity On mâ— that halt and am vnshapen thus My Duke dome to a beggerly denier I doe mistake my person all this while Vpon my life she findes although I cannot My selfe to be a merueilous proper maâ— I le be at charges for a looking glasse And entertaine some score or two of taylers To study fashions to adorne my body Since I am crept in fauour with my selfe I will maintaine it with some little cost But first I le turne yoâ— fellow in his graue And then returne lamenting to my loue Shine out faire sunne till I haue bought a glasse That I may see my shadow as I passe Exit Enter Queene Lord Riuers Gray Ri Haue patience Madame there 's no doubt his Maiestie Will soone recouer his accustomed health Gray In that you brooke it ill it makes him worse Therefore for Gods sake entertaine good comfort And cheere his grace quick and mery words Qu. If he were dead what would betide of me Ry. No other harme but losse of such a Lord. Qu. The losse of such a Lord includes all harme Gr. The heauens haue blest you with a goodly sonne To be your comforter when he is gone Qu. Oh he is young and his minority Is put vnto the trust of Rich. Glocester A man that loues not me nor none of you Ri. Is it concluded he shall be protector Qu. It is determinde not concluded yet But so it must be if the King miscarry Enter Buck. Darby Gr. Here come the Lords of Buckingham and Darby Buck. Good time of day vnto your royall grace Dar. God make your Maiesty ioyfull as you haue been Qu. The Countesse Richmond good my Lo of Darby To your good praiers will scarcely say Amen Yet Darby notwithstanding shee s your wise And loues not me be you good Lo. assurde I hate not you for her proud arrogance Dar. I doe beseech you either not beleeue The enuious slâ—unders of her false accusers Or if she be accusde in true report Beare with her weakenes which I thinke proceedes From way ward sicknesse and no grounded malice Ry. Saw you the King to day my Lo of Darby Dar. But
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.
vpon your kew my Lo William L Hastings had now pronounst your parts I meane your voice for crowning of the King Glo. Than my Lo Hastings no man might be bolder His Lordship knowes me well and loues me well Hast. I thanke your Grace Glo. My Lo of Elie Bish. My Lo Glo. When I was last in Holborne I saw good strawberries in your garden there I doe beseech you send for some of them Bish. I go my Lord. Glo. Cosen Buckingham a word with you Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our busines And findes the testy Gentleman so hoat As he will loose his head eare giue consent His Masters sonne as worshipful he termes it Shal loose the roialty of Englands throane Buc. Withdraw you hence my Lo I le follow you Ex Gl. Dar. We haue not yet set downe this day of triumph To morrow in mine opinion is too sodaine For I my selfe am not so well prouided Enter B. of Ely As els I would be were the day prolonged By. Where is my L. protector I haue sent for these strawberies Ha. His Grace lookes cheeâ—fully and smooth to day There 's some conceit or other likes him well When he doth bid good morrow with such a spirit I thinke there is neuer a man in christendome That can lesser hide his loue or hate then he For by his face straight shall you know his heart Dar. What of his heart perceiue you in his face By any likelihood he shewed to day Hast. Mary that with no man here he is offended For if he were he would haue shewen it in his lookes Dar. I pray God he be not I say Enter Glocester Glo. I pray you all what doe they deserue That doe conspire my death with diuelish plots Of damned witchcraft and that haue preuaild Vpon my body with their hellish charimes Hast. The tender loue I beare your grace my Lord Makes me most forward in this noble presence To doome the offenders whatsoeuer they be I say my Lo they haue deserued death Glo. Thâ—â— be your eies the witnesse of this ill See how I am bewitcht behold mine arme Is like a blasted sapling withered vp This is that Edwards wife that monstrous witch Consorted with that harlot strumpet Shore That by their witchcraft thus haue marked me Hast. If they haue done this thing my gratious Lo Glo. If thou protector of this damned strumpet Telst thou me of iffes thou art a traitor Off with his head Now by Saint Paule I will not diue to day I sweare Vntill I see the same some see it done The rest that loue me come and follow me Exeunt manet Cat. with Ha. Ha. Wo wo for England not a whit for me For I too fond might haue preuented this Stanley did dreame the boate did race his helme But I disdaind it and did scorne to flie Three times to day my footecloth horse did stumble And startled when he lookt vpon the tower As loath to beare me to the slaughterhouse Oh now I want the Priest that spake to me I now repent I tolde the Pursusant As t were triumphing at mine enemies How they at Pomfret bloudily were butcherd And I my selfe secure in grace and fauour Oh Margaret Margaret now thy heauy curse Is lighted on poore Hastings wretched head Cat. Dispatch my Lo the Duke would be at dinner Make a short shrift he longs to see your head Hast. O momentary state of worldly men Which we more hunt for then the grace of heauen Who buildes his hopes in aire of your faire lookes Liues like a drunken sayler on a mast Ready with euery nod to tumble downe Into the fatall bowels of the deepe Come leade me to the blocke beare him my head They smile at me that shortly shal be dead Exeunt Enter Duke of Glocester and Buckingham in armour Glo. Come Cosen canst thou quake and change thy colour Murther thy breath in middle of a word And then beginne againe and stop againe As if thou wert distraught and mad with terror Buc. Tut feare not me I can counterfait the deepe Tragedian Speake and looke backe and prie on euery side Intending deepe suspition gastly lookes Are at my seruice like inforced smiles And both are ready in their offices To grace my stratagems Enter Maior Glo. Here comes the Maior Buc. Let me alone to entertaine him Lo Maior Glo. Looke to the drawbridge there Buc. The reason we haue sent for you Glo. Catesby ouerlooke the wals Buck Harke I heare a drumme Glo. Looke backe defend thee here are enemies Buc. God and our innocence defend vs. Enter Catesby with Hast. head Glo. O O be quiet it is Catesby Cat. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor The daungerous and vnsuspected Hastings Glo. So deare I lou'd the man that I must weepe I tooke him for the plainest harmelesse man That breathed vpon this earth a christian Looke ye my Lo Maior Made him my booke wherein my soule recorded The history of all her secret thoughts So smoothe he daubd his vice with shew of vertue That his apparant open guilt omitted I meane his conuersation with Shores wife He laid from all attainder of suspect Buck. Well well he was the couertst sheltred traitor That euer liu'd would you haue imagined Or almost beleeue wert not by great preseruation We liue to tell it you The subtile traitor Had this day plotted in the councell house To murder me and my good Lord of Glocester Mator What had he so Glo. What thinke you we are Turkes or Infidels Or that we would against the forme of lawe Proceede thus rashly to the villaines death But that the extreame perill of the case The peace of England and our persons safety Inforst vs to this execution Ma. Now faire befall you he deserued his death And you my good Lords both haue well proceeded To warne false traitours from the like attempts I neuer lookt for better at his hands After he once fell in with Mistresse Shore Dut. Yet had not we determined he should die Vntill your Lordship came to see his death Which now the longing haste of these our friends Some what against our meaning haue preuented Because my Lord we would haue had you heard The traitor speake and timerously confesse The maner and the purpose of his treason That you might well haue signified the same Vnto the Citizens who happily may Misconster vs in him and wayle his death Ma. But my good Lord your graces word shall serue As well as I had seene or heard him speake And doubt you not right noble Princes both But I le acquaint your dutious citizens With all your iust proceedings in this cause Glo. And to that end we 〈◊〉 your Lordship here To auoyde the carping censures of the world Buc. But since you come too late of our intents Yet witnesse what we did intend and so my Lord adue Glo. After after coosin Buckingham Exit Maior The Maior towards Guildhall hies him in all post There at your
meetst aduantage of the time Inferre the bastardy of Edwards children Tell them how Edward put to death a Cittizen Onely for saying he would make his sonne Heire to the Crowne meaning indeede his house Which by the signe thereof was termed so Moreouer vrge his hatefull luxurie And bestiall appetite in change of lust Which stretched to theyr seruants daughters wiues Euen where his lustfull eye or sauage heart Without controll listed to make his prey Nay for a neede thus farre come neere my person Tell them when that my mother went with childe Of that vnsatiate Edward noble Yorke My princely father then had warres in Fraunce And by iust computation of the tyme Found that the issue was not his begot Which well appeared in his lineaments Being nothing like the noble Duke my father But touch this sparingly as it were farre off Because you know my Lord my mother liues Buck. Feare not my Lord I le play the Orator As if the golden see for which I pleade Were for my selfe Glo. If you thriue well bring them to Baynards castle Where you shall finde me well accompanyed Wyth reuerend fathers and well earned Bishops Buc. About three or foure a clocke look to heare What news Guildhall affordeth and so my Lord farewell Glo. Now will I in to take some priuy order Exit Buc. To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight And to giue notice that no maner of person At any tyme haue recourse vnto the Princes Exit Enter a Scriuener with a paper in his hand This is the indictment of the good Lord Hastings Which in a set hand fairely is engrosst That it may be this day read ouer in Paulesâ— And marke how well the sequele hangs together Eleuen houres I spent to wryte it ouer For yesternight by Catesby was it brought me The president was full as long adoyng And yet within these fiue houres liued Lord Hastings Vntaynted vnexamined free at liberty Heere 's a good world the while Why whoe 's so grosse That sees not this palpable deuice Yet whoe 's so blinde but sayes he sees it not Bad is the world and all will come to naught When such bad dealing must be sene in thought Exit Enter Glocester at one doore Buckingham at another Glo How now my Lord what say the Cittizens Buc. Now by the holy mother of our Lord The Citizens are mumme and speake not a word Glo. Toucht you the bastardy of Edwards children Buck I did wyth the insatiate greedinesse of his desires His tyranny for trifles his owne bastardy As beyng got your father then in Fraunce Withâ—ll I did inferre your lineaments Beyng the right Idea of your father Both in your forme and noblenesse of minde Laid open all your victories in Scotland Your discipline in warre wisedome in peace Your bounty vertue faire humility Indeede left nothing fitting for the purpose Vntoucht or sleightly handled in discourse And when mine oratory grew to an ende I bid them that did loue their countries good Crie God saue Richard Englands royall King Glo. A and did they so Buc. No so God helpe me But like dumbe 〈◊〉 or breathing stones Gazde each on other and lookt deadly pale Which when I saw I reprehended them And askt the Maior what meant this wilfull silence His answere was the people were not wont To be spoke to but by the Recorder Then he was vrgde to tell my tale againe Thus saith the Duke thus hath the Duke inferd But nothing spake in warrant from himselfe When he had done some followers of mine owne At the lower end of the Hall hurld vp their caps And some ten voices cried God saue King Richard Thankes louing Cittizens and friends quoth I This generall applause and louing shoute Argues your wisedomes and your loue to Richard And so brake off and came away Glo. What tonglesse blockes were they would they not speake Buc. No by my troth my Lo Glo. Will not the Maior then and his brethren come Glo. The Maior is here at hand and intend some feare Be not spoken withall but with mighty suite And looke you get a praier booke in your hand And stand betwixt two churchmen good my Lo For on that ground I le build a holy descant Be not easily wonne to our request Play the maides part say no but take it Glo. Feare not me if thou canst pleade aswell for them As I can say nay to thee for my selfe No doubt wee le bring it to a happie issue Buck You shal see what I can do get you vp to the leads Exit Now my L. Maior I dance attendance heare I thinke the Duke will not be spoke withall Enter Catesby Here coms his seruant how now Catesby what saies he Cates. My Lord he doth intreat your grace To visit him to morrow or next daie He is within with two right reuerend fathers Diuinely bent to meditation And in no worlâ—â—y suite would he be mou'd To draw him from his holy exercise Buck. Returne good Catesby to thy Lord againe Tell him my selfe the Maior and Cittizens In deepe designes and matters of great moment No lesse importing then our generall good Are come to haue some conference with his grace Cates. I le tell him what you say my Lord. Exit Buck. Aha my Lord this prince is not an Edward He is not lulling on a lewd day bed But on his knees at meditation Not dalying with a brace of Curtizans But meditating with two deepe Diuines Not sleeping to ingrosse his idle body But praying to inrich his watchfull soule Happy wâ—re England would this gracious prince Take on himselfe the souerainty thereon But sure I feare we shall neuer winne him to it Mâ—ior Marry God forbid his grace should say vs nay Buck. I feare he wil how now Catesby Enter Cates. What saies your Lord Caâ—es My Lo. he wonders to what end you haue assembled Such troupes of Cittizens to speake with him His grace not being warnd thereof before My Lord he feares you meane no good to him Buck. Sorrie I am my noble Cosen should Suspect me that I meane no good to him By heauen I come in perfect loue to him And so once more returne and tell his grace Exit Catesby When hollie and deuout religious men Are at their beads t is hard to draw them thence So sweet is zealous contemplation Enter Rich with two bishops a loste Maior See where he stands between two clergiâ— men Buck. Two props of vertue for a christian Prince To staie him from the fall of vanitie Famous Plantaganet most gracious prince Lend fauorable eares to our request And pardon vs the interruption Of thy deuotion and right Christian zeale Glo. My Lord there needs no such apologie I rather do beseech you pardon me Who earnest in the seruice of my God Neglect the visitation of my friends But leauing this what is your graces pleasure Buck. Euen that I hope which pleaseth God aboue And all good men of this vngouerned â—le Glo. I
do suspect I haue done some offence That seemes disgracious in the Citties eies And that you come to reprehend my ignorance Buck. You haue my Lord would it pleasâ— your grace At our entreaties to amend that fault Glo. Else wherefore breath I in a Christian land Buck. Then know it is your fault that you resigne The supreame seat the throne maiesticall The sceptred office of your auncestors The lineall glorie of your roiall house To the corruption of a blemishst stocâ—e Whilst in the mildnesse of your sleepie thoughts Which here we waken to our countries good This noble I le doth want her proper limbes Her face defac't with scars of infamie And almost shouldred in the swallowing gulph Of blind forgetfulnesse and darke obliuion Which to recure we hartily solicit Your gratious selfe to take on you the soueraingtie thereof Not as Protector steward substitute Or lowlie factor for anothers gaine But as successiuelie from bloud to bloud Your right of birth your Emperie your owne For this consorted with the Citizens Your verie worshipfull and louing frinds And by their vehementinstigation In this iust suite come I to moue your grace Glo. I know not whether to depart in silence Or bitterlie to speake in your reproofe Best fitteth my degree or your condition Your loue deserues my thanks but my desert Vnmeritable shunes your high request First if all obstacles were cut awaie And that my path were euen to the crown As my ripe reuenew and dew by birth Yet so much is my pouerty of spirit So mightie and so many my defects As I had rather hide me from my greatnes Beeing a Barke to brooke no mightie sea Then in my greatnes couet to be hid And in the vapour of my glorie smotherd But God be thanked there 's no need of me And much I need to helpe you if need were The roiall tree hath left vs roiall fruit Which mellowed by the stealing houres of time Will well become the seat of maiestie And make no doubt vs happie by his raigne On him I laie what you would laie on me The right and fortune of his happie stars Which God defend that I should wring from him Buck. My lord this argues conscience in your grace But the respects thereof are nice and triuiall All circumstances well considered You saie that Edward is your brothers sonne So saie we to but not by Edwards wife For first he was contract to lady Lucy Your mother liues a witnesse to that vowe And afterward by substitute beâ—â—othed To Bena sister to the king of Fraunce These both put by a poore petitioner A care-crazd mother of a many children A beauty-waining and distressed widow Euen in the afternoone of her best daies Made prise and purchase of his lustfull eye Seduct the pitch and height of al his thoughts To base declension and loathd bigamie By her in his vnlawfull bed he got This Edward whom our maners terme the prince More bitterlie could I expostulate Saue that for reuerence to some aliue I giue a sparing limit to my tongue Then good my Lord take to your royall selfe This pâ—offered benefit of dignitie If not to blesse vs and the land withall Yet to draw out your royall stocke From the corruption of abusing time Vnto a lineall true deriued course Maâ—â—r Do good my Lord your Cittizens entreat you Câ—â—es O make them ioifull grant their lawful suite Glo. Alas why would you heape these cares on me I am vnfit for state and dignitie I do beseech you take it not amisse I cannot nor I will not yeeld to you Buck. If you refuse it as in loue and zeale Loath to depose the child your brothers sonne As well we know your tendernes of heart Anâ— gentle kind effeminate remorse Which wee haue noted in you to your kin And egallie indeed to all estates Yâ—t whether you accept our suite or no Your brothers sonne shall neuer â—aigne our king But we will plant some other in the throane To the disgrace and downfall of your house And in this resolution here we leaue you Come Citizens zounds I le intreat no more Glo. O do not sweare my Lord of Bâ—ckingham Cates. Call them againe my lord and accept their sute Ano. Doe good my lord least all the land do rew it Glo. Would you inforce me to a world of care Well call them againe I am not made of stones But penetrable to your kind intreates Albeit against my conscience and my soule Coosin of Buckingham and you sage graue men Since you will buckle fortune on my backe To beare her burthen whether I will or no I must haue patience to indure the lode But if blacke scandale or â—oule-fac't reproch Attend the sequell of your imposition Your meere inforcement shall acquittance mee From all the impure blots and staines thereof For God he knowes and you may partly see How farre I am from the desire thereof Mayor God blesse your grace we see it and will say it Glo. In saying so you shall but say the truth Buck. Then I salute you with this kingly title Long liue Richard Englands royall king Mâ—yor Amen Buck To morrow will it please you to be crown'd Glo. Euen when you will since you will haue it so Buck. To morrow then we will attend your grace Glo. Come let vs to our holy taske againe Farewel good coosine â—arwel gentle friends Exeâ—nt Enter Quee. mother Duchesse of Yorke Marques Dâ—rset at one doore Duchesse of Glocest. at another doore Duch. Who meets vs heere my neece Plantagenet Qu. Sister well met whether awaie so fast Duch. No farther then the Tower and as I ghesse Vpon the like deuotion as your selues To gratulate the tender Princes there Qu. Kind sister thanks wee le enter al togiâ—her Enter Lieutenant And in good time here the Lieutenant comes M. Lieutenant pray you by your leaue How fares the Prince Lieu. Wel Madam and in health but by your leaue I may not suffer you to visite him The King hath straightlie charged the contrarie Qu. The King whie whos 's that Lieu. I crie you mercie I meane the Lord protector Qu. The Lord protect him from that Kinglie title Hath he set boundes betwixt their loue and me I am their mother who should â—eepe me from them Dâ—â—yor I am their Fathers Mother I will see them Duch. glo Their aunt I am in law in loue their mother Then feare not thou I le beare thy blame And take thy office from thee on my perill Lieu. I doe beseech your graces all to pardon me I am bound by oath I may not doe it Enter L. Stanlâ—â— Stan. Let me but meete you Ladies an houre hence And I le salute your grace of Yorke as Mother And reuerente looker on of two faire Queenes Come Madam you must go with me to Westminster There to be crowned Richards royall Queene Qu. O cut my lace in sunder that my pent heart May haue some scope to beate or else I sound With this dead
killing newes Dâ—r Madam haue comfort how fares your grace Qu O Dorset speake not to me get thee hence Death and destruction dogge thee at the heeles Thy Mothers name is ominous to children If thou wilt outstrip death go crosse the seas And liue with Richmond from the reach of hell Go hie thee hie thee from this slaughter house Least thou increase the number of the dead And make me die the thrall of Margarets cursse Nor Mother Wife nor Englands counted Queene Staâ— Full of wise care is this your counsell Madam Take all the swift aduantage of the time You shall haue letters fâ—om me to my sonne To meete you on the way and welcome you Be not tane tardie by vnwise delaie Duch. yor O ill dispersing winde of miserie O my accursed wombe the bed of death A Cocatrice hast thou hatch to the world Whose vnauoided eye is murtherous Stan. Come Madam I in all hast was sent Duch. And I in all vnwillingnes will go I would to God thar the inclusiue verge Of golden meâ—tall that must round my browe were red hotte steele to seare me to the braine Annointed let me be with deadlie poyson And die ere men can say God saue the Queene Qu. Alas poore soule I enuie not thy glorie To feede my humor wish â—hy selfe no harme Duch. glo No when he that is my husband now Came to me as I followed Henries course When scarse the bloud was well washt from his handes Which issued from my other angel husband And that dead saint which then I weeping followed O when I say I lookt on Richaâ—ds face This was my wish be thou quoth I accurst For making me so young so olde a widow And when thou wedst let sorrow haunt thy bed And be thy wife if any be so madde As miserable by the death of thee As thou hast made me by my deare Lordes death Loe eare I can repeate this curse againe Euen in so short a space my womans hart â—rosselie grewe captiue to his honie wordes And prou'd the subiecte of my owne soules curse Which euer since hath kept my eyes from sleepe For neuer yet one houre in his bed Haue I enioyed the golden dew of sleepe But haue bene waked by his timerous dreames Besides he hates me for my father Warwicke And will no doubt shortlie be rid of me Qu. Alas poore soule I pittie thy complaints Duch. glo No more then from my soule I mourne for yours Dor. Farewell thou wofull welcomer of glorie Duch. glo Adew poore soule thou takst thy leaue of it Dâ— yor Go thou to Richmond and good fortune guide thee Go thou to Richard and good Angels garde thee Go thou to sanctuarie good thoughts possesse thee I to my graue where peace and rest lie with me Eightie odde yeares of sorrow haue I seene And each houres ioy wrackt with a weeke of teene The Trumpets sound Enter Richard crownd Buckingham Catesby with other Nobles King Stand al apart Coosin of Buckingham Giue me thy hand Here â—e ascendeth the throne Thus high by thy aduice And thy assistance is king Richard seated But shal we weare these honours for a day Or shall they last and we reioice in them Buc. Stil liue they and for euer may they last King Ri. O Buckingham now do I plaiâ— the touch To trie if thou be currant gold indeed Young Edwaâ—d liues thinke now what I would say Buc. Saie on my gracious soueraigne King Whie Buckingham â— saie I would be king Buc. Whie so you are my thrice renowned liege King Ha am I king t is so but Edward liues Buc. True noble prince King O bitter consequence That Edward stil should liue true noble prince Coosin thou wert not wont to be soâ—dul Shal I be plaine I wish tâ—e bastards dead And I would haue it suddenlie performde What saist thou speake suddenlie be briefe Buc. Your grace may doe your pleasure King Tut tut thou art all yâ—e thy kindnesse freezeth Saie haue I thy consent that they shal die Buc. Giue me some breath some little pause my lord Before I positiuelie speake herein I wil resolue your grace immediatlie Exit Cates. The king is angrie see he bites the lip King I wil conuerse with iron witted fooles And vnrespectiue boies none are for me That looke into me with considerate â—iâ—s Boy high reaching Buckingham growes circumspect Boy My Lord. King Knowst thou not any whom corrupting gold Would tempt vnto a close exploit of death Boy Mylord I know a discontented gentleman Whose humble meanes match not his haughtie mind â—ould were as good as twentie Orators And will no doubt tempt him to any thing King What is his name Boy His name my Lord is Tirrell King Go call him hither presentlie The deepe reuoluing wittie Buckingham No more shall be the neighbour to my counsell Hath he so long held out with me vntirde And stops he nowe for breath Enter Darby How now what neewes vvith you Darby My Lord I heare the Marques Dorset Is fled to Richmond in those partes beyond the seas where he abides King Catesby Cat. My Lord. King Rumor it abroad That Anne my wife is sicke and like to die I will take order for her keeping close Enquire me out some meane borne gentleman Whom I will marrie straight to Clarence daughter The boy is foolish and I feare not him Looke how thou dreamst I say againe giue ouâ— That Anne my wife is sicke and like to die About it for it stands me much vpon To stop all hopes vvhose growth may damadge me I must be married to my brothers daughter Or else my kingdome stands on brittle glasse Murther her brothers and then marrie her Vncertaine vvaie of gaine but I am in So far in bloud that sinne vvill plucke on sin Teare falâ—ing pittie dwels not in this eie Enter Tirrel Is thy name Tirrill Tyr. Iames Tirrell and your most obedient subiect King Art thou indeed Tir. Proue me my gracious soueraigne King Darst thou resolue to kill a friend of miâ—e Tir. I my Lord but I had rather kill two enemies King Why there thou hast it two deepe enemies Foes to my rest and my sweet sleepes disturbs Are they that I would haue thee deale vpon Tirrel I meane those bastards in the tower Tir. Let me haue open meanes to come to them And soone I le rid you from the feare of them Kâ—ng Thou singst sweet musicke Come hither Tirrel he wispers in his earâ— Go by that token rise and lend thine eare T is no more but so saie is it done And I will loue thee and prefer thee too Tir. T is done my gracious lord Kâ—ng Shal we heare from thee Tirrel ere we sleep Enter Buc. Tir. Ye shall my lord Buck. My lord I haue considered in my mind The late demand that you did sound me in King Well let that passe Dorset is fled to Richmond Buck I heare that newes my lord Kâ—ng Stanley he is your wifes sonnes Wellooke to it
Buck. My lord I claime your gift my dew by promise For which your honor and your faith is pawnd The Earledome of Herford and the moueables The which you promised I should possesse King Stanley looke to your wife if she conuay Letters to Richmond you shall answere it Buck. What saies your highnes to my iust demand King As I remember Henâ—ie the sixt Did prophecie that Richmond should be king When Richmond was a little peeuish boy A king perhaps perhaps Buck. My lord King How chance the prophet could not at that time Haue told me I being by that I should kill him Buck. My lord your promise for the Earledome King Richmond when last I was at Exetâ—r The Maior in curtesie showd me the Castle And called it Ruge-mount at which name I started Because a Bard of Ireland told me once I should not liue long after I saw Richmond Buck. My lord King I what 's a clocke Buck. I am thus bold to put your grace in mind Of what you promisd me King Wel but what 's a clocke Buck. Vpon the stroke often King Well let it strike Buck. Whie let it strike King Because that like a Iacke thou keepst the stroke Betwixt thy begging and my meditation I am not in the giuing vaine to day Buck. Whie then resolue me whether you wil or no King Tut tut thou troublest me I am not in the vain Exit Buck. Is it euen so rewardst he my true seruice With such deepe contempt made I him king for this O let me thinke on Hastings and be gone To Brecnock while my fearefull head is on Exit Enter Sir Francis Tirrell Tyr. The tyrranous and bloudie deed is done The most arch act of pitteous massacre That euer yet this land was guiltie of Dighton and Forrest whom I did suborne To do this ruthles peece of butcherie Although they were flesht villains bloudie dogs Melting with tendernes and kind compassion Wept like two children in their deaths sad stories Lo thus quoth Dighton laie those tender babes Thus thus quoth Forrest girdling on another Within their innocent alablaster armes Their lips were foure red Roses on a stalke Which in their summer beautie kist each other A booke of praiers on their pillow laie Which once quoth Forrest almost changd my mind But ô the Diuell their the villaine stopt Whilst Dighton thus told on we smothered The most replenished sweet worke of nature That from the prime creation euer he framed Thus both are gone with conscience and remorse They could not speake and so I left them both To bring this tidings to the bloudie king Enter Kâ— Richard And here he comes all haile my soueraigne leige King Kind Tirrell am I happie in thy newes Tyr. If to haue done the thing you giue in charge Beget your happinesse be happie then For it done my Lord. King But didst thou see them dead Tir. I did my Lord. King And buried gentle Tirrell Tir. The Chaplaine of the tower hath buried them But how or in what place I do not know Tir. Come to me Tirreâ— soone at after supper And thou shalt tell the processe of their death Meane time but thinke how I may do thee good And be inheritor of thy desire Exit Tirrel Farewel til soone The sonne of Clarence haue I pent vp close His daughter meanelie haue I matcht in mariage The sonnes of Edward sleepe in Abrahams bosome And Anne my wife hath bid the world godnight Now for I know the Brittaine Richmond aimes At young Elizabeth my brothers daughter And by that knot lookes proudly ore the crowne To her I go aiâ—llie thâ—iuing wooer Enter Câ—tesby Cat. My Lord. King Good newes or bad that thou comst in so bluntly Cates. Bad newes my lord Ely is fled to Richmond And Buckingham backt with the hardie Welchmen Is in the field and still his power increaseth King Ely with Richmond troubles me more neare Then Buckingham and his rash leuied armie Come I haue heard that feareful commenting Is leaden seruitour to dull delaie Delaie leades impotent and snaileâ—pact beggerie Then fierie expedition be my wing Ioues Mercurie and Herald for a king Come muster men my counsaile is my shield We must be briefe when traitor braue the field Exeunt Enter Queene Margaret sâ—la Q. Mar. So now prosperitie begins to mellow And drop into the rotten mouth of Death Here in these confines slilie haue I lurkt To watch the waining of mine aduersaries A dire induction am I witnesse to And wil to Fraunce hoping the consequence Wil prooue as bitter blalcke and tragical Withdraw thee wretched Margaret who comes here Enter the Qu. and the Dutchesse of Yorke Qu. Ah my young princes ah my tender babes My vnblowne flowers new appearing sweets If yet your gentle soules fliâ— in the ayre And be not fixt in doome perpetual Houer about me with your aierie winges And heare your mothers lamentation Qu. Mar. Houer about her saie that right for right Hath dimd your infant morne to aged night Quee. Wilt thou O God flie from such gentle lambes And throw them in the intrailes of the Wolfe When didst thou sleepe when such a deed was done Q. Mar. When holie Harry died and my sweet sonne Dutch Blind sight dead life poore mortal liuing ghost Woes sceane worlds shame graues due by life vsurpt Rest thy vnrest on Englands lawful earth Vnlawfulliâ— made drunkâ— with innocents bloud Qu. O that thou wouldst aswel affoord a graue As thou canst yeeld a melancholie seate Then would I hide my bones not rest them here O who hath anie cause to mourne but I Duch. So manie miseries haue crazd my voice That my woe-wearied toong is mute and dumbe Edward Plantagenet whie art thou dead Qu. Mar. If ancient sorrow be most reuerent Giue mine the benefite of signorie And let my woes frowne on the vpper hand If sorrow can admitte societie Tell ouer your woes againe by vewing mine I had an Edward till a Richard kild him I had a Richard till a Ricard kild him Thou hadst an Edward till a Richard kild him Thou hadst a Richard till a Richard kild him Duch. I had a Richard to and thou didst kill him I had a Rutland to thou hopst to kill him Qu. Mar. Thou hadst a Clarence to and Richard kild him From forth the kennell of thy wombe hath crept A hel-hound that doeth hunt vs all to death That dogge that had his teeth before his eyes To worrie lambes and lap their gentle blouds That foule defacer of Gods handie worke Thy wombe let loose to chase vs to our graues O vpright iust and true disposing God How doe I thanke thee that this carnal curre Praies â—n the issue of his mothers bodie And makes her puefellow with others mone Duch. O Harries wifes triumph not in my woes God witnes with me I haue wept for thine Qu. Mar. Beare with me I am hungrie for reuenge And now I cloie me with beholding it Thy Edward he is dead that stabd my
Edward Thy other Edward dead to quitte my Edward Yong Yorke he is but boote because both they Match not the high perfection of my losse Thy Clarence he is dead that kild my Edward And the beholders of this tragicke plaie The adulterate Hastings Riuers Vaughan Gray Vntimelie smothred in their duskie graues Richard yet liues hels blacke intelligencer Onely reserued their factor to buie soules And send them thether but at hand at handes ensues his piteous and vnpittied end Earth gapes hell burnes fiendes roare saintes praie To haue him suddenly conueied away Cancell his bond of life deare God I pray That I may liue to say the dog is dead Qu. O thou didst prophecie the time would come That I should wish for thee to helpe me cursse That botteld spider that foule bunch-backt toade Qu. Mar. I cald thee then vaine floorish of my fortune I cald thee then poore shadow painted Queene The presentation of but what I was The flattering Index of a direfull pageant One heaued a high to be hurld downe belowe A mother onelie mockt with two sweete babes A dreame of which thou wert a breath a bubble A signe of dignitie a garish flagge To be the aime of euerie dangerous shot A Queene in ieast onelie to fill the sceane Where is thy husband now where be thy brothers Where are thy children wherein doest thou ioye Who â—ues to thee and cries God saue the Queene Where be the bending peeres that flattered thee Where be the thronging troope that followed thee decline all this and see what now thou art For happie wife a most distressed widow For ioyfull Mother one that wailes the name For Queene a verie caitiue crownd with care For one being sued to one that humblie sues For one commaunding all obeyed of none For one that scornd at me now scornd of me Thus hath the course of iustice whe'eld about And left thee but a verie praie to time Hauing no more but thought of what thou werâ— To torture thee the more being what thou art Thou didst vsurpe my place and doest thou not Vsurpe the iust proportion of my sorrow Now thy proud necke beares halfe my burthened yoke From which euen here I slippe my wearie necke And leaue the burthen of it all on thee Farewell Yorkes wife and Queene of sad mischance These English woes will make me smile in France Qu. O thou wel skild in curses staie a while And teach me how to curse mine enemies Qu. Mar. Forbeare to sleepe the nights and fast the daies Compare dead happinesse with liuing woe Thinke that thy babes were fairer then they were And he that slew them fouler then he is Bettring thy losse makes the bad causer worse Reuoluing this wil teach thee how to curse Qu. My words aâ—e dul O quicken them with thine Q. Mar. Thy woes wil make them sharp pierce like mine Du. Why should calamitie be ful of words Exit Mar. Qu. Windie aâ—turnies to your Client woes A erie succeeders of inteâ—â—ate ioies Poore breathing Orators of miseries Let them haue scope though what they do impart Helpe not at al yet do they ease the hart Duch. Iâ— so then be not toong-tide go with me And in the breath of bitter words le ts smother My damned sonne which thy two sweet sons smotherd I heare his drum be copious in exclaimes Enter K. Richard marching with Drummes And Trumpets King Who intercepts my expedition Duch. A she that might haue intercepted thee By strangling thee in her accursed wombe From al the slaughters wretch that thou hast done Qu. Hidst thou that forehead with a golden crowne Where should be grauen if that right were right The slaughter of the Prince that owed that Crowne And the dire death of my two sonnes and brothers Tel me thou villaine slaue where are my children Duch. Thou tode thou tode where is thy brother Clarence And little Ned Plantagenet his sonne Qu. Where is kind Hastings Riuers â—aughan Gray King A flouâ—ish trumpets strike alarum drummes Let not the heauens heare these tel-tale women Raile on the Lords annointed Strike I saie The trumpets Either be patient and intreat me faire Or with the clamorus report of war Thus will I drowne your exclamations Du. Art thou my son King I I thanke God my father and your selfe Du. Then patiently here my impatience King Madam I haue a touch of your condition Which cannot brooke the accent of reproofe Du. I will be mild and gentle in my speach King And briefe good mother for I am in hast Du. Art thou so hastie I haue staid for thee God knowes in anguish paine and agonie King And came I not at last to comfort you Du. No by the holie roode thou knowst it well Thou camst on earth to make the earth my hell A greuous burthen was thy berth to me Techie and waiward was thy infancie Thy schoele-daies frightful desperate wild and furious Thy prime of manhood daring bold and venturous Thy age confirmed proud fubtile bloudie trecherous What comfortable houre canst thou name That euer gracâ—t me in thy companie King Faith none but Humphrey houre that cald your grace To breake fast once forth of my companie If I be so disgracious in your sight Let me march on and not offend your grace Du. O heare me speake for I shal neuer see thee more King Come come you art too bitter Du. Either thou wilt die by Gods iust ordinance Eeare fâ—om this war thou tuâ—ne a conqueror Or I with griefe and extreame age shall perish And neuer looke vpon thy face againe Therefore take with thee my most heauy curse Which in the daie of battaile tire thee more Then all the compleat armor that thou wearst My praiers on the aduerse partie fight And there the little soules of Edwards children Whisper the spirits of thine enemies And promise them successe and victoriâ— Bloudie thou art bloudie wil be thy end Shame serues thy life and doth thy death attend Exit Qu. Though far more cause yet much lesse spirit to curse Abides in me I saie Amen to all King Staie Maddam I must speake a word with you Qu. I haue no moe sonnes of the royall bloud For thee to murther for my daughters Richard They shal be praying nunnes not weeping Queenes And therefore leuell not to hit their liues King You haue a daughter cald Elizabeth Vertuous and faire roiall and gracious Qu. And must she die for this O let her liue And I le corrupt her maners staine her beautie Slander my selfe as false to Edwards bed Throw ouer her the vale of infamie So she may liue vnskard from bleeding slaughter I will confesse she was not Edwards daughter King Wrong not her birth she is of roiall bloud Qu To saue her life I le faie she is not so Kâ—ng Her liâ—e is onlie safest in hir birth Qu. And onlie in that safetie died her brothers King Lo at their births good stars were opposite Qu. No to their liues bad friâ—nds were
sorrow Remember Margaret was a Prophetesse Come sirs conuey me to the blocke of shame Wrong hath but wrong and blame the dew of blame Enâ—er Richmond with drums and trumpâ—ts Rich. Fellowes in armes and my most louing friendes Bruisd vnderneath the yoake of tyrannie Thus farre into the bowels of the land Haue we marcht on without impediment And here receiue we from our Father Stanlie Lines of faire comfort and incouragement The wretched bloudie and vsurping bore That spoild your somer-fieldes and fruitfull vines Swils your warme bloud like wash and makes his trough In your inboweld bosomes this foule swine Lies now euen in the center of this I le Neare to the towne of Leycester as we learne From Tamworth thether is but one dayes march In Gods name cheerelie on couragious fâ—iendes To reape the haruest of perpetuall peace By this one bloudie triall of sharpe warre 1 Lo. Eueâ—ie mans conscience is a thousand swordes To fight against that bloudie homicide 2 Lo. I doubt not but his friendes will flie to vs. 3 Lo. He hath no friendes but who are friendes for feare Which in his greatest neede will shrinke from him Rich. All for our vantage then in Gods name march True hope is swift and flies with Swallowes wings Kings it make Gods and meaner creatures kings Exit Enter King Richard Norffolke Ratcliffe Catesbie with others King Here pitch our tentes euen here in Bosworth field Whie how now Catesbie whie lookst thou so bad Cat My hart is ten times lighter then my lookes King Norffolke come hether Norffolke we must haue knockes ha must we not Norff. We must both giue and take my gracious Lord. King Vp with my tent there here will I lie to night But where to morrow well all is one for that Who hath discried the number of the foe Norff. Sixe or seuen thousand is their greatest number King Whie our battalion trebles that account Besides the Kings name is a tower of strength Which they vpon the aduerse partie want Vp with my tent there valiant gentlemen Let vs suruey the vantage of the field Call for some men of sound direction Le ts want no discipline make no delaâ—e For Lordes to morrow is a busie day Exeunt Enter Richmond with the Lordes c. Rich. The wearie sonne hath made a golden sete And by the bright tracke of his fierie Carre Giues signall of a goodlie day to morrow Where is Sir William Brandon he shall beare my standerd The Earle of Pembroke keepe his regiment Good captaine Blunt beare my good night to him And by the second houre in the morning Desire the Earle to see me in my tent Yet one thing more good Blunt before thou goest Where is Lord Stanlie quarterd doest thou know Blunt Vnlesse I haue mistane his coulers much Which well I am assur'd I haue not done His regiment lies halfe a mile at least South from the mightie power of the king Rich. If without perrill it be possible Good captaine Blunt beare my good night to him And giue him from me this most needefull scrowle Blunt Vpon my life my Lord I le vndertake it Rich. Farewell good Blunt Giue me some inke and paper in my tenâ— I le drawe the forme and modle of our battel Limit each leader to his seuerall charge And part in iust proportion our small strength Come let vs consult vpon to morrowes busines In to our tent the aire is rawe and cold Enter king Richard Norff. Ratcliffe Catesbâ—e c. Kâ—ng What is a clocke Cat. It is sixe of clocke full supper time King I will not sup to night giue me some inke and paper What is my beâ—er easier then it was And all my armour laid into my tent Câ—t It is my Liege and all thinges are in readines King Good Norffolke hie thee to thy charge Vse carefull watch chuse trustie centinell Norff. I goe my Lord. King Stur with the Larke to morrow gentle Norffolke Nor. I warrant you my Lord. Kâ—ng Catesby Rat. My lord King Send out a Pursiuant at armes To â—tanleâ—â— regiment bid him bring his power Before sun rising least his sonne George fall Into the blind caue of eternal night Fill me a bowle of wine giue me a watch Saddle white Surrey for the field to morrow Looke that my staues be sound and not too heauy Ratliffe Râ—t My lord King Sawst thou the melancholie Lo. Northumberland Rat. Thomas the Earle of Surrey and himselfe Much about cockshut time from troupe to troupe Went through the army cheering vp the soldiors King So I am satisfied giue me a boule of wine I haue not that alacrity of spirit Nor cheere of mind that I was wont to haue Set it down Is inke and paper ready Rat. It is my lord King Bid my guard watch leaue me Ratliffe about the mid of night come to mytent And help to arme me leaue me I say Exit Ratliffâ— Enter Darby to Ricbmond in his tent Daâ—by Fortune and victorie set on thy helme Rich. All comfort that the darke night can afford Be to thy person noble father in law Tel me how fares our louing mother Dar. I by atturney blesse thee from thy mother Who prâ—ies continuallie for Richmonds good So much for that the silent houres steale on And fâ—akie darkenesse breakes within the east In briefe for so the season bids vs be Prepare thy battell earelie in the morning And put thy fortune to the arbitrement Of bloudie strokes and mortal staâ—ing war I as I may that which I would I cannot With best aduâ—ntage will deceiue the time And aide thee in this doubsul 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 Farewel the leasure and the fearefull time Cuts off the ceremonious vowes of loue And amâ—le enterchange of sweet discourse Which so long sundried friends should dwelvpon God giue vs leisure for these rights of loue Once more adiew be valiant and speed well Rich. Good lords conduct him to his regiment I le striue with troubled thoughts to take a nap Least leaden slumber peise me downe to morrow When I should mount with wings of victorie Once more good night kind Lords and gentlemen Exuâ—â— O thou whoâ—e Captaine I account my selfe Looke on my forces with a gracious eâ—e Put in their hands thy brusing Irons of wrath That they may crush downe with a heauie â—all The vsurping helmets of our aduersaries Make vs thy ministers of chastisement That we may praise thee in the victorie To thee I do commend my watchfull soule Eare I let fal the windowes of mine eies Sleeping and waking oh defend me still Enter the ghost of young Prince Edward sonne Harry the sixt to Ri. Ghost to Ri. Let me sit heauie on thy soule to morrow Thinke how thou stabst me in my prime of youth At Teukesburie dispaire therefore 〈◊〉 die To Rich. Be cheerful Richmond for the wronged soules Of Butchered princes fight in