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  • Title: Richard the Third (Modern)
  • Editor: Adrian Kiernander

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Adrian Kiernander
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    Richard the Third (Modern)

    Enter Richard Duke of Gloucester [alone].
    Now is the winter of our discontent
    Made glorious summer by this sun of York,
    5And all the clouds that loured upon our House
    In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
    Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
    Our bruisèd arms hung up for monuments,
    Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
    10Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
    Grim-visaged War hath smoothed his wrinkled front,
    And now instead of mounting barbèd steeds
    To fright the souls of fearful adversaries
    He capers nimbly in a ladies' chamber
    15To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
    But I that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
    Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass:
    I that am rudely stamped and want love's majesty
    To strut before a wanton, ambling nymph:
    20I that am curtailed of this fair proportion,
    Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature,
    Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time
    Into this breathing world scarce half made up,
    And that so lamely and unfashionable
    25That dogs bark at me as I halt by them:
    Why I in this weak piping time of peace
    Have no delight to pass away the time,
    Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
    And descant on mine own deformity.
    30And therefore since I cannot prove a lover
    To entertain these fair, well-spoken days,
    I am determinèd to prove a villain
    And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
    Plots have I laid, inductious, dangerous,
    35By drunken prophesies, libels and dreams
    To set my brothers, Clarence and the King,
    In deadly hate, the one against the other.
    And if King Edward be as true and just
    As I am subtle, false and treacherous,
    40This day should Clarence closely be mewed up
    About a prophecy which says that "G"
    Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.
    Dive, thoughts, down to my soul,
    Enter Clarence with a guard of men [under the command of Brakenbury].
    Here Clarence comes.
    45Brother, good days -- What means this armèd guard
    That waits upon your grace?
    His majesty, tendering my person's safety, hath appointed
    This conduct to convey me to the Tower.
    Upon what cause?
    Because my name is George.
    Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours;
    He should for that commit your godfathers --
    Oh, belike his majesty hath some intent
    That you shall be new christened in the Tower.
    55But what's the matter, Clarence, may I know?
    Yea, Richard, when I know; for I protest
    As yet I do not, but as I can learn,
    He harkens after prophecies and dreams,
    And from the cross-row plucks the letter "G"
    60And says a wizard told him that by "G"
    His issue disinherited should be;
    And for my name of George begins with "G"
    It follows in his thought that I am he.
    These, as I learn, and such like toys as these
    65Have moved his highness to commit me now.
    Why, this it is when men are ruled by women;
    'Tis not the King that sends you to the Tower:
    My Lady Grey his wife, Clarence, 'tis she
    That tempers him to this extremity.
    70Was it not she, and that good man of worship
    Anthony Woodville her brother there,
    That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower,
    From whence this present day he is delivered?
    We are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe.
    By heaven, I think there is no man is secured
    But the Queen's kindred and night-walking heralds
    That trudge betwixt the King and Mistress Shore.
    Heard ye not what an humble suppliant
    Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery?
    Humbly complaining to her deity
    Got my Lord Chamberlain his liberty.
    I'll tell you what, I think it is our way,
    If we will keep in favor with the King,
    To be her men and wear her livery.
    85The jealous o'er-worn widow and herself,
    Since that our brother dubbed them gentlewomen,
    Are mighty gossips in this monarchy.
    I beseech your graces both to pardon me;
    His majesty hath straitly given in charge
    90That no man shall have private conference,
    Of what degree soever, with his brother.
    Even so? And please your worship Brakenbury,
    You may partake of anything we say.
    We speak no treason, man: we say the King
    95Is wise and virtuous, and his noble Queen
    Well struck in years, fair and not jealous.
    We say that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot,
    A cherry lip, a bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue,
    And that the Queen's kindred are made gentlefolks.
    100How say you, sir, can you deny all this?
    With this, my lord, myself have nought to do.
    Naught to do with Mistress Shore? I tell thee fellow,
    He that doth naught with her, excepting one,
    105Were best he do it secretly, alone.
    What one, my lord?
    Her husband, knave; wouldst thou betray me?
    I beseech your grace to pardon me and withal forbear
    110Your conference with the noble Duke.
    We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey.
    We are the Queen's abjects and must obey.
    Brother, farewell.
    [He hugs Clarence.]
    I will unto the King,
    And whatsoever you will employ me in,
    115Were it to call King Edward's widow "sister",
    I will perform it to enfranchise you.
    Meantime this deep disgrace in brotherhood
    Touches me deeper than you can imagine.
    [He weeps.]
    I know it pleaseth neither of us well.
    Well, your imprisonment shall not be long:
    I will deliver you or lie for you;
    Meantime, have patience.
    I must perforce; farewell.
    Exit Clar[ence with Brakenbury and guards].
    Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return,
    125Simple, 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 delivered Hastings?
    Enter Lord Hastings.
    Good time of day unto my gracious lord.
    As much unto my good Lord Chamberlain.
    Well are you welcome to the open air.
    How hath your lordship brooked imprisonment?
    With patience, noble lord, as prisoners must;
    135But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks
    That were the cause of my imprisonment.
    No doubt, no doubt, and so shall Clarence too,
    For they that were your enemies are his
    And have prevailed as much on him as you.
    More pity that the eagle should be mewed
    While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.
    What news abroad?
    No news so bad abroad as this at home:
    The King is sickly, weak and melancholy,
    145And his physicians fear him mightily.
    Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad indeed;
    Oh, he hath kept an evil diet long
    And overmuch consumed his royal person;
    'Tis very grievous to be thought upon.
    150What, is he in his bed?
    He is.
    Go you before and I will follow you.
    Exit Hast[ings].
    He cannot live, I hope, and must not die
    155'Till George be packed with post-horse up to heaven.
    I'll in to urge his hatred more to Clarence
    With lies well steeled with weighty arguments
    And, if I fail not in my deep intent,
    Clarence hath not another day to live.
    160Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy
    And leave the world for me to bustle in;
    For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter.
    What though I killed her husband? And her father?
    The readiest way to make the wench amends
    165Is to become her husband and her father,
    The which will I, not all so much for love
    As for another secret close intent
    By marrying her which I must reach unto.
    But yet I run before my horse to market:
    170Clarence still breathes, Edward still lives and reigns;
    When they are gone, then must I count my gains.
    Enter Lady Anne [in mourning, attended by Tressill and Barkley] with the hearse of [King Henry VI, carried by pallbearers, and guards bearing halberds].
    Set down, set down your honorable load,
    If honor may be shrouded in a hearse,
    Whilst I a while obsequiously lament
    The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.
    [The hearse is set down.]
    Poor key-cold figure of a holy king,
    180Pale ashes of the House of Lancaster,
    Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood;
    Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost
    To hear the lamentations of poor Anne,
    Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughtered son,
    185Stabbed by the selfsame hands that made these holes,
    Lo, in those windows that let forth thy life
    I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes.
    Cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes,
    Cursed be the heart that had the heart to do it.
    More direful hap betide that hated wretch
    That makes us wretched by the death of thee
    Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads,
    Or any creeping, venomed thing that lives.
    195If ever he have child, abortive be it,
    Prodigious and untimely brought to light,
    Whose ugly and unnatural aspect
    May fright the hopeful mother at the view.
    200If ever he have wife, let her be made
    As miserable by the death of him
    As I am made by my poor lord and thee.
    Come now, towards Chertsey with your holy load,
    [The pallbearers pick up the hearse.]
    Taken from Paul's to be interrèd there,
    205And still as you are weary of the weight,
    Rest you whiles I lament King Henry's corse.
    Enter [Richard].
    Stay, you that bear the corse, and set it down.
    What black magician conjures up this fiend
    210To stop devoted charitable deeds?
    Richard[Drawing his sword.]
    Villain, set down the corse or by Saint Paul
    I'll make a corse of him that disobeys.
    My lord, stand back and let the coffin pass.
    [A guard levels his halberd at Richard.]
    Unmannered dog, 215stand thou when I command.
    Advance thy halberd higher than my breast
    Or by Saint Paul I'll strike thee to my foot
    And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness.
    [The hearse is set down.]
    What? Do you tremble, are you all afraid?
    220Alas, I blame you not, for you are mortal
    And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.
    [To Richard] Avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell.
    Thou hadst but power over his mortal body;
    His soul thou canst not have; therefore be gone.
    Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst.
    Foul devil, for God's sake hence and trouble us not,
    For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell,
    Filled it with cursing cries and deep exclaims.
    230If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,
    Behold this pattern of thy butcheries.
    [She indicates, or uncovers, the dead body.]
    Oh gentlemen, see, see, dead Henry's wounds
    Open their congealed mouths and bleed afresh.
    Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity,
    235For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood
    From cold and empty veins where no blood dwells.
    Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural,
    Provokes this deluge most unnatural.
    O God which this blood madest, revenge his death;
    240O Earth which this blood drink'st, revenge his death.
    Either heaven with lightning strike the murderer dead
    Or Earth gape open wide and eat him quick
    As thou dost swallow up this good King's blood
    Which his hell-governed arm hath butchered.
    Lady, you know no rules of charity,
    Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.
    Villain, thou knowest no law of God nor man:
    No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.
    But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
    Oh wonderful, when devils tell the truth!
    More wonderful when angels are so angry.
    Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman,
    Of these supposèd evils to give me leave
    By circumstance but to acquit myself.
    Vouchsafe, defused infection of a man,
    For these known evils but to give me leave
    By circumstance to curse thy cursèd self.
    Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have
    Some patient leisure to excuse myself.
    Fouler than heart can think thee, thou canst make
    No excuse current but to hang thyself.
    By such despair I should accuse myself.
    And by despairing shouldst thou stand excused
    265For doing worthy vengeance on thyself
    Which didst unworthy slaughter upon others.
    Say that I slew them not.
    Why then they are not dead,
    But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee.
    I did not kill your husband.
    Why then he is alive.
    Nay, he is dead, and slain by Edward's hand.
    In thy foul throat thou liest. Queen Margaret saw
    275Thy bloody falchion smoking in his blood,
    The which thou once didst bend against her breast,
    But that thy brothers beat aside the point.
    I was provokèd by her slanderous tongue
    Which laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders.
    Thou wast provokèd by thy bloody mind
    Which never dreamed on aught but butcheries;
    Didst thou not kill this King?
    I grant ye, yea.
    Dost grant me, hedgehog? 285Then God grant me too
    Thou mayest be damnèd for that wicked deed;
    Oh, he was gentle, mild and virtuous.
    The fitter for the King of Heaven that hath him.
    He is in heaven where thou shalt never come.
    Let him thank me that holp to send him thither,
    For he was fitter for that place than earth.
    And thou unfit for any place but hell.
    Yes, one place else, if you will hear me name it.
    Some dungeon.
    Your bedchamber.
    Ill rest betide the chamber where thou liest!
    So will it, madam, till I lie with you.
    I hope so.
    I know so; but gentle Lady Anne,
    To leave this keen encounter of our wits
    And fall somewhat into a slower method,
    Is not the causer of the timeless deaths
    Of these Plantagenets, Henry and Edward,
    305As blameful as the executioner?
    Thou art the cause (*of that most cursed effect.
    Your beauty was the cause of that effect,
    Your beauty which did haunt me in my sleep
    To undertake the death of all the world
    310So I might rest one hour in your sweet bosom.
    If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide,
    These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks.
    These eyes could never endure sweet beauty's wrack.
    You should not blemish them if I stood by.
    315As all the world is cheerèd by the sun,
    So I by that, it is my day, my life.
    Black night overshade thy day, and death thy life.
    Curse not thyself, fair creature, thou art both.
    I would I were, to be revenged on thee.
    It is a quarrel most unnatural
    To be revenged on him that loveth you.
    It is a quarrel just and reasonable
    To be revenged on him that slew my husband.
    He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband
    Did it to help thee to a better husband.
    His better doth not breathe upon the earth.
    Go to, he lives that loves you better than he could.
    Name him.
    Why that was he.
    The self-same name, but one of better nature.
    Where is he?
    She spit[s] at him.
    335Why dost thou spit at me?
    Would it were mortal poison for thy sake.
    Never came poison from so sweet a place.
    Never hung poison on a fouler toad;
    Out of my sight, thou dost infect my eyes.
    Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine.
    Would they were basilisks to strike thee dead.
    I would they were, that I might die at once,
    For now they kill me with a living death.
    [He weeps.]
    Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears,
    345Shamed their aspect with store of childish drops.
    I never sued to friend nor enemy,
    My tongue could never learn sweet soothing words,
    360But now thy beauty is proposed my fee
    My proud heart sues and prompts my tongue to speak.
    [She looks scornfully at him.]
    Teach not thy lips such scorn, for they were made
    For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
    365If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,
    Lo, here I lend thee this sharp pointed sword,
    [Richard hands Anne his sword.]
    Which, if thou please to hide in this true bosom
    And let the soul forth that adoreth thee,
    I lay it naked to the deadly stroke
    370And humbly beg the death upon my knee.
    [He kneels and lays his breast open. She offers at it with his sword.]
    Nay, do not pause, 'twas I that killed your husband,
    But 'twas thy beauty that provokèd me.
    Nay, now dispatch, 'twas I that killed King Henry,
    375But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on.
    Here she lets fall the sword.
    Take up the sword again or take up me.
    Arise dissembler, though I wish thy death,
    I will not be the executioner.
    Then bid me kill myself and I will do it.
    I have already.
    Tush, that was in thy rage.
    [Richard takes up the sword and points it toward his heart.]
    Speak it again and, even with the word,
    That hand which for thy love did kill thy love
    385Shall for thy love kill a far truer love.
    To both their deaths shalt thou be accessory.
    I would I knew thy heart.
    'Tis figured in my tongue.
    I fear me both are false.
    Then never was man true.
    Well, well, put up your sword.
    Say then my peace is made.
    [Richard stands and sheathes the sword.]
    That shall you know hereafter.
    But shall I live in hope?
    All men, I hope, live so.
    Vouchsafe to wear this ring.
    [Richard offers Anne a ring.]
    To take is not to give.
    [He puts it on her finger.]
    Look how this ring encompasseth thy finger:
    Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart.
    Wear both of them, for both of them are thine,
    400And if thy poor, devoted suppliant may
    But beg one favor at thy gracious hand
    Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever.
    What is it?
    That it would please thee leave these sad designs
    405To him that hath more cause to be a mourner
    And presently repair to Crosby Place
    Where, after I have solemnly interred
    At Chertsey Monastery this noble King
    And wet his grave with my repentant tears,
    410I will with all expedient duty see you.
    For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you
    Grant me this boon.
    With all my heart, and much it joys me too
    To see you are become so penitent.
    415Tressill and Barkley, go along with me.
    Bid me farewell.
    'Tis more than you deserve:
    But since you teach me how to flatter you,
    Imagine I have said farewell already.
    Exit [with Tressill and Barkley.]
    Sirs, take up the corse.
    [The pallbearers take up the hearse.]
    Towards Chertsey, noble lord?
    No, to Whitefriars; there attend my coming.
    Exeunt [pallbearers with the hearse, returning the way they came].[Richard remains.]
    Was ever woman in this humor wooed?
    425Was ever woman in this humor won?
    I'll have her, but I will not keep her long.
    What, I that killed her husband and his father,
    To take her in her heart's extremest hate,
    With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
    430The bleeding witness of her hatred by,
    Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me,
    And I nothing to back my suit at all
    But the plain devil and dissembling looks,
    And yet to win her? All the world to nothing. 435Hah!
    Hath she forgot already that brave Prince,
    Edward, her lord, whom I some three months since
    Stabbed in my angry mood at Tewkesbury?
    A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman
    440Framed in the prodigality of nature,
    Young, valiant, wise, and no doubt right royal,
    The spacious world cannot again afford.
    And will she yet debase her eyes on me
    That cropped the golden prime of this sweet Prince
    445And made her widow to a woeful bed;
    On me whose all not equals Edward's moiety;
    On me that halt, and am unshapen thus --
    My dukedom to a beggarly denier,
    I do mistake my person all this while!
    450Upon my life she finds, although I cannot,
    Myself to be a marvellous proper man.
    I'll be at charges for a looking glass
    And entertain some score or two of tailors
    To study fashions to adorn my body.
    455Since I am crept in favor with myself
    I will maintain it with some little cost --
    But first I'll turn yon fellow in his grave
    And then return lamenting to my love.
    Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass
    460That I may see my shadow as I pass.
    Enter Queen [Elizabeth], Lord Rivers, Grey [and Dorset].
    Have patience, madam, there's no doubt his majesty
    465Will soon recover his accustomed health.
    In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse.
    Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comfort,
    And cheer his grace with quick and merry words.
    Queen Elizabeth
    If he were dead, what would betide of me?
    No other harm but loss of such a lord.
    Queen Elizabeth
    The loss of such a lord includes all harm.
    The heavens have blessed you with a goodly son
    To be your comforter when he is gone.
    475Queen Elizabeth
    Oh, he is young, and his minority
    Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloucester,
    A man that loves not me, nor none of you.
    Is it concluded he shall be Protector?
    Queen Elizabeth
    It is determined, not concluded yet,
    480But so it must be, if the King miscarry.
    Enter Buck[ingham and Stanley].
    Here come the Lords of Buckingham and Stanley.
    Buckingham [To the Queen]
    Good time of day unto your royal grace.
    God make your majesty joyful as you have been.
    485Queen Elizabeth
    The Countess Richmond, good my Lord of Stanley,
    To your good prayers will scarcely say "Amen".
    Yet Stanley, notwithstanding she's your wife
    And loves not me, be you, good lord, assured
    I hate not you for her proud arrogance.
    I do beseech you, either not believe
    The envious slanders of her false accusers
    Or, if she be accused in true report,
    Bear with her weakness which I think proceeds
    From wayward sickness, and no grounded malice.
    Saw you the King today, my Lord of Stanley?
    But now the Duke of Buckingham and I
    Came from visiting his majesty.
    Queen Elizabeth
    With likelihood of his amendment, lords?
    Madam, good hope, his grace speaks cheerfully.
    500Queen Elizabeth
    God grant him health! Did you confer with him?
    Madam, we did. He desires to make atonement
    Betwixt the Duke of Gloucester and your brothers,
    And betwixt them and my Lord Chamberlain,
    And sent to warn them to his royal presence.
    505Queen Elizabeth
    Would all were well, but that will never be.
    I fear our happiness is at the highest.
    Enter [Richard and Hastings].
    They do me wrong and I will not endure it!
    Who are they that complains unto the King
    510That I forsooth am stern and love them not?
    By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly
    That fill his ears with such dissentious rumors.
    Because I cannot flatter and speak fair,
    Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive and cog,
    515Duck with French nods and apish courtesy,
    I must be held a rancorous enemy.
    Cannot a plain man live and think no harm
    But thus his simple truth must be abused
    By silken, sly, insinuating jacks?
    To whom in all this presence speaks your grace?
    To thee that hast nor honesty nor grace!
    When have I injured thee, when done thee wrong?
    Or thee, or thee, or any of your faction?
    A plague upon you all! His royal person,
    525Whom God preserve better than you would wish,
    Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing while
    But you must trouble him with lewd complaints.
    Queen Elizabeth
    Brother of Gloucester, you mistake the matter.
    The King, of his own royal disposition
    530And not provoked by any suitor else,
    Aiming belike at your interior hatred
    Which in your outward actions shows itself
    Against my kindred, brother, and myself,
    Makes him to send that thereby he may gather
    534.1The ground of your ill will and to remove it.
    I cannot tell, the world is grown so bad
    That wrens make pray where eagles dare not perch.
    Since every jack became a gentleman
    There's many a gentle person made a jack.
    Queen Elizabeth
    Come, come, we know your meaning brother Gloucester.
    540You envy my advancement and my friends'.
    God grant we never may have need of you.
    Meantime God grants that we have need of you.
    Our brother is imprisoned by your means,
    Myself disgraced, and the nobility
    545Held in contempt, whilst many fair promotions
    Are daily given to enoble those
    That scarce some two days since were worth a noble.
    Queen Elizabeth
    By him that raised me to this careful height
    From that contented hap which I enjoyed,
    550I never did incense his majesty
    Against the Duke of Clarence, but have been
    An earnest advocate to plead for him.
    My lord, you do me shameful injury
    Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects.
    You may deny that you were not the cause
    Of my Lord Hastings' late imprisonment.
    She may, my lord.
    She may, Lord Rivers, why, who knows not so?
    She may do more, sir, than denying that;
    560She may help you to many fair preferments
    And then deny her aiding hand therein
    And lay those honors on your high deserts.
    What may she not? She may, yea, marry, may she --
    What, marry, may she?
    What marry may she? Marry with a king,
    A bachelor, a handsome stripling too.
    Iwis your grandam had a worser match.
    Queen Elizabeth
    My Lord of Gloucester, I have too long borne
    Your blunt upbraidings and your bitter scoffs.
    570By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty
    With those gross taunts I often have endured.
    I had rather be a country servant maid
    Than a great queen with this condition,
    To be thus taunted, scorned, and baited at.
    Enter Qu[een] Margaret[, unseen by the others].
    575Small joy have I in being England's queen.
    Queen Margaret
    [Aside] And lessened be that small, God I beseech thee;
    Thy honor, state, and seat is due to me.
    What? Threat you me with telling of the King?
    579.1Tell him and spare not. Look, what I have said
    580I will avouch in presence of the King;
    'Tis time to speak, my pains are quite forgot.
    Queen Margaret
    [Aside] Out, devil, 585I remember them too well.
    Thou slewest my husband Henry in the Tower,
    And Edward my poor son at Tewkesbury.
    Ere you were Queen, yea, or your husband King,
    590I was a packhorse in his great affairs,
    A weeder out of his proud adversaries,
    A liberal rewarder of his friends.
    To royalize his blood I spilled mine own. . .
    Queen Margaret[Aside]
    Yea, and much better blood 595than his or thine.
    In all which time you and your husband Grey
    Were factious for the House of Lancaster --
    [To Rivers] And Rivers, so were you. [To Elizabeth] Was not your husband
    In Margaret's battle at St Albans slain?
    600Let me put in your minds, if yours forget,
    What you have been ere now, and what you are;
    Withal what I have been, and what I am.
    Queen Margaret[Aside]
    A murderous villain, and so still thou art.
    Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick,
    605Yea, and forswore himself, which Jesu pardon. . .
    Queen Margaret[Aside]
    Which God revenge.
    To fight on Edward's party for the crown,
    And for his meed, poor lord, he is mewed up.
    I would to God my heart were flint like Edward's,
    610Or Edward's soft and pitiful like mine;
    I am too childish, foolish for this world.
    Queen Margaret[Aside]
    Hie thee to hell for shame and leave the world
    Thou cacodemon: there thy kingdom is.
    My Lord of Gloucester, in those busy days,
    615Which here you urge to prove us enemies,
    We followed then our lord, our lawful king;
    So should we you, if you should be our king.
    If I should be? I had rather be a pedlar!
    Far be it from my heart, the thought of it.
    620Queen Elizabeth
    As little joy, my lord, as you suppose
    You should enjoy, were you this country's king,
    As little joy may you suppose in me
    That I enjoy, being the queen thereof.
    Queen Margaret[Aside]
    A little joy enjoys the queen thereof,
    625For I am she, and altogether joyless.
    I can no longer hold me patient:
    [Coming forward.] Hear me you wrangling pirates that fall out
    In sharing that which you have pilled from me:
    Which of you trembles not that looks on me?
    630If not that, I being queen, you bow like subjects,
    Yet that, by you deposed, you quake like rebels.
    [To Richard]O gentle villain, do not turn away.
    Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou in my sight?
    Queen Margaret
    But repetition of what thou hast marred,
    635That will I make, before I let thee go:
    [To Richard] A husband and a son thou owest to me,
    640[To Queen Elizabeth] And thou a kingdom, [To the others] all of you allegiance.
    The sorrow that I have by right is yours,
    And all the pleasures you usurp are mine.
    The curse my noble father laid on thee
    When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper
    645And with thy scorn drew'st rivers from his eyes --
    And then to dry them gav'st the Duke a clout
    Steeped in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland --
    His curses then from bitterness of soul
    Denounced against thee, are all fallen upon thee,
    650And God, not we, hath plagued thy bloody deed.
    Queen Elizabeth
    So just is God to right the innocent.
    Oh, 'twas the foulest deed to slay that babe,
    And the most merciless that ever was heard of.
    Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported.
    No man but prophesied revenge for it.
    Northumberland, then present, wept to see it.
    Queen Margaret
    What? Were you snarling all before I came,
    Ready to catch each other by the throat,
    And turn you all your hatred now on me?
    660Did York's dread curse prevail so much with heaven
    That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death,
    Their kingdom's loss, my woeful banishment
    Could all but answer for that peevish brat?
    Can curses pierce the clouds and enter heaven?
    665Why then, give way dull clouds to my quick curses:
    If not by war, by surfeit die your King,
    As ours by murder to make him a King.
    Edward thy son, which now is Prince of Wales,
    For Edward my son, which was Prince of Wales,
    670Die in his youth by like untimely violence.
    Thyself a queen, for me that was a queen,
    Outlive thy glory like my wretched self;
    Long mayst thou live to wail thy children's loss
    And see another, as I see thee now,
    675Decked in thy rights as thou art stalled in mine;
    Long die thy happy days before thy death
    And, after many lengthened hours of grief,
    Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen;
    Rivers and Dorset, you were standers by --
    680And so wast thou, Lord Hastings -- when my son
    Was stabbed with bloody daggers. God, I pray him
    That none of you may live your natural age,
    But by some unlooked accident cut off.
    Have done thy charm, thou hateful, withered hag.
    685Queen Margaret
    And leave out thee? Stay, dog, for thou shalt hear me:
    If heaven have any grievous plague in store
    Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee,
    Oh, let them keep it till thy sins be ripe
    And then hurl down their indignation
    690On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace;
    The worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul;
    Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou livest
    And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends;
    No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine
    695Unless it be whilst some tormenting dream
    Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils,
    Thou elvish-marked, abortive, rooting hog!
    Thou that wast sealed in thy nativity
    The slave of Nature and the son of Hell,
    700Thou slander of thy mother's heavy womb,
    Thou loathèd issue of thy father's loins,
    Thou rag of honor, thou detested --
    Queen Margaret
    705Queen Margaret
    I call thee not.
    Then I cry thee mercy, for I had thought
    That thou hadst called me all these bitter names.
    Queen Margaret
    Why so I did, but looked for no reply.
    Oh, let me make the period to my curse.
    'Tis done by me, and ends in "Margaret".
    Queen Elizabeth
    Thus have you breathed your curse against yourself.
    Queen Margaret
    Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my fortune,
    Why strewest thou sugar on that bottled spider
    Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about?
    715Fool, fool, thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself.
    The time will come that thou shalt wish for me
    To help thee curse that poisonous bunch-backed toad.
    False-boding woman, end thy frantic curse,
    Lest to thy harm thou move our patience.
    720Queen Margaret
    Foul shame upon you, you have all moved mine.
    Were you well served, you would be taught your duty.
    Queen Margaret
    To serve me well, you all should do me duty.
    Teach me to be your queen and you my subjects;
    Oh, serve me well and teach yourselves that duty.
    Dispute not with her, she is lunatic.
    Queen Margaret
    Peace, Master Marquess, you are malapert,
    Your fire-new stamp of honor is scarce current.
    Oh, that your young nobility could judge
    What 'twere to lose it and be miserable;
    730They that stand high have many blasts to shake them,
    And if they fall they dash themselves to pieces.
    Good counsel, marry, learn it, learn it, Marquess.
    It toucheth you, my lord, as much as me.
    Yea, and much more, but I was born so high;
    Our eyrie buildeth in the cedar's top
    And dallies with the wind and scorns the sun.
    Queen Margaret
    And turns the sun to shade, alas, alas.
    Witness my son, now in the shade of death,
    740Whose bright outshining beams thy cloudy wrath
    Hath in eternal darkness folded up;
    Your eyrie buildeth in our eyrie's nest;
    O God that seest it, do not suffer it.
    As it was won with blood, lost be it so.
    Have done, for shame if not for charity.
    Queen Margaret
    Urge neither charity nor shame to me;
    Uncharitably with me have you dealt,
    And shamefully by you my hopes are butchered;
    My charity is outrage, life my shame,
    750And in my shame, still live my sorrow's rage.
    Have done.
    Queen Margaret
    O princely Buckingham, I will kiss thy hand
    In sign of league and amity with thee:
    Now fair befall thee and thy princely House;
    755Thy garments are not spotted with our blood,
    Nor thou within the compass of my curse.
    Nor no one here, for curses never pass
    The lips of those that breathe them in the air.
    Queen Margaret
    I'll not believe but they ascend the sky
    760And there awake God's gentle, sleeping peace.
    [Aside, to Buckingham] O Buckingham, beware of yonder dog;
    Look, when he fawns he bites, and when he bites
    His venom tooth will rankle thee to death;
    Have not to do with him, beware of him,
    765Sin, Death and Hell have set their marks on him,
    And all their ministers attend on him.
    What doth she say, my Lord of Buckingham?
    Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord.
    Queen Margaret
    What, dost thou scorn me 770for my gentle counsel
    And soothe the devil that I warn thee from?
    O but remember this another day
    When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow
    And say poor Margaret was a prophetess:
    775Live each of you the subjects of his hate,
    And he to yours, and all of you to God's.
    My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses.
    And so doth mine; I wonder she's at liberty.
    I cannot blame her, by God's holy mother.
    780She hath had too much wrong, and I repent
    My part thereof that I have done.
    Queen Elizabeth
    I never did her any to my knowledge.
    But you have all the vantage of this wrong.
    I was too hot to do somebody good
    785That is too cold in thinking of it now.
    Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid;
    He is franked up to fatting for his pains;
    God pardon them that are the cause of it.
    A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion
    790To pray for them that have done scathe to us.
    So do I ever, being well advised,
    [Speaks to himself]
    For had I cursed now, I had cursed myself.
    [Enter Catesby.]
    Madam, his majesty doth call for you,
    And for your grace, and you my noble lord.
    Queen Elizabeth
    Catesby, we come. Lords, will you go with us?
    Madam, we will attend your grace.
    Exeunt [all except Richard.]
    I do the wrong, and first began to brawl.
    The secret mischiefs that I set abroach
    I lay unto the grievous charge of others;
    Clarence, whom I indeed have laid in darkness,
    I do beweep to many simple gulls --
    805Namely to Hastings, Stanley, Buckingham --
    And say it is the Queen and her allies
    That stir the King against the Duke my brother.
    Now they believe me, and withal whet me
    To be revenged on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey;
    810But then I sigh, and with a piece of scripture
    Tell them that God bids us do good for evil,
    And thus I clothe my naked villainy
    With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ,
    And seem a saint when most I play the devil --
    But soft, here come my executioners.
    815Enter executioners.
    How now, my hardy, stout-resolvèd mates,
    Are you now going to despatch this deed?
    1 Executioner
    We are my lord, and come to have the warrant
    820That we may be admitted where he is.
    It was well thought upon, I have it here about me.
    [Richard gives the executioner a warrant.]
    When you have done, repair to Crosby Place.
    But sirs, be sudden in the execution,
    Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead,
    825For Clarence is well spoken and perhaps
    May move your hearts to pity if you mark him.
    1 Executioner
    Tush, fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate;
    Talkers are no good doers; be assured
    We come to use our hands and not our tongues.
    Your eyes drop millstones when fools' eyes drop tears.
    I like you lads, about your business.
    Enter Clarence, Brakenbury.
    Why looks your grace so heavily today?
    Oh, I have passed a miserable night,
    So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams,
    840That as I am a Christian, faithful man
    I would not spend another such a night
    Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days,
    So full of dismal terror was the time.
    What was your dream? I long to hear you tell it.
    Methoughts I was embarked for Burgundy,
    And in my company my brother Gloucester
    Who from my cabin tempted me to walk
    Upon the hatches; thence we looked toward England
    850And cited up a thousand fearful times
    During the wars of York and Lancaster
    That had befallen us. As we paced along
    Upon the giddy footing of the hatches
    Methought that Gloucester stumbled, and in stumbling
    855Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard
    Into the tumbling billows of the main.
    Lord, Lord, methought what pain it was to drown,
    What dreadful noise of waters in my ears,
    What ugly sights of death within my eyes:
    860Methought I saw a thousand fearful wracks,
    Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon,
    Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
    Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels;
    865Some lay in dead men's skulls, and in those holes
    Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept,
    As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems
    Which wooed the slimy bottom of the deep
    And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by.
    Had you such leisure in the time of death
    To gaze upon the secrets of the deep?
    Methought I had, for still the envious flood
    Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth
    875To seek the empty, vast and wandering air,
    But smothered it within my panting bulk
    Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.
    Awaked you not with this sore agony?
    Oh no, my dream was lengthened after life.
    880Oh, then began the tempest to my soul,
    Who passed, methought, the melancholy flood,
    With that grim ferryman which poets write of,
    Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.
    The first that there did greet my stranger soul
    885Was my great father-in-law, renownèd Warwick,
    Who cried aloud, "What scourge for perjury
    Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?"
    And so he vanished; then came wandring by
    A shadow like an angel in bright hair,
    890Dabbled in blood, and he squeaked out aloud,
    "Clarence is come, false, fleeting, perjured Clarence
    That stabbed me in the field by Tewkesbury.
    Seize on him, Furies, take him to your torments."
    With that, methoughts, a legion of foul fiends
    895Environed me about and howled in mine ears
    Such hideous cries that with the very noise
    I trembling waked, and for a season after
    Could not believe but that I was in hell,
    Such terrible impression made the dream.
    No marvel, my lord, though it affrighted you.
    I promise you, I am afraid to hear you tell it.
    O Brakenbury, I have done those things
    Which now bear evidence against my soul
    For Edward's sake, and see how he requites me.
    I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me;
    910My soul is heavy and I fain would sleep.
    I will, my lord, God give your grace good rest.
    [Clarence sleeps.]
    Sorrow breaks seasons, and reposing hours
    Makes the night morning and the noontide night.
    915Princes have but their titles for their glories,
    An outward honor for an inward toil,
    And for unfelt imagination
    They often feel a world of restless cares;
    So that betwixt their titles and low names
    920There's nothing differs but the outward fame.
    The executioners enter.
    In God's name, what are you, and how came you hither?
    9251 Executioner
    I would speak with Clarence, and I came hither on my legs.
    Yea, are you so brief?
    2 Executioner
    Oh sir, it is better to be brief than tedious.
    [To the first executioner] Show him our commission, talk no more.
    [The first executioner gives the commission to Brakenbury, who] reads it.
    I am in this commanded to deliver
    The noble Duke of Clarence to your hands.
    I will not reason what is meant hereby
    Because I will be guiltless of the meaning.
    Here are the keys, there sits the Duke asleep;
    935I'll to his majesty, and certify his grace
    That thus I have resigned my charge to you.
    1 Executioner
    Do so, it is a point of wisdom.
    2 Executioner
    What, shall I stab him as he sleeps?
    9401 Executioner
    No, then he will say it was done cowardly when he wakes.
    2 Executioner
    When he wakes? Why, fool, he shall never wake till the judgment day.
    1 Executioner
    Why, then he will say we stabbed him sleeping.
    2 Executioner
    The urging of that word "judgment" hath bred a 945kind of remorse in me.
    1 Executioner
    What? Art thou afraid?
    2 Executioner
    Not to kill him, having a warrant for it, but to be damned for killing him, from which no warrant can defend us.
    1 Executioner
    Back to the Duke of Gloucester, tell him so.
    2 Executioner
    I pray thee stay a while, I hope my holy humor will change; 955'twas wont to hold me but while one would tell twenty.
    [He counts to twenty.]
    1 Executioner
    How dost thou feel thyself now?
    2 Executioner
    Faith, some certain dregs of conscience are yet within me.
    1 Executioner
    Remember our reward when the deed is done.
    9602 Executioner
    Zounds, he dies! I had forgot the reward.
    1 Executioner
    Where is thy conscience now?
    2 Executioner
    In the Duke of Gloucester's purse.
    1 Executioner
    So when he opens his purse to give us our reward, thy conscience flies out.
    9652 Executioner
    Let it go, there's few or none will entertain it.
    1 Executioner
    How if it come to thee again?
    2 Executioner
    I'll not meddle with it, it is a dangerous thing. It makes a man a coward: a man cannot steal but it accuses him; he cannot 970swear but it checks him; he cannot lie with his neighbor's wife but it detects him. It is a blushing shamefaced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom: it fills one full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold that I found. It beggars any 975man that keeps it: it is turned out of all towns and cities for a dangerous thing, and every man that means to live well endeavors to trust to himself, and to live without it.
    1 Executioner
    Zounds, it is even now at my elbow persuading me not to 980kill the Duke.
    2 Executioner
    Take the devil in thy mind and believe him not. He would insinuate with thee to make thee sigh.
    1 Executioner
    Tut, I am strong in fraud, he cannot prevail with me, I warrant thee.
    2 Executioner
    Spoke like a tall fellow that respects his reputation. 985Come, shall we to this gear?
    1 Executioner
    Take him over the costard with the hilts of thy sword, and then we will chop him in the malmsey butt in the next room.
    2 Executioner
    Oh, excellent device, make a sop of him.
    9901 Executioner
    Hark, he stirs, shall I strike?
    2 Executioner
    No, first let's reason with him.
    Where art thou, keeper, give me a cup of wine.
    1 Executioner
    You shall have wine enough, my lord, anon.
    In God's name, what art thou?
    2 Executioner
    A man, as you are.
    But not as I am, royal.
    2 Executioner
    Nor you as we are, loyal.
    Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are humble.
    10002 Executioner
    My voice is now the King's, my looks mine own.
    How darkly and how deadly dost thou speak.
    Tell me who are you, wherefore come you hither?
    To, to, to. . .
    To murder me?
    Both Aye.
    You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so,
    And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it.
    Wherein, my friends, have I offended you?
    10101 Executioner
    Offended us you have not, but the King.
    I shall be reconciled to him again.
    2 Executioner
    Never, my lord, therefore prepare to die.
    Are you called forth from out a world of men
    To slay the innocent? What is my offence?
    1015Where are the evidence that do accuse me?
    What lawful quest have given their verdict up
    Unto the frowning judge, or who pronounced
    The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death
    Before I be convict by course of law?
    1020To threaten me with death is most unlawful.
    I charge you as you hope to have redemption,
    1021.1By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins,
    That you depart and lay no hands on me.
    The deed you undertake is damnable.
    1 Executioner
    What we will do, we do upon command.
    10252 Executioner
    And he that hath commanded is the King.
    Erroneous vassal, the great King of Kings
    Hath in the tables of his law commanded
    That thou shalt do no murder, and wilt thou then
    Spurn at his edict and fulfill a man's?
    1030Take heed, for he holds vengeance in his hands
    To hurl upon their heads that break his law.
    2 Executioner
    And that same vengeance doth he throw on thee
    For false forswearing, and for murder too.
    Thou didst receive the holy sacrament
    1035To fight in quarrel of the House of Lancaster . . .
    1 Executioner
    And like a traitor to the name of God
    Didst break that vow, and with thy treacherous blade
    Unripped the bowels of thy sovereign's son. . .
    2 Executioner
    Whom thou wert sworn to cherish and defend.
    10401 Executioner
    How canst thou urge God's dreadful law to us
    When thou hast broke it in so dear degree?
    Alas, for whose sake did I that ill deed?
    For Edward, for my brother, for his sake.
    Why, sirs, he sends ye not to murder me for this,
    1045For in this sin he is as deep as I.
    If God will be revengèd for this deed,
    Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm.
    He needs no indirect nor lawless course
    1050To cut off those that have offended him.
    1 Executioner
    Who made thee then a bloody minister
    When gallant, springing, brave Plantagenet,
    That princely novice, was struck dead by thee?
    My brother's love, the devil, and my rage.
    10551 Executioner
    Thy brother's love, the devil and thy fault
    Have brought us hither now to murder thee.
    Oh, if you love my brother, hate not me;
    I am his brother and I love him well.
    If you be hired for meed, go back again
    1060And I will send you to my brother Gloucester
    Who will reward you better for my life
    Than Edward will for tidings of my death.
    2 Executioner
    You are deceived, your brother Gloucester hates you.
    Oh no, he loves me, and he holds me dear.
    Go you to him from me.
    Aye, so we will.
    Tell him, when that our princely father York
    Blessed his three sons with his victorious arm
    1069.1And charged us from his soul to love each other,
    1070He little thought of this divided friendship.
    Bid Gloucester think of this and he will weep.
    Aye, millstones, as he lessoned us to weep.
    Oh do not slander him for he is kind.
    1 Executioner
    Right, as snow in harvest; 1075thou deceiv'st thyself.
    'Tis he hath sent us hither now to slaughter thee.
    It cannot be, for when I parted with him
    He hugged me in his arms, and swore with sobs
    That he would labor my delivery.
    10802 Executioner
    Why so he doth, now he delivers thee
    From this world's thralldom to the joys of heaven.
    1 Executioner
    Make peace with God, for you must die, my lord.
    Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul
    To counsel me to make my peace with God,
    1085And art thou yet to thy own soul so blind
    That thou wilt war with God by murdering me?
    Ah sirs, consider, he that set you on
    To do this deed will hate you for this deed.
    2 Executioner
    What shall we do?
    Relent, and save your souls.
    1 Executioner
    Relent, 'tis cowardly and womanish.
    Not to relent is beastly, savage, devilish.
    [to the second executioner]
    My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks.
    Oh, if thy eye be not a flatterer,
    1100Come thou on my side and entreat for me;
    A begging prince, what beggar pities not?
    1 Executioner
    He stabs him [or hits him on the head with the hilt of his sword.]
    Aye, thus, and thus: if this will not serve,
    I'll chop thee in the malmsey butt in the next room.
    [Exit with the wounded or unconscious Clarence.]
    11052 Executioner
    A bloody deed and desperately performed.
    How fain like Pilate would I wash my hand
    Of this most grievous, guilty murder done.
    [The first executioner re-enters.]
    1 Executioner
    Why dost thou not help me?
    By heavens, the Duke shall know how slack thou 1110art.
    2 Executioner
    I would he knew that I had saved his brother.
    Take thou the fee and tell him what I say,
    For I repent me that the Duke is slain.
    1 Executioner
    So do not I; go, coward as thou art.
    1115Now must I hide his body in some hole
    Until the Duke take order for his burial,
    And when I have my meed I must away
    For this will out and here I must not stay.
    1120[Flourish.] Enter King [Edward, sick], Queen [Elizabeth], Hastings, Rivers, Dorset, [Buckingham and others].
    King Edward
    So, now I have done a good day's work.
    1125You peers, continue this united league;
    I every day expect an embassage
    From my Redeemer to redeem me hence:
    And now in peace my soul shall part to heaven
    Since I have set my friends at peace on earth.
    1130Rivers and Hastings, take each other's hand,
    Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love.
    By heaven, my heart is purged from grudging hate,
    And with my hand I seal my true heart's love.
    [Rivers and Hastings clasp each other by the hand.]
    So thrive I as I truly swear the like.
    1135King Edward
    Take heed you dally not before your King
    Lest he that is the supreme King of Kings
    Confound your hidden falsehood, and award
    Either of you to be the other's end.
    So prosper I, as I swear perfect love.
    And I, as I love Hastings with my heart.
    King Edward
    Madam, yourself are not exempt in this,
    Nor your son Dorset, Buckingham nor you.
    You have been factious one against the other:
    Wife, love Lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand,
    1145And what you do, do it unfeignedly.
    [She offers Hastings her hand to kiss.]
    Queen Elizabeth
    Here, Hastings, I will never more remember
    Our former hatred, so thrive I and mine.
    This interchange of love I here protest
    Upon my part shall be inviolable.
    And so swear I, my lord.
    [Hastings and Dorset embrace.]
    King Edward
    Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou this league
    With thy embracements to my wife's allies
    1155And make me happy in your unity.
    Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate
    On you or yours; but with all duteous love
    Doth cherish you and yours, God punish me
    With hate in those where I expect most love:
    1160When I have most need to employ a friend,
    And most assurèd that he is a friend,
    Deep, hollow, treacherous and full of guile
    Be he unto me; this do I beg of God
    When I am cold in zeal to you or yours.
    [Buckingham embraces Rivers and Dorset.]
    1165King Edward
    A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham,
    Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart.
    There wanteth now our brother Gloucester here
    To make the perfect period of this peace.
    Enter [Richard].
    And in good time 1170here comes the noble Duke.
    Good morrow to my sovereign King and Queen,
    And princely peers, a happy time of day.
    King Edward
    Happy indeed as we have spent the day:
    1175Brother we have done deeds of charity,
    Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate
    Between these swelling, wrong-incensèd peers.
    A blessèd labor, my most sovereign liege;
    Amongst this princely heap, if any here
    1180By false intelligence or wrong surmise
    Hold me a foe; if I unwittingly or in my rage
    Have aught committed that is hardly borne
    By any in this presence, I desire
    To reconcile me to his friendly peace.
    1185'Tis death to me to be at enmity;
    I hate it, and desire all good men's love.
    First, madam, I entreat true peace of you
    Which I will purchase with my duteous service;
    Of you my noble cousin Buckingham
    1190If ever any grudge were lodged between us.
    Of you Lord Rivers, and Lord Grey of you,
    That all without desert have frowned on me,
    Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen, indeed of all:
    1195I do not know that Englishman alive
    With whom my soul is any jot at odds
    More than the infant that is born tonight;
    I thank my God for my humility.
    Queen Elizabeth
    A holy day shall this be kept hereafter.
    1200I would to God all strifes were well compounded:
    My sovereign liege, I do beseech your majesty
    To take our brother Clarence to your grace.
    Why madam, have I offered love for this,
    To be thus scornèd in this royal presence?
    1205Who knows not that the noble Duke is dead?
    [They all start.]
    You do him injury to scorn his corse.
    Who knows not he is dead? Who knows he is?
    Queen Elizabeth
    All seeing heaven, what a world is this?
    Look I so pale, Lord Dorset, as the rest?
    Aye my good lord, and no one in this presence
    But his red color hath forsook his cheeks.
    King Edward
    Is Clarence dead! The order was reversed.
    But he, poor soul, by your first order died,
    1215And that a winged Mercury did bear.
    Some tardy cripple bore the countermand
    That came too lag to see him burièd.
    God grant that some less noble and less
    Nearer in bloody thoughts but not in blood,
    1220Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did,
    And yet go current from suspicion.
    [Stanley enters and kneels.]
    A boon, my sovereign, for my service done.
    King Edward
    I pray thee, peace, my soul is full of sorrow.
    I will not rise unless your highness grant.
    King Edward
    Then speak at once, what is it thou demand'st.
    The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life
    Who slew today a riotous gentleman
    Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolk.
    1230King Edward
    Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death
    And shall the same give pardon to a slave?
    My brother slew no man, his fault was thought,
    And yet his punishment was cruel death.
    Who sued to me for him? Who in my rage
    1235Kneeled at my feet and bade me be advised?
    Who spoke of brotherhood? who spoke of love?
    Who told me how the poor soul did forsake
    The mighty Warwick and did fight for me;
    Who told me, in the field by Tewkesbury
    1240When Oxford had me down, he rescued me
    And said, "Dear brother, live and be a king?"
    Who told me, when we both lay in the field
    Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me
    Even in his own garments, and gave himself
    1245All thin and naked to the numbcold night?
    All this from my remembrance brutish wrath
    Sinfully plucked, and not a man of you
    Had so much grace to put it in my mind.
    But when your carters or your waiting vassals
    1250Have done a drunken slaughter, and defaced
    The precious image of our dear Redeemer,
    You straight are on your knees for "Pardon, pardon!"
    And I, unjustly too, must grant it you.
    [Stanley rises.]
    But for my brother, not a man would speak,
    1255Nor I, ungracious, speak unto myself
    For him, poor soul. The proudest of you all
    Have been beholding to him in his life,
    Yet none of you would once plead for his life.
    O God, I fear thy justice will take hold
    1260On me, and you, and mine, and yours for this.
    Come Hastings, help me to my closet; oh, poor Clarence!
    [He] exit[s, followed by Queen Elizabeth, Hastings, Rivers, Dorset and Stanley. Richard and Buckingham remain.]
    This is the fruit of rashness. Marked you not
    How that the guilty kindred of the Queen
    1265Looked pale when they did hear of Clarence' death?
    Oh, they did urge it still unto the King.
    God will revenge it. But come, let's in
    To comfort Edward with our company.
    Exeunt [Richard and Buckingham].
    Enter [the] Duchess of York, with Clarence's children.
    Tell me, good granam, is our father dead?
    No, boy.
    Why do you wring your hands and beat your breast
    And cry, "Oh Clarence, my unhappy son?"
    Why do you look on us and shake your head
    And call us wretches, orphans, castaways
    If that our noble father be alive?
    My pretty cousins, you mistake me much.
    I do lament the sickness of the King,
    As loath to lose him, not your father's death.
    It were lost labor to weep for one that's lost.
    Then granam, you conclude that he is dead.
    1285The King my uncle is too blame for this:
    God will revenge it, whom I will importune
    With daily prayers, all to that effect.
    Peace, children, peace, the King doth love you well.
    1290Incapable and shallow innocents,
    You cannot guess who caused your father's death.
    Granam we can: for my good uncle Gloucester
    Told me the King, provokèd by the Queen,
    Devised impeachments to imprison him.
    1295And when he told me so he wept,
    And hugged me in his arm, and kindly kissed my cheek,
    And bade me rely on him as in my father,
    And he would love me dearly as his child.
    Oh, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
    1300And with a virtuous vizard hide foul guile.
    He is my son, yea, and therein my shame,
    Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit.
    Think you my uncle did dissemble, granam?
    Aye, boy.
    I cannot think it -- [Wailing within] Hark, what noise is this?
    Enter the Quee[n, in distress].
    Queen Elizabeth
    Oh, who shall hinder me to wail and weep,
    To chide my fortune and torment myself?
    1310I'll join with black despair against my soul,
    And to myself become an enemy.
    What means this scene of rude impatience?
    Queen Elizabeth
    To make an act of tragic violence:
    Edward, my lord, your son, our king is dead.
    1315Why grow the branches now the root is withered?
    Why wither not the leaves, the sap being gone?
    If you will live, lament; if die, be brief
    That our swift-wingèd souls may catch the King's,
    Or like obedient subjects, follow him
    1320To his new kingdom of perpetual rest.
    Duchess[To the Queen]
    Ah, so much interest have I in thy sorrow
    As I had title in thy noble husband:
    I have bewept a worthy husband's death
    And lived by looking on his images.
    1325But now two mirrors of his princely semblance
    Are cracked in pieces by malignant death,
    And I for comfort have but one false glass
    Which grieves me when I see my shame in him.
    Thou art a widow, yet thou art a mother
    1330And hast the comfort of thy children left thee,
    But death hath snatched my children from mine arms
    And plucked two crutches from my feeble limbs,
    Edward and Clarence. Oh, what cause have I
    Thine being but moiety of my grief,
    1335To overgo thy plaints and drown thy cries?
    Boy[To the Queen]
    Good aunt, you wept not for our father's death;
    How can we aid you with our kindred's tears?
    Girl[To the Queen]
    Our fatherless distress was left unmoaned,
    Your widow's dolors likewise be unwept.
    1340Queen Elizabeth
    Give me no help in lamentation;
    I am not barren to bring forth laments:
    All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes,
    That I, being governed by the watery moon,
    May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world.
    1345Oh, for my husband, for my dear Lord Edward.
    Both children
    Oh, for our father, for our dear Lord Clarence.
    Alas for both, both mine, Edward and Clarence.
    Queen Elizabeth
    What stay had I but Edward, and he is gone?
    Boy, Girl
    What stay had we but Clarence, and he is gone?
    What stays had I but they, and they are gone?
    Queen Elizabeth
    Was never widow had so dear a loss.
    Both children
    Was never orphans had a dearer loss.
    Was never mother had a dearer loss.
    Alas, I am the mother of these moans;
    1355Their woes are parcelled, mine are general.
    She for an Edward weeps, and so do I.
    I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she.
    These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I.
    1358.1I for an Edward weep, so do not they.
    Alas, you three, on me, threefold distressed,
    1360Pour all your tears, I am your sorrow's nurse,
    And I will pamper it with lamentations.
    Enter [Richard] with others [including Buckingham].
    Madam, have comfort, all of us have cause
    To wail the dimming of our shining star
    But none can cure their harms by wailing them.
    Madam my mother, I do cry you mercy,
    1380I did not see your grace; humbly on my knee[Kneels.]
    I crave your blessing.
    God bless thee, and put meekness in thy mind,
    Love, charity, obedience, and true duty.
    Amen, [He stands.] [Aside] and make me die a good old man;
    1385That's the butt end of a mother's blessing.
    I marvel why her grace did leave it out.
    You cloudy princes and heart-sorrowing peers
    That bear this mutual heavy load of moan,
    Now cheer each other in each other's love;
    1390Though we have spent our harvest of this King
    We are to reap the harvest of his son.
    The broken rancor of your high-swollen hearts,
    But lately splinted, knit, and joined together,
    Must gently be preserved, cherished and kept.
    1395Me seemeth good that with some little train
    Forthwith from Ludlow the young Prince be fetched
    Hither to London, to be crowned our King.
    Then it be so, and go we to determine
    Who they shall be that straight shall post to Ludlow.
    Madam, and you my mother, will you go
    1420To give your censures in this weighty business?
    With all our hearts.
    Exeunt, [Richard and Buckingham remain].
    My lord, whoever journeys to the Prince,
    For God's sake let not us two stay behind,
    For by the way I'll sort occasion,
    1425As index to the story we late talked of,
    To part the Queen's proud kindred from the King.
    My other self, my counsel's consistory,
    My oracle, my prophet, my dear cousin!
    I like a child will go by thy direction.
    1430Towards Ludlow then, for we will not stay behind.
    Enter two citizens [at separate doors.]
    1 Citizen
    Neighbor well met, whither away so 1435fast?
    2 Citizen
    I promise you, I scarcely know myself.
    1 Citizen
    Hear you the news abroad?
    2 Citizen
    Aye, that the King is dead.
    1 Citizen
    Bad news by'rlady, seldom comes the better;
    1440I fear, I fear, 'twill prove a troublous world.
    Ent[er] another cit[izen].
    3 Citizen
    Good morrow neighbors.
    Doth this news hold of good King Edward's death?
    14451 Citizen
    It doth.
    3Then masters, look to see a troublous world.
    1 Citizen
    No no, by God's good grace his son shall reign.
    3 Citizen Woe to that land that's governed by a child.
    2 Citizen
    In him there is a hope of government
    1450That, in his nonage, council under him,
    And in his full and ripened years himself,
    No doubt shall then, and till then, govern well.
    1 Citizen
    So stood the state when Harry the Sixth
    Was crowned at Paris but at nine months old.
    14553 Citizen
    Stood the state so? No, good my friend, not so,
    For then this land was famously enriched
    With politic grave counsel; then the King
    Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace.
    2 Citizen
    So hath this, both by the father and mother.
    14603 Citizen
    Better it were they all came by the father,
    Or by the father there were none at all.
    For emulation now, who shall be nearest
    Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not.
    Oh, full of danger is the Duke of Gloucester,
    1465And the Queen's kindred haughty and proud,
    And were they to be ruled and not to rule,
    This sickly land might solace as before.
    2 Citizen
    Come, come, we fear the worst, all shall be well.
    3 Citizen
    When clouds appear, wise men put on their cloaks;
    1470When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand;
    When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?
    Untimely storms make men expect a dearth;
    All may be well, but if God sort it so
    'Tis more than we deserve or I expect.
    14751 Citizen
    Truly the souls of men are full of dread.
    Ye cannot almost reason with a man
    That looks not heavily and full of fear.
    3 Citizen
    Before the times of change still is it so.
    By a divine instinct men's minds mistrust
    1480Ensuing dangers, as by proof we see
    The waters swell before a boisterous storm.
    But leave it all to God. Whither away?
    2 Citizen
    We are sent for to the justice.
    3 Citizen
    And so was I, I'll bear you company.
    Enter Cardinal [Rotherham], Duchess of York, Queen [Elizabeth], young [Duke of] York.
    Cardinal Rotherham
    Last night I hear they lay at Northampton.
    At Stony Stratford will they be tonight;
    1490Tomorrow or next day they will be here.
    I long with all my heart to see the Prince;
    I hope he is much grown since last I saw him.
    Queen Elizabeth
    But I hear no, they say my son of York
    Hath almost overta'en him in his growth.
    Aye mother, but I would not have it so.
    Why, my young cousin, it is good to grow.
    Grandam, one night as we did sit at supper,
    My uncle Rivers talked how I did grow
    More than my brother. "Aye", quoth my Nuncle Gloucester,
    1500"Small herbs have grace, great weeds grow apace",
    And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast:
    Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make haste.
    Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold
    In him that did object the same to thee;
    1505He was the wretched'st thing when he was young,
    So long a growing, and so leisurely,
    That if this were a true rule, he should be gracious.
    Cardinal Rotherham
    Why, madam, so no doubt he is.
    I hope so too, but [yet] let mothers doubt.
    Now, by my troth, if I had been remembered
    I could have given my uncle's grace a flout
    That should have nearer touched his growth than he did mine.
    How, my pretty York? I pray thee let me hear it.
    Marry, they say my uncle grew so fast
    That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old;
    'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth.
    Granam, this would have been a biting jest.
    I pray thee pretty York, who told thee so?
    Granam, his nurse.
    His nurse? Why she was dead ere thou wert born.
    If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me.
    Queen Elizabeth
    A perilous boy, go to, you are too shrewd.
    Cardinal Rotherham
    Good madam, be not angry with the child.
    1525Queen Elizabeth
    Pitchers have ears.
    Enter Dorset.
    Cardinal Rotherham
    Here comes your son, Lord Marquess Dorset.
    What news, Lord Marquess?
    Such news, my lord, as grieves me to unfold.
    Queen Elizabeth
    How fares the Prince?
    Well, madam, and in health.
    What is thy news then?
    Lord Rivers and Lord Grey are sent to Pomfret,
    With them Sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.
    Who hath committed them?
    The mighty Dukes, Gloucester and Buckingham.
    Cardinal Rotherham
    For what offence?
    The sum of all I can I have disclosed.
    Why or for what these nobles were committed
    1540Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady.
    Queen Elizabeth
    Aye me, I see the downfall of our House;
    The tiger now hath seized the gentle hind,
    Insulting tyranny begins to jet
    Upon the innocent and lawless throne.
    1545Welcome destruction, death and massacre:
    I see as in a map the end of all.
    Accursèd and unquiet wrangling days,
    How many of you have mine eyes beheld?
    My husband lost his life to get the crown,
    1550And often up and down my sons were tossed
    For me to joy and weep their gain and loss;
    And, being seated and domestic broils
    Clean overblown, themselves the conquerors
    Make war upon themselves, 1555blood against blood,
    Self against self. O preposterous
    And frantic Outrage, end thy damnèd spleen,
    Or let me die, to look on death no more.
    Queen Elizabeth
    Come, come, my boy, we will to sanctuary.
    I'll go along with you.
    Queen Elizabeth
    You have no cause.
    Cardinal Rotherham
    My gracious lady, go,
    And thither bear your treasure and your goods;
    For my part, I'll resign unto your grace
    1565The seal I keep, and so betide to me
    As well I tender you and all of yours.
    Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary.
    The trumpets sound. 1570Enter young Prince [Edward], the Dukes of Glocester and Buckingham, Cardinal [Bourchier], [Catesby and others].
    Welcome, sweet Prince, to London, to your chamber.
    Welcome dear cousin, my thought's sovereign;
    1575The weary way hath made you melancholy.
    Prince Edward
    No, uncle, but our crosses on the way
    Have made it tedious, wearisome and heavy.
    I want more uncles here to welcome me.
    Sweet Prince, the untainted virtue of your years
    1580Hath not yet dived into the world's deceit,
    Nor more can you distinguish of a man
    Than of his outward show, which God he knows,
    Seldom or never jumpeth with the heart.
    Those uncles which you want were dangerous;
    1585Your grace attended to their sugared words
    But looked not on the poison of their hearts.
    God keep you from them, and from such false friends.
    Prince Edward
    God keep me from false friends, but they were none.
    My lord, the Mayor of London comes to greet you.
    Enter Lord Mayor.
    God bless your grace with health and happy days.
    1595Prince Edward
    I thank you, good my lord, and thank you all.
    I thought my mother and my brother York
    Would long ere this have met us on the way.
    Fie, what a slug is Hastings that he comes not
    To tell us whether they will come or no.
    1600Enter L[ord] Hast[ings].
    And in good time, here comes the sweating lord.
    Prince Edward
    Welcome my lord. What, will our mother come?
    On what occasion, God he knows, not I,
    The Queen your mother and your brother York
    Have taken sanctuary. The tender Prince
    Would fain have come with me to meet your grace
    But by his mother was perforce withheld.
    Fie, what an indirect and peevish course
    Is this of hers! Lord Cardinal, will your grace
    Persuade the Queen to send the Duke of York
    Unto his princely brother presently?
    If she deny, Lord Hastings go with him,
    1615And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce.
    Cardinal Bourchier
    My Lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory
    Can from his mother win the Duke of York,
    Anon expect him here, but if she be obdurate
    To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid
    1620We should infringe the holy privilege
    Of blessèd sanctuary; not for all this land
    Would I be guilty of so deep a sin.
    You are too senseless-obstinate my lord,
    Too ceremonious and traditional.
    1625Weigh it but with the grossness of this age.
    You break not sanctuary in seizing him;
    The benefit thereof is always granted
    To those whose dealings have deserved the place
    And those who have the wit to claim the place.
    1630This Prince hath neither claimed it nor deserved it
    And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it.
    Then taking him from thence that is not there
    You break no privilege nor charter there.
    Oft have I heard of sanctuary men,
    1635But sanctuary children, never till now.
    Cardinal Bourchier
    My lord you shall overrule my mind for once.
    Come on Lord Hastings, will you go with me?
    I go my lord. [Exeunt Hastings and the Cardinal.]
    Prince Edward
    Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may.
    1640Say uncle Gloucester, if our brother come,
    Where shall we sojourn till our coronation?
    Where it seems best unto your royal self.
    If I may counsel you, some day or two
    Your highness shall repose you at the Tower;
    1645Then where you please, and shall be thought most fit
    For your best health and recreation.
    Prince Edward
    I do not like the Tower of any place.
    Did Julius Caesar build that place, my lord?
    He did, my gracious lord, begin that place
    1650Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified.
    Prince Edward
    Is it upon record, or else reported
    Successively from age to age, he built it?
    Upon record my gracious lord.
    Prince Edward
    But say, my lord, it were not registered,
    1655Methinks the truth should live from age to age,
    As 'twere retailed to all posterity,
    Even to the general, all-ending day.
    [Aside] So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
    Prince Edward
    What say you, uncle?
    I say, without characters fame lives long.
    [Aside] Thus like the formal Vice, Iniquity,
    I moralize two meanings in one word.
    Prince Edward
    That Julius Caesar was a famous man;
    With what his valor did enrich his wit,
    1665His wit set down to make his valor live:
    Death makes no conquest of this conqueror
    For now he lives in fame, though not in life.
    I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham.
    What, my gracious lord?
    1670Prince Edward
    And if I live until I be a man
    I'll win our ancient right in France again
    Or die a soldier as I lived a king.
    [Aside] Short summers lightly have a forward spring.
    Enter young York, Hastings, Cardinal.
    Now in good time, here comes the Duke of York.
    Prince Edward
    Richard of York, how fares our loving brother?
    Well, my dread lord, so must I call you now.
    1680Prince Edward
    Aye, brother, to our grief as it is yours;
    Too late he died that might have kept that title,
    Which by his death hath lost much majesty.
    How fares our cousin, noble Lord of York?
    I thank you, gentle uncle. Oh, my lord,
    1685You said that idle weeds are fast in growth:
    The Prince my brother hath outgrown me far.
    He hath, my lord.
    And therefore is he idle?
    Oh, my fair cousin, I must not say so.
    Then he is more beholding to you than I.
    He may command me as my sovereign,
    But you have power in me as in a kinsman.
    I pray you uncle, give me this dagger.
    My dagger, little cousin, with all my heart.
    1695Prince Edward
    A beggar, brother?
    Of my kind uncle that I know will give,
    And being but a toy, which is no grief to give.
    A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin.
    A greater gift, oh, that's the sword to it.
    Aye, gentle cousin, were it light enough.
    Oh, then I see you will part but with light gifts;
    In weightier things you'll say a beggar nay.
    It is too heavy for your grace to wear.
    I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.
    What, would you have my weapon, little lord?
    I would, that I might thank you as you call me.
    York Little.
    1710Prince Edward
    My Lord of York will still be cross in talk;
    Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him.
    You mean, to bear me, not to bear with me:
    Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me:
    Because that I am little, like an ape,
    1715He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulder.
    With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons:
    To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle
    He prettily and aptly taunts himself;
    So cunning and so young is wonderful.
    My lord, will't please you pass along?
    Myself and my good cousin Buckingham
    Will to your mother, to entreat of her
    To meet you at the Tower and welcome you.
    [To Prince Edward] What, will you go unto the Tower, my lord?
    1725Prince Edward
    My Lord Protector needs will have it so.
    I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower.
    Why, what should you fear?
    Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost.
    My granam told me he was murdered there.
    1730Prince Edward
    I fear no uncles dead.
    Nor none that live, I hope.
    Prince Edward
    And if they live, I hope I need not fear.
    But come my lord, with a heavy heart,
    Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower.
    1735Exeunt Prin[ce Edward], [Duke of] Yor[k, Cardinal,] Hast[ings, and Mayor]. Rich[ard], Buck[ingham and Catesby remain].
    Think you, my lord, this little prating York
    Was not incensèd by his subtle mother
    To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously?
    No doubt, no doubt, oh, 'tis a perilous boy,
    Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable,
    He is all the mother's, from the top to toe.
    Well, let them rest. Come hither, Catesby.[Catesby approaches Richard and Buckingham.]
    Thou art sworn as deeply to effect what we intend
    1745As closely to conceal what we impart.
    Thou knowest our reasons urged upon the way;
    What thinkest thou? Is it not an easy matter
    To make William Lord Hastings of our mind
    For the installment of this noble Duke
    1750In the seat royal of this famous isle?
    He for his father's sake so loves the Prince
    That he will not be won to aught against him.
    What thinkest thou then of Stanley, what will he?
    He will do all in all as Hastings doth.
    Well then, no more but this:
    Go, gentle Catesby, and as it were afar off,
    Sound thou Lord Hastings, how he stands affected
    Unto our purpose; if he be willing,
    Encourage him and show him all our reasons.
    If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling,
    1765Be thou so too, and so break off your talk
    And give us notice of his inclination,
    For we tomorrow hold divided councils,
    Wherein thyself shalt highly be employed.
    Commend me to Lord William, tell him Catesby,
    1770His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries
    Tomorrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle;
    And bid my friend, for joy of this good news,
    Give Mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more.
    Good Catesby, effect this business soundly.
    My good lords both, with all the heed I may.
    Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we sleep?
    You shall my lord.
    At Crosby Place, there shall you find us both.
    [Exit Catesby.]
    Now my lord, what shall we do if we perceive
    William Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots?
    Chop off his head, man -- somewhat we will do;
    1785And look when I am King, claim thou of me
    The earldom of Hereford and the moveables
    Whereof the King my brother stood possessed.
    I'll claim that promise at your grace's hands.
    And look to have it yielded with all willingness.
    1790Come let us sup betimes, that afterwards
    We may digest our complots in some form.
    Enter a messenger to Lo[rd] Hastings.
    [Knocking at the door.]What ho, my lord.
    [Within.] Who knocks at the door?
    A messenger from the Lord Stanley.
    1800Enter L[ord] Hast[ings].
    What's o'clock?
    Upon the stroke of four.
    Cannot thy master sleep these tedious nights?
    So it should seem by that I have to say:
    First he commends him to your noble lordship.
    And then?
    And then he sends you word
    He dreamed tonight the boar had razed his helm.
    Besides, he says there are two councils held,
    And that may be determined at the one
    1810Which may make you and him to rue at the other.
    Therefore he sends to know your lordship's pleasure,
    If presently you will take horse with him
    And with all speed post into the north
    To shun the danger that his soul divines.
    Go fellow, go, return unto thy lord,
    Bid him not fear the separated councils:
    His honor and myself are at the one,
    And at the other is my servant Catesby,
    Where nothing can proceed that toucheth us
    1820Whereof I shall not have intelligence.
    Tell him his fears are shallow, wanting instance,
    And for his dreams, I wonder he is so fond
    To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers;
    To fly the boar before the boar pursues us
    1825Were to incense the boar to follow us
    And make pursuit where he did mean no chase.
    Go bid thy master rise and come to me
    And we will both together to the Tower
    Where he shall see the boar will use us kindly.
    My gracious lord, I'll tell him what you say.
    Enter Cates[by].
    Many good morrows to my noble lord.
    Good morrow Catesby, you are early stirring;
    1835What news, what news in this our tottering state?
    It is a reeling world indeed, my lord,
    And I believe it will never stand upright
    Till Richard wear the garland of the realm.
    How? Wear the garland? 1840Dost thou mean the crown?
    Aye, my good lord.
    I'll have this crown of mine cut from my shoulders
    Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced.
    But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it?
    Upon my life, my lord, and hopes to find you forward
    Upon his party for the gain thereof,
    And thereupon he sends you this good news,
    That this same very day your enemies,
    The kindred of the Queen, must die at Pomfret.
    Indeed I am no mourner for that news
    Because they have been still mine enemies;
    But that I'll give my voice on Richard's side
    To bar my master's heirs in true descent,
    God knows I will not do it, to the death.
    God keep your lordship in that gracious mind.
    But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month hence
    That they who brought me in my master's hate,
    I live to look upon their tragedy.
    1860I tell thee Catesby.
    What, my lord?
    Ere a fortnight make me elder
    I'll send some packing that yet think not on it.
    'Tis a vile thing to die my gracious lord
    When men are unprepared and look not for it.
    Oh, monstrous, monstrous, and so falls it out
    1865With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey, and so 'twill do
    With some men else, who think themselves as safe
    As thou and I, who as thou knowest are dear
    To princely Richard and to Buckingham.
    The Princes both make high account of you,
    1870[Aside] For they account his head upon the bridge.
    I know they do, and I have well deserved it.
    Enter Lord Stanley.
    What my lord, where is your boar spear, man?
    Fear you the boar and go so unprovided?
    My lord, good morrow; good morrow Catesby.
    You may jest on: but by the holy rood
    I do not like these several councils, I.
    My lord I hold my life as dear as you do yours,
    And never in my life I do protest
    1880Was it more precious to me than it is now.
    Think you, but that I know our state secure,
    I would be so triumphant as I am?
    The lords at Pomfret when they rode from London
    Were jocund, and supposed their states was sure,
    1885And they indeed had no cause to mistrust,
    But yet you see how soon the day overcast.
    This sudden stab of rancor I misdoubt;
    Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward.
    But come, my lord, shall we to the Tower?
    I go -- but stay, hear you not the news?
    This day those men you talked of are beheaded.
    They for their truth might better wear their heads
    Than some that have accused them wear their hats.
    1895But come my lord, let us away.
    Enter Hastin[gs], a pursuivant.
    Go you before, I'll follow presently.
    Ex[eun]t Lord Stanley and Catesby.
    Well met Hastings, how goes the world with thee?
    The better that it please your lordship to ask.
    I tell thee fellow, 'tis better with me now
    Than when I met thee last where now we meet:
    Then was I going prisoner to the Tower
    By the suggestion of the Queen's allies,
    1905But now I tell thee -- keep it to thyself --
    This day those enemies are put to death
    And I in better state than ever I was.
    God hold it to your Honor's good content.
    Gramercy Hastings -- hold, spend thou that.
    1910He gives him his purse.
    God save your lordship!
    [Exit pursuivant.]
    Enter a priest.
    What Sir John, you are well met,
    I am beholding to you for your last day's exercise;
    Come the next Sabbath and I will content you.
    He whispers in his ear.
    Enter Buckingham.
    How now Lord Chamberlain, what, talking with a priest?
    Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest;
    Your honor hath no shriving work in hand.
    Good faith, and when I met this holy man
    Those men you talk of came into my mind.
    1925What, go you to the Tower my lord?
    I do, but long I shall not stay;
    I shall return before your lordship thence.
    'Tis like enough, for I stay dinner there.
    [Aside] And supper too, although thou knowest it not.
    1930Come shall we go along?
    Enter Sir Richard Ratcliffe [and guards], with the lords Rivers, Grey and Vaughan, prisoners.
    Come, bring forth the prisoners.
    Sir Richard Ratcliffe, let me tell thee this:
    To day shalt thou behold a subject die
    For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.
    God keep the Prince from all the pack of you:
    A knot you are of damnèd bloodsuckers.
    O Pomfret, Pomfret, O thou bloody prison,
    Fatal and ominous to noble peers.
    1945Within the guilty closure of thy walls
    Richard the Second here was hacked to death,
    And for more slander to thy dismal soul
    We give thee up our guiltless bloods to drink.
    Now Margaret's curse is fallen upon our heads
    For standing by when Richard stabbed her son.
    Then cursed she Hastings, then cursed she Buckingham:
    Then cursed she Richard. O remember, God,
    1955To hear her prayers for them as now for us,
    And for my sister and her princely son:
    Be satisfied, dear God, with our true bloods,
    Which as thou knowest unjustly must be spilled.
    Come, come, dispatch, the limit of your lives is out.
    Come Grey, come Vaughan, let us all embrace
    And take our leave until we meet in heaven.
    Enter the lords to Council, [including Hastings, Buckingham, Stanley and the Bishop of Ely, at a table].
    My lords, at once the cause why we are met
    Is to determine of the coronation.
    In God's name say, when is this royal day?
    Are all things fitting for that royal time?
    It is, and wants but nomination.
    Tomorrow then I guess a happy time.
    Who knows the Lord Protector's mind herein?
    Who is most inward with the noble Duke?
    Why you, my lord; methinks you should soonest know his mind.
    Who I, my lord? We know each other's faces,
    But for our hearts, he knows no more of mine
    Than I of yours; nor I no more of his than you of mine.
    1980Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love.
    I thank his grace, I know he loves me well,
    But for his purpose in the coronation,
    I have not sounded him nor he delivered
    His grace's pleasure any way therein:
    1985But you my noble lords may name the time
    And in the Duke's behalf I'll give my voice,
    Which I presume he will take in gentle part.
    Now in good time, here comes the Duke himself.
    Ent[er Richard].
    My noble lords and cousins all, good morrow,
    I have been long a sleeper, but I hope
    My absence doth neglect no great designs
    Which by my presence might have been concluded.
    Had not you come upon your cue, my lord,
    1995William Lord Hastings had now pronounced your part --
    I mean, your voice for crowning of the King.
    Than my Lord Hastings no man might be bolder:
    His lordship knows me well, and loves me well.
    I thank your grace.
    My Lord of Ely.
    My lord?
    When I was last in Holborn
    2000I saw good strawberries in your garden there.
    I do beseech you, send for some of them.
    I go, my lord.
    Cousin Buckingham, a word with you.
    [They move aside.]
    2005Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business
    And finds the testy gentleman so hot,
    As he will lose his head ere give consent
    His master's son as, worshipful, he terms it,
    Shall lose the royalty of England's throne.
    Withdraw you hence, my lord, I'll follow you.
    Ex[eunt Richard and Buckingham].
    We have not yet set down this day of triumph.
    Tomorrow in mine opinion is too sudden
    For I myself am not so well provided
    Enter B[ishop] of Ely.
    2015As else I would be were the day prolonged.
    Where is my Lord Protector? I have sent for these strawberries.
    His grace looks cheerfully and smooth today;
    2020There's some conceit or other likes him well
    When he doth bid good morrow with such a spirit.
    I think there is never a man in Christendom
    That can lesser hide his love or hate than he,
    For by his face straight shall you know his heart.
    What of his heart perceive you in his face
    By any likelihood he showed today?
    Marry, that with no man here he is offended,
    For if he were, he would have shown it in his looks.
    I pray God he be not, I say.
    Enter [Richard with Buckingham and Catesby].
    I pray you all, what do they deserve
    That do conspire my death with devilish plots
    Of damnèd witchcraft, and that have prevailed,
    Upon my body with their hellish charms?
    The tender love I bear your grace, my lord,
    2035Makes me most forward in this noble presence
    To doom the offenders, whatsoever they be.
    I say my lord, they have deservèd death.
    Then be your eyes the witness of this ill:
    See how I am bewitched: behold mine arm
    2040Is like a blasted sapling withered up.
    This is that Edward's wife, that monstrous witch,
    Consorted with that harlot strumpet Shore,
    That by their witchcraft thus have markèd me.
    If they have done this thing, my gracious lord --
    If! Thou protector of this damnèd strumpet,
    Tell'st thou me of ifs? Thou art a traitor.
    Off with his head! Now by Saint Paul
    I will not dine today, I swear,
    Until I see the same. Some see it done,
    2050The rest that love me, come and follow me.
    Exeunt.Cat[esby remains] with Ha[stings].
    Woe, woe for England, not a whit for me,
    For I, too fond, might have prevented this.
    2055Stanley did dream the boar did race his helm
    But I disdained it and did scorn to fly.
    Three times today my footcloth horse did stumble
    And startled when he looked upon the Tower
    As loath to bear me to the slaughterhouse.
    2060Oh, now I want the priest that spake to me,
    I now repent I told the pursuivant,
    As 'twere triumphing at mine enemies,
    How they at Pomfret bloodily were butchered,
    And I myself secure in grace and favor.
    2065O Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse
    Is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head.
    Dispatch, my lord, the Duke would be at dinner:
    Make a short shrift, he longs to see your head.
    O momentary state of worldly men
    2070Which we more hunt for than the grace of heaven,
    Who builds his hopes in air of your fair looks
    Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast,
    Ready with every nod to tumble down
    Into the fatal bowels of the deep.
    Come, lead me to the block, bear him my head,
    2080They smile at me that shortly shall be dead.
    The table is removed.
    Enter [Richard] and Buckingham in [rotten] armor[, marvellously ill-favoured].
    Come cousin, 2085canst thou quake and change thy color?
    Murder thy breath in middle of a word,
    And then begin again, and stop again,
    As if thou wert distraught and mad with terror?
    Tut, fear not me.
    I can counterfeit the deep tragedian,
    2090Speak, and look back, and pry on every side
    Intending deep suspicion; ghastly looks
    Are at my service like enforcèd smiles,
    And both are ready in their offices
    2095To grace my stratagems.
    Enter Mayor.
    Here comes the Mayor.
    Let me alone to entertain him. Lord Mayor --
    2100Richard [Calling offstage.]
    Look to the drawbridge there!
    The reason we have sent for you --
    [Calling offstage.]Catesby, overlook the walls!
    Hark, I hear a drum!
    Look back, defend thee, here are enemies!
    God and our innocence defend us!
    Enter Catesby with Hast[ings's] head.
    Oh, oh, be quiet, it is Catesby.
    Here is the head of that ignoble traitor,
    The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings.
    [Gives the head to Richard.]
    So dear I loved the man that I must weep:
    [He weeps.]
    I took him for the plainest, harmless man
    That breathed upon this earth a Christian,
    2112.1Look ye, my Lord Mayor,
    [Shows, or gives, the head to the Mayor.]
    Made him my book wherein my soul recorded
    The history of all her secret thoughts.
    2115So smooth he daubed his vice with show of virtue
    That, his apparent open guilt omitted --
    I mean his conversation with Shore's wife --
    He lived from all attainder of suspect.
    Well, well, he was the covertest sheltered traitor
    2120That ever lived. Would you have imagined
    Or almost believe, wert not by great preservation
    We live to tell it you, the subtle traitor
    Had this day plotted, in the Council House
    2125To murder me and my good Lord of Gloucester?
    What, had he so?
    What? Think you we are Turks or Infidels,
    Or that we would, against the form of law,
    Proceed thus rashly to the villain's death
    2130But that the extreme peril of the case,
    The peace of England and our person's safety
    Enforced us to this execution?
    Now fair befall you, he deserved his death,
    And you my good lords both have well proceeded
    2135To warn false traitors from the like attempts.
    I never looked for better at his hands
    After he once fell in with Mistress Shore.
    Yet had not we determined he should die
    Until your lordship came to see his death,
    2140Which now the loving haste of these our friends,
    Somewhat against our meaning, have prevented,
    Because, my lord, we would have had you heard
    The traitor speak, and timorously confess
    The manner and the purpose of his treason,
    2145That you might well have signified the same
    Unto the citizens, who haply may
    Misconster us in him, and wail his death.
    But, my good lord, your grace's word shall serve
    As well as I had seen or heard him speak,
    2150And doubt you not, right noble Princes both,
    But I'll acquaint your duteous citizens,
    With all your just proceedings in this cause.
    And to that end we wished your lordship here
    To avoid the carping censures of the world.
    But since you come too late of our intents,
    Yet witness what we did intend, and so, my lord, adieu.
    Exit Mayor.
    After, after, cousin Buckingham,
    2160The Mayor towards Guildhall hies him in all post.
    There at your meet'st advantage of the time
    Infer the bastardy of Edward's children.
    Tell them how Edward put to death a citizen
    Only for saying he would make his son
    2165Heir to the Crown, meaning indeed his house
    Which by the sign thereof was termèd so.
    Moreover, urge his hateful luxury
    And bestial appetite in change of lust
    Which stretchèd to their servants, daughters, wives,
    2170Even where his lustful eye or savage heart
    Without control listed to make his prey;
    Nay, for a need, thus far come near my person:
    Tell them, when that my mother went with child
    Of that insatiate Edward, noble York
    2175My princely father then had wars in France,
    And, by just computation of the time,
    Found that the issue was not his begot,
    Which well appearèd in his lineaments,
    Being nothing like the noble Duke my father.
    2180But touch this sparingly, as it were far off,
    Because, you know, my lord, my mother lives.
    Fear not, my lord, I'll play the orator,
    As if the golden fee for which I plead
    Were for myself.
    If you thrive well, bring them to Baynard's Castle
    Where you shall find me well accompanied
    With reverend fathers and well-learned bishops.
    About three or four o'clock look to hear
    What news Guildhall affordeth, and so my lord, farewell.
    2190Exit Buc[kingham].
    Now will I in to take some privy order
    2195To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight,
    And to give notice that no manner of person
    At any time have recourse unto the Princes.
    [Exeunt Richard and Catesby.]
    Enter a scrivener with a paper in his hand.
    Scrivener This is the indictment of the good Lord Hastings,
    2200Which in a set hand fairly is engrossed
    That it may be this day read over in Paul's,
    And mark how well the sequel hangs together:
    Eleven hours I spent to write it over,
    For yesternight by Catesby was it brought me.
    2205The precedent was full as long adoing,
    And yet within these five hours lived Lord Hastings
    Untainted, unexamined, free, at liberty.
    Here's a good world the while! Why who's so gross
    That sees not this palpable device?
    2210Yet who's so bold but says he sees it not?
    Bad is the world and all will come to naught
    When such bad dealing must be seen in thought.
    Enter [Richard] at one door, Buckingham at another.
    How now, my lord, what say the citizens?
    Now by the holy mother of our Lord,
    The citizens are mum, and speak not a word.
    Touched you the bastardy of Edward's children?
    I did, with the insatiate greediness of his desires,
    His tyranny for trifles, his own bastardy,
    As being got, your father then in France;
    2225Withal I did infer your lineaments,
    Being the right idea of your father
    Both in your form and nobleness of mind;
    Laid open all your victories in Scotland,
    Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace,
    2230Your bounty, virtue, fair humility;
    Indeed left nothing fitting for the purpose
    Untouched, or slightly handled in discourse.
    And when mine oratory grew to an end
    I bid them that did love their country's good
    2235Cry, "God save Richard, England's royal King!"
    Ah, and did they so?
    No, so God help me,
    But like dumb statues or breathing stones
    Gazed each on other and looked deadly pale,
    2240Which, when I saw, I reprehended them,
    And asked the Mayor what meant this wilful silence.
    His answer was, the people were not wont
    To be spoke to but by the Recorder.
    Then he was urged to tell my tale again.
    2245"Thus saith the Duke, thus hath the Duke inferred,"
    But nothing spake in warrant from himself.
    When he had done, some followers of mine own
    At the lower end of the hall hurled up their caps
    And some ten voices cried, "God save King Richard."
    "Thanks loving citizens and friends," quoth I.
    "This general applause and loving shout
    Argues your wisdoms and your love to Richard,"
    And so broke off and came away.
    What tongueless blocks were they, would they not speak?
    No, by my troth, my lord.
    Will not the Mayor then and his brethren come?
    The Mayor is here at hand, intend some fear,
    Be not spoken withal but with mighty suit,
    2260And look you get a prayer book in your hand,
    And stand betwixt two churchmen, good my lord,
    For on that ground I'll build a holy descant.
    Be not easily won to our request,
    Play the maid's part: say no, but take it.
    Fear not me, if thou canst plead as well for them
    As I can say nay to thee for myself,
    No doubt we'll bring it to a happy issue.
    You shall see what I can do, get you up to the leads.
    Exit [Richard.]
    [Enter the Mayor and citizens].
    2270Now my Lord Mayor, I dance attendance here.
    I think the Duke will not be spoke withal.
    Enter Catesby.
    Here comes his servant. How now, Catesby, what says he?
    My lord, he doth entreat your grace
    To visit him tomorrow or next day.
    He is within with two right reverend fathers
    Divinely bent to meditation
    And in no worldly suit would he be moved
    2280To draw him from his holy exercise.
    Return, good Catesby, to thy lord again,
    Tell him myself, the Mayor and citizens
    In deep designs and matters of great moment
    No less importing than our general good
    2285Are come to have some conference with his grace.
    I'll tell him what you say, my lord.
    Aha, my lord, this Prince is not an Edward;
    He is not lulling on a lewd day bed
    But on his knees at meditation;
    2290Not dallying with a brace of courtesans
    But meditating with two deep divines;
    Not sleeping to engross his idle body
    But praying to enrich his watchful soul.
    Happy were England would this gracious Prince
    2295Take on himself the sovereignty thereon,
    But sure, I fear, we shall never win him to it.
    Marry, God forbid his grace should say us nay.
    I fear he will -- How now Catesby,
    2300Enter Cates[by].
    What says your lord?
    My lord, he wonders to what end you have assembled
    Such troops of citizens to speak with him,
    His grace not being warned thereof before.
    2305My lord, he fears you mean no good to him.
    Sorry I am my noble cousin should
    Suspect me that I mean no good to him.
    By heaven I come in perfect love to him,
    And so once more return and tell his grace:
    Exit Catesby.
    2310[To the Mayor.] When holy and devout religious men
    Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence,
    So sweet is zealous contemplation.
    Enter Rich[ard] with two bishops, alo[f]t.
    See where he stands between two clergy2315men.
    Two props of virtue for a Christian prince
    To stay him from the fall of vanity.
    2320Famous Plantagenet, most gracious Prince,
    Lend favorable ears to our request
    And pardon us the interruption
    Of thy devotion and right Christian zeal.
    [Re-enter Catesby.]
    My lord, there needs no such apology.
    2325I rather do beseech you pardon me
    Who, earnest in the service of my God,
    Neglect the visitation of my friends.
    But leaving this, what is your grace's pleasure?
    Even that I hope which pleaseth God above
    2330And all good men of this ungoverned isle.
    I do suspect I have done some offense
    That seems disgracious in the city's eyes
    And that you come to reprehend my ignorance.
    You have, my lord, 2335would it please your grace
    At our entreaties to amend that fault.
    Else wherefore breathe I in a Christian land?
    Then know it is your fault that you resign
    The supreme seat, the throne majestical,
    2340The sceptered office of your ancestors,
    The lineal glory of your royal House
    To the corruption of a blemished stock,
    Whilst in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts,
    2345Which here we waken to our country's good,
    This noble isle doth want her proper limbs,
    Her face defaced with scars of infamy,
    And almost shouldered in the swallowing gulf
    2350Of blind forgetfulness and dark oblivion,
    Which to recure, we heartily solicit
    Your gracious self to take on you the sovereignty thereof,
    Not as protector, steward, substitute,
    2355Or lowly factor for another's gain,
    But as successively from blood to blood,
    Your right of birth, your empery, your own.
    For this, consorted with the citizens,
    Your very worshipful and loving friends,
    2360And by their vehement instigation,
    In this just suit come I to move your grace.
    I know not, whether to depart in silence
    Or bitterly to speak in your reproof
    Best fitteth my degree or your condition.
    2375Your love deserves my thanks, but my desert
    Unmeritable shuns your high request.
    First, if all obstacles were cut away,
    And that my path were even to the crown
    As my ripe revenue and due by birth,
    2380Yet so much is my poverty of spirit,
    So mighty and so many my defects,
    As I had rather hide me from my greatness,
    Being a bark to brook no mighty sea,
    Than in my greatness covet to be hid,
    2385And in the vapor of my glory smothered:
    But God be thankèd there's no need of me,
    And much I need to help you if need were;
    The royal tree hath left us royal fruit
    Which, mellowed by the stealing hours of time,
    2390Will well become the seat of majesty
    And make, no doubt, us happy by his reign;
    On him I lay what you would lay on me:
    The right and fortune of his happy stars,
    Which God defend that I should wring from him.
    My lord, this argues conscience in your grace,
    But the respects thereof are nice and trivial,
    All circumstances well considerèd:
    You say that Edward is your brother's son;
    So say we too, but not by Edward's wife,
    2400For first he was contract to Lady Lucy --
    Your mother lives a witness to that vow --
    And afterward by substitute betrothed
    To Bona, sister to the King of France.
    These both put by, a poor petitioner,
    2405A care-crazed mother of a many children,
    A beauty-waning and distressèd widow,
    Even in the afternoon of her best days
    Made prise and purchase of his lustful eye,
    Seduced the pitch and height of all his thoughts
    2410To base declension and loathed bigamy:
    By her in his unlawful bed he got
    This Edward, whom our manners term the Prince.
    More bitterly could I expostulate,
    Save that for reverence to some alive
    2415I give a sparing limit to my tongue.
    Then good my lord, take to your royal self
    This proffered benefit of dignity,
    If not to bless us and the land withal,
    Yet to draw out your royal stock
    2420From the corruption of abusing time
    Unto a lineal, true-derivèd course.
    Do, good my lord, your citizens entreat you.
    Oh, make them joyful, grant their lawful suit.
    Alas, why would you heap these cares on me?
    I am unfit for state and dignity;
    I do beseech you take it not amiss,
    I cannot nor I will not yield to you.
    If you refuse it, as in love and zeal
    2430Loath to depose the child, your brother's son,
    As well we know your tenderness of heart
    And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse,
    Which we have noted in you, to your kin
    And equally indeed to all estates,
    2435Yet whether you accept our suit or no,
    Your brother's son shall never reign our king
    But we will plant some other in the throne
    To the disgrace and downfall of your House,
    And in this resolution here we leave you.
    2440Come citizens. Zounds! I'll entreat no more.[They start to leave.]
    Oh, do not swear, my Lord of Buckingham.
    Call them again, my lord, and accept their suit.
    Another citizen
    Do, good my lord, lest all the land do rue it.
    Would you enforce me to a world of care?
    Well, call them again,
    [Exit Catesby.]
    I am not made of stones
    2445But penetrable to your kind entreats,
    Albeit against my conscience and my soul.
    [Re-enter Buckingham, Mayor, Catesby and citizens.]
    Cousin of Buckingham, and you sage, grave men,
    Since you will buckle fortune on my back
    2450To bear her burden whether I will or no,
    I must have patience to endure the load,
    But if black scandal or foul-faced reproach
    Attend the sequel of your imposition,
    Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me
    2455From all the impure blots and stains thereof,
    For God he knows, and you may partly see,
    How far I am from the desire thereof.
    God bless your grace, we see it, and will say it.
    In saying so, you shall but say the truth.
    Then I salute you with this kingly title:
    Long live Richard, England's royal King!
    Tomorrow will it please you to be crowned?
    Even when you will, since you will have it so.
    Tomorrow then we will attend your grace.
    Come, let us to our holy task again --
    Farewell good cousin, farewell gentle friends.
    Enter [Elizabeth the ]Queen Mother, Duchess of York, Marquess Dorset, at one door, [Anne] Duchess of Gloucest[er] at another door.
    Who meets us here, my niece Plantagenet?
    Queen Elizabeth
    Sister well met; whither away so fast?
    No farther than the Tower, and as I guess
    Upon the like devotion as yourselves:
    To gratulate the tender princes there.
    2485Queen Elizabeth
    Kind sister thanks, we'll enter all together,
    Enter [Brakenbury,] Lieutenant [of the Tower].
    And in good time, here the Lieutenant comes.
    Master Lieutenant, pray you by your leave,
    How fares the Prince?
    Well, madam, and in health, but by your leave
    I may not suffer you to visit him.
    The King hath straitly charged the contrary.
    Queen Elizabeth
    The King? Why, who's that?
    I cry you mercy, I mean the Lord Protector.
    2495Queen Elizabeth
    The Lord protect him from that kingly title.
    Hath he set bounds betwixt their love and me?
    I am their mother, who should keep me from them?
    I am their father's mother, I will see them.
    Their aunt I am in law, in love their mother;
    Then fear not thou, I'll bear thy blame
    And take thy office from thee on my peril.
    I do beseech your graces all to pardon me:
    I am bound by oath, I may not do it.
    Enter L[ord] Stanley.
    Let me but meet you ladies an hour hence,
    And I'll salute your grace of York as mother
    And reverent looker-on of two fair queens.
    2510Come, madam, you must go with me to Westminster,
    There to be crownèd Richard's royal queen.
    Queen Elizabeth
    Oh, cut my lace asunder, that my pent heart
    May have some scope to beat, or else I swoon
    With this dead-killing news.
    Madam, have comfort, how fares your grace?
    Queen Elizabeth
    Oh, Dorset, speak not to me, get thee hence;
    Death and destruction dog thee at the heels.
    2520Thy mother's name is ominous to children.
    If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas
    And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell --
    Go, hie thee, hie thee from this slaughter house
    Lest thou increase the number of the dead
    2525And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse,
    Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen.
    Full of wise care is this your counsel, madam --
    [To Dorset] Take all the swift advantage of the time;
    You shall have letters from me to my son
    2530To meet you on the way and welcome you.
    Be not ta'en tardy by unwise delay.
    O ill-dispersing wind of misery,
    O my accursèd womb, the bed of death:
    A cockatrice hast thou hatch to the world
    2535Whose unavoided eye is murderous.
    [To Anne] Come, madam, I in all haste was sent.
    And I in all unwillingness will go.
    I would to God that the inclusive verge
    Of golden metal that must round my brow
    2540Were red-hot steel, to sear me to the brain;
    Annointed let me be with deadly poison
    And die ere men can say, "God save the Queen."
    Queen Elizabeth
    Alas, poor soul, I envy not thy glory;
    To feed my humor, wish thyself no harm.
    No. When he that is my husband now
    Came to me, as I followed Henry's corse,
    When scarce the blood was well washed from his hands
    Which issued from my other angel-husband
    And that dead saint which then I weeping followed,
    2550O when, I say, I looked on Richard's face,
    This was my wish, "Be thou" quoth I, "accursed,
    For making me, so young, so old a widow;
    And when thou wed'st, let sorrow haunt thy bed,
    And be thy wife, if any be so, made
    2555As miserable by the death of thee
    As thou hast made me by my dear lord's death."
    Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again,
    Even in so short a space my woman's heart
    Grossly grew captive to his honey words
    2560And proved the subject of my own soul's curse,
    Which ever since hath kept my eyes from sleep,
    For never yet one hour in his bed
    Have I enjoyed the golden dew of sleep,
    But have been wakèd by his timorous dreams.
    2565Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick,
    And will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me.
    Queen Elizabeth
    Alas poor soul, I pity thy complaints.
    No more than from my soul I mourn for yours.
    2570Queen Elizabeth
    [To Anne] Farewell, thou woeful welcomer of glory.
    [To Elizabeth] Adieu poor soul, thou tak'st thy leave of it.
    [To Dorset] Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune guide thee;
    [To Anne] Go thou to Richard, and good angels guard thee;
    2575[To Elizabeth] Go thou to sanctuary, good thoughts possess thee;
    I to my grave where peace and rest lie with me.
    Eighty-odd years of sorrow have I seen,
    And each hour's joy wracked with a week of teen.
    [A throne is set forth.] The trumpets sound. Enter Richard crowned, Buckingham, Catesby, with other nobles [and a page boy].
    2590King Richard
    Stand all apart!
    [The courtiers stand back.]
    Cousin of Buckingham,
    Give me thy hand:
    Here he ascends the throne[, assisted by Buckingham].
    Thus high by thy advice
    And thy assistance is King Richard seated;
    2595But shall we wear these honors for a day?
    Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?
    Still live they, and for ever may they last.
    King Richard
    Oh, Buckingham, now do I play the touch
    To try if thou be current gold indeed:
    2600Young Edward lives -- think now what I would say.
    Say on, my gracious sovereign.
    King Richard
    Why, Buckingham, I say I would be king.
    Why so you are, my thrice renownèd liege.
    King Richard
    Ha! Am I king? 'Tis so, but Edward lives.
    True, noble Prince.
    King Richard
    Oh, bitter consequence
    That Edward still should live true noble prince. . .
    Cousin, thou wert not wont to be so dull:
    Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead
    2610And I would have it suddenly performed.
    What say'st thou? Speak suddenly, be brief.
    Your grace may do your pleasure.
    King Richard
    Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness freezeth;
    Say, have I thy consent that they shall die?
    Give me some breath, some little pause, my lord
    Before I positively speak herein:
    I will resolve your grace immediately.
    [Quietly] The King is angry, see, he bites the lip.
    King Richard
    [Aside] I will converse with iron-witted fools
    2620And unrespective boys, none are for me
    That look into me with considerate eyes.
    [A page approaches the throne.]
    High reaching Buckingham grows circumspect.
    My lord.
    2625King Richard
    Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold
    Would tempt unto a close exploit of death?
    My lord, I know a discontented gentleman
    Whose humble means match not his haughty mind;
    Gold were as good as twenty orators
    2630And will no doubt tempt him to anything.
    King Richard
    What is his name?
    His name, my lord, is Tyrrel.
    King Richard
    Go call him hither presently.
    [Exit boy.]
    2635The deep-revolving, witty Buckingham
    No more shall be the neighbor to my counsel.
    Hath he so long held out with me untired
    And stops he now for breath?
    Enter Stanley.
    2640How now, what news with you?
    My lord, I hear the Marquess Dorset
    Is fled to Richmond, in those parts beyond the seas where he
    [Richard dismisses Stanley, who retreats.]
    King Richard
    [Approaching King Richard.] My lord.
    King Richard
    Rumor it abroad
    2645That Anne my wife is sick and like to die;
    I will take order for her keeping close.
    Enquire me out some mean-born gentleman
    Whom I will marry straight to Clarence' daughter;
    The boy is foolish, and I fear not him:
    2650Look how thou dream'st! I say again, give out
    That Anne my wife is sick and like to die.
    About it,
    [Exit Catesby.]
    for it stands me much upon
    To stop all hopes whose growth may damage me.
    I must be married to my brother's daughter
    2655Or else my kingdom stands on brittle glass.
    Murder her brothers, and then marry her. . .
    Uncertain way of gain, but I am in
    So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin.
    Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.
    2660Enter Tyrrel. [King Richard beckons him.]
    Is thy name Tyrrel?
    James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject.
    King Richard
    Art thou indeed?
    Prove me my gracious sovereign.
    2665King Richard
    Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend of mine?
    Aye, my lord, but I had rather kill two enemies.
    King Richard
    Why, there thou hast it, two deep enemies,
    Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers
    2670Are they that I would have thee deal upon:
    Tyrrel, I mean those bastards in the Tower.
    Let me have open means to come to them
    And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them.
    King Richard
    Thou sing'st sweet music. 2675Come hither Tyrrel,
    [Tyrrel moves closer to King Richard and kneels; Richard gives him a token.]
    Go by that token; rise and lend thine ear --
    [Tyrrel stands; Richard] whispers in his ear.
    'Tis no more but so, say is it done
    And I will love thee and prefer thee too.
    'Tis done, my gracious lord.
    2679.1 King Richard
    Shall we hear from thee, Tyrrel, ere we sleep?
    Ye shall, my lord.
    2680Enter Buc[kingham. He approaches King Richard].
    My lord, I have considered in my mind
    The late demand that you did sound me in.
    King Richard
    Well, let that pass. Dorset is fled to Richmond.
    I hear that news, my lord.
    2685King Richard
    Stanley, he is your wife's son. Well, look to it.
    My lord, I claim your gift, my due by promise
    For which your honor and your faith is pawned:
    The Earldom of Hereford and the moveables
    2690The which you promisèd I should possess.
    King Richard
    Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey
    Letters to Richmond you shall answer it.
    What says your highness to my just demand?
    King Richard
    As I remember, Henry the Sixth
    2695Did prophesy that Richmond should be king
    When Richmond was a little peevish boy:
    A king perhaps, perhaps.
    My lord.
    2697.1King Richard
    How chance the prophet could not at that time
    Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him.
    My lord, your promise for the Earldom.
    King Richard
    Richmond. When last I was at Exeter
    2697.5The Mayor in courtesy showed me the Castle
    And called it Rouge-mount, at which name I started,
    Because a bard of Ireland told me once
    I should not live long after I saw Richmond.
    My lord.
    2697.10King Richard
    Aye, what's o'clock?
    I am thus bold to put your grace in mind
    Of what you promised me.
    King Richard
    Well, but what's o'clock?
    Upon the stroke of ten.
    2697.15King Richard
    Well, let it strike.
    Why let it strike?
    King Richard
    Because that like a Jack thou keep'st the stroke
    Betwixt thy begging and my meditation.
    I am not in the giving vein today.
    Why then, resolve me whether you will or no!
    King Richard
    Tut, tut, thou troublest me, I am not in the vein.
    Exit[. All follow except Buckingham].
    Is it even so, reward'st he my true service
    With such deep contempt, made I him King for this?
    Oh, let me think on Hastings and be gone
    To Brecknock while my fearful head is on.
    Enter Tyrrel.
    The tyrannous and bloody deed is done,
    The most arch-act of piteous massacre
    That ever yet this land was guilty of.
    Dighton and Forrest whom I did suborn
    To do this ruthless piece of butchery --
    2710Although they were fleshed villains, bloody dogs --
    Melting with tenderness and kind compassion
    Wept like two children in their deaths' sad stories:
    "Lo, thus," quoth Dighton, "lay those tender babes."
    "Thus, thus," quoth Forrest, "girdling one another
    2715Within their innocent alabaster arms;
    Their lips were four red roses on a stalk
    Which in their summer beauty kissed each other;
    A book of prayers on their pillow lay
    Which once," quoth Forrest, "almost changed my mind,
    2720But oh, the devil -- " There the villain stopped
    Whilst Dighton thus told on: "We smotherèd
    The most replenishèd sweet work of Nature,
    That from the prime creation ever she framed."
    Thus both are gone with conscience and remorse;
    2725They could not speak and so I left them both
    To bring this tidings to the bloody king.
    Enter Ki[ng] Richard.
    And here he comes: All hail, my sovereign liege.
    King Richard
    Kind Tyrrel, am I happy in thy news?
    If to have done the thing you gave in charge
    Beget your happiness, be happy then
    For it is done, my lord.
    King Richard
    But didst thou see them dead?
    I did, my lord.
    2735King Richard
    And buried, gentle Tyrrel?
    The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them,
    But how or in what place I do not know.
    King Richard
    Come to me Tyrrel soon, at after-supper
    And thou shalt tell the process of their death.
    2740Meantime, but think how I may do thee good
    And be inheritor of thy desire.
    Farewell till soon.
    Exit Tyrrel.
    The son of Clarence have I pent up close,
    2745His daughter meanly have I matched in marriage,
    The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom,
    And Anne my wife hath bid the world goodnight.
    Now for I know the Breton Richmond aims
    At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter,
    2750And by that knot looks proudly o'er the crown,
    To her I go, a jolly, thriving wooer.
    Enter Catesby.
    My lord.
    King Richard
    Good news or bad that thou com'st in so 2755bluntly?
    Bad news my lord, Ely is fled to Richmond,
    And Buckingham backed with the hardy Welshmen
    Is in the field, and still his power increaseth.
    King Richard
    Ely with Richmond troubles me more near
    2760Than Buckingham and his rash-levied army.
    Come, I have heard that fearful commenting
    Is leaden servitor to dull delay;
    Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary.
    Then fiery expedition be my wing,
    2765Jove's Mercury and herald for a king:
    Come, muster men, my counsel is my shield,
    We must be brief when traitors brave the field.
    [The throne is taken away.]
    2770Enter Queen Margaret [alone].
    Queen Margaret
    So, now prosperity begins to mellow
    And drop into the rotten mouth of death;
    Here in these confines slyly have I lurked
    To watch the waning of mine adversaries;
    2775A dire induction am I witness to,
    And will to France, hoping the consequence
    Will prove as bitter, black and tragical.
    Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret, who comes here?
    Enter [Queen Elizabeth] and the Duchess of York.
    2780Queen Elizabeth
    Ah, my young princes, ah, my tender babes!
    My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets,
    If yet your gentle souls fly in the air
    And be not fixed in doom perpetual,
    Hover about me with your airy wings,
    2785And hear your mother's lamentation.
    Queen Margaret
    [Aside] Hover about her, say that right for right
    Hath dimmed your infant morn to aged night.
    Queen Elizabeth
    Wilt thou, O God, fly from such gentle lambs
    And throw them in the entrails of the wolf?
    2795When didst thou sleep when such a deed was done?
    Queen Margaret
    [Aside] When Holy Harry died, and my sweet son.
    Blind sight, dead life, poor mortal living ghost,
    Woe's scene, world's shame, grave's due by life usurped,
    2800Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth
    Unlawfully made drunk with innocents' blood.
    Queen Elizabeth
    O that thou wouldst as well afford a grave
    As thou canst yield a melancholy seat, [Sitting on the ground]
    Then would I hide my bones, not rest them here.
    2805Oh, who hath any cause to mourn but I!
    So many miseries have crazed my voice
    That my woe-wearied tongue is mute and dumb.
    [Sitting on the ground]
    2790Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead?
    Queen Margaret
    [Coming forward.] If ancient sorrow be most reverent
    Give mine the benefit of seniory,
    And let my woes frown on the upper hand;
    If sorrow can admit society,
    2809.1Tell over your woes again by viewing mine:
    2810I had an Edward, till a Richard killed him:
    I had a Harry, till a Richard killed him:
    Thou had'st an Edward, till a Richard killed him:
    Thou had'st a Richard, till a Richard killed him.
    I had a Richard too, and thou didst kill him;
    2815I had a Rutland too, thou holp'st to kill him.
    Queen Margaret
    Thou had'st a Clarence too, and Richard killed him:
    From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept
    A hell-hound that doth hunt us all to death:
    2820That dog, that had his teeth before his eyes
    To worry lambs and lap their gentle bloods:
    That foul defacer of God's handiwork
    2825Thy womb let loose, to chase us to our graves.
    O upright, just, and true-disposing God,
    How do I thank thee that this carnal cur
    Preys on the issue of his mother's body
    And makes her pew-fellow with others' moan!
    Oh, Harry's wife, triumph not in my woes,
    God witness with me, I have wept for thine.
    Queen Margaret
    Bear with me, I am hungry for revenge
    And now I cloy me with beholding it.
    Thy Edward, he is dead, that stabbed my Edward,
    2835Thy other Edward dead, to quit my Edward;
    Young York, he is but boot because both they
    Match not the high perfection of my loss;
    Thy Clarence, he is dead, that killed my Edward,
    And the beholders of this tragic play,
    2840The adulterate Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey,
    Untimely smothered in their dusky graves.
    Richard yet lives, hell's black intelligencer,
    Only reserved their factor to buy souls
    And send them thither: but at hand, at hand
    2845Ensues his piteous, and unpitied end;
    Earth gapes, hell burns, fiends roar, saints pray
    To have him suddenly conveyed away.
    Cancel his bond of life, dear God I pray,
    That I may live to say, "The dog is dead."
    2850Queen Elizabeth
    Oh, thou didst prophesy the time would come
    That I should wish for thee to help me curse
    That bottled spider, that foul bunch-backed toad.
    Queen Margaret
    I called thee then vain flourish of my fortune,
    I called thee then poor shadow, painted queen,
    2855The presentation of but what I was,
    The flattering index of a direful pageant,
    One heaved a high, to be hurled down below,
    A mother only mocked with two sweet babes,
    A dream of which thou wert, a breath, a bubble,
    A sign of dignity, a garish flag
    2860To be the aim of every dangerous shot,
    A queen in jest, only to fill the scene.
    Where is thy husband now? Where be thy brothers?
    Where are thy children? Wherein dost thou joy?
    2865Who sues to thee and cries, "God save the Queen?"
    Where be the bending peers that flattered thee?
    Where be the thronging troops that followed thee?
    Decline all this, and see what now thou art,
    For happy wife, a most distressèd widow,
    2870For joyful mother, one that wails the name,
    For queen, a very caitiff crowned with care,
    For one being sued to, one that humbly sues,
    2875For one commanding all, obeyed of none,
    For one that scorned at me, now scorned of me;
    Thus hath the course of justice wheeled about
    And left thee but a very prey to time,
    Having no more but thought of what thou wert
    To torture thee the more, being what thou art.
    2880Thou didst usurp my place, and dost thou not
    Usurp the just proportion of my sorrow?
    Now thy proud neck bears half my burdened yoke,
    From which, even here, I slip my weary neck
    And leave the burden of it all on thee.
    2885Farewell, York's wife and queen of sad mischance,
    These English woes will make me smile in France.
    Queen Elizabeth
    Oh, thou well skilled in curses, stay a while
    And teach me how to curse mine enemies.
    Queen Margaret
    Forbear to sleep the nights, and fast the days,
    2890Compare dead happiness with living woe,
    Think that thy babes were fairer than they were,
    And he that slew them fouler than he is;
    Bett'ring thy loss makes the bad causer worse,
    Revolving this will teach thee how to curse.
    2895Queen Elizabeth
    My words are dull, oh, quicken them with thine.
    Queen Margaret
    Thy woes will make them sharp, and pierce like mine.
    Exit Mar[garet].
    Why should calamity be full of words?
    Queen Elizabeth
    Windy attorneys to your client woes
    2900Airy succeeders of intestate joys,
    Poor breathing orators of miseries,
    Let them have scope; though what they do impart
    Help not at all, yet do they ease the heart.
    If so, then be not tongue-tied, go with me,
    2905And in the breath of bitter words let's smother
    My damnèd son, which thy two sweet sons smothered --
    [Offstage drumming is heard.]
    I hear his drum, be copious in exclaims.
    Enter K[ing] Richard [with attendants, including Catesby,] marching with drums and trumpets.
    King Richard
    Who intercepts my expedition?
    A she, that might have intercepted thee
    By strangling thee in her accursèd womb
    From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done.
    Queen Elizabeth
    Hid'st thou that forehead with a golden crown
    Where should be graven, if that right were right,
    2915The slaughter of the Prince that owned that Crown,
    And the dire death of my two sons and brothers;
    Tell me, thou villain slave, where are my children?
    Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy brother Clarence?
    2920And little Ned Plantagenet, his son?
    Queen Elizabeth
    Where is kind Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Gray?
    King Richard
    A flourish, trumpets! strike alarum, drums!
    Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women
    2925Rail on the Lord's anointed. Strike, I say!
    The trumpets [and drums sound].
    Either be patient and entreat me fair,
    Or with the clamorous report of war
    Thus will I drown your exclamations.
    Art thou my son?
    King Richard
    Aye, I thank God, my father and yourself.
    Then patiently hear my impatience.
    King Richard
    Madam, I have a touch of your condition,
    Which cannot brook the accent of reproof.
    I will be mild and gentle in my speech.
    King Richard
    And brief, good mother, for I am in haste.
    Art thou so hasty? I have stayed for thee,
    2940God knows, in anguish, pain and agony.
    King Richard
    And came I not at last to comfort you?
    No, by the holy rood, thou know'st it well:
    Thou cam'st on earth to make the earth my hell;
    A grievous burden was thy birth to me,
    2945Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy,
    Thy school-days frightful, desperate, wild and furious,
    Thy prime of manhood daring, bold and venturous,
    Thy age confirmed, proud, subtle, bloody, treacherous;
    2950What comfortable hour canst thou name
    That ever graced me in thy company?
    King Richard
    Faith none but Humphrey hour, that called your grace
    To breakfast once, forth of my company.
    2955If I be so disgracious in your sight,
    Let me march on, and not offend your grace.
    Oh hear me speak, for I shall never see thee more.
    King Richard
    Come, come, you are too bitter.
    Either thou wilt die by God's just ordinance
    Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror,
    2965Or 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 armor that thou wear'st;
    2970My prayers on the adverse party fight,
    And there the little souls of Edward's children
    Whisper the spirits of thine enemies
    And promise them success and victory.
    Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end,
    2975Shame serves thy life, and doth thy death attend.
    Queen Elizabeth
    Though far more cause, yet much less spirit to curse
    Abides in me, I say "Amen" to all.
    King Richard
    Stay, madam, I must speak a word with you.
    Queen Elizabeth
    I have no more sons of the royal blood
    2980For thee to murder. For my daughters, Richard,
    They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens,
    And therefore level not to hit their lives.
    King Richard
    You have a daughter called Elizabeth,
    Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.
    2985Queen Elizabeth
    And must she die for this? Oh, let her live
    And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty,
    Slander myself as false to Edward's bed,
    Throw over her the veil of infamy.
    So she may live unscarred from bleeding slaughter
    2990I will confess she was not Edward's daughter.
    King Richard
    Wrong not her birth, she is of royal blood.
    Queen Elizabeth
    To save her life, I'll say she is not so.
    King Richard
    Her life is only safest in her birth.
    Queen Elizabeth
    And only in that safety died her brothers.
    2995King Richard
    Lo, at their births good stars were opposite.
    Queen Elizabeth
    No, to their lives bad friends were contrary.
    King Richard
    All unavoided is the doom of destiny.
    Queen Elizabeth
    True, when avoided grace makes destiny;
    My babes were destined to a fairer death
    3000If grace had blessed thee with a fairer life.
    3015King Richard
    Madam, so thrive I in my dangerous attempt of hostile arms,
    As I intend more good to you and yours
    Than ever you or yours were by me wronged.
    Queen Elizabeth
    What good is covered with the face of heaven
    3020To be discovered that can do me good?
    King Richard
    The advancement of your children, mighty lady.
    Queen Elizabeth
    Up to some scaffold, there to lose their heads.
    King Richard
    No, to the dignity and height of honor,
    The high imperial tipe of this earth's glory.
    3025Queen Elizabeth
    Flatter my sorrows with report of it:
    Tell me, what state, what dignity, what honor
    Canst thou demise to any child of mine?
    King Richard
    Even all I have, yea, and myself and all
    Will I withal endow a child of thine,
    3030So in the Lethe of thy angry soul
    Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs
    Which thou supposest I have done to thee.
    Queen Elizabeth
    Be brief, lest that the process of thy kindness
    Last longer telling than thy kindness do.
    3035King Richard
    Then know that from my soul I love thy daughter.
    Queen Elizabeth
    My daughter's mother thinks it with her soul.
    King Richard
    What do you think?
    Queen Elizabeth
    That thou dost love my daughter from thy soul;
    3040So from thy soul's love didst thou love her brothers,
    And from my heart's love I do thank thee for it.
    King Richard
    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.
    3045Queen Elizabeth
    Say then, who dost thou mean shall be her King?
    King Richard
    Even he that makes her Queen; who should be else?
    Queen Elizabeth
    What, thou?
    King Richard
    Aye, even I; what think you of it, madam?
    3050Queen Elizabeth
    How canst thou woo her?
    King Richard
    That would I learn of you,
    As one that are best acquainted with her humor.
    Queen Elizabeth
    And wilt thou learn of me?
    King Richard
    Madam, with all my heart.
    3055Queen Elizabeth
    Send to her, by the man that slew her brothers,