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King EDWARD the Fourth.


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


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,
Tis not the king, that sends you to the Tower; I will deliver you, or else lie for you:
That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower;
From whence this present day he is deliver'd ?


Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my. time But the queen's kindred, and night-walking
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, heralds
And that so lamely and unfashionable,

That trudge betwixt the king and mistress Shore.
That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them Heard you not, what an humble suppliant
Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery ?
Have no delight to pass away the time;

Glo: Humbly complaining to her deity,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun,

Got my lord chamberlain his liberty.
And descant on mine own deformity ;

I'll tell

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,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days, To be her men, and wear her livery:
I am determined to prove a villain,

The jealous o’erworn widow, and herself,
And hate the idle pleasures of these days. Since that our brotherdubb’d them gentlewomen,
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,

Are mighty gossips in this monarchy.
By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams, Brak. I beseech your graces both to pardon me;
To set my brother Clarence, and the king, His majesty hath straitly given in charge,
In deadly hate, the one against the other :

That no man shall have private conference,
And, if king Edward be as true and just,

Of what degree soever, with his brother.
As I am subtle, false, and treacherous,

Glo. Even so ? an please your worship, Braa
This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up;

About a prophecy, which says—that G

You may partake of any thing we say:
Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.

We speak no treason, man ;-We say, the king
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here Clarence Is wise, and virtuous ; and' his noble queen

Well struck in years; fair, and not jealous :

Enter CLARENCE, guarded, and BRAKENBURY. A cherry lip,


that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot,
Brother, good day : What means this armed A bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue ;

And the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks :
How say you, sir ? can you deny all this?

Brak. With this, my lord, myself have nought
Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed
This conduct to convey me to the Tower.

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,
Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of Were best to do it secretly, alone.

Brak. What one, my lord ?
He should, for that, commit your godfathers
0, belike
, his majesty hath some intent,

Glo. Her husband, knave :-Would'st thou

betray me?
shall be new christen'd in the Tower.
But what's the matter, Clarence? may I know?

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

will obey.
He hearkens after prophecies, and dreams ;
And from the cross-row plucks the letter G,

Glo. We are the queen's abjects, and must obey.
And says—a wizard told him, that by G

Brother, farewell : I will unto the king ;

And whatsoe'er you will employ me in, -
And, for my name of George begins with G,

Were it to call king Edward's widow-sister,
I will perform it to enfranchise you.

Meantime, this deep disgrace in brotherhood,
Have mor’d his highness to commit me now.

Touches me deeper than you can imagine.
Glo. Why, this it is, when men are rul'd by

Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well.
Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be



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That waits upon your grace ?

Clar. His majesty,


to do.

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 tempers him to this extremity.
Was it not she

, and

that good man of worship, Antony Woodeville, her brother there,

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Mean time have patience.
Clar. I must perforce ; farewell.
[Excunt Clarence, Brakexbury, and Guards.
Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er

Simple, plain Clarence !- I do love thee so,
That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven,
If heaven will take the present at our hands.
But who comes here? the new-deliver'd I lastings:

We are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe.

Clar. By heaven, I think, there is no man


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Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster !

Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood !
Hast. Good time of day unto my gracious lord! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost,

Gło. As much unto my good lord chamberlain! To hear the lamentations of poor Anne,
Well are you welcome to this open air. Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son,
Ilow hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment? Stabb’d by the self-same hand, that made these
Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners wounds!
must :

Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life,
But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks, I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes :-
That were the cause of my imprisonment. o, cursed be the hand, that made these holes !
Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Cla- Cursed the heart that had the heart to do it!
rence too;

Cursed the blood, that let this blood from hence!
For they, that were your enemies, are his, More direful hap betide that hated wretch,
And have prevaild as much on him, as you. That makes us wretched by the death of thee,
Hast. More pity, that the eagle should be Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads,

Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives!
While kites and buzzards prey at liberty. If ever he have child, abortive be it,
Glo. What news abroad?

Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,
Hast. Nonewsso bad abroad, as this at home;– Whose ugly and unnatural aspect
The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy, May fright the hopeful mother at the view;
And his physicians fear him mightily.

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;

fin pass.

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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

hath him.
From cold and empty veins, where no blood

Anne. He is in heaven, where thou shalt never
Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural,

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

thither; death!

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
Which his hell-govern'ð arm hath butchered !


. Lady, you know no rules of charity, Glo. So will it, madam, till I lie with you.
Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses. Anne. I hope so.
Anne. Villain, thou know'st no law of God Glo. I know so.—But, gentle lady Anne, -
nor man;

To leave this keen encounter of our wits,
No beast so fierce, but knows some touch of pity. And fall somewhat into a slower method ;-
Cto. But I know none, and therefoream nobeast. Is not the causer of the timeless deaths
Anne. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth! Of these Plantagenets, Henry, and Edward,

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,
For these known evils, but to give me leave, So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.
By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self. Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide,
Glo. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me

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
Anne. Fouler than heart can think thee, thou wreck ;
canst make

You should not blemish it, if I stood by:
No excuse current, but to hang thyself.

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.
Anae. Why then, they are not dead :

Glo. It is a quarrel most unnatural,
Put dead they are, and, "devilish slave, by thee. To be revenged on him that loveth thee.
Glo. I did not kill your husband.

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. In thy soul's throat thou liest ; queen

Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the
Margaret saw

earth. Thy murderous faulchion smoking in his blood;

Glo. He lives, that loves you better than he The which thouoncedidst bend against her breast,

But that thy brothers beat aside the point.

Anne. Name him,
. I was provoked by her sland'rous tongue,

Glo. Plantagenet.
That laid their guilt upon any guiltless shoulders. Anne. Why, that was he.
Anne. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind,

Glo. The self-same name, but one of better
That never dreamt on aught but butcheries :

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.

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Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad. Glo. Then man
Out of my sight! thou dost infect mine eyes. Was never true.
Glo. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected Anne. Well, well, put up your sword.

Glo. Say then, my peace is made.
Anne. 'Would they were basilisks, to strike Anne. That shall you know
thee dead !

Glo. I would they were, that I might die at Glo. But shall I live in hope ?
once ;

Anne. All men,
For now they kill me with a living death. I hope, live so.
Those yes of thine from mine have drawn salt Glo. Vouchsafe to wear this ring.

Anne. To take is not to give.
Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops:

[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,


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