K. Edu. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death, And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave? My brother kill'd no man,-his fault was thought, And yet his punishment was bitter death. Who su'd to me for him? who, in my wrath, Kneel'd at my feet, and bade me be advis'd? Who spoke of brotherhood? who spoke of love? [Who told me how the poor soul did forsake The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me? Who told me, in the field at Tewksbury, 111 When Oxford had me down, he rescu'd me, And said, Dear brother, live, and be a king"] 66 Had so much grace to put it in my mind. 120 But when your carters or your waiting-vassals Have done a drunken slaughter, and defac'd The precious image of our dear Redeemer, You straight are on your knees for pardon, pardon; all And I, unjustly too, must grant it you:— Come, Hastings, help me to my closet.- 131 Daugh. Why do you weep so oft, and beat your breast, And cry, "O Clarence, my unhappy son!" And call us orphans, wretches, castaways, Duch. My pretty cousins, you mistake me both; I do lament the sickness of the king, 5 Ungracious, impious, without religious grace. Still, constantly. Told me, the king, provok'd to it by the queen, And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice! Duch. Ay, boy. Son. I cannot think it.-Hark! what noise is this?] Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, distractedly; RIVERS and DORSET following her. Q. Eliz. O, who shall hinder me to wail and weep, To chide my fortune, and torment myself? I'll join with black despair against my soul, And to myself become an enemy. [Duch. What means this scene of rude impatience? Q. Eliz. To make an act of tragic violence:Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead! Why grow the branches when the root is gone? 41 Why wither not the leaves that want their sap? 1 Prayers, a dissyllable here. 2 Incapable, unable to comprehend. 4 60 Clarence and Edward. O, what cause have I- How can we aid you with our kindred tears? Daugh. Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd; Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept! Q. Eliz. Give me no help in lamentation; I am not barren to bring forth complaints: All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, That I, being govern'd by the watery moon, May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! 70 Ah for my husband, for my dear lord Edward! Children. Ah for our father, for our dear lord Clarence! Duch. Alas for both, both mine, Edward and Clarence! Q. Eliz. What stay had I but Edward? and he's gone. Children. What stay had we but Clarence?? and he's gone. Duch. What stays had I but they? and they are gone. 3 One false glass, i.e. her son Richard, Duke of Gloster. To over-go, to exceed. Q. Eliz. Was never widow had so dear1 a loss! Children. Were never orphans had so dear a loss! Duch. Was never mother had so dear a loss! 80 Alas, I am the mother of these griefs! Dor. Comfort, dear mother: God is much displeas'd 89 That you take with unthankfulness his doing: In common worldly things 't is call'd ungrateful With dull unwillingness to repay a debt Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent; Much more to be thus opposite with heaven, For it requires the royal debt it lent you. Rie. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother, Of the young prince your son: send straight for him; Let him be crown'd; in him your comfort lives: Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave, And plant your joys in living Edward's throne. Enter GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, HASTINGS, RATCLIFF, and others. 100 Hither to London, to be crown'd our king. Riv. Why with some little train, my Lord of Buckingham? Buck. Marry, my lord, lest, by a multitude, The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out; [Which would be so much the more dangerous By how much the state's green and yet ungovern'd: Where every horse bears his commanding rein, And may direct his course as please himself, As well the fear of harm as harm apparent," In my opinion, ought to be prevented.] 131 Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old. Third Cit. Stood the state so? No, no, good friends, God wot;3 For then this land was famously enrich'd With politic grave counsel; then the king 20 Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace. First Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father and mother. Third Cit. Better it were they all came by his father, Or by his father there were none at all; 30 And were they to be rul'd, and not to rule, Third Cit. When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; You cannot reason7 almost with a man 40 |