themselues wept when it was reported Dors. No man but prophecied reuenge for it Buch. Northumberland then present wept to see it Qu. M. What were you snarling all before I came Ready to catch each other by the throat And turne you all your hatred now on me Did Yorkes dread curse preuaile so much with heauen That Henries death my louely Edwards death Their kingdomes losse my wofull banishment Could all but answere for that peeuish brat Can curses pierce the clouds and enter heauen Why then giue way dull cloudes to my quicke curses If not by war by surfet die your King As ours by murder to make him a King Edward thy sonne which now is Prince of Wales For Edward my sonne which was Prince of Wales Die in his youth by like vntimely violence Thy selfe a Queene for me that was a Queene Outliue thy glory like my wretched selfe Long maiest thou liue to waile thy childrens losse And see another as I see thee now Deckt in thy rights as thou art stald in mine Long die thy happy daies before thy death And after many lengthened houres of griefe Die neither mother wife nor Englands Queene Riuers and Dorset you were standers by And so wast thou Lo Hastings when my sonne Was stabd with bloudy daggers god I pray him That none of you may liue your naturall age But by some vnlookt accident cut off Glo. Haue done thy charme thou hatefull withred hag Q M. And leaue out the stay dog for thou shalt hear me If heauen haue any grieuous plague in store Exceeding those that I can wish vpon thee O let them keepe it till thy sinnes be ripe And then hurle downe their indignation On thee the troubler of the poore worlds peace The worme of conscience still begnaw thy soule Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liuest And take deepe traitors for thy dearest friends No sleepe close vp that deadly eye of thine Vnlesse it be whilest some tormenting dreame Affrights thee with a heâ—l of vgly dâ—uels Thou eluish markt abortiue rooting hog Thou that wast seald in thy natiuity The slaue of nature and the sonne of hell Thou slaunder of thy mothers heauy wombe Thou lothed issue of thy fathers loynes Thou rag of honour thou detested c. Glo. Margaret Qu. M. Richard Glo. Ha. Qu. M. I call thee not Glo. Then I crie thee mercy for I had thought That thou hadst cald me all these bitter names Qu M. Why so I did but â—ookt for no reply O Let me make the period to my curse Glo. T is done by me and ends in Margaret Qu. Thus haue you breathed your curse against your selfe Qu. M. Poore painted Queene vaine flourish of my fortune Why strewst thou suger on that bottled spider Whose deadly web ensâ—areth thee about Foole foole thou whetst a knife to kill thy selfe The time will come that thou shalt wish for me To helpe thee curse that poisenous bunchbackt â—oade Hast. False boading woman end thy frantike curse Lest to thy harme thou moue our patience Q. M. Foule shame vpon you you haue all mou'd mine Ri. Were you well seru'd you would be taught your duty Q. M. To serue me well you all should doe me duty Teach me to be your Queene and you my subiects O serue me well and teach your selues that duty Dors. Dispute not with her she is lunatique Q M. Peace Master Marques you are malapert Your fire-new stampe of honour is scarse currant O that your young nobility could iudge What t were to loose it and be miserable They that stand high haue many blast to shake them And if they fall they dash themselues to pieces Glo. Good counsell mary learne it learne it Marques Dor. It toucheth you my Lo asmuch as me Glo. Yea and much more but I was borne so high Our aiery buildeth in the Cedars top And dallies with the winde and scornes the sunne Qu M. And turnes the sun to shade alaâ— alas Witnes my son now in the shade of death Whose bright out shining beames thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternall darkenes foulded vp Your aieâ—y buildeth in our aieries nest O God that seest it doe not suffer it As it was wonne with bloud lost be it so Buck. Haue done for shame if not for charity Qu. M. Vrge neither charity nor shame to me Vncharitably with me haue you dealt And shamefully by you my hopes are butcherd My charity is outrage life my shame And in my shame still liue my sorrowes rage Buck. Haue done Q. M. O Princely Buckingham I will kisse thy hand In signe of league and amity with thee Now faire befall thee and thy Princely house Thy garments are not spotted with our bloud Nor thou within the compasâ—e of my curse Buc. Nor no one here for curses neueâ— passe The lips of those that breath them in the aire Q. M. I le not beleeue but they ascend the skie And there awake gods gentle sleeping peace O Buckingham beware of yonder dog Looke when he fawnes he bites and when he bites His venome tooth will rackle thee to death Haue not to doe with him beware of him Sinne death and hell haue set their markes on him And all their ministers attend on him Glo. What doth she say my Lo of Buckingham Buck. Nothing that I respect my gratious Lord. Qu. M. What doest thou scorne me for my gentle counsell And sooth the diuell that I warne thee from O but remember this another day When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow And say poore Margaret was a prophetesse Liue each of you the subiects of his hate And he to your and all of you to Gods Exit Hast. My haire doth stand on end to heare her curses Ryu. And so doth mine I wonder shee s at liberty Glo. I cannot blame her by â—â—ds holy mother She hath had too much 〈◊〉 and I repent My part theâ—eof that I haue done Qu. Inâ—uer did her any to my knowledge Glo. But you haue all the vantage of this wrong I was too hoat to doe some body good That is too cold in thinking of it now Marry as for Clarence he is well repaid He is franckt vp to fatting for his paines God pardon them that are the cause of it Ryu. A vertuous and a Christianlike conclusion To pray for them that haue done scathe to vs. Glo. So doe I euer being well aduisde For had I curst now I had curst my selfe Cates. Madam his Maiesty doth call for you And for your Grace and you my noble Lo Qu Catesby we come Lords will you go with vs. Ry. Madame we will attend your grace Exeunt man Ri. Glo. I doe the wrong and first began to braule The secret mischiefes that I set abroach I lay vnto the grieuous charge of others Clarence whom I indeed haue laid in darkenes I doe beweepe to many simple gulâ— Namely to Hastings Darby Buckingham And say it is the Queene and her allies That stirre the King against the Duke my
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
brother Now they beleeue me and withall whet me To be reuenged on Ryuers Vaughan Gray But then I sigh and with a piece of scripture Tell them that God bids vs doe good for euill And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odde ends stolne out of holy writ And seeme a Saint when most I play the Diuell But soft here come my executioners Enter Executioners How now my hardy stout resolued mates Are you now going to dispatch this deede Execu We are my Lord and come to haue the warrant That we may be admitted where he is Glo. It was well thought vpon I haue it here about me When you haue done repaire to Croâ—by place But sirs be sudden in the execuâ—â—on Withall obdurate doe not heare him pleade For Clarence is well spoken and perhaps May moue your harts to pitty if you marke him Exec. Tush feare not my Lo we will not stand to prate Talkers are no good doers be assured We come to vse our hands and not our tongues Gl. Your eies drop milstones when fooles eies drop tears I like you lads about your busines Exeunt Enter Clarence Brokenbury Brok. Why lookes your grace so heauily to day Clar. Oh I haue past a miserable night So full of vgly sights of gastly dreames That as I am a christian faithfull man I would not spend another such a night Though t were to buy a world of happy daies So full of dismall terror was the time Brok. What was your dreame I long to heare you tell it Cla. Me thoughts I was imbarkt for Burgundy And in my company my brother Glocester Who from my cabbine tempted me to walke Vpon the hatches thence we lookt toward England And cited vp a thousand fearefull times During the wars of Yorke and Lancaster That had befallen vs as we pact along Vpon the giddy footing of the hatches Me thought that Glocester stumbled and in stumbling Stroke me that thought to stay him ouer board Into the tumbling billowes of the maine Lord Lord me thought what paine it was to drowne What dreadfull noise of waters in my eares What vgly sights of death within my eies Me thought I sawe a thousand fearefull wracks Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed vpon Wedges of gold great anchors heapes of pearle Inestimable stones vnualued Iewels Some lay in dead mens sculs and in those holes Where eies did once inhabite there were crepâ— As t were in scorne of eies reflecting gems Which woed the sâ—â—my bottome of the deepe And mockt the dead bones that lay scattered by Brok. Had you such leisure in the time of death To gaze vpon the secrets of the deepe Clar. Me thought I had for still the enuious sâ—oud Kept in my soule and would not let if fooâ—th To seeke the emptie vast and wandering aire But smotheâ—ed it within my panting bulke Which almost burst to belch it in the sea Brok. Awakt you not with this â—ore agony Cla. O no my dreame was lengthned after life O then began the tempest to my soule Who past me thought the melancholy floud With that grim ferrâ—man which Poets write of Vnto the kingdome of perpetuall night The first that there did greet my stranger soule Was my great father in law renowmed Warwicke Who cried alowd what scourge for periury Can this darke monarchy affoord false Clarence And so he vanisht then came wandring by A shadow like an angell in bright haire Dabled in bloud and he squakt out alowd Clarence is come false fleeting periurd Clareneâ— That stabd me in the field by Teuxbery Seaze on him furies take him to your tormeâ—ts With that me thoughts a legion of foule fiendâ— Enuirond me about and howled in mine eares Such hideous cries that with the very noise I trembling wakt and for a season after Could not beleeue but that I was in hell Such terrible impression made the dreame Bro. No marueile my Lo though it affâ—â—â—hted you I promise you I am afraid to heare you tell it Cla. O Brokenbury I haue done those things Which now beare euidence against my soule For Edwards sake and see how he requites me I pray thee gentle keeper stay by me My soule is heauy and I faine would sleepe Bro. I will my Lo God giue your Grace good rest Sorrowe breake seasons and reposing howers Makes the night morning and the noonetide night Princes haue but their titles for their glories An outward honouâ— for an inward toile And for vnfelt imagination They often feele a world of resâ—lesse cares So that beâ—wixt their titles and lowe names Thereâ— nothing differs but the outward fame The murtherers enter In Gods name what are you and how came you hither Execu I would speake with Clarence and I came hither on my legs Bro. Yea are you so briefe 2 Exe. O sir it is better to be briefe then tedious Shew him our commission talke no more He readeth it Bro. I am in this commanded to deliuer The noble Duke of Clarence to your hands I will not reason what is mean thereby Because I wil be guiltles of the meaning Here are the keies there sits the Duke a sleepe I le to his Maiesty and certifie his Grace That thus I haue resignd my charge to you Exe. Doe so it is a point of wisedome 2 What shall I stab him as he sleepes 1 No then he will say t was done cowardly When he wakes 2 When he wakes Why foole he shall neuer wake till the iudgement day 1 Why then he will say we stabd him sleeping 2 The vrging of that word Iudgement hath bred A kind of remorse in me 1 What art thou afraid 2 Not to kill him hauing a warrant for it but to be daÌ„â—d For killing him from which no warrant can defend vs. 1 Backe to the Duke of Glocester tell him so 2 I pray thee stay a while I hope my holy humor will Change t was wont to hold me but while one would tel xx 1 How doest thou feelâ— thy selfe noâ— 2 Faith some certaine dregs of â—onscience are yet with in me 1 Remember our reward when the deede is done 2 Zounds he dies I had forgot the reward 1 Where is thy conscience now 2 In the Duke of Glocesters purse 1 So when he opens his purse to giue vs our reward Thy conscience flies out 2 Let it go thereâ—â—ew or none will entertaine it 1 How if it come to thee againe 2 I le not meddle with it it is a dangerous thing It makes a man a coward A man cannot steale But it accuseth him he cannot sweare but it checks him He cannot lie with his neighbor wife but it detects Him It is a blushing shamefast spirit that mutinies In a mans bosome it filâ— one full of obstacleâ— It made me once restore a purse of gold that I found It beggers any man that keepes it it is turned out of all Townes and Cittles for a dangerous thing and euery Man that meanes to liue wel endeuors to trust to To
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.
I mother but I would not haue it so Dut. Why my young Cosen it is good to growe Yor. Grandam one night as we did sit at supper My Vnckle Riuers talkt how I did grow More then my brother I quoth my Nnckle Glocester Small herbes haue grace great weedes grow apace And since me thinkes I would not grow so fast Because sweete flowers are slow and weedes make haste Dut. Good faith good faith the saying did not hold In him that did obiect the same to thee He was the wretchedst thing when he was young So long a growing and so leisurely That if this were a true rule he should be gratious Car. Why Madame so no doubt he is Dut. I hope so too but yet let mothers doubt Yor. Now by my troth if I had beene remembred I could haue giuen my Vnckles grace a flout That should haue neerer toucht his growth then he did mine Dut. How my prety Yorke I pray thee let me heare it Yor. Mary they say my Vnckle grew so fast That he could gnaw a crust at two houres olde T was full two yeares ere I could get a tooth Granam this would haue heene a biting iest Dut. I pray thee prety Yorke who tolde thee so Yor. Granam his nurse Dut. His nurse why she was dead ere thou wert borne Yor. If t were not she I cannot tell who tolde me Qu. A perilous boy go to you are too shrewde Car. Good Madame be not angry with the childe Qu. Pitchers haue eares Enter Dorset Car. Here comes your sonne Lo M. Dorset What newes Lo Marques Dor. Such newes my Lo as grieues me to vnfolde Qu. How fares the Prince Dor. Well Madame and in health Dut. What is thy newes then Dor. Lo Riuers and Lo Gray are sent to Pomfret With them Sir Thomas Vaughan prisoners Dut. Who hath committed them Dor. The mighty Dukes Glocester and Buckingham Car. For what offence Dor. The summe of all I can I haue disclosed Why or for what these nobles were committed Is all vnknowen to me my gratious Lady Qu. Ay me I see the downfall of our house The tyger now hath ceazd the gentle hinde Insulting tyranny beginnes to iet Vpon the innocent and lawlesse throane Welcome destruction death and massacre I see as in a mappe the ende of all Du. Accursed and vnquiet wrangling daies How many of you haue mine eies beheld My husband lost his life to get the crowne And often vp and downe my sonnes were tost For me to ioy and weepe their gaine and losse And being seated and domestike broiles Cleane ouerblowne themselues the conquerours Make warre vpon themselues bloud against bloud Selfe against selfe O preposterous And frantike outrage ende thy damned spleene Or let me die to looke on death no more Qu. Come come my boy we will to sanctuary Dut. I le go along with you Qu. You haue no cause Car. My gratious Lady go And thither beare your treasure and your goods For my part I le resigne vnto your Grace The seale I keepe and so betide to me As well I tender you and all of yours Come I le conduct you to the sanctuary Exeunt The Trumpets sound Enter young Prince the Dukes of Glocester and Buckingham Cardinall c. Buc. Welcome sweete Prince to London to your chamber Glo. Welcome deare Cosen my thoughts soueraigne The weary way hath made you melancholy Prin. No Vnckle but our crosses on the way Haue made it tedious wearisome and heauy I want more Vnckles here to welcome me Glo. Sweete Prince the vntainted vertue of your yeres Hath not yet diued into the worlds deceit Nor more can you distinguish of a man Then of his outward shew which God he knowes Sâ—â—dome or neuer iumpeth with the heart Those Vnckles which you want were dangerous Your Grâ—ce attended to their sugred words But lookt not on the poison of their hearts God keepe you from them and from such false friends â—ri God keepe me from false friends but they wer none Glo. My Lo the Maior of London comes to greete you Enter Lord Maior Lo M. God blesse your grace with health and happy daies Prin. I thanke you good my Lo and thanke you all I thought my mother and my brother Yorke Would long ere this haue met vs on the way Fiâ— what a slug is Hastings that he comes not To tell vs whether they will come or no Enter L. Hast. Buck. And in good time here comes the sweating Lo Pri. Welcome my Lo what will our mother come Hast. On what occasion God he knowes not I The Queene your mother and your brother Yorke Haue taken sanctuary The tender Prince Would faine haue come with me to meete your Grace But by his mother was perforce withheld Buc. Fie what an indirect and peeuish course Is this of hers Lo Cardinall will your grace Perswade the Queene to send the Duke of Yorke Vnto his Princely brother presently If she deny Lo Hastings go with him And from her iealous armes plucke him perforce Car. My Lo of Buckingham if my weake oratory Can fâ—om his mother winne the Duke of Yorke Anone expect him here but if she be obdurate To milde entreaties God in heauen forbid We should infringe the holy priuiledge Of blessed sanctuary not for all this land Would I be guilty of so deepe a sinne Buck. You are too sencelesse obstinate my Lo Too ceremonious and traditionall Weigh it but with the grossenes of this agâ— You breake not sanctuary in seazing him The benefit thereof is alwaies granted To those whose dealings haue deserude the place And those who haue the wit to claime the place This Prince hath neither claimed it nor deserued it And therefore in mine opinion cannot haue it Then taking him from thence that is not there You breake no priuiledge nor charter there Oft haue I heard of sanctuary men But sanctuary children neuer till now Car. My Lo you shall ouerrule my minde for onâ—e Come on Lo Hastings will you go with me Hast. I go my Lord. Prin. Good Lords make all the speedy hast you may Say Vnckle Glocester if our brother come Where shall we soiourne till our coronation Glo. Where 〈◊〉 seemes best vnto your royall selfe If I may councell you some day or two Your highnes shall repose you at the tower Then where you please and shal be thought most fit For your best health and recâ—cation Prin. I doe not like the â—ower of any place Did Iulius Caesar build that place my Lord Buc. He did my gratious Lo begin that place Which since succeeding ages haue reedisied Prin. Is it vpon record or els reported Successiuely from age to age he built it Buc. Vpon record my gratiouâ— Lo Pri. But say my Lo it were not registred Me thinkes the truth should liue from age to age As t were retailde to all posterity Euen to the generall all-ending day Glo. So wise so young they say doe neuer liue long Pri. What say you Vnckle Glo. I
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
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