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KING RICHARD III.
PERSONS OF THE DRAVA.
King EDWARD the Fourth.
Sir WILLIAM CATESBY. Sir JAMES TYRREL EDWARD, prince of WALES,af
Sir JAMES BLOuXT. Sir WALTER HERBERT. terwards King Edward V. sons tothe King. Sir Robert BRAKENBURY, lieutenant of the RICHARD, duke of York.
Tower. George, duke of CLARENCE,
brothers to the
CHRISTOPHER URSWICK, a priest. Another RICHARD, duke of GLOSTER,
Priest. afterwards K. Richard III.S King.
Lord Mayor of London. Sheriff of Wiltshire, A young Son of CLARENCE. Henry, earl of Richmond, afterwards King ELIZABETH, queen of king Edward IV.
HENRY VII. Cardinal BOURCHiER, archbishop of Canter-Duchess of YORK, mother to king Edward IV.,
MARGARET, widow of king Henry VI. Thomas Rotheram, archbishop of YORK,
CLARENCE, and Gloster. John Morton, bishop of Ely.
Lady Anne, widow of Edwardprince of Wales, Duke of BUCKINGHAM.
son to king Henry VI.; afterwards married
to the duke of GLOSTER. Duke of NORFOLK : Earl of SURREY, his son. Eurl Rivers, brother to king Edward's
A young Daughter of CLARENCE.
queen. Marquis of DORSET, and Lord Grey, her sons. Earl of Oxford. Lord Hastings. Lord STAN- | Lords, and other Attendants ; two Gentlemen, a Lord LOVEL.
Pursuivant, Scrivener, Citizens, Murderers, Sir Thomas VAUGHAN.
Messengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, 8c. Sir RICHARD RATCLIFF,
Grim visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled SCENE I.-London. A Sireet.
And now,-instead of mounting barbed steeds, Enter GLOSTER.
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,Glo. Now is the winter of our discontent
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber, Made glorious summer by this sun of York; To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. And all the clouds, that lower'd upon our house, But I,—that am not shap'a for sportive tricks
, In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass ; Noware our brows bound with victorious wreaths; \ 1, that am rudelystamp'd, and want love's majesty, Our brúised arms hung up for monuments; To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; Our stern alarums chang’å to merry meetings, I, that am curtails of this fair proportion, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
These, as I learn, and such like toys as these,
Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my. time But the queen's kindred, and night-walking
That trudge betwixt the king and mistress Shore.
Glo: Humbly complaining to her deity,
Got my lord chamberlain his liberty.
you what, -I think, it is our way, And therefore,-since I cannot prove a lover,
If we will keep in favour with the king,
The jealous o’erworn widow, and herself,
Are mighty gossips in this monarchy.
That no man shall have private conference,
Of what degree soever, with his brother.
Glo. Even so ? an please your worship, Braa
You may partake of any thing we say:
We speak no treason, man ;-We say, the king
Well struck in years; fair, and not jealous :
that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot,
And the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks :
Brak. With this, my lord, myself have nought
Glo. Naught to do with mistress Shore ? I
tell thee, fellow, Clar. Because my name is–George.
He that doth naught with her, excepting one,
Brak. What one, my lord ?
Glo. Her husband, knave :-Would'st thou
Brak. I beseech your grace to pardon me;
and, withal, Clur. Yea, Richard, when I know ; for, i Forbear your conference with the noble duke. As yet I do not : But, as I can learn,
Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and
Glo. We are the queen's abjects, and must obey.
Brother, farewell : I will unto the king ;
And whatsoe'er you will employ me in, -
Were it to call king Edward's widow-sister,
Meantime, this deep disgrace in brotherhood,
Touches me deeper than you can imagine.
Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well.
That waits upon your grace ?
Clar. His majesty,
Glo. Upon what cause ?
His issue disinherited should be ;
It follows in his thought, that I am he:
My lady Grey, his wife, Clarence, 'tis she,
that good man of worship, Antony Woodeville, her brother there,
Mean time have patience.
We are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe.
Clar. By heaven, I think, there is no man
Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster !
Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood !
Gło. As much unto my good lord chamberlain! To hear the lamentations of poor Anne,
Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life,
Cursed the blood, that let this blood from hence!
Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives!
Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,
And that be heir to his unhappiness ! Glo. Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad If ever he have wife, let her be made indeed.
More miserable by the death of him, o, he hath kept an evil diet long,
Than I am made by my young lord, and thee! And over-much consum'd his royal person ; Come, now, toward Chertsey with your holy load, "Tis very grievous to be thought upon.
Taken from Paul's to be interred there; What, is he in his bed ?
And, still as you are weary of the weight, Hast. He is.
Rest you, whiles I lament king Henry's corse. Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you. [The Bearers take up the corpse, and advance.
[Erit Hastings. He cannot live, I hope ; and must not die,
Enter GLOSTER, Till George be pack'd with post-horse up to Glo. Stay you, that bear the corse, and set it heaven.
down. I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence, Anne. What black magician conjures up this With lies well steeld with weighty arguments; fiend, And, if I fail not in my deep intent,
To stop devoted charitable decds ? Cirence hath not another day to live :
Glo. Villains, set down the corse ; or, by Saint Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy, Paul, And icave the world for me to bustle in ! I'll make a corse of him that disobeys. Forth n I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter: i Gent. My lord, stand back, and let the cofWhat though I kill'd her husband, and her father? The readiest way to make the wench amends, Glo. Unmanner'd dog! stand thou, when I Is-to become her husband, and her father :
command : The which will I ; not all so much for love, Advance thy halberd higher than my breast, As for another secret close intent,
Or, by Saint Paul, i'll strike thee to my foot, By marrying her, which I must reach unto.
And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness
. But yet I run before my horse to market:
[The Bearers set down the coffin. Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives, and
Anne. What do you tremble? are you allafraid? reigns;
Alas, I blame you not, for you are mortal, Which they are gone, then must I count my gains. And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.
[Exit. Araunt, thou dreadful minister of hell !
Thou had'st but power over his mortal body, SCENE II.- The same. Another Street. His soul thou canst not have ; therefore, be gone.
Glo. Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst, Enter the corpse of King Henry the Sixth, borne
Anne. Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and in an open coffin, Gentlemen bearing halberds,
trouble us not ; to guard it; and Lady Anne as mourner.
For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell
, Anne. Set down, set down your honourable Filld it with cursing cries, and deep exclaims. load,
If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, If honour may be shrouded in a hearse, Behold this pattern of thy” butcheries:-Whilst I a while obsequiously lament O, gentlemen, see, see ! dead Henry's wounds The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster. Open their congcald mouths, and bleed afresh.Poor key-cod figure of a holy king!
Blush, blushi, thou lump of foul deformity;
ob l'ouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman,
For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood Glo. The fitter for the King of heaven, that
Anne. He is in heaven, where thou shalt never
come. Prorokes this deluge most unnatural.
Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send him O God, which this blood mad’st, revenge his
For he was fitter for that place, than earth, O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge
Anne. And thou unfit for any place but hell. death!
Glo. Yes, one place else, if you will hear me Either, heaven, with lightning strike the mur name it. derer dead,
Anne. Some dungeon. fotOr, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick ; Glo. Your bed-chamber.
As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood, Anne. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou
. Lady, you know no rules of charity, Glo. So will it, madam, till I lie with you.
To leave this keen encounter of our wits,
Glo. More wonderful, when angels are so As blameful as the executioner ?
Anne. Thou wast the cause, and most accurs'd
effect. Of these supposed evils, to give me leave, Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect; By circumstance, but to acquit myself.
Your beauty, which did haunt me in my sleep,
. Vouchsafe, diffus'd infection of a man, To undertake the death of all the world,
These nails should rend that beauty from my have
cheeks. Some patient leisure to excuse myself.
Glo. These eyes could not endure that beauty's
You should not blemish it, if I stood by:
As all the world is cheered by the sun,
. By such despair I should accuse myself. So I by that; it is my day, my life.
. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand Anne. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death For doing worthy vengeance on thyself,
Glo, Curse not thyself, fair creature ; thou art Thou didst unworthy slaughter upon others.
both. Gh. Say, that I slew them not?
Anne. I would I were, to be reveng'd on thee.
Glo. It is a quarrel most unnatural,
Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable, inne. Why, then he is alive.
To be reveng'd on hin that kill’d my husband. Glo. Nay, be is dead; and slain by Edward's Glo. He, that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband, hand
Did it to help thee to a better husband.
Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the
earth. Thy murderous faulchion smoking in his blood;
Glo. He lives, that loves you better than he The which thouoncedidst bend against her breast,
Anne. Name him,
Glo. The self-same name, but one of better
nature, Didst thoy not kill this king?
Anne, Where is he?
Glo. Here: [She spits at him.] Why dost Anne. Dost grant me, hedge-hog? then, God
thou spit at me? grant me too,
Anne. 'Would it were mortal poison, for thy Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed! sake! 0, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous.
Glo. Never came poison from so sweet a place.
Glo. I grant ye.
Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad. Glo. Then man
Glo. Say then, my peace is made.
Anne. All men,
Anne. To take is not to give.
[She puts on the ring. These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear, Glo. Look, how this ring encompasseth thy Not when my father York and Edward wept,
finger, To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; When black-fac'd Clifford shook his sword at Wear both of them, for both of them are thine. him:
And if thy poor devoted servant may Nor when thy warlike father, like a child, But beg one favour at thy gracious hand, Told the sad story of my father's death ; Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever. And twenty times made pause, to sob, and weep, Anne. What is it? That all the standers-hy had wet their cheeks, Glo. That it may please you leave these sad Like trees bedash'd with rain : in that sad time designs Ny manly eyes did scorn an humble tear ; To him that hath more cause to be a mourner, And what these sorrows could not thence exhale, And presently repair to Crosby-place: Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with | Where-after I have solemnly interr’d, weeping.
At Chertsey monast'ry, this noble king, I never sued to friend, nor enemy;
And wet his grave with my repentant tears, – Nytongue could never learn sweet soothing word; I will with all expedient duty see you : But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you, My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to Grant me this boon.
[She looks scornfully at him. Anne. With all my heart ; and much it joys Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made
me too, For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. To see you are become so penitent.If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,
Tressel and Berkley, go along with me. Lo! here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword; Glo. Bid me farewell. Which if thou please to hide in this true breast, Anne. 'Tis more than you deserve : And let the soul forth that adoreth thee, But, since you teach me how to flatter you, I lay it naked to the deadly stroke,
Imagine I have said farewell already. And humbly beg the death upon my knee.
(Ereunt Lady Anne, Tressel, and Berkley. [He lays his breast open ; she offers at it Glo. Take up the corse, sirs. with his sword.
Gent. Towards Chertsey, noble lord ? Nay, do not pause ; for I did kill king Henry ; Glo. No, to White-Friars; there attend my But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me.
coming. [Ereunt the rest, with the corse. Nay, now despatch ; 'twas I, that stabb’d young Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Edward ;
[She again offersathis breast. Was ever woman in this humour won ? But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on. I'll have her,—but I will not keep her long.
[She lets fall the sword. What! I, that killd her husband, and his father, Take up the sword again, or take up me. To take her in her heart's extremest hate; Anne. Arise, dissembler ; though I wish thy With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, death,
The bleeding witness of her hatred by; I will not be thy executioner.
With God, her conscience, and these bars against Glo. 'Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. me, Аппе. . have already.
And I no friends to back my suit withal, Glo. That was in thy rage :
But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, Speak it again, and even with the word, And yet to win her,-all the world to nothing! This hand, which, for thy love, did kill thy love, Ha! Shall, for thy love, kill á far truer love; Hath she forgot already that brave prince, To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary. Edward, her lord, whom I some three months Anw. I would, I knew thy heart.
since, Clo. 'Tis figur'd in
Stabb’d in my angry mood at Tewksbury? Jiy tonic.
A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,Arne. I fear me, both are false.
Tram'd in the prodigality of nature,