That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion, And made the forest tremble when they roar'd. Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat, And made our footstool of security.-
Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit :
To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his
And cried-all hail! - when as he meant
Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy: Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles, and myself, Have in our armors watch'd the winter's night; Went all a-foot in summer's scalding heat, That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace: And of our labors thou shalt reap the gain.
Glo. I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid; For yet I am not look'd on in the world. This shoulder was ordain'd so thick, to heave; And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:- Work thou the way, and thou shalt execute.
[Aside. K. Edw. Clarence and Gloster, love my lovely
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. Now am I seated as my soul delights, Having my country's peace, and brothers' loves. Clar. What will your grace have done with Mar- garet? Reignier, her father, to the king of France And hither have they sent it for her ransom. Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem, K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence to France.
And now what rests, but that we spend the time With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows, Sound, drums and trumpets!-farewell, sour annoy! Such as befit the pleasures of the court?- For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.
SCENE I-London. A Street. Enter GLOSTER.
Glo. Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds, that low'r'd upon our house, In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.1 Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds, To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,- He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber,
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's ma
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up. And that so lamely and unfashionable, That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;- Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time; Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days,- I am determined to prove a villain,
And hate the idle pleasures of these days,- Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous, By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams, To set my brother Clarence, and the king, In deadly hate the one against the other: And, if king Edward be as true and just As I am subtle, false, and treacherous, This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up; About a prophecy, which says-that G
Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be. Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here Clarence
Enter CLARENCE, guarded, and BRAKENBURY. Brother, good day: What means this armed guard That waits upon your grace! Clar.
His majesty, Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower.
Glo Upon what cause?
Because my name is-George. Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours; He should, for that, commit your godfathers: O, belike his majesty hath some intent, That you shall be new christen'd in the Tower. But what's the matter, Clarence? may I know?
Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know; for I protest,
As yet I do not: But, as I can learn, He hearkens after prophecies and dreams; And from the cross-row plucks the letter G, And says a wizard told him, that by G His issue disinherited should be;
And, for my name of George begins with G, It follows in his thought that I am he: These, as I learn, and such like toys as these, Have mov'd his highness to commit me now.
Glo. Why, this it is, when men are rul'd by
'Tis not the king that sends you to the Tower; My lady Grey, his wife, Clarence, 'tis she, That tempers him to this extremity. Was it not she, and that good man of worship, Antony Woodeville, her brother there, That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower; From whence this present day he is deliver'd? We are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe.
Clar. By heaven, I think, there is no man secure, But the queen's kindred, and night-walking heralds That trudge betwixt the king and mistress Shore. Heard you not what an humble suppliant Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery?
Go. 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, Since that our brother dubb'd them gentlewomen, Are mighty gossips in this monarchy.
Brak. 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: We speak no treason, man;- We say, the king Is wise, and virtuous; and his noble queen Well struck in years; fair, and not jealous: We say, that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot, A cherry lip,
A bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue; And the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks: How say you, sir? can you deny all this?
Brak. With this, my lord, myself have nought
Glo. Naught to do with mistress Shore? I tell thee, fellow,
He that doth naught with her, excepting one, Were best to do it secretly, alone.
Brak. What one, my lord?
Glo. Her husband, knave:- Wouldst thou be- tray 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,- I will perform it to enfranchise you. Mean time, this deep disgrace in brotherhood, Touches me deeper than you can imagine. Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well. Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be
I will deliver you, or else lie for you: Mean time, have patience.
I must perforce; farewell. [Exeunt CLARENCE, BRAKENBURY, and Guard. Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return, Simple, plain Clarence!-I do love thee so, That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven, If heaven will take the present at our hands. But who comes here? the new-deliver'd Hastings?
Hast. Good time of day unto my gracious lord! Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain! Well are you welcome to this open air. How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment? Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners
But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks, That were the cause of my imprisonment.
Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence too;
For they, that were your enemies, are his, And have prevail'd as much on him as you. Hast. More pity that the eagle should be mew'd, While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.
Glo. What news abroad?
Hast. No news so bad abroad, as this at home;- The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy, And his physicians fear him mightily.
Glo. Now, by saint Paul, this news is bad indeed. O, he hath kept an evil diet long, And over-much consumed his royal person; 'Tis very grievous to be thought upon. What, is he in his bed?
Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you. [Exit HASTINGS.
He cannot live, I hope; and must not die, Till George be pack'd with post-horse up to heaven. I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence, With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments; And, if I fail not in my deep intent, Clarence hath not another day to live: Which done, God take king Edward to his mercy, And leave the world for me to bustle in ! For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter: What though I kill'd her husband, and her father? The readiest way to make the wench amends, Is to become her husband, and her father: The which will I; not all so much for love, As for another secret close intent,
By marrying her, which I must reach unto. But yet I run before my horse to market: Clarence still breathes: Edward still lives, and reigns; 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 guardit; 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 these
Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life, I pour the helpless balm of my poor cyes:ï O, cursed be the hand that made these holes! Cursed the heart, that had the heart to do it! Cursed the blood, that let this blood from hence! More direful hap betide that hated wretch, That makes us wretched by the death of thee, Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads, Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives! If ever he have child, abortive be it, Prodigious, and untimely brought to light, Whose ugly and unnatural aspéct May fright the hopeful mother at the view; And that be heir to his unhappiness! If ever he have wife, let her be made More miserable by the death of him,
Than I am made by my young lord, and thee!
Provokes this deluge most unnatural.- O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death! O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death! Either, Heaven, with lightning strike the murderer dead,
Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick; As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood, Which his hell-govern'd arm hath butchered!
Glo. Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses. Anne. Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor
No beast so fierce, but knows some touch of pity. Glo. But I know none, and therefore am no beast. Anne. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth! Glo. More wonderful, when angels are so angry- Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman, Of these supposed evils, to give me leave, By circumstance, but to acquit myself.
Anne. Vouchsafe, diffus'd infection of a man, For these known evils, but to give me leave, By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self.
Glo. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have
Some patient leisure to excuse myself.
Anne. Fouler than heart can think thee, thou canst make
No excuse current but to hang thyself.
Glo. By such despair, I should accuse myself. Anne. And,by despairing, shalt thou stand excus'd
For doing worthy vengeance on thyself, That didst unworthy slaughter upon others-
Glo. Say, that I slew them not? Anne.
Why, then, they are not dead:
Come, now, toward Chertsey with your holy load, But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee.
Taken from Paul's to be interred there;
And still, as you are weary of the weight, Rest you, whiles I lament king Henry's corse.
[The Bearers take up the Corpse, and advance. Enter GLOSTER.
Glo. Stay you that bear the corse, and set it down. 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 make a corse of him that disobeys.
1 Gent. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin
Glo. Unmanner'd dog: stand thou when I command: Advance thy halberd higher than my breast, Or, by saint Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot, And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness. [The Bearers set down the Coffin.
Anne. What, do you tremble? are you all afraid? Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal, And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.- Avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell! Thou hadst but power over his mortal body, His soul thou canst not have; therefore, begone. Glo. Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst. Anne. Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and trouble us not;
For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell, Fill'd it with cursing cries, and deep exclaims, If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, Behold this pattern of thy butcheries:- O, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds Open their congeal'd mouths, and bleed afresh!- Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity; For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells; Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural,
• With becoming reverence for the dead.
Anne. Thou wast the cause and most accurs'd | Nay, do not pause; for I did kill king Henry;
Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect; Your beauty which did haunt me in my sleep, To undertake the death of all the world, So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. Glo. These eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck;
You should not blemish it if I stood by :
As all the world is cheered by the sun, So I by that; it is my day, my life.
Anne. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life!
Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art
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 reasonable, 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
Glo. He lives, that loves you better than he could. Anne. Name him. Plantagenet.
Why, that was he. Glo. The self-same name, but one of better nature. Anne. Where is he?
Here: [She spits at him.] Why
dost thou spit at me? Anne.'Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! 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; For now they kill me with a living death.
Those eyes of thine from mine hath drawn salt tears, Shamed their aspects with store of childish drops: These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear,- Nor when my father York and Edward wept, To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made, When black-faced Clifford shook his sword at him; Nor when thy warlike father, like a child, Told the sad story of my father's death;
And twenty times made pause, to sob and weep, That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks, Like trees bedash'd with rain: in that sad time, My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear; And what these sorrows could not hence exhale, Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. I never sued to friend, nor enemy;
My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word; But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to [She looks scornfully at him.
speak. Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,
Lo! here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword; Which if thou please to hide in this true breast,
And let the soul forth that adoreth thee, I lay it naked to the deadly stroke,
And humbly beg the death upon my knee.
But 'twas thy beauty that provok'd me. Nay, now despatch; 'twas I that stabb'd young Ed- ward;-[She again offers at his Breast.
But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on. [She lets fall the Sword. Take up the sword again, or take up me. Anne. Arise, dissembler: though I wish thy death, I will not be thy executioner.
Glo. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. Anne. I have already. Glo.
That was in thy rage: Speak it again, and, even with the word, This hand, which for thy love, did kill thy love, Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love: To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary. Anne. I would, I knew thy heart. Glo. 'Tis figur'd in my tongue. Anne. I fear me, both are false. Glo. Then man was never true. Anne. Well, well, put up your sword. Glo. Say then, my peace is made. Anne. That shall you know hereafter. Glo. But shall I live in hope? Anne. All men, I hope, live so. Glo. Vouchsafe to wear this ring. Anne. To take, is not to give.
Glo. Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger,
Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine. And if thy poor devoted servant may But beg one favor at thy gracious hand, Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever. Anne. What is it?
Glo. That it may please you leave these sad de
To him that hath more cause to be a mourner, And presently repair to Crosby-place: Where-after I have solemnly interr'd, At Chertsey monast'ry this noble king, And wet his grave with my repentant tears,- I will with all expedient duty see you. For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you, Grant me this boon.
Anne. With all my heart; and much it joys me too, To see you are become so penitent.- Tressel, and Berkley, go along with me.
'Tis more than you deserve;
But, since you teach me how to flatter you, Imagine I have said farewell already. [Exeunt Lady ANNE, TRESSEL, and BERKLEY. Glo. Take up the corse, sirs. Gent.
Towards Chertsey, noble lord?
Glo. No, to White Friars; there attend my com- ing. [Exeunt the rest, with the Corpse.
Was ever woman in this humor woo'd! Was ever woman in this humor won? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What! I, that kill'd her husband, and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by;
With God, her conscience, and these bars against
And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil and dissembling looks, And yet to win her, all the world to nothing!
[He lays his Breast open; she offers at it Hath she forgot already that brave prince,
Edward, her lord, whom I some three months since, In Bishopgate-street.
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