Richard the Third (Quarto 1, 1597)
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Enter Glocester at one doore, Buckingham at another.
2215Buc. Now by the holy mother of our Lord,
¶The Citizens are mumme, and speake not a word.
¶His tyranny for trifles, his owne bastardy,
¶As beyng got, your father then in Fraunce:
2225Withall I did inferre your lineaments,
¶Beyng the right Idea of your father,
¶Laid open all your victories in Scotland:
2230Your bounty, vertue, faire humility:
¶Indeede left nothing fitting for the purpose
¶And when mine oratory grew to an ende.
¶I bid them that did loue their countries good,
¶Gazde each on other and lookt deadly pale:
2240Which when I saw, I reprehended them,
¶And askt the Maior, what meant this wilfull silence?
¶His answere was, the people were not wont
¶To be spoke to, but by the Recorder.
¶Then he was vrgde to tell my tale againe:
2245Thus, saith the Duke, thus hath the Duke inferd:
¶When he had done, some followers of mine owne
¶At the lower end of the Hall, hurld vp their caps,
¶Thankes louing Cittizens and friends quoth I,
¶Argues your wisedomes and your loue to Richard:
¶And so brake off and came away.
2255.1Buc. No by my troth my Lo:
¶Glo. Will not the Maior then, and his brethren come.
2260And looke you get a praier booke in your hand,
¶And stand betwixt two churchmen good my Lo:
¶For on that ground Ile build a holy descant:
¶Play the maides part, say no, but take it.
2270Now my L. Maior, I dance attendance heare,
2275Cates. My Lord, he doth intreat your grace
¶To visit him to morrow or next daie,
¶He is within with two right reuerend fathers,
¶Diuinely bent to meditation,
¶And in no worldly suite would he be mou'd,
¶Buck. Returne good Catesby to thy Lord againe,
¶Tell him my selfe, the Maior and Cittizens,
¶In deepe designes and matters of great moment,
2285Are come to haue some conference with his grace.
¶Buck. A ha my Lord this prince is not an Edward :
¶He is not lulling on a lewd day bed,
¶But on his knees at meditation:
2290Not dalying with a brace of Curtizans,
¶But meditating with two deepe Diuines:
¶But praying to inrich his watchfull soule.
¶Happy were England, would this gracious prince
¶What saies your Lord?
¶Such troupes of Cittizens to speake with him,
¶His grace not being warnd thereof before,
2305My Lord, he feares you meane no good to him.
¶Suspect me that I meane no good to him.
¶By heauen I come in perfect loue to him,
2310When hollie and deuout religious men,
¶Are at their beads, tis hard to draw them thence,
¶So sweet is zealous contemplation.
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Enter Rich. with two bishops a loste.
¶To staie him from the fall of vanitie,
2320Famous Plantaganet, most gracious prince,
¶Lend fauorable eares to our request,
¶And pardon vs the interruption
2325I rather do beseech you pardon me,
¶Neglect the visitation of my friends,
¶But leauing this, what is your graces pleasure?
2330And all good men of this vngouerned Ile.
¶And that you come to reprehend my ignorance.
¶At our entreaties to amend that fault.
¶The lineall glorie of your roiall house,
2345Which here we waken to our countries good,
¶This noble Ile doth want her proper limbes,
¶Her face defac't with scars of infamie,
¶Which to recure we hartily solicit,
2355Or lowlie factor for anothers gaine:
¶Your right of birth, your Emperie, your owne:
¶For this consorted with the Citizens
¶Your verie worshipfull and louing frinds,
2360And by their vehement instigation,
¶Or bitterlie to speake in your reproofe,
¶Best fitteth my degree or your condition:
¶And that my path were euen to the crown,
¶As my ripe reuenew and dew by birth,
¶So mightie and so many my defects,
¶As I had rather hide me from my greatnes,
¶Beeing a Barke to brooke no mightie sea,
¶Then in my greatnes couet to be hid,
2385And in the vapour of my glorie smotherd:
¶But God be thanked there's no need of me,
¶And much I need to helpe you if need were,
¶The roiall tree hath left vs roiall fruit,
¶Which mellowed by the stealing houres of time,
¶And make no doubt vs happie by his raigne,
¶On him I laie what you would laie on me:
¶The right and fortune of his happie stars,
¶Which God defend that I should wring from him.
¶But the respects thereof are nice and triuiall,
¶So saie we to, but not by Edwards wife,
2400For first he was contract to lady Lucy,
¶These both put by a poore petitioner
2405A care-crazd mother of a many children,
¶Euen in the afternoone of her best daies
¶Seduc't the pitch and height of al his thoughts,
¶By her in his vnlawfull bed he got.
¶This Edward whom our maners terme the prince,
¶More bitterlie could I expostulate,
¶Saue that for reuerence to some aliue
2415I giue a sparing limit to my tongue:
¶Then good my Lord, take to your royall selfe,
¶This proffered benefit of dignitie:
¶Yet to draw out your royall stocke,
2420From the corruption of abusing time,
¶Maior. Do good my Lord, your Cittizens entreat you.
¶I am vnfit for state and dignitie,
¶I cannot nor I will not yeeld to you.
¶As well we know your tendernes of heart,
¶And gentle kind effeminate remorse,
¶Which wee haue noted in you to your kin,
¶And egallie indeed to all estates,
2435Yet whether you accept our suite or no,
¶But we will plant some other in the throane,
¶And in this resolution here we leaue you.
2440Come Citizens, zounds ile intreat no more.
¶Glo. Would you inforce me to a world of care:
¶Well, call them againe, I am not made of stones,
2445But penetrable to your kind intreates,
¶Since you will buckle fortune on my backe,
2450To beare her burthen whether I will or no,
¶I must haue patience to indure the lode,
¶Your meere inforcement shall acquittance mee
2455From all the impure blots and staines thereof,
¶For God he knowes, and you may partly see,
¶How farre I am from the desire thereof.
¶Long liue Richard, Englands royall king.
¶Mayor. Amen.
¶Buck. To morrow then we will attend your grace.
¶Farewel good coosine, farwel gentle friends.
Exeunt.
