March. Enter King Edward, Gloucefter, Clarence, and Soldiers. K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder ftands the thorny. wood, Which, by the heav'n's affiftance and your ftrength,. I need not add more fewel to your fire, (For well I wot ye blaze), to burn them out : Give fignal to the fight, and to it, Lords. Queen, Lords, Knights, and Gentlemen, what I fhould My tears gainfay; for every word I speak, Ye fee I drink the water of my eye. [fay, Therefore no more but this: Henry, your Sovereign, His realm a flaughter-house, his subjects flain, Alarum. Retreat. Excurfions. Both parties go out. Re-enter King Edward, Gloucefter, Clarence, &c. The Queen, Oxford, and Somerfet, prisoners. K. Edw. Now here's a period of tumultuous broils. Go, bear them hence: I will not hear them fpeak. K. Edw. Is proclamation made, that who finds EdShall have a high reward, and he his life?" [ward, Clo. It is, and, lo! where youthful Edward comes, Enter the Prince of Wales. K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him What? can fo young a thorn begin to prick? [speak. Edward, what fatisfaction canst thou make, Prince. Speak like a fubject, proud ambitious York. Suppofe that I am now my father's mouth; Refign thy chair; and, where I ftand, kneel thou, Whilft I propose the self-fame words to thee, Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to. Queen. Ah! that thy father had been fo refolv'd! Glo. That you might still have worn the petticoat, And ne'er have ftoll'n the breech from Lancaster. Prince. Let Afop fable in a winter's night; His currifh riddles fort not with this place. Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that word. ' Queen. Ay, thou waft born to be a plague to men. Glo. For God's fake, take away this captive fcold. Prince. Nay, take away this fcolding crook-back rather. K. Edw Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your I am your better, traitors as ye are: [Stabs him. K. Edw. And take thou that to end thy agony. [Edward ftabs him. Clar. And there's for twitting me with perjury. Queen. Oh, kill me too! Glo. Marry, and fhall.. [Clarence Stabs him. [Offers to kill her. K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done too much. Glo. Why fhould fhe live, to fill the world with words? K. Edw. What? doth fhe fwoon? use means for her recov'ry Glo. Clarence, excufe me to the King my brother : I'll bence to London on a ferious matter. Ere ye come there, be fure to hear fome news. Clar. What? what! Glo. The Tower, man, the Tower!-I'll root 'em out. [Exit. Queen. Oh Ned, fweet Ned! fpeak to thy mother, Canft thou not speak? O traitors, murderers! [boy. They that fabb'd Cæfar, shed no blood at all, Did not offend, and were not worthy blame, He was a man; this (in respect) a child What's worse than murtherer, that I may name it? burst. How fweet a plant have you untimely cropt! Look in his youth to have him fo cut off; As, deathfien! you have rid this fweet young prince. K. Edw. Away with her, go bear her hence by force. Queen. Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here: Here theath thy fword, I'll pardon thee my death, What? wilt thou not? then, Clarence, do it thou. Clar. By heaven, I will not do thee fo much eafe. Queen, Good Clarence, do; fweet Clarence, do thou do it. Clar. Didft thou not hear me fwear I would not do it? Queen. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thy felf: 'Twas fin before, but now 'tis charity. What, wilt thou not? Where is that devil butcher K. Edw. Away, I fay; I charge ye, bear her hence. Queen. So come to you and yours, as to this prince! [Exit Queen. K. Edw. Where's Richard gone? Clar. To London all in poft, and, as I guess, To make a bloody fupper in the Tower. K. Edw. He's fudden, if a thing comes in his head. Now march we hence, difcharge the common fort With pay and thanks; and let's away to London, [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Changes to the Tower of London. Enter King Henry and Gloucefter, with the Lieutenant on the Tower walls. Glo. Good day, my Lord; what! at your book fo hard? [rather; K. Henry. Ay, my good Lord; my Lord, I fhould fay 'Tis fin to flatter, good was little better: Good Glo'fter, and good devil, were alike, And both prepoft'rous; therefore, not good Lord. Glo. Sir, leave us to ourselves, we must confer. [Exit Lieutenant, K. Henry. So flies the reckless fhepherd from the So firft the harın lefs flock doth yield his fleece, And next his throat, unto the butcher's knife. What fcene of death hath Richard now to act? Glo. Sufpicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bufh an officer. [wolf; K. Henry. The bird that hath been limed in a bufh, With trembling wings mifdoubteth ev'ry bush, And I, the hapless male to one fweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye, Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and kill'd. Glo. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete, That taught his fon the office of a fowl? And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd. K. Henry, I, Dedalus; my poor boy, Icarus ; Thy father, Minos that deny'd our course; The fun, that fear'd the wings of my sweet boy, Thy brother Edward; and thyself the fea, Whofe envious gulph did fwallow 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 hiftory. But wherefore dolt thou come? Is't for my life? Glo. Think'ft thou I am an executioner ? K. Henry. A perfecutor I am fure thou art. If murth'ring innocents be executing, Why then thou art an executioner. Gle. Thy fon I kill'd for his prefumption. [prefume, K. Henry. Hadft thou been kill'd when first thou didît Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a fon of mine. And thus I prophefy, that many a thoufand Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear, And many an old man's figh, and many a widow's, And many an orphan's water-standing eye, (Men for their fons, wives for their husbands' fate, And orphans for their parents' timeless death), Shall rue the hour that ever thou waft born. The owl fhriek'd at thy birth, an evil fign: The night-crow cry'd, a boding lucklefs tune; Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempeft shook down trees; The raven croak'd hoarfe on the chimney's top, And chattering pyes in difmal difcords fung. Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, And yet brought forth lefs than a mother's hope, To wit an indigested deform'd lump, Not like the fruit of fuch a goodly tree. Teeth hadft thou in thy head when thou waft born, Thou cam'ft into the world with thy legs forward. For this, amongst the reft, was I ordain'd. this O God! forgive my fins, and pardon thee! [Dies. I that have neither pity, love, nor fear.. |