Графични страници
PDF файл
ePub

His curses,

Enter Queen MARGARET, behind.

When thou didst crown his warlike brows with

pajer,

And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes, Q. Mar. And lessen'd be that small, God, I beseech And then, to dry them, gav'st the duke a clout, him!

Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland:Thyonour, state, and seat, is due to me.

then from bitterness of soul Glo. What? threat you me with telling of the king? Denounc'd against thee, are all fallen upon thee; Tell him, and spare not : look, what I have said And God, not we, hath plagued thy bloorly deed. I will avouch in presence of the king :

Q. Eliz. So just is God, to right the innocent. I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower.

Hast. 0, 't was the foulest deed, to slay that babe, 'T is time to speak, my pains are quite forgot.

And the most merciless, that e'er was heard of. Q. Mar. Out, devil ! I do remember them too well : Riv. Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower,

Dor. No man but prophesied revenge for it. And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury.

Buck. Northumberland, then present, wept to see it Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or your husband king, Q. Mar. What! were you snarling all, before I cam I was a packhorse in his great affairs ;

Ready to catch each other by the throat, A weeder-out of his proud adversaries,

And turn you all your hatred now on me! A liberal rewarder of his friends;

Did York's dread curse prevail so much with Heaven To royalize his blood I spilt mine own.

That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, Q. Mar. Ay, and much better blood than his, or thine. Their kingdom's loss, my woeful banishment, Glo. In all which time, you, and your husband Grey, Should all but answer for that peevish brat? Were factious for the house of Lancaster ;

Can curses pierce the clouds, and enter heaven And, Rivers, so were you :—Was not your husband Why, then give way, dull clouds, to my quick cured In Margaret's battle at Saint Alban's slain ?

Though not by war, by surfeit die your king, Let me put in your minds, if you forget,

As ours by murther, to make himn a king! What you have been, ere this, and what you are; Edward, thy son, that now is prince of Wales, Withal, what I have been, and what I am.

For Edward, our son, that was prince of Wales, Q. Mar. A murtherous villain, and so still thou art. Die in his youth by like untimely violence!

Glo. Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick, Thyself a queen, for me that was a queen, Ay, and forswore himself, --which Jesu pardon ! - Outlive thy glory, like my wretched self! Q. Mar. Which God revenge!

Long mayst thou live, to wail thy children's death, Glo. To fight on Edward's party, for the crown; And see another, as I see thee now, And, for his meed, poor lord, he is mew'd up :

Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stall'd in mine! I would to God my heart were flint like Edward's, Long die thy happy days before thy death; Or Edward's soft and pitiful like mine;

And, after many lengthend hours of grief, I am too childish-foolish for this world.

Die neither mother, wise, nor England's queen ; Q. Mar. Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave this Rivers, and Dorset, you were standers by,world,

And so wast thou, lord Hastings,—when my son Thou cacodæmon! there thy kingdom is.

Was stabb’d with bloody daggers : God, I pray hin, Riv. My lord of Gloster, in those busy days, That none of you may live your natural age, Which here you urge to prove us enemies,

But by some unlook'd accident cut off! We follow'd then our lord, our sovereign king;

Glo. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'd tu So should we you, if you should be our king.

Q. Mar. And leave out thee? stay, dog, for thou sh Glo. If I should be ?-I had rather be a pedlar;

hear me. Far be it from my heart, the thought thereof!

If Heaven have any grievous plague in store, Q. Eliz. As little joy, my lord, as you suppose Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee, You should enjoy, were you this country's king; 0, let them keep it, till thy sins be ripe, As little joy you may suppose in me

And then liurl down their indignation That I enjoy, being the queen thereof.

On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace! Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof; The worm of conscience still be-gnaw thy soul! For I am she, and altogether joyless.

Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou lirist, I can no longer hold me patient.- [Advancing. And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends! Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out

No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, In sharing that which you have pill'd from me: Unless it be while some tormenting dream Which of you trembles not that looks on me ?

Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils ! If not, that I being queen you bow like subjects, Thou elvish-mark’d, abortive, rooting bog! Yet that by you depos’d you quake like rebels?

- Thou that wast seal'd in thy nativity Ah, gentle villain, do not turn away!

The slave of nature, and the son of hell! Glo. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou in my Thou slander of thy heavy mother's womb! sight?

Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins !
Q. Mar. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd; Thou rag of honour! thou detested-
That will I make, before I let thee go.

Glo. Margaret.
Glo. Wert thou not banished on pain of death? Q. Mar. Richard !
Q. Mar. I was; but I do find more pain in banish- Glo.

на ?
Q. Mar.

I call thee not. Than death can yield me here by my abode.

Glo. I cry thee mercy then; for I did think A husband, and a son, thou ow'st to me,

That thou hadst callid me all these bitter names. And thou, a kingdom ;-all of you, allegiance :

Q. Mar. Why, so I did; but look'd for no reply. This sorrow that I have, by right is yours;

O, let me make the period to my curse. And all the pleasures you usurp are mine.

Glo. "T is done by me; and ends in-Margaret Glo. The curse my noble father laid on thee,

Q. Eliz. Thus have you breath'l your curse 0721 * The double acceptation of the verb make is also exemplified

yourself. As You Like It!

Q. Mar. Poor painted queen, vain fourist: Jr " Now, sir, what make you here?

tune! Nothing: I am not taglit to make anything." Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider.

ment

me ?

Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about?

He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains ;
Fool, fool! thou whett'st a knife to kill thyself. God pardon them that are the cause thereof!
The day will come that thou shalt wish for me

Riv. A virtuous and a christianlike conclusion, To help thee curse this pois nous bunch-back'd toad. To pray for them that have done scath to us.

Hast. False-boding woman, end thy frantic curse, Glo. So do I ever, being well advis'd :-
Lest to thy harm thou move our patience.

For had I curs'd now, I had curs d myself. [Asile. Q. Mar. Foul shame upon you! you have all mov'd mine.

Enter Catesby. Rie. Were you well serv'd, you would be taught Cates. Madam, his majesty doth call for you,-. your duty.

And for your grace,--and you, my noble lord.
Q. Var. To serve me well, you all should do me duty, Q. Eliz. Catesby, I come :-Lords, will you go with
Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects;
O, serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty. Riv. We wait upon your grace. (Ex. all but Gilos.
Dor. Dispute not with her, she is lunatic.

Glo. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl.
Q. Mar. Peace, master marquis, you are malapert : The secret mischiefs that I set abroach
Tar fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current: I lay unto the grievous charge of others.
0, that your young nobility could judge

Clarence, whom I, indeed, have cast in darkness,What 't were to lose it, and be miserable!

I do beweep to many simple gulls;
They that stand high have many blasts to shake them; Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham;
And if they fall they dash themselves to pieces. And tell them, 't is the queen and her allies

Glo. Good counsel, marry; learn it, learn it, marquis. That stir the king against the duke my brother.
Dor. It touches you, my lord, as much as me. Now they believe it; and withal whet me

Glo. Ay, and much more: But I was born so high, To be reveng'd on Rivers, Dorset, Grey :
Our aiery buildeth in the cedar's top,

But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture,
Ånd dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun.

Tell them, that God bids us do good for evil :
Q. Mar. And turns the sun to shade ;-alas! alas ! And thus I clothe my naked villainy
Fitness my son, now in the shade of death:

With odd old ends, stolen forth of holy writ;
Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
Hath in eternal darkness folded up.
Tour aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest;

Enter two Murderers.
O God, that seest it, do not suffer it;

But soft, here come my executioners. As it was won with blood, lost be it so!

How now, my hardy, stout, resolved mates Buck. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charity. Are you now going to despatch this thing?

Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me; 1 Murd. We are, my lord; and come to nave the Uncharitably with me have you dealt,

warrant, And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd. That we may be admitted where he is. My charity is outrage, life my shame,

Glo. Well thought upon, I have it here about me: And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!

(Gives the warrant. Buck. Have done, have done.

When you have done, repair to Crosby-place.
Q. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I 'll kiss thy hand, But, sirs, be sudden in the execution,
In sign of league and amity with thee :

Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead;
Now fair befall thee and thy noble house !

For Clarence is well spoken, and, perhaps, Thy garments are not spotted with our blood,

May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him. Nor thou within the compass of my curse.

1 Murd. Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand to Buck. Nor no one here; for curses never pass

prate; The lips of those that breathe them in the air.

Talkers are no good doers; be assurd
Q. Mar. I will not think but they ascend the sky, We go to use our hands, and not our tongues.
And there awake God's gentle-sleeping peace.

Glo. Your eyes drop millstones, when fools' eyes fall O Buckingham, take heed of yonder dog;

tears : Look, when he fawns he bites; and, when he bites, I like you, lads ;-about your business straight; His venom tooth will rankle to the death :

Go, go, despatch. Have not to do with him, beware of him;

2 Murd. We will, my noble lord. [Ereua! Sim, death, and hell have set their marks on him; And all their ministers attend on him.

SCENE IV.-The same. A Room in the Tower. Gl. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham ?

Enter CLARENCE and BRAKENBURY. Buck. Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord. Q. Mar. What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle Brak. Why looks your grace so heavily to-da yo? counsel,

Clar. O, I have pass'd a miserable night, And soothe the devil that I warn thee from?

So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, O, bat remernber this another day,

That, as I am a christian faithful man, When he shall split thy very beart with sorrow;

I would not spend another such a night, And say, poor Margaret was a prophetess.

Though 't were to buy a world of happy days Lire each of you the subjects to his hate,

So full of dismal terror was the time. and he to yours, and all of you to God's! [Exit. Brak. What was your dream, my lord ? I pray you

Hast. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses.
Rie. And so doth mine; I muse why she 's at liberty. Clar. Methought that I had broken from the Towu

Glo. I cannot blame her, by God's holy mother; And was embark d to cross to Burgundy;
Sue hath had too much wrong, and I repent

And in my company my brother Gloster : My part thereof, that I have done to her.

Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Q. Eliz. I never did her any, to my knowledge. Upon the hatches ; there we look d toward England,

Gl. Yet you bave all the vantage of her wrong. And cited up a thousand heavy times, I was too hot to do somebody good,

During the wars of York and Lancaster That is too cold in thinking of it now.

That had befall’n us. As we pac'd along Hany, as for Clarence, he is well repaid ;

Upon the giddy footing of the hatcher

tell me.

him so.

Methought that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, Brak. What, so brief?
Struck me, that thought to stay him, overbyard,

2 Murd. 'T is better, sir, than to be tedious :- le Into the tumbling billows of the main.

him see our commission, and talk no more. O Lord ! methought what pain it was to drown!

(A paper is delivered to Brak., who reads it What dreadful noise of water in mine ears!

Brak. I am, in this, commanded to deliver What sights of ugly death within mine eyes!

The noble duke of Clarence to your hands : Methought I saw a thousand fearful wracks;

I will not reason what is meant hereby, A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon;

Because I will be guiltless of the meaning, Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,

There lies the duke asleep,--and there, the keys. Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,

I 'll to the king; and signify to him All scatter d in the bottom of the sea.

That thus I have resign'd to you my charge. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes 1 Murd. You may, sir; 't is a point of wisdom : Where eyes did once inhabit there were crept,

Fare you well.

[Exit BRAK As 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems,

2 Murd. What, shall we stab him as he sleeps ? That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep,

1 Murd. No; he 'll say 't was done cowardly, wher And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by. he wakes.

Brak. Jad you such leisure in the time of death 2 Murd. Why, he shall never wake until the great To gaze upon these secrets of the deep?

judgment-day, Clar. Methought I had; and often did I strive 1 Murd. Why, then he 'll say we stabbid him To vield the ghost: but still the envious flood

sleeping. Stopt in my soul, and would not let it forth

2 Murd. The urging of that word, judgment, hati To find the empty, vast, and wand'riny air;

bred a kind of remorse in me. But smother'd it within my panting bulk,

I Murd. What! art thou afraid ? Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.

2 Murd. Not to kill him, having a warrant; but to Brak. Awak'd you not in this sore agony?

be damned for killing him, from the which no warran: Clar. No, no, my dream was lengthen'd after lise; can defend me. O, then began the tempest to my soul!

1 Murd. I thought thou hadst been resolute. I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood

2 Murd. So I am, to let him live. With that sour ferryman which poets write of,

1 Murd. I 'll back to the duke of Gloster, and tell Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul

2 Murd. Nay, I prithee, stay a little : I hope this Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; passionate humour of mine will change : it was wout Who spake aloud,—“What scourge for perjury to hold me but while one tells twenty. Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ?"

1 Murd. How dost thou feel thyself now ! And so he vanish:d : Then came wandering by

2 Murd. Some certain dregs of conscience are yet A shadow like an angel, with bright hair

within me. Dabbled in blood; and he shriek'd out aloud,

1 Murd. Remember our reward, when the deed's “ Clarence is come,-false, fleeting, perjur'd Clarence,- done. That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury ;

2 Murd. Come, he dies; I had forgot the reward. Seize on him, furies, take him unto torment !"

1 Murd. Where's thy conscience now! With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends

2 Murd. Oh, in the duke of Gloster's purse. Environd me, and howled in mine ears

1 Murd. When he opens his purse to give us our reSuch hideous cries, that, with the very noise

ward, thy conscience flies out. I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after,

2 Mur'. 'T is no matter; let it go; there 's few, or Could not believe but that I was in hell;

none, will entertain it. Such terrible impression made my dream.

1 Murd. What if it come to thee again? Brak. No marvel, lord, though it affrighted you; 2 Murd. I 'll not meddle with it, (it is a dangerous I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it.

thing,] it makes a man a coward ; a man cannot steal Clar. O, Brakenbury, I have done these things,- but it accuseth him; a man cannot swear but it checks That now give evidence against my soul,

him; a man cannot lie with his neighbour's wife but it For Edward's sake; and see how he requites me! detects him : 'T is a blushing shame-faced spirit that O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee, mutinies in a man's bosom ; it fills one full of obstacles: But thou wilt be aveng‘d on my misdeeds,

it made me once restore a purse of gold that by chance Yet execute thy wrath on me alone :

I found; it beggars any man that keeps it: it is turned O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children! out of towns and cities for a dangerous thing; and every I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me;

man that means to live well endeavours to trust to him My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.

self, and live without it. Brak. I will, my lord : God give your grace good í Murd. It is now even at my elbow, persuading me rest!

(Clar. retires. not to kill the duke. Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours,

2 Murd. Take the devil in thy mind, and believe Makes the night morning, and the noontide night. him not: he would insinuate with thee, but to make Princes have but their titles for their glories,

thee sigh. An outward honour for an inward toil;

1 Murd. I am strong fram'd, he cannot prevail with And, for unfelt imaginations, They often feel a world of restless cares :

2 Murd. Spoken like a tall fellow that respects bis So that, between their titles, and low name,

reputation, Come, shall we fall to work? There 's nothing differs but the outward fame.

1 Murd. Take him on the costard with the hilts of thy sword, and then throw him into the malmseytutt

, Enter the two Murderers.

in the next room. | Murd. Ho! who 's here?

2 Murd. O excellent device! and make a sop of tum. Brak. What wouldst thou, fellow ? and how cam'st 1 Murd. Soft! he wakes. thou hither

2 Murd. Strike. 1 Murd. I would speak with Clarence, and I came 1 Murd. No, we 'll reason with him. hituer un my legs.

Clar. Where art thou, keeper? give me a cup of wine

me.

you.

own.

my lord.

1 Murd. You shall have wine enough, my lord, anon. | I am his brother, and I love him well. Clar. In God's name, what art thou ?

If you are hir'd for meed, go back again, I Murd. A man, as you are.

And I will send you to my brother Gloster; Ciar. But not, as I am, royal.

Who shall reward you better for my life 1 Murd. Nor you, as we are, loyal.

Than Edward will for tidings of my death. Clar. Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are huinble. 2 Murd. You are deceiv'd, your brother Gloster hates 1 Murd. My voice is now the king's, my looks mine

Clar. Ó, no; he loves me, and he holds me dear; Clar. How darkly, and how deadly, dost thou Go you to him from me. speak!

Both Murd. Ay, so we will. Your eyes do menace me: Why look you pale?

Clar. Tell him, when that our princely father York Who sent you hither? Wherefore do you come ? Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm, 2 Murd. To, to, to

[And charg'd us from his soul to love each other,] Clar. To murther me ?

He little thought of this divided friendship: Both Murd. Ay, ay.

Bid Gloster think on this, and he will weep. Clar. You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so, 1 Murd. Ay, millstones ; as he lesson'd us to weep. And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it.

Clar. O, do not slander him, for he is kind. Wherein, my friends, have I offended you?

1 Murd. Right, as snow in harvest.—Come, you de1 Murd. Offended us you have not, but the king.

ceive yourself: Clar. I shall be reconcil'd to him again.

'T is he that sends us to destroy you here. 2 Murd. Never, my lord; therefore, prepare to die. Clar. It cannot be, for he bewept my fortune,

Clar. Are you drawn forth among a world of men, And hugg'd me in his arms, and swore, with sobs, To slay the innocent? What is my offence ?

That he would labour my delivery. Where is the evidence that doth accuse me?

1 Murd. Why, so he doth, when he delivers you What lawful quest have given their verdict up

From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven. Unto the frowning judge? or who pronounc'd

2 Murd. Make peace with God, for you must die, The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death? Before I be convict by course of law,

Clar. Have you that holy feeling in your souls, To threaten me with death is most unlawful.

To counsel me to make my peace with God, I charge you, as you hope for any goodness,

And are you yet to your own souls so blind, That you depart, and lay no hands on me;

That you will war with God, by murthering me? The deed you undertake is damnable.

Oh, sirs, consider, they that set you on 1 Murd. What we will do we do upon command. To do this deed will hate you for the deed. 2 Murd. And he that hath commanded is our king. 2 Murd. What shall we do? Clar. Erroneous vassal! the great King of kings Clar.

Relent, and save your souls. Hath in the table of his law commanded,

Which of you, if you were a prince's son, That thou shalt do no murther : Will you then Being pent from liberty, as I am now, Spum at his edict, and fulfil a man's ?

If two such murtherers as yourselves came to you, Take heed; for he holds vengeance in his hand, Would not entreat for life,

-as you would beg To hurl upon their heads that break his law.

Were you in my distress ? 2 Murd. And that same vengeance doth he hurl on 1 Murd. Relent! No. "T is cowardly and wo. thee,

manish. For false forswearing, and for murther too :

Clar. Not to relent, is beastly, savage, devilish.Thou didst receive the sacrament to fight

My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks; In quarrel of the house of Lancaster.

0, if thine eye be not a flatterer, 1 Murd. And, like a traitor to the name of God, Come thou on my side, and entreat for me : Didst break that vow; and with thy treacherous blade A begging prince, what beggar pities not? Unripp dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son.

2 Murd. Look behind you, my lord. 2 Murd. Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and de- 1 Murd. Take that, and that; if all this will not do, fend.

[Stabs him. 1 Murd. How canst thou urge God's dreadful law I 'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within. to us,

[Exit, with the body. When thou hast broke it in such dear degree?

2 Murd. A bloody deed, and desperately despatch'd! Clar. Alas! for whose sake did I that ill deed ? How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands For Edward, for my brother, for his sake:

Of this most grievous murther!
He sends you not to murther me for this;
For in that sin he is as deep as I.

Re-enter first Murderer.
If God will be avenged for the deed,

1 Murd. How now? what mean'st thou, that thon O, know you, yet he doth it publicly;

help'st me not? Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm;

By Heaven, the duke shall know how slack you have He needs no indirect or lawless course,

been. To cut off those that have offended him.

2 Murd. I would he knew that I had sav'd his bro| Murd. Who made thee then a bloody minister,

ther! When gallant-springing, brave Plantagenet,

Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say;
That princely novice, was struck dead by thee ? For I repent me that the duke is slain. (Exit.

Clar. My brother's love, the devil, and my rage. I Murd. So do not I; go, coward as thou art.
1 Murd. Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy Well, I 'll go hide the body in some hole,
faults,

Till that the duke give order for his burial;
Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee.

And when I have my meed, I will away; Clar. If you do love my brotber, hate not me; For this will out, and then I must not stay. (Brilo

ACT II.

hate;

SCENE I.--The same. A Room in the Palace. Have aught committed that is hardly borne
Enter King EDWARD, (led in sick,) QUEEN ELIZA- By any in this presence, I desire
BETH, Dorset, Rivers, Hastings, BUCKINGHAM, T is death to me to be at enmity;

To reconcile me to his friendly peace;
GREY, and others.
K. Edw. Why, so :—now have I done a good day's First, madam, I entreat true peace of you,

I hate it, and desire all good men's love.
work;-

Which I will purchase with my duteous service; You peers, continue this united league :

Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham, I every day expect an embassage

If ever any grudge were lodgʻd between us ; From my Redeemer to redeem me hence;

Of you, and you, lord Rivers, and of DorsetAnd more to peace my soul shall part to heaven, ] That all without desert bave frown'd on me;Since I have made my friends at peace on earth. Rivers and Hastings, take each other's hand;

Of you, lord Woodville, and lord Scales, of you,Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love.

Dukos, earls, lords, gentlemen; indeed, of all

, Riv. By Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging With whom my soul is any jot at odds,

I do not know that Englishman alive

More than the infant that is born to-night; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love.

I thank my God for my humility. Hast. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like! K. Edw. Take heed you dally not before your king; I would to God all strifes were well compounded.

Q. Eliz. A boly-day shall this be kept hereafter Lest He that is the supreme King of kings

My sovereign lord, I do beseech your higiness Confound your hidden falsehood, and award

To take our brother Clarence to your grace. Either of you to be the other's end.

Glo. Why, madam, bave I offer'd love for this, Hast. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love! To be so flouted in this royal presence ! Riv. And I, as I love Hastings with my heart !

Who knows not that the gentle duke is dead ! K. Edw. Madam, yourself are not exempt in this,

[They all Nor you, son Dorset,-Buckingham, nor you ;

You do him injury to scorn his corse. You have been factious one against the other.

K. Edw. Who knows not he is dead! #bo la Wife, love lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand;

he is ? And what you do, do it unfeignedly.

Q. Eliz. All-seeing Heaven, what a world is thi Q. Eliz. There, Hastings ;-I will never more re- Buck. Look I so pale, lord Dorset, as the rest! member

Dor. Ay, my good lord; and no man in the pres Our former hatred, so thrive I and mine!

But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks. K. Edw. Dorset, embrace him,-Hastings, love lord

K. Edro. Is Clarence dead ? the order was rere marquis.

Glo. But he, poor man, by your first onder died, Dor. This interchange of love, I here protest,

And that a winged Mercury did bear; Upon my part shall be inviolable.

Some tardy cripple bore the countermand, *Hast. And so swear I. [Embraces Dorset. That came too lag to see him buried : K. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou this God grant that some, less noble and less loyal, league

Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood, With thy embracements to my wife's allies,

Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did, And make me happy in your unity.

And yet go current from suspicion!
Buck. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate
Upon your grace [to the Queen], but with all duteous

Enter STANLEY.
love

Stan. A boon, my sovereign, for my service der Doth cherish you, and yours, God punish me

K. Edw. I prithee, peace; my soul is full of se With hate in those where I expect most love!

Stan. I will not rise unless your highness hear When I have most need to employ a friend,

K. Edw. Then say at once, what is it thou requ And most assured that he is a friend,

Stan. The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's be Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile,

Who slew to-day a riotous gentleman, Be he unto me! this do I beg of Heaven, ,

Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk. When I am cold in love to you or yours.

K. Edw. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's [Embracing Rivers, &c. And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave 1 K. Edw. A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham, My brother kill'd no man, his fault was thought, Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart.

And yet his punishment was bitter death. There wanteth now our brother Gloster here,

Who sued to me for him? who, in my wrath, To make the blessed period of this peace.

Kneeld at my feet, and bade me be advis d ? Buck. And, in good time, here comes the noble duke. Who spoke of brotherhood ? who spoke of love!

Who told me how the poor soul did forsake Enter GLOSTER.

The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me! Glo. Good morrow to my sovereign king, and queen ; Who told me in the field at Tewksbury, And, princely peers, a happy time of day!

When Oxford had me down, he rescued me, K. Edr. Happy, indeed, as we have spent the day: And said, “ Dear brother, live, and be a king Gloster, we have done deeds of charity;

Who told me, when we both lay in the field, Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate,

Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.

Even in his garments; and did give himself, Glo. A Llessed labour, my most sovereign lord. All thin and naked, to the numb-cold night! Among this princely heap, if any here,

All this from my remembrance brutish wrath By false intelligence or wrong surmise,

Sinfully pluck'd, and not a man of you Hold me a foe;

Had so much grace to put it in my mind. If I unwittingly, or in my rage,

But, when your carters, or your waiting-rasals

« ПредишнаНапред »