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K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in a bush, With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush: And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye,
Where my pool young was limed, was caught, and kill'd.
Glo. Why, what a peevish1 fool was that of Crete, That taught his son the office of a towl? And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd. K. Hen. 1, Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus ; Thy father, Minos, that denied our course; The sun, that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy, Thy brother Edward; and thyself, the sea, Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life. Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words! My breast can better brook thy dagger's point, Than can my ears that tragic history.But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life? Glo. Think'st thou, I am an executioner? K. Hen. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art; If murdering innocents be executing, Why, then thou art an executioner.
Glo. Thy son I kill'd, for his presumption.
Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine.
The raven rook'ds her on the chimney's top,
Glo. I'll hear no more;-Die, prophet, in thy [Stabs him.
For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd. K.Hen.Ay, and for much more slaughter after this. O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! [Dies. Glo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sink in the ground! I thought it would have
See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's death!
• Childish. To rook signified to lodge on any thing.
And this word-love, which graybeards call divine
SCENE VII.-A Room in the Palace.
KING EDWARD is discovered sitting on his Throne; QUEEN ELIZABETH with the infunt Prince. CLA RENCE, GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and others, near him. K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal throne,
Re-purchas'd with the blood of enemies.
That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion,
Glo. I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;
K. Edw. Clarence and Gloster, love my lovely queen;
And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both. Clar. The duty, that I owe unto your majesty, I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.
K. Edw. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy orother, thanks.
Glo. And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st, Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit:To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master; And cried-all hail!-when as he meant -all harm;
K. Edw. Now am I seated as my soul delights, Having my country's peace, and brothers' loves. Clar. What will your grace have done with Margaret?
Reignier, her father, to the king of France
K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence to
And now what rests, but that we spend the time
LIFE AND DEATH OF
KING RICHARD III.
KING EDWARD THE FOURTH.
Sons to the King.
Brothers to the
CARDINAL BOURCHIER, Archbishop of Canterbury.
DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.
DUKE OF NORFOLK.
EARL OF SURREY, his Son.
EARL OF RIVERS, Brother to K. Edward's Queen. MARQUIS OF DORSET, and LORD GREY, her Sons. EARL OF OXFORD.
SIR THOMAS VAUGHAN.
SCENE I.-London. A Street.
Glo. Now is the winter of our discontent
And now, instead of mounting barbed2 steeds,
But I,-that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's ma
SIR RICHARD RATCLIFF.
SIR ROBERT BRAKENBURY, Lieutenant of the Tower
Lord Mayor of London.
ELIZABETH, Queen of King Edward IV
DUCHESS OF YORK, Mother to King Edward IV.,
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
LADY ANNE, Widow of Edward. Prince of Wales Son to King Henry VI.; afterwards married ti the Duke of Gloster.
A young Daughter of Clarence.
Lords, and other Attendants; two Gentlemen, a
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;-
Enter CLARENCE, guarded, and BRAKENBURY. Brother, good day: What means this armed guard That waits upon your grace?
Preparations for mischief
Glo. Upon what cause?
Because my name is-George
He hearkens after prophecies and dreams;
And, for my name of George begins with G,
'Tis not the king that sends you to the Tower;
Was it not she, and that good man of worship,
Clur. By heaven, I think, there is no man secure,
Glo. 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: The jealous o'er-worn widow, and herself,4 Since that our brother dubb'd them gentlewomen, Are mighty gossips in this monarchy.
Bruk. I beseech your graces both to pardon me; His majesty hath straitly given in charge, That no man shall have private conference, Of what degree soever, with his brother.
Glo. Even so? an please your worship, Braken
You may partake of any thing we say:
A bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue;
Glo. Naught to do with mistress Shore? I tell thee, fellow,
He that doth naught with her, excepting one,
Gto. Her husband, knave:-Wouldst thou betray me?
Brak. I beseech your grace to pardon me; and, withal, Forbear your conference with the noble duke. Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey.
Glo. We are the queen's abjects, and must obey. Brother, farewell: I will unto the king; And whatsoever you will employ me in,Were it to call king Edward's widow-sister,will perform it to entranchise you. Mean time, this deep disgrace in brotherhood, Touches me deeper than you can imagine. Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well. to. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long;
I will deliver you, or else lie for you:
Simple, plain Clarence!-I do love thee so,
Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you.
He cannot live, I hope; and must not die,
For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter.
By marrying her, which I must reach unto.
When they are gone, then must I count my gains. [Exit
SCENE II.-Another Street. Enter the Corpse of KING HENRY the Sixth, borne in an open Coffin; Gentlemen bearing Halberds, to guard it; and LADY ANNE as Mourner. Anne. 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.Poor key-cold figure of a holy king! Pale 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 slaughter'd son, Stabb'd by the self-same hand that made thes
Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life,
[The Bearers take up the Corpse, and advance.
Glo. Stay you that bear the corse, and set it down. With becoming reverence for the dead.
Anne.What black magician conjures up this fiend, To stop devoted charitable deeds?
Glo Villains, set down the corse; or, by saint Paul, I'll inake a corse of him that disobeys.
1 Gent. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass. Glo. Unmanner'd dog: stand thou when I command:
Advance thy halberd higher than my breast,
trouble us not;
For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell,
O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death! (earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death! Either, Heaven, with lightning strike the murderer dead,
Anne. And thou unfit for any place but hell.
Anne. Some dungeon.
Anne. Thou wast the cause and most accurs'd
Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick;
Glo. Lady, you know no rules of charity,
No beast so fierce, but knows some touch of pity.
Anne. Vouchsafe, diffus'd infection of a man,
Glo. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me
Some patient leisure to excuse myself.
Anne. Fouler than heart can think thee, thou canst make
For doing worthy vengeance on thyself,
Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect;
Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide.
Glo. These eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck;
No excuse current but to hang thyself.
Glo. By such despair. I should accuse myself. Anne. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand excus'd;
You should not blemish it if I stood by:
Anne. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life!
Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both. Anne. I would I were, to be revenged on thee. Glo. It is a quarrel most unnatural, To be revenged on him that loveth thee.
Anne. It is a quarrel just and reascuable, To be revenged on him that kill'd my husband. Glo. He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband, Did it to help thee to a better husband.
Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth.
Why, then, they are not dead:
Thy murd'rous falchion smoking in his blood;
Glo. I was provoked by her sland'rous tongue,
I grant ye. Anne. Dost grant me, hedge-hog? then God grant me too, Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed! , he was gentle, mild, and virtuous. Glo.The fitter for the King of heaven that hath him. Anne. He is in heaven, where thou shalt never
Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send him thither; For he was fitter for that place, than earth.
Glo. He lives, that loves you better than he could.
Glo. Never came poison from so sweet a place. Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad. Out of my sight! thou dost infect mine eyes. Glo. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. Anne. 'Would they were basilisks, to strike thee
Glo. I would they were, that I might die at once:
Shamed their aspects with store of childish drops:
I never sued to friend, nor enemy;
with his Sword.
KING RICHARD III.
var. do not pa use; for I did kill king Henry ;- Myself to be a marvellous proper man.
I'll be at charges for a looking-glass;
ward;- She again offers at his Breast. To study fashions to adorn my body;
(She lets fall the Sword. I will maintain it with some little cost.
But, first, I'll turn von fellow in his grave;
Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass,
SCENE III.--A Room in the Palace.
Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, LORD RIVERS, and LORD
Riv. Have patience, madam; there's no doub!
Will soon recover his accustom'd health.
Grey. In that you brook it ill, it makes him
Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comfort,
And cheer his grace with quick and merry words:
Q. Eliz. If he were dead, what would betide of
Grey. No other harm, but loss of such a lord.
Q. Eliz The loss of'such a lord includes all harms.
Grey. The heavens have bless'd you with a
Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloster,
Riv. Is it concluded, he shall be protector ?
Q. Eliz. It is determin'd, not concluded yet:
But so it must be, if the king miscarry.
Enter BUCKINGHAM and STANLEY.
Grey. Here come the lords of Buckingham and
Stanley: To him that hath more cause to be a mourner, Buck. Good time of day unto your royal grace! and presently repair to Crosby-place:?
Stan. God make your majesty joyful as you There-alter I have solemnly interr’d,
have been! Al Chertsey monast'ry this noble king,
Q. Eliz. The countess Richmond, good my lord An wet his grave with my repentant tears,
of Stanley, I will with all expedient duty see you.
To your good prayer will scarcely say--amen.
And loves not me, be you, good lord, assur'd,
Stan. I do beseech you, either not believe
The envious slanders of her talse accusers ;
Or, if she be accus'd on true report,
Bear with her weakness, whichi, I think, proceeds
'Tis more than you deserve; From wayward sickness, and no grounded malice: Bul, since you teach me how to flatter you,
Q. Eliz. Saw you the king to-day, my lord of Imagine I have said farewell already.
Freunt Lady AYYE, TRESSEL, and Berkley. Stan. But now the duke of Buckingham, and I,
Are come from visiting his majesty.
Q. Eliz. What likelihood of his amendment,
lords? Ereunt the rest, with the Corpse. I Was ever woman in this huinor wood?
Buck. Madam, good hope; his grace speaks
Q. Eliz. God grant him health! Did you confer
with him? Waat! 1, that kill'd her husband, and his father,
Buck. Ay, madam, he desires to make atonement To take her in her heart's extremest hate;
Between the duke of Gloster and your brothers, With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
And between them and my lord chamberlain;
And sent to warn them to his royal presence.
never be ;
I fear, our happiness is at the height.
Enter GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and DORSET.
Glo. They do me wrong, and I will not endure Vath she forgot already that brave prince,
Who are they, that complain unto the king,
That I, forsooth, am stern, and love them not? 1 wecier arid a lovelier gentleman,
By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly, Framed in the prodigality of nature,
That till his ears with such dissentious rumors. young, valiant, wise, and no doubt, right royal,- Because I cannot flatter, and speak fair, The spacious world cannot again atford :
Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, And will she yet abase her eyes on me,
Duck with French nods, and a pish courtesy, That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet
I must be held a rancorous enemy. prnce,
Cannot a plain man live, and think no harm,
But thus his simple truth must be abus'd
By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks ?9
Grey. To whom, in all this presence speaks your ar dukedom to a beggarly dernier,
grace? to mistake my person all this while:
Glo. To thee, that hast nor honesty, nor grace. Lpoo my life, she tinds, although I cannot,
When have I injur'd thee? when done thee wrong • A small French coin.
· Low fellows. la Bishopgate-stioet.