2707That euer yet this Land was guilty of:

2708Dighton and Forrest, who I did suborne

2709To do this peece of ruthfull Butchery,

2710Albeit they were flesht Villaines, bloody Dogges,

2711Melted with tendernesse, and milde compassion,

2712Wept like to Children, in their deaths sad Story.

2713O thus (quoth Dighton) lay the gentle Babes:

2714Thus, thus (quoth Forrest) girdling one another

2715Within their Alablaster innocent Armes:

2716Their lips were foure red Roses on a stalke,

2717And in their Summer Beauty kist each other.

2718A Booke of Prayers on their pillow lay,

2719Which one (quoth Forrest) almost chang'd my minde:

2720But oh the Diuell, there the Villaine stopt:

2721When Dighton thus told on, we smothered

2722The most replenished sweet worke of Nature,

2723That from the prime Creation ere she framed.

2724Hence both are gone with Conscience and Remorse,

2725They could not speake, and so I left them both,

2726To beare this tydings to the bloody King.

2728And heere he comes. All health my Soueraigne Lord.

2729Ric. Kinde Tirrell, am I happy in thy Newes.

2730Tir. If to haue done the thing you gaue in charge,

2731Beget your happinesse, be happy then,

2732For it is done.

2733Rich. But did'st thou see them dead.

2734Tir. I did my Lord.

2735Rich. And buried gentle Tirrell.

2736Tir. The Chaplaine of the Tower hath buried them,

2737But where (to say the truth) I do not know.

2738Rich. Come to me Tirrel soone, and after Supper,

2739When thou shalt tell the processe of their death.

2740Meane time, but thinke how I may do the good,

2741And be inheritor of thy desire.

2742Farewell till then.

2743Tir. I humbly take my leaue.

2744Rich. The Sonne of Clarence haue I pent vp close,

2745His daughter meanly haue I matcht in marriage,

2746The Sonnes of Edward sleepe in Abrahams bosome,

2747And Anne my wife hath bid this world good night.

2748Now for I know the Britaine Richmond aymes

2749At yong Elizabeth my brothers daughter,

2750And by that knot lookes proudly on the Crowne,

2751To her go I, a iolly thriuing wooer.

2753Rat. My Lord.

2754Rich. Good or bad newes, that thou com'st in so

2755bluntly?

2756Rat. Bad news my Lord, Mourton is fled to Richmond,

2757And Buckingham backt with the hardy Welshmen

2758Is in the field, and still his power encreaseth.

2759Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me more neere,

2760Then Buckingham and his rash leuied Strength.

2761Come, I haue learn'd, that fearfull commenting

2762Is leaden seruitor to dull delay.

2763Delay leds impotent and Snaile-pac'd Beggery:

2764Then fierie expedition be my wing,

2765Ioues Mercury, and Herald for a King:

2766Go muster men: My counsaile is my Sheeld,

2767We must be breefe, when Traitors braue the Field.

2771Mar. So now prosperity begins to mellow,

2772And drop into the rotten mouth of death:

2773Heere in these Confines slily haue I lurkt,

2774To watch the waining of mine enemies.

2775A dire induction, am I witnesse to,

2776And will to France, hoping the consequence

2777Will proue as bitter, blacke, and Tragicall.

2778Withdraw thee wretched Margaret, who comes heere?

2780Qu. Ah my poore Princes! ah my tender Babes:

2781My vnblowed Flowres, new appearing sweets:

2782If yet your gentle soules flye in the Ayre,

2783And be not fixt in doome perpetuall,

2784Houer about me with your ayery wings,

2785And heare your mothers Lamentation.

2786Mar. Houer about her, say that right for right

2787Hath dim'd your Infant morne, to Aged night.

2788Dut. So many miseries haue craz'd my voyce,

2789That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute.

2790Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead?

2791Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet,

2792Edward for Edward, payes a dying debt.

2793Qu. Wilt thou, O God, flye from such gentle Lambs,

2794And throw them in the intrailes of the Wolfe?

2795When didst thou sleepe, when such a deed was done?

2796Mar. When holy Harry dyed, and my sweet Sonne.

2797Dut. Dead life, blind sight, poore mortall liuing ghost,

2798Woes Scene, Worlds shame, Graues due, by life vsurpt,

2799Breefe abstract and record of tedious dayes,

2800Rest thy vnrest on Englands lawfull earth,

2801Vnlawfully made drunke with innocent blood.

2802Qu. Ah that thou would'st assoone affoord a Graue,

2803As thou canst yeeld a melancholly seate:

2804Then would I hide my bones, not rest them heere,

2805Ah who hath any cause to mourne but wee?

2806Mar. If ancient sorrow be most reuerent,

2807Giue mine the benefit of signeurie,

2808And let my greefes frowne on the vpper hand

2809If sorrow can admit Society.

2810I had an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him:

2811I had a Husband, till a Richard kill'd him:

2812Thou had'st an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him:

2813Thou had'st a Richard, till a Richard kill'd him.

2814Dut. I had a Richard too, and thou did'st kill him;

2815I had a Rutland too, thou hop'st to kill him.

2816Mar. Thou had'st a Clarence too,

2817And Richard kill'd him.

2818From forth the kennell of thy wombe hath crept

2819A Hell-hound that doth hunt vs all to death:

2820That Dogge, that had his teeth before his eyes,

2821To worry Lambes, and lap their gentle blood:

2822That foule defacer of Gods handy worke:

2823That reignes in gauled eyes of weeping soules:

2824That excellent grand Tyrant of the earth,

2825Thy wombe let loose to chase vs to our graues.

2826O vpright, iust, and true-disposing God,

2827How do I thanke thee, that this carnall Curre