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I would to God, all strifes were well compounded. Glo. This is the fiuit of rashness ! --Mark'd you My sovereign lord, I do beseech your highness
not, To take our brother Clarence to your grace. How that the guilty kindred of the queen
Glo. Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this, | Look'd pale, when they did hear of Clarence' death? To be so flouted in this royal presence ?
0! they did urge it still unio the king : Who knows not, that the gentle duke is dead? God will revenge it. Come, lords ;
you go, (They all start. To comfort Edward with our company? You do him injury, to scorn his corse.
Buck. We wait upon your grace.
(Exeunt. K. Edw. Who knows not he is dead! who knows he is ?
SCENE II.- The same. Enter the Duchess of
York, with a Son and Daughter of Clarence. Q. Eliz. All-seeing heaven, what a world is this! Buck. Look I so pale, lord Dorset, as the rest ? Son. Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead? Dor. Ay, my good lord ; and no man in the Duch. No, boy. presence,
Daugh. Why do you weep so oft? and beat you But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks.
breast; K. Edw. Is Clarence dead? the order was re- || And cry-O Clarence, my unhappy son! vers'd.
Son. Why do you look on us, and shake your Glo. But he, poor man, by your first order died,
head, And that a winged Mercury did bear;
And call us-orphans, wretches, cast-aways, Some tardy cripple bore the countermand, If that our noble father be alive? That came too lag to see him buried :
Duch. My pretty cousins, you mistake me both; God grant, that some, less noble, and less loyal, I do lament the sickness of the king, Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood, As loth to lose him, not your father's death; Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did, It were lost sorrow, to wail one that's lost. And yet go current from suspicion.
Son. Then, grandam, you conclude that he is dead. Enter Stanley
The king my uncle is to blame for this :
God will revenge it; whom I will importune Stan. A boon, my sovereign, for my service done! With earnest prayers all to that effect. K. Edw. I prythee, peace; my soul is full of Daugh. And so will I.
Duch. Peace, children, peace! the king doth Stan. I will not rise, unless your highness hear me. love you well : K. Edw. Then say at once, what is it thou re-Incapablel and shallow innocents, quest'st.
You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death. Stan. The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life; Son. Grandam, we can : for my good uncle Who slew to-day a riotous gentleman,
And when my uncle told me so, he wept,
And he would love me dearly as his child.
. Who told me, in the field at Tewksbury,
Son. Think you, my uncle did dissemble, gran. When Oxford had me down, he rescu'd me,
dam? And said, Dear brother, live, and be a king? Duch. Ay, boy Who told me, when we both lay in the field, Son. I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this? Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me Even in his garments; and did give himself,
Enter Queen Elizabeth distractedly; Rivers, and All thin and naked, to the numb-cold night?
Dorset, following her. All this from my remembrance brutish wrath Q. Eliz. Ah! who shall hinder me to wail and Sinfully pluck'd, and not a man of you
weep? Had so much grace to put it in my mind. To chide my fortune, and torment myself? But when your carters, or your waiting-vassals, I'll join with black despair against my soul, Have done a drunken slaughter, and defac'd And to myself become an enemy: The precious image of our dear Redeemer, Duch What means this scene of rude impatience? You straight are on your knees for pardon, pardon; Q. Eliz. To make an act of tragic violence :And I, unjustly too, must grant it you :
Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead. But for my brother, not a man would speak,- Why grow the branches, when the root is gone? Nor I (ungracious) speak unto myself
Why wither not the leaves, that want their sap?For him, poor soul.-- The proudest of you all If
you will live, lament; if die, be brief; Have been beholden to him in his life;
That our swift-winged souls may catch the king's; Yet none of you would once plead for his life.- Or, like obedient subjects, follow him O God! I fear thy justice will take hold
To his new kingdom of perpetual rest. On me, and you, and mine, and yours, for this. Duch. Ah, so much interest have I in thy sorrow, Come, Hastings, help me to my closet. O, As I had title in thy noble husband ! Poor Clarence!
I have bewept a noble husband's death, (Exeunt King, Queen, Hastings, Rivers, Dorset, And liv'd by looking on his images : and Grey.
But now two mirrors of his princely semblance
Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death, (1) Ignorant.
And I for comfort have but one false glass,
That grieves me when I see my shame in him. Now cheer each other in each other's love:
Me seemeth good, that, with some little train,
Riv. Why with some little train, my lord of How can we aid you with our kindred tears?
Buckingham? Daugh. Ourfatherless distress was left unmoan'd, Buck. Marry, my lord, lest by a multitude, Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept !
The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out; R. Eliz. Give me no help in lamentation, Which would be so much the more dangerous, I am not barren to bring forth laments :
By how much the estate is green, and yet ungovAll springs reduce their currents to mine eyes,
ern'd: That I, being govern’d by the wat’ry moon, Where every horse bears his commanding rein, May send forth plenteous icars to drown the world! And may direct his course as please bimself, Ah, for my husband, for iny dear lord Edward ! As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent, Chil. Ah, for our father, for our dear lord Cla- In my opinion, ought to be prevented. rence!
Glo. I hope, the king made peace with all of us; Duch. Alas, for both, both mine, Edward and And the compact is firm, and true, Clarence!
Riv. And so in me; and so, I think, in all : Q. Eliz. What stay had I, but Edward? and he's Yet, since it is but green, it should be put gone.
To no apparent likelihood of breach, Chil. What stay had we, but Clarence? and he's Which, haply, by much company might be urg'd : gone.
Therefore I say, with noble Buckingham, Duch. What stays had I, but they ? and they are That it is meet so few should fetch the prince. gone.
Hast. And so say I. Q. Eliz. Was never widow, had so dear a loss. Glo. Then be it so; and go we to determine, Chil. Were never orphans, had so dear a loss. Who they shall be that straight shall post to Duch. Was never mother had so dear a loss.
Ludlow: Alas! I am the mother of these griefs;
Madam,-and you my mother, -will you go Their woes are parceil'd, mine are general. To give your censure in this weighty business ? She for an Edward weeps, and so do I:
(Exeunt all but Buckingham and Gloster, I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she :
Buck. My lord, whoever journeys to the prince, These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I: For God's sake, let not us two stay at home: I for an Edward weep, so do not they :
For, by the way, I'll sort occasion, Alas! you three, on me, threefold distress'd, As index3 to the story we late talk'd of, Pour all your tears, I am your sorrow's nurse, To part the queen's proud kindred from the prince. And I will p:imper it with lamentations.
Glo. My other self, my counsel's consistory, Dor. Comfort, dear mother; God is much dis- My oracle, my prophet !--My dear cousin, pleas'd,
I, as a child, will go by thy direction. That you take with unthankfulness his doing; Towards Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind. In common worldly things, 'tis call'd-ungrateful,
(Exeunt. With dull unwillingness to repay a debt, Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent;
SCENE III.-The same. A street. Enter two Much more to be thus opposite with heaven,
Citizens, meeting. For it requires the royal debt it lent you.
1 Cit. Good morrow, neighbour: Whither away Riv. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother,
so fast? Of the young prince your son: send straight for him, 2 Cit. I promise you, I scarcely know myself : Let him be crown'd'; in him your comfort lives : Hear you the news abroad? Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave, 1 Cit.
Yes; the king's dead. And plant your joys in living Edward's throne. 2 Cit. Ill news, by'r lady; seldom comes the
Ratcliff, and others.
Enter another Citizen.
3 Cit. Neighbours, God speed! But none can cure their harms by wailing them. 1 Cit.
Give you good morrow, sir. Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy,
3 Cit. Doth the news hold of good king Edward's I did not see your grace :--Hunbly on my knee
death? I crave your blessing.
2 Cit. Ay, sir, it is too true; God help the while ! Duch. God bless thec; and put meekness in thy 3 Cit. Then, masters, look to see à troublous breast,
world. Love, charity, obedience, and true duty !
1 Cit. No, no; by God's good grace, his son Glo. Amen; and make me die a good old man!
shall reign. That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing; (Aside. 3 Cit. Wo to that land, that's govern'd by a I marvel, that her grace did leave it out.
child! Buck. You cloudy princes, and heart-sorrowing 2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government; peers,
That, in his nonage, 4 council under him, That bear this mutual heavy load of moan, And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself, (1) Divided.
(2) Opinion. (3) Preparatory. (4) Mincrity.
No doubt, shall then, and till then, govern well. Duch. I hope, he is; but yet let mothers doubt.
1 Cit. So stood the state, when Henry the Sixth York. Now, by my troth, if I had been rememWas crown'd in Paris but at nine months old.
ber'd, 3 Cit. Stood the state so? no, no, good friends, I could have given my uncle's grace a fout, God wot;!
To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd mine. For then this land was famously enrich'd
Duch. How, my young York? I pr’ythee, let With politic grave counsel ; then the king
me hear it. Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace.
York. Marry, they say, my uncle grew so fast, 1 Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father and That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old; mother.
'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. 3 Cit. Better it were they all came by his father; Grandam, this would have been a biting jest. Or, by his father there were none at all :
Duch. I pr’ythee, pretty York, who told thee For emulation now, who shall be nearest,
this? Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not. York. Grandam, his nurse. O, full of danger is the duke of Gloster;
Duch. His nurse? why she was dead ere thou And the queen's sons, and brothers, haught and
wast born. proud:
York. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told And were they to be rul'd, and not to rule, This sickly land might solace as before.
Q. Eliz. A parlous3 boy: Go to, you are too 1 Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst ; all will
shrewd. be well.
Arch. Good madam, be not angry with the 3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wise men put on
Q. Eliz. Pitchers have ears.
Enter a Messenger.
Here comes a messenger: All may be well; but, if God sort it so,
What news? 'Tis more than we deserve, or I expect. 2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear : || As grieves me to unfold.
Mess. Such news, my lord, You cannot reason2 almost with a man
How doth the prince? That looks not heavily, and full of dread. 3 Cit. Before the days of change, still is it so:
Mess. Well, madam, and in health.
Duch. What is thy news? By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust
Mess. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, are sent to Ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see The water swell before a boist'rous storm,
With them sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners. But leave it all to God. Whither away?
Duch. Who hąth committed them? 2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the justices.
Mess. 3 Cit. And so was I ; l'll bear you company.
The mighty dukes,
For what offence ? SCENE IV.-The same. A room in the palace.
Mess. The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd; Enter the archbishop of York, the young duke Why, or for what, the nobles were committed, of York, Queen Elizabeth, and the duchess of Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady. York.
Q. Eliz. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house!
The tiger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind;
Upon the innocent and awless throne :And at Northampton they do rest to-night: Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre ! To-morrow, or next day, they will be here. I see, as in a map, the end of all.
Duch. I long with all my heart to see the prince; Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days! I hope, he is much grown since last I saw him. How
of you have mine eyes beheld ? Q. Eliz. But I hear, no; they say, 'my son of My husband lost his life to get the crown; York
and down my sons were tost, Hath almost overta'en him in his growth.
For me to joy, and weep, their gain, and toss : York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so. And being seated, and domestic broils Duch. Why, my young cousin, it is good to grow. Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors, York. Grandam, one night, as we did sit at Make war upon themselves; brother to brother, supper,
Blood to blood, self 'gainst self:-0, preposterous My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow
And frantic courage, end thy damned spleen; More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle Gloster, Or let me die, to look on death no more! Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace: Q. Eliz. Come, come, my boy, we will to sanc. And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast,
tuary.Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds inake! Madam, farewell. haste.
My gracious lady, go. In him that did object the same to thee:
[To the Queen. He was the wretched'st thing, when he was young, and thither bear your treasure and your goods. So long a growing, and leisurely,
For my part, I'll resign unto your grace That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious. The seal I keep; And so betide to me, Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious As well I tender you and all of yours ! madam.
Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary. (Exeunt.
(3) Perilous, dangerous.
Then, taking him from thence, that is not there,
You break no privilege nor charter there. SCENE I.-The same. A street. The trumpets Oft have I heard of sanctuary men; sound. Enter the prince of Wales, Gloster, But sanctuary children, ne'er till now. Buckingham, Cardinal Bouchier, and others.
Card. My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for Buck. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber.
Come on, lord Hastings, will you go with me? Glo. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sove.
Hast. I go, my lord. reign :
Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy haste The weary way hath made you melancholy.
you may. (Exe. Cardinal and Hastings. Prince. No, uncle ; but our crosses on the way Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come, Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy:
Where shall we sojourn till our coronation ? I want more uncles here to welcome me.
Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal self. Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your || Your highness shall repose you at the Tower:
If I may counsel you, some day or two, years Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit: Then where you please, and shall be thought most fit No more can you distinguish of a man,
For your best health and recreation. Than of his outward show; which, God he knows,
Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place :Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart.
Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord ? Those uncles, which you want, were dangerous ;
Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place; Your grace attended to the sugar'd words,
Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified. But look'd not on the poison of their hearts:
Prince. Is it upon record? or else reported God keep you from them, and from such false Successively from age to age he built it? friends!
Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord. Prince. God keep from false friends! but Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register'd; they were none.
Methinks, the truth should live from age to age, Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to | As 'twere retail'd to all posterity, greet you.
Even to the general all-ending day.
Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live Enter the Lord Mayor, and his train.
(Aside. May. God bless yourgrace with health and happy Prince. What say you, uncle?
Glo. I say, without characters, fame lives long. Prince. I thank you, good my lord ;-and thank | Thus, like the formal! vice, Inignity, [ Aside.
(Exeunt Mayor, fc. I moralize two meanings in one word. I thonght my mother, and my brother York, Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man i Would long ere this have met us on the way:
With what his valour did enrich his wit,
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror;
For now he lives in fame, though not in life.
I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham. Buck. And in good time, here comes the sweat- Buck. What, my gracious lord ? ing lord.
Prince. An if I live until I be a man, Prince. Welcome, my lord: What, will our I'll win our ancient right in France again, mother come?
Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king. Hast. On what occasion, God he knows, not I, Glo. Short summers lightly have a forward The queen your mother, and your brother York,
(Aside. Have taken sanctuary : The tender prince Would fain have come with me to meet your grace,
Enter York, Hastings, and the Cardinal. But by his mother was perforce withheld.
Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke Buck. Fie! what an indirect and peevish course
of York. Is this of hers!Lord cardinal, will your grace
Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving Persuade the queen to send the duke of York
brother? Unto his princely brother presently ?
York. Well, my dread lord ; so must I call you If she deny,-lord Hastings, go with him, And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce. Prince. Ay, brother; to our grief, as it is yours : Card. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak Too late3 he died, that might have kept that title, oratory
Which by his death hath lost much majesty. Can from his mother win the duke of York, Glo. How fares our 'cousin, noble lord of York ? Anon expect him here : But if she be obdurate York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord, To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid You said, that idle weeds are fast in growth : We should infringe the holy privilege
The prince my brother hath outgrown me far. Of blessed sanctuary ! not for all this land,
Glo. He hath, my lord. Would I be guilty of so deep a sin.
And therefore is he idle? Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord, Glo. O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. Too ceremonious, and traditional :
York. Then is be more beholden to you, than I? Weigh it but with the grossness of this age, Glo. He rnay command me, as my sovereign; You break not sanctuary in seizing him.
But you have power in me, as in a kinsman The benefit thereof is always granted
York. I pray you, uncle, then give me this To those whose dealings have desery'd the place,
dagger. And those who have the wit to claim the place : Glo. My dagger, little cousin? with all my heart. This prince hath neither claim'd it, nor deservd it; Prince A beggar. brother? And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it : York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give;
(1) Sensible vice, the buffoon in the old plays. (2) Commonly. (3) Lately,
And, being but a toy, which is no grief to give. And summon him to-morrow to the Tower,
Glo. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin. To sit about the coronation.
Be thou so too, and so break off the talk,
Glo. It is too weighty for your grace to wear. For we to-morrow hold divided3 councils,
little Glo. Commend me to lord William : tell him, lord ?
To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-castle;
And bid my friend, for joy of this good news, York. Little.
Give mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more. Prince. Niy lord of York will still be cross in Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business
soundly: Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him. Cate. My good lords both, with all the heed I can. York. You mean, to bear me, not to bear with Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we
sleep? Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me; Cate. You shall, my lord. Because that I am little, like an ape,
Glo. At Crosby-place, there shall you find us both. He thinks that you should bear me on your
(Exit Catesby. shoulders.
Buck. Now, my lord, what shall we do, if we Buck. With what a sharp-provided wit he rea
Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots ? To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle,
Glo. Chop off his head, man;--somewhat we will He prettily and aptly taunts himself: So cunning, and so young, is wonderful.
And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me Glo. My gracious lord, will't please you pass The earldom of Hereford, and all the moveables along?
Whereof the king my brother was possess’d. Myself, and my good cousin Buckingham,
Buck. I'll claim that promise at your grace's Will to your mother; to entreat of her,
hand. To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you. Glo.. And look to have it yielded with all kindness. York. What, will you go unto the Tower, my Come, let us sup betimes; that afterwards lord ?
We may digest our complots in some form. (Exe. Prince. My lord protector needs will have it so. York. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower.
SCENE II.—Before Lord Hastirgs' house.
Enter a Messenger. Glo. Why, sir, what should you fear? York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost ; Mess. My lord, my lord, (Knocking. My grandam told me, he was murder'd there. Hast. (Within.]
Who knocks ? Prince. I fear no uncles dead.
One from lord Stanley. Glo. Nor none that lire, I hope.
Hast. (IVilhin.) What is't o'clock?
Enter. Hastings. Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower. (Exeunt Prince, York, Hastings, Cardinal, and Hast. Cannot thy master sleep the tedious nights? attendants.
Mess. So it should seem by that I have to say. Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating YorkFirst, he commends him to your noble lordship. Was not incens'di by his subtle mother,
Hast. And then, To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously? Mess. And then he sends you word, he dreamt
Glo. No doubt, no doubt: 0, 'tis a parlous boy ; To-night the boar had rased off his helm? Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable;2 Besides, he says, there are two councils held; He's all the mother's, from the top to toe. And that may be determin’d at the one, Buck. Well, let them rest ..
Which may make you and him to rue at the other. Come hither, gentle Catesby; thou art sworn Therefore he sends to know your lordship's pleaAs deeply to effect what we intend,
sure, As closely to conceal what we impart:'
If presently, you will take horse with him, Thou know'st our reasons urg'd upon the way ;-- And with all speed post with him toward the north, What think'st thou? is it not an easy matter To shun the danger that his soul divines. To make William lord Hastings of our mind, Hast. Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord ; For the instalment of this noble duke
Bid him not fear the separated councils : In the seat royal of this famous isle?
His honour, and myself
, are at the one; Cate. He for his father's sake so loves the prince, And, at the other, is my good friend Catesby; That he will not be won to aught against him. Where nothing can proceed, that toucheth us, Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley ? will Whereof I shall not have intelligence. not he?
Tell him, his fears are shallow, wanting instance : 4 Cate. He will do all in all as Hastings doth. And for his dreams—I wonder, he's so fonds Buck. Well then, no more but this: Go, gentle To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers: Catesby,
To fly the boar, before the boar pursues, And, as it were far off, sound thou lord Hastings, Were to incense the boar to follow us, How he doth stand affected to our purpose;
And make pursuit, where he did mean no chase. (1) Incited. (2) Intelligent
(3) Separate. (4) Example. (5) Weak. VOL. II.