12731174Boy. Tell me good Granam, is our father dead?

12741175Dut. No boy.

12751176Boy. Why doe you wring your hands, and beate your (breast,

12761177And crie, Oh Clarence my vnhappy sonne?

12771178Gerl. Why doe you looke on vs and shake your head,

12781179And call vs wretches, Orphanes, castawaies,

12791180If that our noble father be aliue?

12801181Dut. My prety Cosens, you mistake me much,

12811182I doe lament the sicknesse of the King:

12821183As loth to loose him, not your fathers death:

12831184It were lost labour, to weepe for one thats lost.

12841185Boy. Then Granam you conclude that he is dead,

12851186The King my Vnckle is too blame for this:

12861187God will reuenge it, whom I will importune

12871188With daily praiers, all to that effect.

12891189Dut. Peace children, peace, the King doth loue you wel,

12901190Incapable and shallow innocents,

12911191You cannot guesse who causde your fathers death.

12921192Boy. Granam we can: For my good Vnckle Glocester

12931193Tould me, the King prouoked by the Queene,

12941194Deuisd impeachments to imprison him:

12951195And when he tould me so, he wept,

12961196And hugd me in his arme, and kindly kist my checke,

12971197And bad me rely on him as in my father,

12981198And he would loue me dearely as his child.

12991199Dut. Oh that deceit should steale such gentle shapes,

13001200And with a vertuous visard hide foule guile:

13011201He is my sonne, yea, and therein my shame:

13021202Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit.

13031203Boy. Thinke you my Vnckle did dissemble Granam?

13041204Dut. I boy.

13051205Boy. I cannot thinke it, hark what noise is this. Enter the Quee.

13081206Qu. Oh who shall hinder me to waile and weepe?

13091207To chide my fortune, and torment my selfe?

13101208Ile ioine with blacke despaire against my soule,

13111209And to my selfe become an enemy.

13121210Dut. What meanes this sceane of rude impatience.

13131211Qu. To make an act of tragicke violence:

13141212Edward, my Lord, your sonne our King is dead.

13151213Why grow the branches, now the roote is witherd?

13161214Why wither not the leaues, the sap being gone?

13171215If you will liue, lament: if die, be briefe:

13181216That our swiftwinged soules may catch the Kings,

13191217Or like obedient subiects, follow him

13201218To his new kingdome of perpetuall rest.

13211219Dut. Ah so much interest haue I in thy sorrow,

13221220As I had title in thy noble husband:

13231221I haue bewept a worthy husbands death,

13241222And liu'd by looking on his images.

13251223Bnt now two mirrours of his Princely semblance,

13261224Are crackt in pieces by malignant death:

13271225And I for comfort haue but one false glasse,

13281226Which grieues me when I see my shame in him.

13291227Thou art a widdow, yet thou art a mother,

13301228And hast the comfort of thy children left thee:

13311229But death hath snatcht my children from mine armes,

13321230And pluckt two crutches from my feeble limmes,

13331231Edward and Clarence, Oh what cause haue I

13341232Then, being but moity of my griefe,

13351233To ouergo thy plaints and drowne thy cries?

13361234Boy. Good Aunt, you wept not for our fathers death,

13371235How can we aide you with our kindreds teares.

13381236Gerl. Our fatherlesse distresse was left vnmoand,

13391237Your widdowes dolours likewise be vnwept.

13401238Qu. Giue me no help in lamentation,

13411239I am not barren to bring foorth laments:

13421240All springs reduce their currents to mine eies,

13431241That I being gouernd by the watry moane,

13441242May send foorth plenteous teares to drowne the world:

13451243Oh for my husband, for my eire Lo: Edward.

13461244Ambo Oh for our father, for our deare Lo: Clarence.

13471245Dut. Alas for both, both mine Edward and Clarence.

13481246Qu. What stay had I but Edward, and he is gone?

13491247Am. What stay had we but Clarence, and he is gone?

13501248Dut. What staies had I but they, and they are gone?

13511249Qu. Was neuer Widdow, had so deare a losse.

E2 Ambo

13521250Ambo. Was neuer Orphanes had a dearer losse.

13531251Du. Was neuer mother had a dearer losse:

13541252Alas, I am the mother of these mones,

13551253Their woes are parceld, mine are generall:

13561254She for Edward weepes, and so doe I:

13571255I for a Clarence weepe, so doth not she:

13581256These babes for Clarence weepe, and so doe I:

1358.11257I for an Edward weepe, so doe not they.

13591258Alas, you three on me threefold distrest,

13601259Poure all your teares, I am your sorrowes nurse,

13611260And I will pamper it with lamentations. Enter Glocest. with others.

13761261Gl. Madame haue comfort, al of vs haue cause,

13771262To waile the dimming of our shining starre:

13781263But none can cure their harmes by wailing them,

13791264Madame my mother, I doe crie you mercy,

13801265I did not see your Grace, humbly on my knee

13811266I craue your blessing.

13821267Du. God blesse thee, and put meekenes in thy minde,

13831268Loue, charity, obedience, and true duety.

13841269Glo. Amen, and make me die a good old man,

13851270Thats the butt end of a mothers blessing:

13861271I maruell why her Grace did leaue it out.

13871272Buck. You cloudy Princes, and hart-sorrowing peeres

13881273That beare this mutuall heauy lode of moane:

13891274Now cheare each other, in each others loue:

13901275Though we haue spent our haruest of this King,

13911276We are to reape the haruest of his sonne:

13921277The broken rancour of your high swolne hearts,

13931278But lately splinterd, knit, and ioynde etogether,

13941279Must gently be preseru'd, cherisht and kept,

13951280Me seemeth good that with some little traine,

13961281Forthwith from Ludlow the yong Prince be fetcht

13971282Hither to London, to be crownd our King.

14171283Glo. Then it be so; and go we to determine,

14181284Who they shalbe that straight shall post to Ludlow:

14191285Madame, and you my mother will you go,

14201286To giue your censures in this waighty busines,

1420.11287 Ans. With all our hearts. Exeunt man. Glo. Buck.

14221288Buck. My Lord who euer iourneies to the Prince,

14231289For Gods sake let not vs two stay behinde:

14241290For by the way Ile sort occasion,

14251291As index to the story we late talkt of,

14261292To part the Queenes proud kindred from the King.

14271293Glo. My other selfe, my counsels consistory:

14281294My Oracle, my Prophet, my deare Cosen:

14291295I like a childe will go by thy direction:

14301296Towards Ludlow then, for we will not stay behinde.