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Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy:-
Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles, and myself,
Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night;
Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat,
That thou might'st repossess the crown in peace:
And of our labours 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

queen; And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.

Cla. The duty that I owe unto your majesty, I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe. K. Edw. Thanks, noble Clarence ; worthy brother.

thanks. Glo. And, that I love the tree from whence thou


Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit:
To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master ;
And cried, all hail! when as he meant, all harm.

[Aside. K. Edw. Now am I seated as my soul delights, Having my country's peace, and brothers' loves.

Cla. What will your grace have done with Margaret! Reignier, her father, to the king of France Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem, And hither have they sent it for her ransome. 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, Such as befit the pleasures of the courtSound, drums and trumpets !-farewell, sour annoy! For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. [Erruant.

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King Edward the Fourth.
Edward, prince of Wales, after?

wards King Edward V. sons to the king. Richard, duke of York, for the enemy line of crentesar } brothers to the king.

terwards K. Richard III. 4 young

Son of Clarence Henry, earl of Richmond, afterwards K. Henry VII. Cardinal Bourchier, archbishop of Canterbury. Thomas Rocheram, archbishop of York. Jahn Morton, bishop of Ely. Duke of Buckingham. Duke of Norfolk: Earl of Surrey, his son., Earl Rivers, brother to king Edward's queen : Marquis of Dorset, and Lord Grey, her sons. Earl of Oxford. Lurd Hastings. Lord Stanley. Lord Lovel Sir Thomas Vaughan.

Sir Richard Ratclift.
Sir Williain Catesby.
Sir James Tyrrel.
Sir James Blount. Sir Walter Herbert.
Sir Robert Brakenbury, lieutenant of the Tower.
Christopher Urswick, a priest. Another Priest.
Lord Mayor of London. Sheriff of Wiltshire.
Elizabeth, queen of king Edward IV.
Margaret, widow of king Henry VI.
Duchess of York, mother to king Edward IV. Clarence,

and Gloster. Lady Anne, widow of Edward prince of Wales, son to

king Henry VI.; afterwards married to the duke of

Gloster. A young Daughter of Clarence. Lords, and other Atten/lants; two Gentlemen, a Pur

suivant, Scrivener, Citizens, Murderers, Messen gers, Ghosts, Soldiers, c.

SCENE, England.


SCENE I.-London. A Street. Enter Gloster.


OW is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds, that lower'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 chang'd to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visag‘d 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 1,—that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, For made to court an amorous looking-glass ; 1, that aro rudely stamp'd, and want loves majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph ; L that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Dtformd, 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 deligtit to pass away the time; Unless to spy toy 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 upi
About a prophecy, which says-that G
of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here Clarence comes.

Enter Clarence guarded, and Brakenbury.
Brother, good day: What means this armed guard,
That waits upon your grace?

His majesty, Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower.

Glo. Upon what cause? cla.

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 christend in the Tower.
But what's the matter, Clarence? may I know?

Cla. Yea, Richard, when I know; for, 1 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 io 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 ruld by wo


'Tis not the king, that sends you to the Tower;

Well are you welcome to this open air. * My lady Grey, his wife, Clarence, 'tis she,

How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment? That tempers him to this extremity.

Hast. With patience, noble lors, as prisoners must : Was it not she, and that good man of worship,

But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks, Antony Woodeville, her brother there,

That were the cause of my imprisonment. That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower;

Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence too ; From whence this present day he is deliver'd ?

For they, that were your enemies, are his, We are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe.

And have prevail'd as much on him, as you. Cla. By heaven, I think, there is no man secure,

Hast. More pity, that the eagle should be mew'd, But the queen's kindred, and night-walking heralds

While kites and buzzards prey at liberty. That trudge betwist the king and mistress Shore.

Glo. What news abroad? Heard you not, what an humble suppliant

Hast. No news, so bad abroad, as this at home ;Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery?

The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy, Glo. Humbly complaining to her deity

And his physicians fear him mightily. Got my lord chamberlain his liberty.

Glo. Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad indeed. I'll tell you what, I think, it is our way,

O, he hath kept an evil diet long, If we will keep in favour with the king,

And over-much consum'd bis royal person ; To be her men, and wear her livery:

'Tis very grievous to be thought upon. The jealous o'er-worn widow, and herself,

What, is he in his bed? Since that our brother dubb'd them gentlewomen,


He is. Are mighty gossips in this monarchy.

Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you. Brak. I beseech your graces both to pardon me;

[E.rit Hastings His majesty hath straitly given in charge,

-He cannot live, I hope ; and must not die, That no man shall have private conference,

Till George be pack'd with post-horse up to heated. of what degree so ever, with his brother.

I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence, Glo. Even so ? an please your worship, Brakenbury, with lies well steel'd with weighty arguments; You may partake of any thing we say:

And, if I fail not in my deep intent, We speak no treason, man:-We say, the king

Clarence hath not another day to live; Is.wise, and virtuous; and his noble queen

Which done, God take king Edward to his mercy, Well struck in years; fair, and not jealous :

And leave the world for me to bustle in ! We say, that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot,

For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter: A cherry lip,

What though I kill'd her husband, and her father? A bonny eye, a paşsing pleasing tongue;

The readiest way to make the weneh amends, And the queen's kindred are made gentle folks :

Is—to become her husband, and her father: How say you, sir? can you deny all this?

The which will I; not all so much for love, Brak. With this, my lord, myself bave nought to do.

As for another secret close intent, Glo. Naught to do with mistress Shore? I tell thee, By marrying her, which I must reach unto. fellow,

But yet I run before my horse to market: He that doth naught with her, excepting one,

Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives, and reigns ; Were best to do it secretly, alone.

When they are gone, then must I count my gains. Brak. What one, my lord ? Glo. Her husband, knave :-Would'st thou betray me?

SCENE II.-The same. Another Street. Enter the Brak. I beseech your grace to pardon me, and, Corpse of King Henry the Sixth, borne in an efen withal,

Coffin, Gentlemen bearing Halberds to guard it; an Forbear your conference with the noble dnke.

Lady Anne as Mourner. Cld. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will Anne. Set down, set down your honourable loadobey.

If honour may be shrouded in a hearse, – Glo. We are the queen's abjects, and must obey. Whilst I a while obsequiously lament Brother, farewell : I will unto the king;

The untimely fall virtuous Lancaster.And whatsoever you will employ me in,

Poor key-cold figure of a holy king! Were it, to call king Edward's widow-sister, Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster ! I will perform it to enfranchise you.

Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood! Mean time, this deep disgrace in brotherhood, Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost, Touches me deeper than you can imagine.

To hear the lamentations of poor Anne, Cla, I know it pleaseth neither of us well.

Wife to thy Edwarı, to thy slaughter'd son, Glo. Well, your imprisonment slall not be long; Scabbd by the self-same hand that made these wounds! I will deliver you, or else lie for you :

Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life, Mean time, have patience.'

I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes :Cla.

I must perforce; farewell. I o, cursed be the hand that made these lolcs! [Excunt Clarence, Brakenbury, and Guard. Cursed the heart, that had the heart to do it! Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return, Cursed the blood, that let this blood from hence! Simple, plain Clarence !-1 do love thee so,

More direful hap betide that hated wretch, That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven,

That makes us wretched by the death of thee, If heaven will take the present at our hands. Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads, But who comes here?" the new-deliver'd Hastings? Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives! Enter Hastings.

If ever he have child, abortive be it,

Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,
Hast. Good time of day unto my gracious lord ! Whose ugly and unnatural aspect
Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain ! May fright the hopeful mother at the view;


And that be heir to his unbappiness!

Anne. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand excus'd; Ifever he have wife, let her be made

For doing worthy vengeance on thyself, More miserable by the death of him,

That didst unworthy slaughter upon others. Than I am made by my young lord, and thee !

Glo. Say, that I slew them not? Come, now, toward Chertsey with your holy load, Anne.

Why then, they are not dead: Taken from Paul's to be interred there;

But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee. And, still as you are weary of the weight,

Glo. I did not kill your busband. Rest you, whiles I lament king Henry's corse.


Why, then he is alive. [The Bearers take up the Corpse, and advance. Glo. Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand.

Anne. In thy soul's throat thou liest; queen Mars Enter Gloster.

garet saw Gle. Stay you, that bear the curse, and set it down. | Thy murderous faulchion smoking in his blood ;

Anne. What black magician conjures up this fiend, | The which thou once didst bend against her breast, To stop devoted charitable deeds?

But that thy brothers beat aside the point. Glo. Villains, set down the corse ; or, by saint Paul,

Glo. I was provoked by her sland'rous tongue, 11 make a corse of him that disobeys.

That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders. 1 Gen. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass. Anne. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind, Gle. Unmanner'd dog! stand thou when I com That never dreamt on aught but butcheries: mand :

Didst thou not kill this king? Advance thy halberd higher than my breast,


I grant ye. Or, by saint Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot,

Anne. Dost grant me, hedgehog? then, God grant And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness.

me too, [The Bearers set down the Coffin. Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed! Anne. What, do you tremble? are you all afraid?

O, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous. Alas, I blame you not, for you are mortal,

Glo. The fitter for the King of heaven, that hath him, And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.

Anne. He is in heaven, where thou shalt never come. Avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell !

Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send him Thou hadst but power over his mortal body,

thither; His soul thou canst not have; therefore, be gone. For he was fitter for that place, than eartli. Glo. Sweet saint, for charity, be not so eurst.

Anne. And thou unfit for any place, but hell. Anne. Foul deyil, for God's sake, hence and trouble Glo. Yes, one place else, if you will hear me name it. us not;

Anne. Some dungeon. For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell,


Your bed-chamber. Filld it with cursing cries, and deep exclaims.

Anne. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou liest. If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,

Glo. So will it, madam, till I lie with you. Behold this pattern of thy butcheries :

Anne. I hope so. Oh, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds


I know s0.-But, gentle lady Anne, Open their conguald mouths, and bleed afresh ! - To leave this keen encounter of our wits, Blush, blush, thou lamp of foul deformity;

And fall somewhat into a slower method ;For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood

Is not the causer of the timeless deaths From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells: of these Plantagenets, Henry and Edward, Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural,

As blameful as the executioner? Provokes this deluge most unvatural.

Anne. Thou wast the cause, and most accursd cfO God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death!

fect. O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death! Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect; Either beaven, with lightning, strike the murderer Your beauty, which did haunt me in my sleep, dead,

To undertake the death of all the world,
Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick; So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.
As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood,

Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, Which his hell-governd arm hath butchered! These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. Gle. Lady, you know no rules of charity,

Glo. These eyes could not endure that beauty's Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.

wreck, Anne. Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor You should not blemish it, if I stood by: man;

As all the world is cheered by the sun, No beast so fierce, but knows some touch of pity. So I by that ; it is my day, my life.

Glo. But I know none, and therefore am no beast. Anne. Black night o'er-shade thy day, and death Anne. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth!

thy life! Gle. More wonderful, when angels are so angry Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both. Vouchsafe, divine perfeetion of a woman,

Anne. I would I were, to be reveng'd on thee. Of these supposed evils, to give me leave,

Glo. It is a quarrel most unnatural, By circumstance, but to acquit myself.

To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee. Anne. Vouchsafe, diffus'd infection of a man, Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable, For these known evils, but to give me leave,

To be reveng'd on him that kill'd my husband. By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self.

Glo. He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband, Gło. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have Did it to help thee to a better husband. Some patient leisure to excuse myself.

Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth. Anne. Fouler than heart can think thee, thou canst Glo. He lives, that loves you better than he could. make

Anne. Name him. Yo excuse current, but to hang thyself.


Plantagenet. Gla. By such despair, I should accuse myself. Anne,

Why, that was he.

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Glo. The self-same name, but one of better nature. Anne.
Anne. Where is he?

hope live so.
Glo. Here: [She spits at him.] Why dost thou spit Glo. Vouchsafe to wear this riug.
at me?

Anne. To take, is not to give. [She puls on the ring. Anne. 'Would it were mortal poison for thy sake! Glo. Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Glo. Never came poison from so sweet a place. Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad.

Wear both of them. for both of them are thine. Out of my sight! thou dost infect mine eyes.

And if thy poor devoted servant may
Glo. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. But beg one favour at thy gracious hand,
Anne. 'Would they were basilisks, to strike thee Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever.

Anne. What is it :
Glo. I would they were, that I might die at once ; Glo. That it may please you leave these sad designs
For now they kill me with a living death.

To him that hath more cause to be a mourner, Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, And presently repair to Crosby-Place : Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops: Where-after I have solemnly interrd, These eyes, wbich never shed remorseful tear, At Chertsey monastry this noble king, Not when my father York, and Edward wept, And wet his grave with my repentant tears, To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made, I will with all expedient duty set you: When black-fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him : For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you, Nor when thy warlike father, like a child,

Grant me this boon. Told the sad story of my father's death ;

Anne. With all my heart; and much it joys me toa, And twenty times made pause, to sob, and weep, To see you are become so penitent.That all the standers-by had wept their cheeks, Tressel, and Berkley, go along with me. Like trees bedash'd with rain : in that sad time, Glo. Bid me farewell. My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear ;


'Tis more than you deserti And what these sorrows could not thence exbale, But, since you teach me how to flatter yoll, Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. Imagine I have said farewell already. I never sued to friend, nor enemy;

[Exeunt Lady Anne, Tressel, aad Berkki. My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word : Glo. Take up the corse, sirs. But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee,

Gen. Towards Chertsey, noble Tord ? My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak. Glo. No, to White-Friars ; there attend my coming (She looks scornfully at him.

[E.xeunt the rest, with the ce.. Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made - Was ever woman in this humour wood ? For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.

Was ever woman in this humour won? If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,

I'll have her,-but I will not keep her long. Lo! here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword; What ! I, that kill'd her husband, and his father, Which, if thou please to hide in this true breast, To take her in her heart's extremest bate; And let the soul forth that adoreth thee,

With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, I lay it naked to the deadly stroke,

The bleeding witness of her hatred by; And humbly beg the death upon my knee.

With God, her conscience, and these bars against me (He lays his breast open; she offers at it with his And I no friends to back my suit withal,

sward, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, Nay, do not pause ; for I did kill king Henry; And yet to win her,-all the world to nothing! But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me.

Nay, now despatch ; 'twas I that stabb'd young Ed Hath she forgot already that brave prince,

ward, - [She again offers at his breast. Edward, her lord, whom I some three months since But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on.

Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury?

[She lets fall the sword. A sweeter and a lovelier geotleman,Take uy the sword again, or take up me.

Fram'd in the prodigality of nature, Annc. Arise, dissembler; though I wish thy death, || Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal,I will not be thy executioner.

The spacious world cannot again afford : Glo. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. And will she yet abase her eyes on me, Anne. I have already.

That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince Glo. That was in thy rage:

And made her widow to a woeful bed? Speak it again, and, even with the word,

whose all not equals Edward's moiety? This hand, which, for thy love, did kill thy love, On me, that halt, and am misshapen thus ? Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love;

My dukedom to a beggarly denier, To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary.

I do mistake my person all this while: Anne. I would, I knew thy heart.

Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot, Glo.

'Tis figurd in Myself to be a marvellous proper man. My tongue.

I'll be at charges for a looking-glass; Anne. I fear me both are false.

And entertain a score or two of tailors, Glo.

Then man

To study fashions to adorn my body: Was never true.

Since I am crept in favour with myself, Anne. Well, well, put up your sword. I will maintain it with some little cost. Glo. Say then, my peace is made.

But, first, I'll turn yon' fellow in his grave; Anne,

That shall you know And then return lainenting to my love.Hereafter.

Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass, Glo. But shall I live in hope?

That I may sce my shadow as I passe (ER

On me,

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