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should say,

Yet lives our pilot still : Is't meet, that he
Should leave the helm, and like a fearful lad,

March. Enter, at a distance, King EDWARD, With tearful eyes add water to the sea,

CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces And give more strength to that which hath too much; K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock,

thorny wood,
Whrich industry and courage might have sav'd ? Which, by the heavens' assistance, and your strength,
Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this! Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.
Say, Warwick was our anchor ; What of that ?

I need not add more fuel to your fire,
And Montague our top-mast; What of him? For, well I wot, ye blaze to burn them out :
Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; What of these? Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords.
Why, is not Oxford here another anchor ?

Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I
And Somerset another goodly mast ?
The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? My tears gainsay ; for every word I speak,
And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I

Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes. For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge?

Therefore, no more but this : — Henry, your soveWe will not from the helm, to sit and weep;

reign, But keep our course, though the rough wind say Is prisoner to the foe ; his state usurp'd, no,

His realm a slaughterhouse, his subjects slain, From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck.

His statutes cancell’d, and his treasure spent ; As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair. And yonder is the wolf, that makes this spoil. And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea ?

You fight in justice; then, in God's name, lords, What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit

Be valiant, and give signal to the fight. And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock ?

(Exeunt both armies. All these the enemies to our poor bark. Say, you can swim ; alas, 'tis but a while :

SCENE V. - Another Part of the same. Tread on the sand; why there you quickly sink : Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off,

Alarums : Ercursions : and afterwards a retreat.

Then, enter King EDWARD, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, Or else you famish, that's a threefold death.

and Forces : with QUEEN MARGARET, OXFORD, This speak I, lords, to let you understand,

and SOMERSET, prisoners. In case some one of you would fly from us, That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers,

K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous More than with ruthless waves, with sands and

broils. rocks.

Away with Oxford to Hammes' castle straight : Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided,

For Somerset, off with his guilty head. Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear.

Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak. Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant Orf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with spirit

words. Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,

Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my forInfuse his breast with magnanimity, And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.

[Ereunt Oxford and SOMERSET, guarded. I speak not this, as doubting any here :

Q. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous For, did I but suspect a fearful man,

world, He should have leave to go away betimes ;

To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. Lest, in our need, he might infect another,

K. Edw. Is proclamation made, - that, who And make him of like spirit to himself.

finds Edward, If any such be here, as God forbid !

Shall have a high reward, and he his life? Let him depart, before we need his help.

Glo. It is : and lo, where youthful Edward comes. Oxf. Women and children of so high a courage !

Enter Soldiers, with PRINCE EDWARD.
And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.
O, brave young prince! thy famous grandfather

K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him Doth live again in thee; Long may'st thou live,

speak. To bear his image, and renew his glories !

What! can so young a thorn begin to prick ? Som. And he that will not fight for such a hope,

Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day,

For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.

And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to? Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset ; — sweet Ox- Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious ford, thanks.

York ! Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath no- Suppose, that I am now my father's mouth; thing else.

Resign thy chair, and, where I stand, kneel thou,

Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee, Enter a Messenger.

Which, traitor, thou would'st have me answer to. Mess. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand, Q. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so reReady to fight; therefore be resolute.

solv'd! Oxf. I thought no less : it is his policy,

Glo. That you might still have worn the pettiTo haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.

coat, Som. But he's deceiv’d, we are in readiness. And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster. Q. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your for- Prince. Let Æsop fable in a winter's night; wardness.

His currish riddles sort not with this place. Oxf. Here pitch our battle ; hence we will not Glo By heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that budge.

word.

tune.

men.

say rather :

Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this

prince !

[Erit, led out forcibly. Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive scold. K. Edw. Where's Richard gone ? Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crook-back Clar. To London, all in post ; and, as I guess, rather.

To make a bloody supper in the Tower. K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head. tongue.

Now march we hence : discharge the common sort Clar. Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert. With pay and thanks, and let's away to London,

Prince. I know my duty, you are all undutiful : And see our gentle queen how well she fares; Lascivious Edward, and thou perjur'd George, - By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. [Exeunt. And thou misshapen Dick, - I tell ye all, I am your better, traitors as ye are ;

SCENE VI. - London. A Room in the Tower, And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer

King Henry is discovered sitting with a book in his here.

[Stabs him.

hand, the Lieutenant attending. Enter GLOSTER. Glo. Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony.

Gło. Good day, my lord! What, at your book [Glo. stabs him.

so hard ? Clar. And there's for twitting me with perjury. K. Hen. Ay, my good lord : My lord, I should

(Clar. slabs him. Q. Mar. O, kill me too !

'Tis sin to flatter, good was little better : Glo. Marry, and shall. [Offers to kill her. Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike, X. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord. too much,

Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves : we must conGlo. Why should she live, to fill the world with

fer.

(Exit Lieutenant. words?

K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the K. Edw. What! doth she swoon? use means for

wolf : her recovery.

So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother;

And next his throat unto the butcher's knife. I'll hence to London on a serious matter :

What scene of death hath Roscius now to act ? Ere ye coma there, be sure to hear some news.

Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; Clar. What? what?

The thief doth fear each bush an officer. Glo. The Tower! the Tower !

[Erit. K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in a bush, Q. Mar. 0, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mo- With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush : ther, boy!

And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Canst thou not speak? - O traitors ! murderers ! - Have now the fatal object in my eye, They, that stabb’d Cæsar, shed no blood at all, Where my poor young was lim’d, was caught, and Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,

kill'd. If this foul deed were by, to equal it.

Glo. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete, He was a man : this, in respect, a child;

That taught his son the office of a fowl ? And men ne'er spend their fury on a child.

And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd. What's

's worse than murderer, that I may name it? K. Hen. I, Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus; No, no; my heart will burst, an if I speak : – Thy father, Minos, that denied our course; And I will speak, that so my heart may burst. The sun, that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy, Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals !

Thy brother Edward; and thyself, the sea, How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd ! Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life. You have no children, butchers ! if you had, Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words! The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse : My breast can better brook thy dagger's point, But, if you ever chance to have a child,

Than can my ears that tragick history. Look in his youth to have him so cut off,

But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life? As, deathsmen ! you have rid this sweet young

Glo. Think'st thou, I am an executioner ? prince!

K. Hen. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art; X. .Edw. Away with her ; go, bear her hence If murdering innocents be executing, perforce.

Why, then thou art an executioner.
Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, despatch me Glo. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.

K. Hen. Hadst thou been kill'd, when first thou Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death :

didst presume, What! wilt thou not? - then, Clarence, do it thou. Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine.

Clar. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease. And thus I prophecy, - that many a thousand, Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do ; sweet Clarence, do Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear; thou do it.

And many an old man's sigh, and many a widows Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear, I would not And many an orphan's water-standing eye, do it?

Men for their sons, wives for their husbands' fate, Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thy- And orphans for their parents' timeless death, self:

Shall rue the. hour that ever thou wast born. 'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.

The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign; What ! wilt thou not? where is that devil's butcher, The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time; Hard-favour'd Richard ? Richard, where art thou Dogs howl’d, and hideous tempests shook down trees; Thou art not here: Murder is thy alms-deed ; The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top, Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back. And chattering pies in dismal discords sung.

K. Edw. Away, I say ; I charge ye, bear her hence. Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain,

here;

back :

And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope ; Re-purchas'd with the blood of enemies.
To wit, -
- an indigest deformed lump,

What valiant foe-men, like to autumn's corn, Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.

Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride ? Teeth hadst thou in thy head, when thou wast born, Three dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd To signify, thou cam'st to bite the world :

For hardy and undoubted champions : And, if the rest be true which I have heard, Two Cliffords, as the father and the son, Thou cam'st

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 sound : speech :

[Stabs him. With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.

Montague, K. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter after That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion, this.

And made the forest tremble when they roar'd. O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! (Dies. Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat,

Glo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster And made our footstool of security. – Sink in the ground ? I thought it would have come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy: mounted.

Young Ned, for thee, thine unc'es, and myself, See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's death! Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night; O, may such purple tears be alway shed

Went all a foot in summer's scalding heat, From those that wish the downfal of our house ! That thou might'st repossess the crown in 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 thither, Glo. I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid ;

[Stabs him again. For yet I am not look'd on in the world. I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.

This shoulder was ordain’d so thick, to heave; Indeed, 'tis true, that Henry told me of;

And heave it shall some weight, or break my For I have often heard my mother say, I came into the world with my legs forward : Work thou the way, - and thou shalt execute. Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,

Aside. And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right?

K. Edw. Clarence, and Gloster, love my lovely The midwife wonder'd : and the women cried,

queen, 0, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!

And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both. And so I was; which plainly signified —

Clar. The duty, that I owe unto your majesty, That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, K. Edw. Thanks, noble Clarence ; worthy broLet hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.

ther, thanks. I have no brother, I am like no brother :

Glo. And, that I love the tree from whence thou And this word — love, which greybeards call divine,

sprang'st, Be resident in men like one another,

Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit : And not in me; I am myself alone.

the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master Clarence, beware ; thou keep'st me from the light; And cried — all hail ! when as he meant

Aside. 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 delights, That Edward shall be fearful of his life;

Having my country's peace, and brothers' loves. And, then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death. Clar. What will your grace have done with MarKing Henry, and the prince his son, are gone : Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest Reignier, her father, to the king of France Counting myself but bad, till I be best.

Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem, I'll throw thy body in another room,

And hither have they sent it for her ransome. And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom.. [Ent. K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence to

France. SCENE VII.-The same. A Room in the Palace. And now what rests, but that we spend the time

With stately triumphs, mirthful comick shows, King EDWARD is discovered sitting on his throne ;

Such as befit the pleasures of the court ? Queen ELIZABETH with the infant Prince, CLA- Sound, drums and trumpets ! — farewell, sour RENCE, GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and others, near him. K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal For here, I hope, begins' our lasting joy, throne,

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KING EDWARD THE FOURTH.

Sir RICHARD RATCLIFF. EDWARD, Prince of Wales, after

Sir William CATESBY. wards King Edward V. sons to the King. Sir James TYRREL. RICHARD, Duke of York.

Sir James BLOUNT. GEORGE, Duke of Clarence,

Sir WALTER HERBERT.

brothers to the Richard, Duke of Gloster, after

Sir Robert BRAKENBURY, Lieutenant of the Tower. wards King Richard III.

King.

CHRISTOPHER URSWICK, a Priest.
A young Son of Clarence.

Another Priest.
Henry, Earl of Richmond, afterwards King Lord Mayor of London,
Henry VII.

Sheriff of Wiltshire.
CardinAL BOURCHIER, Archbishop of Canterbury.
Thomas Rotheram, Archbishop of York.

ELIZABETH, Queen of King Edward IV.
John Morton, Bishop of Ely.

MARGARET, widow of King Henry VI. DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.

Duchess of York, mother to King Edward IV. DUKE OF NORFOLK.

Clarence, and Gloster. EARL or SURREY, his son.

Lady Anne, widow of Edward, Prince of Wales,
EARL Rivers, brother to King Edward's Queen. son to King Henry VI. ; afterwards married to
MARQUIS OF DORSET and Lord GREY, her sons. the Duke of Gloster.
EARL OF OXFORD.

A young Daughter of Clarence.
Lord HASTINGS.
Lord STANLEY.

Lords, and other Atlendants ; twn Gentlemen, a LORD LOVEL.

Pursuivant, Scrivener, Citizens, Murderer3, MesSir THOMAS VAUGHAN.

sengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, fc. SCENE, -ENGLAND.

ACT 1.

SCENE I. - London. A Street.

But I, - that am not shap'd for sportive tricks,

Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; Enter GLOSTER.

I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty; Glo. Now is the winter of our discontent, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph ; Made glorious summer by this sun of York; I, that am cúrtail'd of this fair proportion, And all the clouds, that lowr'd upon our house, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, In the deep bosom of the ocean bury'd.

Deform’d, unfinish'd, sent before my time Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; And that so lamely and unfashionable, Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them; Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; Have no delight to pass away the time; And now — instead of mounting barbed steeds, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,

And descant on mine own deformity ; He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber,

And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover, To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.

To entertain these fair well-spoken days,

comes.

tray me?

And says

I am determined to prove a villain,

We say, that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

A cherry lip, Plots bave I laid, inductions dangerous,

A bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue : By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams, And the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks : To set my brother Clarence, and the king,

How say you, sir ? can you deny all this? In deadly hate the one against the other :

Brak. With this, my lord, myself have nought And, if king Edward be as true and just,

to da As I am subtle, false, and treacherous,

Glo. Naught to do with mistress Shcre? I tell This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up;

thee, fellow, About a prophecy, which says that G

He that doth naught with her, excepting one, Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.

Were best to do it secretly, alone. Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here Clarence Brak. What one, my lord ?

Glo. Her husband, knave: – Would'st thou beEnter CLARENCE, guarded, and BRAKENBURY.

Brak. I beseech your grace to pardon me; and, Brother, good day: What means this armed guard,

withal, That waits upon your grace ?

Forbear your conference with the noble duke. Clar.

His majesty,

Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed

will obey. This conduct to convey me to the Tower.

Glo. We are the queen's abjects, and must obey. Glo. Upon what cause ?

Brother, farewell : I will unto the king ; Clar.

Because my name is - George. And whatsoe'er you will employ me in, Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours; Were it, to call king Edward's widow — sister, He should, for that, commit your godfathers : I will perform it, to enfranchise you. O, 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 protest, Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long; As yet I do not : But, as I can learn,

I will deliver you, or else lie for you : He hearkens after prophecies, and dreams;

Mean time, have patience. And from the cross-row plucks the letter G,

Clar.

I must perforce; farewell. - a wizard told him, that by G

(Ereunt CLARENCE, BRAKENBURY, and 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 it is, when men are rusd by | But who comes here? the new-deliver'd Hastings?

Enter HASTINGS. 'Tis not the king, that sends you to the Tower; My lady Grey, his wife, Clarence, 'tis she,

Hast. Good time of day unto my gracious lord ! That tempers him to this extremity.

Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain ! Was it not she, and that good man of worsnip, Well are you welcome to this open air. Antony Woodeville, her brother there,

How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment ? That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower ; Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners From whence this present day he is deliver'd ?

must : We are not safe, Clarenco, we are not safe.

But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks, Clar. By heaven, I think, there is no man secure, That were the cause of my imprisonment. But the queen's kindred, and night-walking heralds Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence That trudge betwixt the king and mistress Shore. Heard you not, what an humble suppliant

For they, that were your enemies, are his, Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery ?

And have prevail'd as much on him, as you. Glo. Humbly complaining to her deity

Hast. More pity, that the eagle should be mew'd, Got my lord chamberlain his liberty.

While kites and buzzards prey at liberty. I'll tell you what, — I think, it is our way,

Glo. What news abroad? If we will keep in favour with the king,

Hast. No news so bad abroad, as this at home ; — To be her men, and wear her livery :

The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy, The jealous o'er-worn widow, and herself,

And his physicians fear him mightily. Since that our brother dubb'd them gentlewomen, Glo. Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad indeed. Are mighty gossips in this monarchy.

O, he hath kept an evil diet long, Brak. I beseech your graces both to pardon me;

And over-much consum'd his royal person; His majesty hath straitly given in charge,

'Tis very grievous to be thought upon. That no man shall have private conference,

What, is he in his bed ? Of what degree soever, with his brother.

Hast.

He is. Glo. Even so ? an please your worship, Braken- Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you. bury,

[Exit Hastings. u may partake of any thing we say :

He cannot live, I hope ; and must not die, We speak no treason, man - We say, the king Till George be pack'd with posthorse up to heaven. is wise, and virtuous; and his noble queen

I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence, Well struck in years; fair, and not jealous : –

With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments :

women:

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