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Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, Re-purchas'd with the blood of enemies.
And two Northumberlands; two braver men Glo. I'll hear no more;-Die, prophet, in thy Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's speech;
sound : For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd. With them, the two brave bears, Warwick K. Hén. Ay, and for much more slaughter
and Montague, after this.
That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion, (God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.
[Dies. Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat, Glo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lan. And made our footstool of security.caster
Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy:Sink in the ground? I thought it would have Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles, and my. mounted.
(night; See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's Have in our armours watch'd the winter's 0, may such purple tears be always shed Went all a foot in summer's scalding heat, From those that wish the downfal of our That thou might'st repossess the crown in house !
peace; If any spark of life be yet remaining,
And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain. Down, down to hell, and say I sent thee Glo. I'll blast his harvest, if your head were thither,
[Stabs him again. I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.- For yet I am not look'd on in the world. Indeed, 'tis true, that Henry told me of; This shoulder was ordain'd so thick, to heave; For I have often heard my mother say,
And heave it shall some weight, or break my I came into the world with my legs forward :
back:Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste, Work thou the way,-and thou shalt execute. And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right?
(Aside. The midwife wonder'd; and the women cried, K. Edw. Clarence, and Gloster, love my O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!
lovely queen; And so I was; which plainly signified- And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both. That I should snarl, and bite, and play the
Clar. The duty that I owe unto your majesty, dog.
upon the lips of this sweet babe. Then since the heavens have shap'd my body K. Edw. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.
brother, thanks. I have no brother, I am like no brother:
Glo. And, that I love the tree from whence And this word-love, which greybeards call thou sprang'st, divine,
Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit:Be resident in 'men like one another,
To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his And not in me; I am myself alone. - (light;
Aside. Clarence beware; thou keep'st me from the And cried-all hail! when as he meant But I will sort* a pitchy day for thee:
-all harm. For I will buz abroad such prophecies,
K. Edw. Now am I seated as my soul de. That Edward shall be fearful of his life ;
lights, And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death. Having my country's peace, and brothers King Henry, and the prince his son, are gone:
loves. Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest; Clar. What will your grace have done with Counting myself but bad, till I be best.
Margaret? I'll throw thy body in another room,
Reignier, her father, to the king of France And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom. Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,
[Exit. And hither have they sent it for her ransom.
K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence SCENE VII.-The same. -A Room in the
And now what rests, but that we spend the King EDWARD is discovered sitting on his With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows,
Throne; Queen ELIZABETH with the infant Such as befit the pleasures of the court ?Prince, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and Sound, drums and trumpets !-farewell, sour others, near him.
annoy! K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. royal throne,
(Excunt. Public showe.
LIFE AND DEATH
KING RICHARD III.
KING EDWARD THE Fourth.
SIR WILLIAM CATESBY.-SIR JAMES TYREL. EDWARD, Prince of Wales, after-) Sons to the SIR JAMES BLOUNT.—Sir WALTER HERBERT. wards King Edward V.
King. RICHARD, Duke of York.
Sir Robert BRAKENBURY, Lieutenant of tho
Tower. GEORGE, Duke of Clarence,
CHRISTOPHER URSWICK, a Priest.-Another RICHARD, Duke of Gloster, af
Priest. terwards King Richard'III.S the King.
LORD MAYOR OF LONDON.-SHERIFF OF WILTA young Son of Clarence.
Elizabeth, Queen of King Edward IV. CARDINAL BOUCHIER, Archbishop of Canter- MARGARET, Queen of King Henry VI. bury.
Duchess of YORK, Mother to King Edward THOMAS Rotheram, Archbishop of York. IV., CLARENCE, and Gloster. JOHN MORTON, Bishop of Ely.
LADY ANNE, Widow of Edward, Prince of DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.
Wales, Son to King Henry VI.; afterDukt OF NORFOLK : EARL OF SURREY, his Son. wards married to the Duke of Gloster. EARL Rivers, Brother to King Edward's A young DAUGHTER of Clarence.
Queen: MARQUIS OF Dorset, and LORD GREY, her Lords, and other Attendants; two Gentlemen, Sons.
a Pursuivant, Scrivener, Citizens, Mur. EARL OF Oxford.-LORD Hastings.- LORD derers, Messengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, &c.
STANLEY, LORD LOVEL.
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, SCENE 1.-London.-A Street.
And that so lamely and unfashionable,
That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them; Enter GLOSTER.
Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Glo. Now is the winter of our discontent Have no delight to pass away the time; Made glorious summer by this sup of York; Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And all the clouds, that lowr'd upon our house, and descant on mine own deformity; In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. And therefore,-since I cannot prove a lover, Now are our brows bound with victorious To entertain these fair well-spoken day8,wreaths ;
I am determined to prove a villain, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; And hate the idle pleasures of these days. Our stern alarums.changa to merry meetings, Plots have I laid, inductions* dangerous, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams, Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled To set my brother Clarence, and the king, front;
In deadly hate the one against the other: And now,-instead of mounting barbedt steeds, And, if king Edward be as true and just, To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
As I am subtle, false, and treacherous, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber, This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up; To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
About á prophecy, which says--that G But 1,--that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be. Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass, Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here ClaI that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's
majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
Enter CLARENCE, guarded, and BRAKENBURY, I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Brother, good day: What means this armed Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform’d, unfinish’d, sent before my time
That waits upon your grace?
* Preparations for mischief.
Clar. His majesty,
Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed and will obey. This conduct to convey me to the Tower. Glo. We are the queen's abjects,* and must Glo. Upon what cause?
obey. Clar. Because my name is-George.
Brother, farewell: I will unto the king; Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of And whatsoever you will employ me in,yours;
Were it, to call king Edward's widow-sisHe should, for that, commit your godfathers :- I will perform it to enfranchise you. (ter,0, belike, his majesty hath some intent, Mean time, this deep disgrace in brotherhood, That you shall be new christen'd in the Tower, Touches me deeper than you can imagine. But what's the matter, Clarence? may I know? Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well. Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know; for I Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be protest,
I will deliver you, or else lie for you: [long; As yet I do not: but, as I can learn,
Mean time, have patience. He hearkens after prophecies, and dreams; Clar. I must perforce; farewell. And from the cross-row plucks the letter G, [Exeunt CLARENCE, BRAKENBUR Y, and And says—a wizard told him, that by G
Guard. His issue disinherited should be;
Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er And, for my name of George begins with G,
return, It follows in his thought, that I am he: Simple, plain Clarence !-I do love thee so, These, as I learn, and such like toys* as these, That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven, Have mov'd his highness to commit me now. If heaven will take the present at our hands. Glo. Why, this ii is, when men are ruld by But who comes here? the new-deliver'd Hast
ings? 'Tis not the king, that sends you to the Tower;
Hust. Good time of day unto my gracious Was it not she, and that good man of worship,
lord! Anthony Woodeville, her brother there, [er; Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberThat made him send surd Hastings to the Tow. Well are you welcome to this open air. [lain! From whence this present day he is deliver'd! | How bath your lordship brook'd imprisonWe are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe.
ment? Clar. By heaven, I think, there is no man se- Hust. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners cure,
must: But the queen's kindred, and night-walking But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks, That trudge betwixt the king and mistress That were the cause of my imprisonment. Shore.
Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall ClaHeard you not, what an humble suppliant
rence too; Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery? For they, that were your enemies, are his,
Glo. Humbly complaining to her deity And have prevail'd as much on him, as you. Got my lord chamberlain his liberty.
Hast. More pity that the eagle should be I'll tell you what, I think, it is our way,
mewod, If we will keep in favour with the king, While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.. To be her men, and wear her livery:
Glo. What news abroad? The jealous o'er-worn widow, and herself,t Hast. No news so bad abroad, as this at Since that our brother dubb'd them gentlewo
home;Are mighty gossips in this monarchy. [men, The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy, Brak. I beseech your graces both to pārdon And his physicians fear.him mightily. me;
Glo. Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad His majesty' hath straitly given in charge, 0, he hath kept an evil diet long, (indeed. That no man shall bave private conference,
And over-much consum'd his royal person; Of what degree soever, with his brother. "Tis very grievous to be thought upon. Glo. Even so? an please your worship, Bra- What, is he in bis bed! kenbury,
Hast. He is. You may partake of any thing we say:
Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you. We speak no treason, man;- We say, the king
[Exit HASTINGS. Is wise, and virtuous; and' his noble queen He cannot live, I hope; and must not die, Well struck in years; fair, and not jealous: Till George be pack'd with posthorse up to We say, that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot,
heaven. A cherry lip,
I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence, A bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue;.
With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments; And the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks: And, if I fail not in my deep intent, How say you, Sir? can you deny all this? Clarence hath not another day to live : Brak. With this, my lord, myself have Which done, God take king Edward to his naught to do.
mercy, Glo. Naught to do with mistress Shore? I And leave the world for me to bustle in! tell thee, fellow,
For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest He that doth naught with her, excepting one,
(ther? Were best to do it secretly, alone.
What though I kill'd her husband and her fa. Brak. What one, my lord ?
The readiest way to make the wench amends, Glo. Her husband, knave:-Would'st thou Is to become her husband, and her father: betray me?
The which will l; not all so much for love, Brak. I beseech your grace to pardon me; As for another secret close intent, and, witbal,
By marrying her, which I must reach unto. Forbear your conference with the noble duke. But yet I run before my horse to market: * Fancies. + The Queen and Shore.
* Lowest of subjcets
Clarence still breathes: Edward still lives, Glo. Sweet saint, for charity be not so carst. and reigns;
Anne. Foul devil, for God's sakt, hence, When they are gone, then must I count my
and trouble us not; gains.
(Exit. For thou hastanade the happy earth thy hell,
Fill'd it with cursing cries, and deep exSCENE II.-The same.-Another Street.
claims. Enter the corpse of King Heney the Sixth, Behold this pattern of thy butcheries :
If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, borne in an open coffin, Gentlemen bearing O, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds halberts, to guard it; and Lady ANNE as
Open their congeald mouths, and bleed mourner.
afresh! Anne. Set down, set down your honourable Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity; load,
For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood If honour may be shrouded in a hearse, - From cold and empty veins, where no blood Whilst I a while obsequiously* lament
dwells; The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.- Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural, Poor key-cold figure of a holy king!
Provokes this deluge most unnatural. Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster! () God, which this blood madest, revenge his Tbou bloodless remnant of that royal blood !
death! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost,
O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge To hear the lamentations of poor Anne,
his death! Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter's son, Either, heaven, with lightning strike the mur. Stabb’d by the self-same hand that made these
derer dead, wounds!
Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick; Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life, As thou dost swallow up this good king's I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes :
blood, 0, cursed be the hand that made these holes ! Which his hell-govern’d arm hath butchered! Cursed the heart, that had the heart to do it! Glo. Lady, you know no rules of charity, Cursed the blood, that let this blood from which renders good for bad, blessings for
hence! More direful hap betide that hated wretch, Anne. Villain, thou know'st no law of God That makes us wretched by the death of thee,
nor man; Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads, No beast so fierce, but knows some touch of Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives!
pity. If ever he have child, abortive be it,
Glo. But I know none, and therefore am no Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,
beast. Whose ugly and unnatural aspect
Anne. () wonderful, when devils tell the May fright the hopeful mother at the view;
truth! And that be heir to his unhappiness!
Glo. More wonderful, when angels are so If ever he have wife, let her be made
angry.More miserable by the death of him, [thee!- Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman, Than I am made by my young lord, and of these supposed evils, to give me leave, Come, now, toward Chertsey with your holy By circumstance, but to acquit myself. load,
Anne. Vouchsafe, diffus d infection of a man,
Anne. Fouler than heart can think thee,
thou canst make
Glo. By such despair, I should accuse my-
Anne. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand To stop devoted charitable deeds?
That didst unworthy slaughter upon others. I'll make a corse of him that disobeys.
Glo. Say, that I slew them not?
But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by
Glo. I did not kill your husband. Advance thy halbert higher than my breast, Anne. Why, then he is alive. Or, by Saint Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot, Glo. Nay, he is dead; and slain by EdAnd spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy bold.
ward's hand. ness. (The bearers set down the coffin. Anne. In thy soul's throat thou liest; queen Anne. What do you tremble? are you all
Margaret saw afraid?
Thy murderous faulchion smoking in his blood; Alas, I blame you not: for you are mortal, The which thou once didst bend against her And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil. –
breast, Avaunt thou dreadful minister of hell! But that thy brothers beat aside the point. Thou hadst but pown over bis mortal body, Glo. I was provoked by her sland'rous His soul thou canst not have; therefore, be tongue,
That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoul* Funereal.
Anne. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody Glo. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mind,
mine. That never dreamt on aught but butcheries : Anne. 'Would they were basilisks, to strike Didst thou not kill this king ?
thee dead! Glo. I grant ye.
Glo. I would they were, that I might die at Anne. Dost grant me, hedge-hog? then God
once; grant me too,
For now they kill me with a living death. Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed! Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt 0, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous.
[drops: Glo. The fitter for the King of heaven that Sham'd their aspects with store of childish hath him.
These eyes, which never shed remorseful Anne. He is in heaven, where thou shalt
Not, when my father York and Edward wept, Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made, him thither;
When black-fac'd Clifford shook his sword at For he was fitter for that place, than aarth.
him: Anne. And thou unfit for any place but hell. Nor when thy warlike father, like a child, Glo. Yes, one place else, if you will hear me Fold the sad story of my father's death; name it.
And twenty times made pause, to sob, and Anne. Some dungeon.
weep, Glo. Your bed-chamber,
That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks, Anne. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou Like trees bedash'd with rain: in that sad time, liest!
My nanly eyes did scorn an humble tear; Glo. So will it, madam, till I lie with you. And what these sorrows could not thence exAnne. I hope so.
sweeping Glo. I know so.-But, gentle lady Anne,- Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with To leave this keen encounter of our wits, I never su'd to friend, nor enemy; (word; And fall somewhat into a slower method; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing Is not the causer of the timeless deaths But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, Of these Plantagenets, Henry, and Edward, My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue As blameful as the executioner?
to speak. [She looks scornfully at him, Anne. Thou wast the cause, and most ac- Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made curs'd effect.
For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect; If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, Your beauty, which did haunt me in my sleep, Lo! here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword; To undertake the death of all the world, Which if thou please to hide in this true breast, So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. And let the soul forth that adoreth thee,
Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, These nails should rend' that beauty from my And humbly beg the death upon my knee. cheeks.
(He lays his breast open ; she offers at it with Glo. These eyes would not endure that beau
his sword. ty's wreck,
Nay, do not pause; for I did kill king Henry;You should not blemish it, if I stood by : But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. As all the world is cheered by the sun, Nay, now despatch ; 'twas I that stabb'd young So I by that; it is my day, my life.
Edward Anne. Black night o'ershade thy day, and
She again offers at his breast. death thy life!
But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me op. Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou
[She lets fall the sword. art both.
Take up the sword again, or take up me. Anne. I would I were, to be reveng'd on Anne: Arise, dissembler: though I wish thy thee. I will not be thy executioner.
[death, Glo. It is a quarrel most unnatural,
Glo. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee.
it. Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable, Anne. I have already. To be reveng'd on him that kill'd my hus- Glo. That was in thy rage: band.
Speak it again, and, even with the word, Glo. He that bereft thee, lady, of thy hus. This hand, which, for thy love, did kill thy band,
love, Did it to help thee to a better husband. Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love; Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary. earth.
Anne. I would, I knew thy heart. Glo. He lives, that loves you better than he Glo. "Tis figur'd in my tongue. could.
Anne. I fear me, both are false. Anne. Name bim.
Glo. Then man was never true, Glo. Plantagenet.
Anne. Well, well, put up your sword. Anne. Why, that was he.
Glo. Say then, my peace is made. Glo. The self-same name, but one of better Anne. That shall you know hereafter. nature.
Glo. But shall I live in hope? Anne. Where is he?
Anne. All men, I hope, live so. Glo. Here: [She spits ut him.] Why dost thou Glo. Vouchsafe to wear this ring. spit at me?
Anne. To take, is not to give. Anne. 'Would it were mortal poison, for thy
(She puts on the ring. sake!
Glo. Look, how this ring encompasseth thy Glo. Never came poison from so sweet a
Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad. Out of my sight! thon dost infect mine eyes.