Richard the Third (Folio 1, 1623)
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Enter Richard and Buckingham at seuerall Doores.
2215Buck. Now by the holy Mother of our Lord,
¶The Citizens are mum, say not a word.
¶Buck I did, with his Contract with Lady Lucy,
¶And his Contract by Deputie in France,
¶And his enforcement of the Citie Wiues,
¶His Tyrannie for Trifles, his owne Bastardie,
¶As being got, your Father then in France,
2225Withall, I did inferre your Lineaments,
¶Being the right Idea of your Father,
¶Layd open all your Victories in Scotland,
2230Your Bountie, Vertue, faire Humilitie:
¶Indeed, left nothing fitting for your purpose,
¶And when my Oratorie drew toward end,
¶I bid them that did loue their Countries good,
2235Cry, God saue Richard, Englands Royall King.
¶But like dumbe Statues, or breathing Stones,
¶Star'd each on other, and look'd deadly pale:
2240Which when I saw, I reprehended them,
¶To be spoke to, but by the Recorder.
¶Then he was vrg'd to tell my Tale againe:
2245Thus sayth the Duke, thus hath the Duke inferr'd,
¶When he had done, some followers of mine owne,
¶At lower end of the Hall, hurld vp their Caps,
2250And thus I tooke the vantage of those few.
¶Thankes gentle Citizens, and friends, quoth I,
¶Argues your wisdome, and your loue to Richard:
¶And euen here brake off, and came away.
¶Would they not speake?
¶Will not the Maior then, and his Brethren, come?
2260And looke you get a Prayer-Booke in your hand,
¶And stand betweene two Church-men, good my Lord,
¶For on that ground Ile make a holy Descant:
2265Rich. I goe: and if you plead as well for them,
¶Buck. Go, go vp to the Leads, the Lord Maior knocks.
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Enter the Maior, and Citizens.
2270Welcome, my Lord, I dance attendance here,
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Enter Catesby.
¶request?
2275Catesby. He doth entreat your Grace, my Noble Lord,
¶To visit him to morrow, or next day:
¶He is within, with two right reuerend Fathers,
¶Diuinely bent to Meditation,
¶And in no Worldly suites would he be mou'd,
2280To draw him from his holy Exercise.
¶Buck. Returne, good Catesby, to the gracious Duke,
¶Tell him, my selfe, the Maior and Aldermen,
¶In deepe designes, in matter of great moment,
2285Are come to haue some conference with his Grace.
¶Buck. Ah ha, my Lord, this Prince is not an Edward,
¶He is not lulling on a lewd Loue-Bed,
¶But on his Knees, at Meditation:
2290Not dallying with a Brace of Curtizans,
¶But meditating with two deepe Diuines:
¶But praying, to enrich his watchfull Soule.
¶Happie were England, would this vertuous Prince
2295Take on his Grace the Soueraigntie thereof.
¶nay.
¶Buck. I feare he will: here Catesby comes againe.
2300
Enter Catesby.
¶Now Catesby, what sayes his Grace?
¶Such troopes of Citizens, to come to him,
¶His Grace not being warn'd thereof before:
2305He feares, my Lord, you meane no good to him.
¶Suspect me, that I meane no good to him:
¶By Heauen, we come to him in perfit loue,
2310When holy and deuout Religious men
¶Are at their Beades, 'tis much to draw them thence,
¶So sweet is zealous Contemplation.
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Enter Richard aloft, betweene two Bishops.
2315men.
¶To stay him from the fall of Vanitie:
¶And see a Booke of Prayer in his hand,
¶True Ornaments to know a holy man.
2320Famous Plantagenet, most gracious Prince,
¶Lend fauourable eare to our requests,
¶And pardon vs the interruption
¶Of thy Deuotion, and right Christian Zeale.
2325I doe beseech your Grace to pardon me,
¶Deferr'd the visitation of my friends.
¶But leauing this, what is your Graces pleasure?
2330And all good men, of this vngouern'd Ile.
¶And that you come to reprehend my ignorance.
¶Buck. You haue, my Lord:
2335Would it might please your Grace,
¶On our entreaties, to amend your fault.
¶The Supreme Seat, the Throne Maiesticall,
2340The Sceptred Office of your Ancestors,
¶Your State of Fortune, and your Deaw of Birth,
¶The Lineall Glory of your Royall House,
¶To the corruption of a blemisht Stock;
2345Which here we waken to our Countries good,
¶The Noble Ile doth want his proper Limmes:
¶His Face defac'd with skarres of Infamie,
¶His Royall Stock grafft with ignoble Plants,
¶Which to recure, we heartily solicite
¶Your gracious selfe to take on you the charge
¶And Kingly Gouernment of this your Land:
¶Not as Protector, Steward, Substitute,
2355Or lowly Factor, for anothers gaine;
¶Your Right of Birth, your Empyrie, your owne.
¶For this, consorted with the Citizens,
¶Your very Worshipfull and louing friends,
2360And by their vehement instigation,
¶Or bitterly to speake in your reproofe,
¶Best fitteth my Degree, or your Condition.
¶Tongue-ty'd Ambition, not replying, yeelded
¶To beare the Golden Yoake of Soueraigntie,
¶Which fondly you would here impose on me.
¶Then on the other side I check'd my friends.
¶Definitiuely thus I answer you.
¶And that my Path were euen to the Crowne,
¶As the ripe Reuenue, and due of Birth:
¶So mightie, and so manie my defects,
¶Being a Barke to brooke no mightie Sea;
2385And in the vapour of my Glory smother'd.
¶But God be thank'd, there is no need of me,
¶And much I need to helpe you, were there need:
¶The Royall Tree hath left vs Royall Fruit,
¶Which mellow'd by the stealing howres of time,
2390Will well become the Seat of Maiestie,
¶And make (no doubt) vs happy by his Reigne.
¶On him I lay that, you would lay on me,
¶The Right and Fortune of his happie Starres,
¶Which God defend that I should wring from him.
¶But the respects thereof are nice, and triuiall,
¶You say, that Edward is your Brothers Sonne,
¶So say we too, but not by Edwards Wife:
2400For first was he contract to Lady Lucie,
¶To Bona, Sister to the King of France.
2405A Care-cras'd Mother to a many Sonnes,
¶Made prize and purchase of his wanton Eye,
¶Seduc'd the pitch, and height of his degree,
¶By her, in his vnlawfull Bed, he got
¶This Edward, whom our Manners call the Prince.
¶More bitterly could I expostulate,
2415I giue a sparing limit to my Tongue.
¶Then good, my Lord, take to your Royall selfe
¶This proffer'd benefit of Dignitie:
¶Yet to draw forth your Noble Ancestrie
2420From the corruption of abusing times,
¶Vnto a Lineall true deriued course.
¶Maior. Do good my Lord, your Citizens entreat you.
2425Rich. Alas, why would you heape this Care on me?
¶I am vnfit for State, and Maiestie:
¶I cannot, nor I will not yeeld to you.
2430Loth to depose the Child, your Brothers Sonne,
¶And gentle, kinde, effeminate remorse,
¶Which we haue noted in you to your Kindred,
¶And egally indeede to all Estates:
2435Yet know, where you accept our suit, or no,
¶But we will plant some other in the Throne,
¶And in this resolution here we leaue you.
2440Come Citizens, we will entreat no more.
Exeunt.
¶If you denie them, all the Land will rue it.
¶Rich. Will you enforce me to a world of Cares.
¶Call them againe, I am not made of Stones,
2445But penetrable to your kinde entreaties,
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Enter Buckingham, and the rest.
¶Since you will buckle fortune on my back,
2450To beare her burthen, where I will or no.
¶I must haue patience to endure the Load:
¶But if black Scandall, or foule-fac'd Reproach,
¶Your meere enforcement shall acquittance me
2455From all the impure blots and staynes thereof;
¶For God doth know, and you may partly see,
¶say it.
¶Long liue King Richard, Englands worthie King.
¶All. Amen.
¶Buck. To morrow then we will attend your Grace,
¶Rich. Come, let vs to our holy Worke againe.
Exeunt.
