462428Enter Queene, Lord Riuers, Gray. 464429Ri. Haue patience Madame, theres no doubt his Maie
-(
stie
465430Will
soone recouer his accu
stomed health.
466431Gray In that you brooke it, ill it makes him wor
se,
467432Therefore for Gods
sake entertaine good comfort,
468433And cheere his grace quick and mery words,
469434Qu. If he were dead what would betide of me.
471435Ry. No other harme but lo
sse of
such a Lord.
472436Qu. The lo
sse of
such a Lord includes all harme.
473437Gr. The heauens haue ble
st you with a goodly
sonne,
474438To be your comforter when he is gone.
475439Qu. Oh he is young, and his minority
476440Is put vnto the tru
st of Rich. Gloce
ster,
477441A man that loues not me nor none of you.
478442Ri. Is it concluded he
shall be prote
ctor?
479443Qu. It is determinde, not concluded yet,
480444But
so it mu
st be if the King mi
scarry.
( Enter Buck. Darby 482445Gr. Here come the Lords of Buckingham and Darby.
483446Buck. Good time of day vnto your royall grace.
484447Dar. God make your Maie
sty ioyfull as you haue been.
485448Qu. The Counte
sse Richmond good my Lo: of Darby,
486449To your good praiers will
scarcely
say, Amen:
487450Yet Darby notwith
standing,
shees your wife,
And
of Richard the third.
488451And loues not me, be you good Lo. a
ssurde
489452I hate not you for her proud arrogance.
490453Dar. I doe be
seech you either not beleeue
491454The enuious
slaunders of her fal
se accu
sers,
492455Or if
she be accu
sde in true report,
493456Beare with her weakenes which I thinke proceedes
494457From wayward
sickne
sse, and no grounded malice.
495458Ry. Saw you the King to day, my Lo: of Darby?
496459Dar. But now the Duke of Buckingham and I
497460Came from vi
siting his Maie
sty.
498461Qu. With likelihood of his amendment Lords?
499462Buc. Madame good hope, his Grace
speakes cheerfully.
500463Qu. God grant him health, did you confer with him.
501464Buc. Madame we did: He de
sires to make attonement
502465Betwixt the Duke of Gloce
ster and your brothers,
503466And betwixt them and my Lord chamberlaine,
504467And
sent to warne them to his royall pre
sence.
505468Qu. Would all were well, but that will neuer be.
506469I feare our happines is at the highe
st.
Enter Glocester. 508470Glo. They doe me wrong and I will not endure it,
509471Who are they that complaines vnto the King,
510472That I for
sooth am
sterne and loue them not:
511473By holy Paul they loue his grace but lightly,
512474That
fill his eares with
such di
scentious rumors:
513475Becau
se I cannot
flatter and
speake faire,
514476Smile in mens faces,
smoothe, dcceiue and cog,
515477Ducke with french nods and api
sh courte
sie,
516478I mu
st be held a rankerous enimy.
517479Cannot a plaine man liue and thinke no harme,
518480But thus his
simple truth mu
st be abu
sde,
519481By
silken
slie in
sinuating iackes?
520482Ry. To whom in all this pre
sence
speakes your Grace?
521483Glo. To thee that ha
st nor hone
sty nor grace,
522484When haue I iniured thee, when done thee wrong,
523485Or thee or thee or any of your fa
ction:
524486A plague vpon you all. His royall per
son
525487(Whom God pre
serue better then you would wi
sh)
526488Cannot be quiet
scarce a breathing while,
But
The Tragedy
527489But you mu
st trouble him with lewd complaints.
528490Qu. Brother of Gloce
ster, you mi
stake the matter:
529491The King of his owne royall di
spo
sition,
530492And not prouokt by any
suiter el
se,
531493Ayming belike at your interiour hatred,
532494Which in your outward a
ctions
shewes it
selfe,
533495Again
st my kindred, brother, and my
selfe:
534496Makes him to
send that thereby he may gather
497The ground of your ill will and to remoue it.
535498Glo. I cannot tell, the world is growen
so bad
536499That wrens make pray where Eagles dare not pearch,
537500Since euery Iacke became a Gentleman:
538501Theres many a gentle per
son made a Iacke.
539502Qu. Come come, we know your meaning brother Gl.
540503You enuy my aduancement and my friends,
541504God graunt we neuer may haue neede of you
. 542505Glo. Meane time God grants that we haue neede of you,
543506Our brother is impri
soned by your meanes,
544507My
selfe di
sgra
ct, and the nobility
545508Held in contempt, whil
st many faire promotions,
546509Are daily giuen to enoble tho
se
547510That
scarce
some two daies
since were worth a noble
. 548511Qu. By him that rai
sde me to this carefull height,
549512From that contented hap which I enioyd,
550513I neuer did incen
se his Maie
sty
551514Again
st the Duke of Clarence: but haue beene,
552515An earne
st aduocate to pleade for him.
553516My Lord you doe me
shamefull iniury,
554517Fal
sely to draw me in the
se vile
su
spe
cts.
555518Glo. You may deny that you were not the cau
se,
556519Of my Lord Ha
stings late impri
sonment.
558521Glo. She may Lo: Ryuers, why who knowes not
so?
559522She may doe more Sir then denying that:
560523She may helpe you to many faire preferments,
561524And then deny her ayding hand therein,
562525And lay tho
se honours on your high de
serts,
563526What may
she not,
she may, yea marry may
she.
Ryu.
of Richard the third.
565528Glo. What mary may
she, marry with a King,
566529A batchelor, a hand
some
stripling too.
567530Iwis your Grandam had a wor
ser match.
568531Qu. My Lo: of Gloce
ster, I haue too long borne
569532Your blunt vpbraidings and your bitter
sco
ffes,
570533By heauen I will acquaint his Maie
sty
571534With tho
se gro
se taunts I often haue endured:
572535I had rather be a countrey
seruant maid,
573536Then a great Queene with this condition,
574537To be thus taunted,
scorned, and baited at:
Enter Qu. Margaret. 575538Small ioy haue I in being Englands Queene.
577539Qu. Mar. And le
sned be that
smal, God I be
seech thee,
578540Thy honour,
state, and
seate is due to me.
579541Glo. What? threat you me with telling of the King,
580542Tell him and
spare not, looke what I haue
said,
581543I will auouch in pre
sence of the King:
582544Tis time to
speake, my paines are quite forgot.
584545Qu. Mar. Out diuell I remember them too well,
586546Thou
slewe
st my husband Henry in the tower,
587547And Edward my poore
sonne at Teuxbery.
588548Glo. Ere you were Queene, yea or your husband King.
590549I was a packhor
se in his great a
ffaires,
591550A weeder out of his proud aduer
saries,
592551A liberall rewarder of his friends:
593552To royalize his bloud I
spilt mine owne.
594553Qu. Mar. Yea and much better bloud then his or thine.
596554Glo. In all which time you and your husband Gray,
597555Were fa
ctious for the hou
se of Lanca
ster:
598556And Ryuers,
so were you, was not your husband
599557In Margarets battaile at Saint Albones
slaine:
600558Let me put in your mindes, if yours forget
601559What you haue beene ere now, and what you are.
602560Withall, what I haue been, and what I am.
603561Qu. Ma. A murtherous villaine, and
so
still thou art.
604562Glo. Poore Clarence did for
sake his father Warwicke,
605563Yea and for
swore him
selfe (which Ie
su pardon.)
606564Qu. Ma. Which God reuenge
. C Clo.
The Tragedy
607565Glo. To
fight on Edwards party for the crowne,
608566And for his meede poore Lo: he is mewed vppe:
609567I would to God my heart were
flint like Edwards,
610568Or Edwards
soft and pittifull like mine,
611569I am too childi
sh, fooli
sh for this world.
612570Qu. Ma. Hie thee to hell for
shame and leaue the world
613571Thou Cacodemon, there thy kingdome is.
614572Ry. My Lo: of Gloce
ster in tho
se bu
sie daies,
615573Which here you vrge to proue vs enemies,
616574We followed then our Lo: our lawfull King,
617575So
should we you if you
should be our King
. 618576Glo. If I
should be? I had rather be a pedler,
619577Farre be it from my heart the thought of it
. 620578Qu. As little ioy my Lord as you
suppo
se
621579You
should enioy, were you this countries King,
622580As little ioy may you
suppo
se in me,
623581That I enioy being the Queene thereof.
624582Qu. M . A little ioy enioies the Queene thereof,
625583For I am
she and altogether ioyle
sse
. 626584I can no longer hold me patient:
627585Heare me you wrangling Pyrats that fall out,
628586In
sharing that which you haue pild from me:
629587Which of you trembles not that lookes on me?
630588If not, that I being Queene you bow like
subie
cts,
631589Yet that by you depo
sde you quake like rebels:
632590O gentle villaine doe not turne away.
633591Glo. Foule wrinckled witch what mak
st thou in my
sight?
634592Q. Ma. But repetition of what thou ha
st mard,
635593That will I make before I let thee go:
639594A hu
sband and a
son thou owe
st to me,
640595And thou a kingdome, all of you allegeance:
641596The
sorrow that I haue by right is yours,
642597And all the plea
sures you v
surpe are mine.
643598Glo. The cur
se my noble father laid on thee,
644599When thou did
st crowne his warlike browes with paper,
645600And with thy
scorne drew
st riuers from his eies,
646601And then to drie them gau'
st the Duke a clout,
647602Steept in the faultle
sse bloud of pretty Rutland:
His
of Richard the third.
648603His cur
ses then from bitternes of
soule
649604Denoun
st, again
st thee, are all fallen vpon thee,
650605And God, not we, hath plagde thy bloudy deede.
651606Qu. So iu
st is God to right the innocent.
652607Hast. O twas the foule
st deede to
slaie that babe,
653608And the mo
st mercile
sse that euer was heard of.
654609Riu. Tyrants them
selues wept when it was reported.
655610Dors. No man but prophecied reuenge for it
. 656611Buch. Northumberland then pre
sent wept to
see it.
657612Qu. M. What? were you
snarling all before I came,
658613Ready to catch each other by the throat,
659614And turne you all your hatred now on me?
660615Did Yorkes dread cur
se preuaile
so much with heauen,
661616That Henries death my louely Edwards death,
662617Their kingdomes lo
sse, my wofull bani
shment,
663618Could all but an
swere for that peeui
sh brat?
664619Can cur
ses pierce the clouds and enter heauen?
665620Why then giue way dull cloudes to my quicke cur
ses:
666621If not, by war, by
surfet die your King,
667622As ours by murder to make him a King.
668623Edward thy
sonne which now is Prince of Wales,
669624For Edward my
sonne which was Prince of Wales,
670625Die in his youth by like vntimely violence,
671626Thy
selfe a Queene, for me that was a Queene,
672627Outliue thy glory like my wretched
selfe:
673628Long maie
st thou liue to waile thy childrens lo
sse,
674629And
see another as I
see thee now
675630Deckt in thy rights, as thou art
stald in mine:
676631Long die thy happy daies before thy death,
677632And after many lengthened houres of griefe,
678633Die neither mother, wife, nor Englands Queene:
679634Riuers and Dor
set you were
standers by,
680635And
so wa
st thou Lo: Ha
stings when my
sonne
681636Was
stabd with bloudy daggers, god I pray him,
682637That none of you may liue your naturall age,
683638But by
some vnlookt accident cut o
ff. 684639Glo. Haue done thy charme thou hatefull withred hag.
685640Q M. And leaue out the
stay dog for thou
shalt hear me
C2 Excee
The Tragedy
686641If heauen haue any grieuous plague in
store,
687642Exceeding tho
se that I can wi
sh vpon thee:
688643O let them keepe it till thy
sinnes be ripe,
689644And then hurle downe their indignation
690645On thee the troubler of the poore worlds peace:
691646The worme of con
science
still begnaw thy
soule,
692647Thy friends
su
spe
ct for traitors while thou liue
st,
693648And take deepe traitors for thy deare
st friends:
694649No
sleepe, clo
se vp that deadly eye of thine,
695650Vnle
sse it be while
st some tormenting dreame
696651A
ffrights thee with a hell of vgly diuels.
697652Thou elui
sh markt abortiue rooting hog,
698653Thou that wa
st seald in thy natiuity
699654The
slaue of nature, and the
sonne of hell,
700655Thou
slaunder of thy mothers heauy wombe,
701656Thou lothed i
ssue of thy fathers loynes,
702657Thou rag of honour, thou dete
sted, &c.
705660Qu. M . I call thee not.
706661Glo. Then I crie thee mercy, for I had thought
707662That thou had
st cald me all the
se bitter names.
708663Qu M. Why
so I did, but lookt for no reply,
709664O Let me make the period to my cur
se.
710665Glo. Tis done by me, and ends in Margaret.
711666Qu. Thus haue you breathed your cur
se again
st your (
selfe.
712667Qu. M . Poore painted Queene, vaine
flouri
sh of my for
- (tune
713668Why
strewe
st thou
suger on that bottled
spider,
714669Who
se deadly web en
snareth thee about?
715670Foole foole, thou whet
st a knife to kill thy
selfe,
716671The time will come that thou
shalt wi
sh for me,
717672To helpe thee cur
se that poi
senous bunchbackt toade.
718673Hast. Fal
se boading woman, end thy frantike cur
se,
719674Le
st to thy harme thou moue our patience.
720675Q. M . Foule
shame vpon you, you haue all mou'd mine,
721676Ri. Were you well
seru'd you would be taught your duty.
722677Q. M . To
serue me well, you all
should doe me duty,
723678Teach me to be your Queene, and you my
subie
cts:
O
of Richard the third.
724679O
serue me well, and teach your
selues that duty.
725680Dors. Di
spute not with her,
she is lunatique.
726681Q M . Peace Ma
ster Marques you are malapert,
727682Your
fire-new
stampe of honour is
scar
se currant:
728683O that your young nobility could iudge,
729684What twere to loo
se it and be mi
serable:
730685They that
stand high haue many bla
st to
shake them,
731686And if they fall they da
sh them
selues to pieces.
732687Glo. Good coun
sell mary, learne it learne it Marques.
734688Dor. It toucheth you my Lo: a
smuch as me.
735689Glo. Yea and much more, but I was borne
so high,
736690Our aiery buildeth in the Cedars top,
737691And dallies with the winde, and
scornes the
sunne.
738692Qu. M . And turnes the
sun to
shade, alas, alas,
739693Witnes my
son, now in the
shade of death,
740694Who
se bright out
shining beames, thy cloudy wrath
741695Hath in eternall darkenes foulded vp:
742696Your aiery buildeth in our aieries ne
st,
743697O God that
see
st it, doe not
su
ffer it:
744698As it was wonne with bloud, lo
st be it
so.
745699Buck. Haue done for
shame, if not for charity.
746700Qu. M . Vrge neither charity nor
shame to me,
747701Vncharitably with me haue you dealt,
748702And
shamefully by you my hopes are butcherd,
749703My charity is outrage, life my
shame,
750704And in my
shame,
still liue my
sorrowes rage.
752706Q. M . O Princely Buckingham, I will ki
sse thy hand
753707In
signe of league and amity with thee:
754708Now faire befall thee and thy Princely hou
se,
755709Thy garments are not
spotted with our bloud,
756710Nor thou within the compa
sse of my cur
se.
757711Buc. Nor no one here, for cur
ses neuer pa
sse
758712The lips of tho
se that breath them in the aire.
759713Q. M. Ile not beleeue but they a
scend the
skie,
760714And there awake gods gentle
sleeping peace.
761715O Buckingham beware of yonder dog,
762716Looke when he fawnes, he bites, and when he bites,
C3 His
The Tragedy
763717His venome tooth will rackle thee to death,
764718Haue not to doe with him, beware of him:
765719Sinne, death and hell, haue
set their markes on him,
766720And all their mini
sters attend on him.
767721Glo. What doth
she
say my Lo: of Buckingham?
768722Buck. Nothing that I re
spe
ct my gratious Lord.
769723Qu. M. What doe
st thou
scorne me for my gentle coun
-(
sell,
771724And
sooth the diuell that I warne thee from:
772725O but remember this another day,
773726When he
shall
split thy very heart with
sorrow,
774727And
say poore Margaret was a prophete
sse:
775728Liue each of you the
subie
cts of his hate,
776729And he to your, and all of you to Gods.
Exit. 777730Hast. My haire doth
stand on end to heare her cur
ses.
778731Ryu. And
so doth mine, I wonder
shees at liberty.
779732Glo. I cannot blame her by gods holy mother,
780733She hath had too much wrong, and I repent
781734My part thereof that I haue done.
782735Qu. I neuer did her any to my knowledge.
783736Glo. But you haue all the vantage of this wrong.
784737I was too hoat to doe
some body good,
785738That is too cold in thinking of it now:
786739Marry as for Clarence he is well repaid,
787740He is franckt vp to fatting for his paines,
788741God pardon them that are the cau
se of it.
789742Ryu. A vertuous and a Chri
stianlike conclu
sion,
790743To pray for them that haue done
scathe to vs.
791744Glo. So doe I euer being well adui
sde,
793745For had I cur
st, now I had cur
st my
selfe
. 795746Cates. Madam his Maie
sty doth call for you,
796747And for your Grace, and you my noble Lo:
797748Qu Catesby we come, Lords will you go with vs.
798749Ry. Madame we will attend your grace.
Exeunt man. Ri. 800750Glo. I doe the wrong, and
fir
st began to braule
801751The
secret mi
schiefes that I
set abroach,
802752I lay vnto the grieuous charge of others:
803753Clarence whom I indeed haue laid in darkenes,
804754I doe beweepe to many
simple guls:
Name
of Richard the third.
805755Namely to Ha
stings, Darby, Buckingham,
806756And
say it is the Queene and her allies,
807757That
stirre the King again
st the Duke my brother.
808758Now they beleeue me, and withall whet me,
809759To be reuenged on Ryuers, Vaughan, Gray:
810760But then I
sigh, and with a piece of
scripture,
811761Tell them that God bids vs doe good for euill:
812762And thus I clothe my naked villany,
813763With old odde ends
stolne out of holy writ,
814764And
seeme a Saint when mo
st I play the Diuell:
816765But
soft here come my executioners.
Enter Executioners. 817766How now my hardy
stout re
solued mates,
818767Are you now going to di
spatch this deede.
819768Execu. We are my Lord, and come to haue the warrant,
820769That we may be admitted where he is.
821770Glo. It was well thought vpon, I haue it here about me,
822771When you haue done repaire to Crosby place;
823772But
sirs; be
sudden in the execution,
824773Withall, obdurate, doe not heare him pleade,
825774For Clarence is well
spoken, and perhaps,
826775May, moue your harts to pitty if you marke him.
827776Exec. Tu
sh feare not my Lo: we will not
stand to prate,
828777Talkers are no good doers be a
ssured:
829778We come to v
se our hands, and not our tongues.
830779Gl. Your eies drop mil
stones when fooles eies drop tears,
832780I like you lads, about your bu
sines.
Exeunt.