Buck. My lord, I claim your gift, my due by promise, K. Rich. Stanley, look to your wife: if she convey Buck. What says your highness to my just demand ? Did prophesy that Richmond should be king, When Richmond was a little peevish boy. Buck. My lord! K. Rich. How chance the prophet could not at that time Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him? Buck. My lord! K. Rich. Ay, what's o'clock ? Buck. I am thus bold to put your grace in mind Of what you promis'd me. K. Rich. Well, what's o'clock ? Well, let it strike. Buck. Upon the stroke of ten. Buck. Why let it strike ? K. Rich. Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'st the stroke Betwixt thy begging and my meditation. I am not in the giving vein to-day. Buck. Why, then, resolve me whether you will or no. K. Rich. Tut, tut, Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein. Buck. Is it even so? Rewards he my true service [Exeunt all but Buckingham. 90 [Exit. With such contempt? Made I him king for this ? The same. Enter TYRREL. Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody deed is done. 100 Which once,' quoth Forrest, almost chang'd my mind; Enter KING RICHARD. K. Rich. Kind Tyrrel, am I happy in thy news? Tyr. If to have done the thing you gave in charge Beget your happiness, be happy then, For it is done, my lord. K. Rich. But didst thou see them dead? And buried, gentle Tyrrel? Tyr. The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them; K. Rich. Come to me, Tyrrel, soon, at after-supper, 110 [Exit Tyrrel. 120 The son of Clarence have I pent up close; Cate. My lord! Enter CATESBY. K. Rich. Good news or bad, that thou com'st in so bluntly? Cate. Bad news, my lord: Ely is fled to Richmond; And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welshmen, Is in the field, and still his power increaseth. K. Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me more near.— Come, muster men: my counsel is my shield; Before the palace. Enter QUEEN MARGARET. Q. Mar. Here in these confines slily have I lurk'd, To watch the waning of mine adversaries. A dire induction am I witness to, 131 [Exeunt. And will to France, hoping the consequence 140 Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH and the DUCHESS OF YORK. Q. Eliz. Ah, my young princes! Ah, my tender babes! If yet your gentle souls fly in the air, Hover about me with your airy wings, And hear your mother's lamentation! Duch. So many miseries have craz'd my voice, That my woe-wearied tongue is mute and dumb. Blind sight, dead life, poor mortal living ghost, Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth. 150 [Sitting down. Q. Eliz. O, that thou wouldst as well afford a grave, As thou canst yield a melancholy seat! Then would I hide my bones, not rest them here. [Sitting down by her. Q. Mar. If ancient sorrow be most reverend, [Sitting down with them. Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine. Duch. O Harry's wife, triumph not in my woes! God witness with me, I have wept for thine. Q. Mar. Bear with me; I am hungry for revenge, And now I cloy me with beholding it. 160 Q. Eliz. O, thou didst prophesy the time would come That I should wish for thee to help me curse. Q. Mar. Forbear to sleep the nights, and fast the days; Compare dead happiness with living woe; Think that thy babes were fairer than they were, Revolving this will teach thee how to curse. Q. Eliz. My words are dull; O, quicken them with thine! mine. Duch. Why should calamity be full of words? [Exit. 170 Q. Eliz. Let them have scope: though what they do impart Help not at all, yet do they ease the heart. Enter KING RICHARD, marching, with drums and trumpets. K. Rich. Who intercepts me in my expedition? Duch. O, she that might have intercepted thee, From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done! Q. Eliz. Hidest thou that forehead with a golden crown. Tell me, thou villain slave, where are my children? Duch. Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy brother Clarence ? And little Ned Plantagenet, his son? Q. Eliz. Where is kind Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey? K. Rich. A flourish, trumpets! strike alarum, drums! Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women 181 Rail on the Lord's anointed: strike, I say! [Flourish. Alarums. Either be patient, and entreat me fair, Or with the clamorous report of war Thus will I drown your exclamations. K. Rich. Ay, I thank God, my father, and yourself. Which cannot brook the accent of reproof. Duch. O, let me speak! I will be mild and gentle. 190 K. Rich. And brief, good mother; for I am in haste. God knows, in anguish, pain and agony. K. Rich. And came I not at last to comfort you P Thou camest on earth to make the earth my hell. That ever graced me in thy company? K. Rich. If I be so disgracious in your sight, Duch. 200 Duch. Hear me a word; For I shall never speak to thee again. K. Rich. So. Duch. Either thou wilt die, by God's just ordinance, Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror, Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish, And never look upon thy face again. Therefore take with thee my most heavy curse; Which, in the day of battle, tire thee more Than all the complete armour that thou wear'st! Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end. 210 [Exit. Q. Eliz. Though far more cause, yet much less spirit to curse Abides in me; I say amen to all. K. Rich. Stay, madam; I must speak a word with you. For thee to murder: for my daughters, Richard, K. Rich. You have a daughter call'd Elizabeth, Q. Eliz. And must she die for this ? O, let her live! K. Rich. You speak as if that I had slain my cousins. Madam, so thrive I in my enterprise, As I intend more good to you and yours Than ever you or yours were by me wrong'd! Q. Eliz. What good is cover'd with the face of heaven, K. Rich. The advancement of your children, gentle lady. Tell me what state, what dignity, what honour, Canst thou demise to any child of mine? K. Rich. Even all I have; yea, and myself and all, Will I withal endow a child of thine; So in thy angry soul thou drown those wrongs, Which thou suppòsest I have done to thee. Q. Eliz. Be brief. K. Rich. Then, from my soul I love thy daughter. 220 229 240 Q. Eliz. So from thy soul's love didst thou love her brothers. K. Rich. Be not so hasty to confound my meaning: I mean, that with my soul I love thy daughter, And mean to make her queen of England. That would I learn of you, Q. Eliz. How canst thou woo her? |