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Prirue. I know my duty, you are all undu. | Now march we hence: discharge the common tiful:
(dop, Lascivious Edward, - and thou perjur'a With pay and thanks, and let's away to LonAnd thou misshapen Dick, I tell you all, And see our gentle queen how well she fares; I am your better, traitors as ye are;
By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine.
[Exeunt. K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here.
(Stabs him. SCENE VI.-London.-A Room in the Tower. Glo. Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy King Henry is discovered sitting with a Book agony:
[Glo. stabs him.
in his Hand, the Lieutenant attending. Enter Clar. And there's for twitting me with per- GLOSTER. jury. [CLAR. stubs him.
Glo. Good day, my lord! What, at your Q. Mar. O, kill me too!
book so hard ? Glo. Marry, and shall. [Offers to kill her. K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have
K. Hen. Ay, my good lord: My lord, I
should say rather; done too much. Gl. Why should she live, to fill the world Good Gloster,
and good devil, were alike,
"Tis sin to flatter, good was little better : with words ?*
And both preposterous; therefore, not good Q. Edw. What! doth she swoon? use means
lord. for her recovery.
Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my
[Exit Lieutenant. brother ;
K. Hen. So flies the reckless* shepherd from l'll hence to London on a serious matter:
the wolf: Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, Clar. What? what?
And next his throat unto the butcher's knife. Glo. The Tower, the Tower! [Exit. What scene of death hath Roscius now to act? Q. Mar. 0, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy!
Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty
mind; Canst thou not speak?--0 traitors! mur. The thief doth fear each bush an officer. They, that stabb'd Cæsar, shed no blood at all,
K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in a Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,
[bush: If this foul deed were by, to equal it. He was a man; this, in respect, a child;
With trembling wings misdoubteth t every And men ne'er spend their fury on a child. [it? Have now the fatal object in my eye,
And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, What's worse than murderer, that I may pame where my poor young
was lim'd, was caught, No, no; my heart will burst, an if I speak :
and kill'd. And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.
Glo. Why, what a peevisht fool was that of Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals!
And yet, for all his wings, the fool was The thought of them would have stirr'd up ro
K. Hen. I, Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus But, if you ever chance to have a child,
Thy father, Minos, that denied our course; Look in his youth to have him so cut off,
The sun, that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy, As, deathsmen! vou have rid this sweet young Thy brother Edward; and thyself,
the sea, prince! K. Exho. Away with her; go, bear her hence Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words !
Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life. perforce.
My breast can better brook thy dagger's point, Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, despatch Than can my ears that tragic history.-me here;
[death: But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life! Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my
Glo. Think'st thou, I am an executioner? What! wilt thou not?--then, Clarence, do it
K. Hen. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art; thou.
If murdering innocents be executing, Clar. By heaven, I will not do thee so much Why, the thou art an executioner.
Glo. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption. Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence,
K. Hen. Hadst thou been kill'd, when first do thou do it.
thou didst presume, Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear, I would Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine. not do it.
And thus I prophesy,—that many a thousand, Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thy: Which now mistrust no parcels of my fear; "Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity; [self; And many an old man's sigh, and many a wi. What! wilt thou not? where is that devil's
(thou? | And many an 'orphan's water-standing eye.--, Hard-favour'd Richard? Richard, where art Men for their sons, wives for their husvanus' Thou art not here: Murder is thy alms-deed;
fate, Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back. K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her Shall
rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
And orphans for their parents timeless death,hence.
The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign; Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to the night-crow cried, aboding luckless time; this prince! (Exit, led out forcibly. Dogs howl’d,
and hideous tempests shook dowa K. Edw. Where's Richard gone?
trees; Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guess, The raven rook’d|| her on the chimney's top, To make a bloody supper in the Tower. K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in
And chattering pies in dismal discords sung. his head.
* Careleas. + To nisdoubt is to suspect danger, to fear,
* Childish. ( No part of what my fears presage. Drapute, corriention.
To rank signified to squat down or lodge on any She alludes to the deser
thing. 2 N
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. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter
and Montague, after this.
That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion, O 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 mymounted.
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.
laid; 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 0, 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.
(so, I seal 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 barm. 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 bis 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 infunt 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. royai throne,
* Public abom
RING EDWARD THE FOURTH.
SIR WILLIAM CATESBY.-SIR JAMES TYREL. EDWARD, Prince of Wales, after-Sons to the Sik ROBERT BRAKENBURY, Lieutenant of the
Sir James BLOUNT.-Sir WALTER HERBERT. wards King Edward V.
King RICHARD, Duke of York.
Tower. GEORGE, Duke of Clarence,
CHRISTOPHER URSWICK, a Priest.-Another RICHARD, Duke of Gloster, af
Priest. the King.
LORD MAYOR OF LONDON.-SHERIFF OF WILT-
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 o. DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.
Wales, Son to King Henry VI.; after DUKE 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, dice
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;
Why I, in this weak piping time of peace,
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 chang'd to merry meetings, Plots have I laid, inductions* dangerous, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreamts, 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 a prophecy, which says--that G But 1,—that am not shapa 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 that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Brother, good day: What means this armed Deform'd, unfinish a, sent before my time
That waits upon your grace?
• Preparations for mischiet
Clar. His majesty,
Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenburg 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? Clur. 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.
[Exeunt CLARENCE, BRAKENBURY, 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 it 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; My lady'Grey, his wife, Clarence, 'tis she,
Enter HASTINGS. That tempers him to this extremity.
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 chamber. That 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 hath 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 Cla. Heard 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,-) 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, Hast. No news so bad abroad, as this at Since that our brother dubb’d then gentlewo
home;Are mighty gossips in this monarchy. [men, The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy, Brak. I beseech your graces both to pardon And his physicians fear him mightily. me ;
Glo. Now, by Saint Paul, this pews is bad His majesty' hath straitly given in charge, O, he hath kept an evil diet long, [indeed, That no man shall have 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 his 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 bé 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 kiodred are made gentlefolks: And, if I fail pot 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, kaave:—Would'st thou Is—to become her husband, and her father: betray me?
The which will l; not all so much for luve, Brak. I beseech your grace to pardon me; As for another secret close intent, and, withal,
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 subjects
+ Con feel
Warence still breathes: Edward still lives, Glo. Sweet saint, for charity be not so cursi. 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 hast made 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 Henry the Sixth, Behold this pattern of thy butcheries :
If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, borne in an open cofin, Gentlemen bearing O, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds halberts, to guard it; and Lady ANNE as Open their congeal’d 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! O God, which this blood madest, revenge his Thou 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'd son, Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murStabb'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! Cúrsed 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, Taken from Paul's to be interred there; For these known evils, but to give me leave, And, still as you are weary of the weight, By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self. Rest' you, whiles I lament king Henry's Glo. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let corse.
me have [The Bearers tuke up the corpse, and advance. Some patient leisure to excuse myself.
Anne. Fouler than heart can think thee, Enter GLOSTER.
thou canst make Glo. Stay you, that bear the corse, and set No excuse current, but to hang thyself. it down.
Glo. By such despair, 1 should accuse my. Anne. What black magician conjures up this
Anne. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand To stop devoted charitable deeds?
excus'd; Glo. Villains, set down the corse; or, by For doing worthy vengeance on thyself, Saint Paul,
That didst unworthy slaughter upon others. I'll make a corse of him that disobeys.
Glo. Say, that I slew them not? 1 Gent. My lord, stand back, and let the Anne. Why then, they are not dead:
But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by i Glo. Unmanner'd dog! stand thou when I thee. command:
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 dinne. 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 pows: over his mortal body, Glo. I was provoked by her sland'rous His soul thou canst not have; therefore, be
That laid their guilt upon my guikiless shoul. Tubaeal,