They could not speak, and fo I left them both, And here he comes. Enter king Richard. All health, my fovereign lord! K. RICH. Kind Tirrel-am I happy in the news? TIR. If to have done the thing you gave in charge Beget your happiness, be happy then ; For it is done. K. RICH. But didft thou see them dead? K. RICH. And, buried, gentle Tirrel? TIR. The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them, But where, to say the truth, I do not know. K. RICH. Come, to me, Tirrel, foon, soon after fupper, When thou shalt tell the process of their death. Mean time-but think, how I may do thee good, Farewel till then. TIR. I humbly take my leave. [Exit. K. RICH. The son of Clarence have I pent up close; His daughter meanly have I match'd in marriage; The fons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bofom: And Anne my wife hath bid this world good night. Now, for I know the Briton Richmond aims At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter, And by that knot looks proudly on the crown; To her go I, a jolly thriving wooer. CAT. My lord Enter Catesby. K RICH. Good or bad news, that thou com'ft in fo bluntly? CAT. Bad news, my lord; Morton is fled to Richmond : And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welshmen, Is in the field, and still his power increaseth. K. RICH. Ely with Richmond troubles me more near, Delay leads impotent and fnail-pac'd beggary. SCENE IV. Enter Queen Margaret. To watch the waining of mine enemies. And will to France; hoping the confequence [Exit. Withdraw thee, wretched Marg'ret! who comes here? Enter the Dutchefs of York, and the Queen. QUEEN. Ah, my poor Princes! ah, my tender babes; My unblown flowers, new-appearing fweets! If yet your gentle fouls fly in the air, Q. MAR. Hover about her; fay, that right for right DUTCH. So many miseries have craz'd my voice, That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute. Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? Q. MAR. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet, Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. QUEEN. Wilt thou, O God, fly from such gentle lambs, And throw them in the entrails of the wolf? Why didst thou sleep when such a deed was done? Q. MAR. When holy Henry died, and my sweet fon. DUTCH Dead life, blind fight, poor mortal living ghost, Woe's scene, world's fhame, grave's due, by life ufurp'd, Brief abstract and record of tedious days, Reft thy unreft on England's lawful earth, QUEEN. Ah, that thou would'st as foon afford a grave, As thou canft yield a melancholy seat; Then would I hide my bones, not rest them here. Q. MAR. If ancient forrow be moft reverent, And let my griefs frown on the upper hand. Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine. Thou had'st an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him : DUTCH. I had a Richard too, and thou did'st kill him: I had a Rutland too, thou holp'ft to kill him. Q. MAR. Thou had'ft a Clarence too, and Richard kill'd him. From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept A hell-hound that doth hunt us all to death; DUTCH. Oh, Harry's wife, triumph not in my woes, Q. MAR. Bear with me, I am hungry for revenge, Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward, Thy Clarence he is dead, that ftabb'd my Edward; Th' adulterate Haftings, Rivers, Vaughan, Gray, And fend them thither; but at hand, at hand, Infues his piteous and unpitied end; Earth gapes, hell burns, fiends roar, faints pray, for ven Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray, That I may live to say, the dog is dead! [geance QUEEN. Oh! thou did't prophefy, the time would come, That I fhould wifh for thee to help me curfe That bottl'd fpider, that foul bunch-back'd toad. QMAR. I call'd thee then vain flourish of my fortune, I call'd thee then poor fhadow painted queen, The flatt'ring index of a direful page; One heav'd on high, to be hurl'd down below; Where is thy husband now? where be thy brothers? Farewel, York's wife, and queen of sad mischance, |