KING RICHARD THE THIRD. ACT I. SCENE I. London. A street. Enter RICHARD, DUKE OF GLOUCESTER, solus, Glou. Now is the winter of our discontent But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty 19 feature a fine presence, a good make-up, 10 20 30 By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams, Of Edward's heirs the murtherer shall be. Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here Clarence comes. Enter CLARENCE, guarded, and BRAKENBURY. Brother, good day: what means this armed guard Clar. His majesty, Tend'ring my person's safety, hath appointed Clar. Because my name is George. Glou. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours; He should, for that, commit your godfathers: O, belike his majesty hath some intent That you shall be new christen'd in the Tower. 40 50 But what's the matter, Clarence? may I know? Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know; for I protest As yet I do not: but, as I can learn, He hearkens after prophecies and dreams; 60 Glou. Why, this it is, when men are rul'd by women: 'Tis not the King that sends you to the Tower; My Lady Grey his wife, Clarence, 't is she Was it not she and that good man of worship, That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower, Clar. By heaven, I think there's no man is secure 55 cross-row the row of letters in the primer, whence "cris-cross-row" (that is, Christ-cross, etc.), because a cross was prefixed to the first line. 73 Mistress Shore Jane Shore, the beautiful mistress of Edward IV. who used her power over him always for good. Heard ye not what an humble suppliant Glou. Humbly complaining to her deity The jealous o'erworn widow and herself, Brak. Beseech your graces both to pardon me; That no man shall have private conference, Glou. Even so; an 't please your worship, Brakenbury, We speak no treason, man: we say the King A cherry lip, a bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue; And that the Queen's kindred are made gentlefolks : 80 90 Brak. With this, my lord, myself have nought to do. Glou. Naught to do with Mistress Shore! I tell thee, fellow, He that doth naught with her, excepting one, Were best he do it secretly, alone. Brak. What one, my lord? Glou. Her husband, knave: wouldst thou betray me? Forbear your conference with the noble duke. Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey. Brother, farewell: I will unto the King; And whatsoever you will employ me in, Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well. Meantime, have patience. 97 nought 100 abjects nothing; naught something naughty. 100 ΠΙΟ Clar. [Exeunt Clarence, Brakenbury, and Guard. I must perforce. Farewell. Glou. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return, Enter LORD HASTINGS. Hast. Good time of day unto my gracious lord! Glou. As much unto my good Lord Chamberlain ! Well are you welcome to the open air. How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment? Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners must: 120 Glou. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence too; 130 For they that were your enemies are his, And have prevail'd as much on him as you. Hast. More pity that the eagle should be mew'd, While kites and buzzards prey at liberty. Glou. What news abroad? Hast. No news so bad abroad as this at home; The King is sickly, weak and melancholy, And his physicians fear him mightily. Glou. Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad indeed. O, he hath kept an evil diet long, And overmuch consum'd his royal person: "T is very grievous to be thought upon. What, is he in his bed? Hast. He is. Glou. Go you before, and I will follow you. He cannot live, I hope; and must not die Till George be pack'd with post-horse up to heaven. Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy, For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter. The which will I; not all so much for love 137 fear him 155 wench Virgin Mary. fear for him. 140 [Exit Hastings. 150 girl, young woman, without any disparaging sense: applied even to the |