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Have aught committed that is hardly borne
By any in this presence, I desire SCENE 1.-The same. A Room in the Palace. Enter King Edward, (led in sick,) Queen Elizabeth, l 'Tis death to me, to be at enmity;
To reconcile me to his friendly peace : Dorset, Rivers, Hastings, Buckingham, Grey, and
I hate it, and desire all good men's loveothers.
First, madam, I entreat true peace of you,
Which I will purchase with my duteous service ;--
If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us ;-
Of you, lori Rivers, -and, lord Grey, of you, – From my Redeemer to redeem me hence;
That all without desert have frown'd on me ;-
Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen ; indeed, of all.
More than the infant that is born to-night;
Q. Eliz. A holy-day shall this be kept hereafter: And with my hand I seal my true heart's love.
-I would to God, all strifes were well compounded Hast. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like! My sovereign lord, I do beseech your highness
K. Edw. Take heed, you dally not before your king; || To take our brother Clarence to your grace. Lest he, that is the supreme King of kings,
Glo. Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this, Confound your bidden falsehood, and award
To be so flouted in this royal presence ? Either of you to be the other's end.
Who knows not, that the gentle duke is dead? Hast. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love!
[They all stert. Rid. And I, as I love Hastings with my heart! You do him injury, to scorn his corse. K. Edw. Madam, yourself are not exempt in this,
K. Edw. Who knows not, he is dead! who knows -Nor your son Dorset,-Buckingham, nor you ;
he is? You have been factious one against the other.
Q. Eliz. All-seeing heaven, what a world is this! Wife, love lord Hastings, let him kiss your band ;
Buck. Look I so pale, lord Dorset, as the rest? And what you do, do it unfeignerlly.
Dors. Ay, my good lord; and no man in the pre> Q. Eliz. There, Hastings ;-I will never more 10
But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks. Our former hatred, so thrive I, and mine!
K. Edw. Is Clarence dead? the order was rrent K. Edw. Dorset, embrace him,-Hastings, love lord Glo. But he, poor man, by your first onder dicha marquis.
And that a winged Mercury did bear; Dors. This interchange of love, I bere protest, Some tardy cripple bore the countermand, Upon my part shall be inviolable.
That came too lag to see him buried ;Hast. And so swear I.
God grant, that some, less noble, and less loyal K. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou this
Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood, league
Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did,
And yet go current from suspicion !
Stan. A boon, my sovereign, for my service dece! ous love
K. Edw. I pr’ythee peace; my soul is full of sorrow, Doth cherish you, and yours, Gol punish me
Stan. I will not rise, unless your highness bicara With hate in those where I expect most love!
K. Edw. Then say at once, what is it thon requested. When I have most need to employ a friend,
Stan. The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's lik; And most assured that he is a friend,
Who slew to-day a riotous gentleman, Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile,
Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk. Be he unto me! this do I beg of heaven,
K. Edw. Have I a tongue to doom my brother ideath When I am cold in love to you, or yours.
And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave?
Who sued to me for him ? who, in my wrath,
Who spoke of brotherhood? who spoke of love? Buck. And, in good time, here comes the noble duke. Who told me, how the poor soul did forsake Enter Gloster.
The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me? Glo. Good-mortow to my sovereign king, and queen; Who told me, in the field at Tewksbury, - And, princely peers, a happy time of day!
When Oxford had me down, he rescu'd me, K. Edw. Happy, indeed, as we have spent the day: And said, Dear brother, live, and be a king? --Brother, we have done deeds of charity;
Who told me, when we both lay in the field, Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate,
Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers. Even in his garments; and did give himself,
Glo. A blessed labour, my most sovereign liege. All thin and naked, to the numb-cold night? Among this princely heap, if any here,
All this from my remembrance brutish wrath By false intelligence, or wrong surmise,
Sinfully pluckd, and not a man of you HIold me a foe;
Had so much grace to put it in my mind. If I unwittingly, or in my rage,
But, when your carters, or your waiting vassali
Have done a drunken slaughter, and defacid
If you will live, lament; if die, be brief; The precious image of our dear Redeemer,
That our swift-winged souls may catch the king's; You straight are on your knees for pardon, pardon; Or, like obedient subjects, follow him And I, unjustly too, must grant it you :
To his new kingdom of perpetual rest. But for my brother, not a man would speak,
Duch. Ah, so much interest have I in thy sorrow, Nor I (ungracious) speak unto myself
As I had title in thy noble husband ! For bim, poor soul.-The proudest of you all
I have bewept a worthy husband's death,
And liv'd by looking on his images :
Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death :
That grieves me when I see my shame in him. Poor Clarence ! [Exeunt King, Queen, Hastings, Thou art a widow; yet thou art a mother,
Rivers, Dorset, and Grey. And hast the comfort of thy children left thee : Glo. This is the fruit of rashness ! - Mark'd you not, But death hath snatch'd my husband from my arms, How that the guilty kindred of the queen
And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands, Look'd pale, when they did hear of Clarence' death? Clarence, and Edward. O, what cause have I, 0! they did urge it still unto the king:
(Thine being but a moiety of my grief,) God will revenge it. Come, lords; will you go, To over-go thy plaints, and drown thy cries? To comfort Edward with our company?
Son. Ah, aunt ! you wept not for our father's death ; Buck. We wait upon your grace.
[Ezeunt. How can we aid you with our kindred tears ?
Daugh. Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd, SCENE II.-The same. Enter the Duchess of York, Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept ! with a Son and Daughter of Clarence.
l. Eliz. Give me no help in lamentation, Son. Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead? I am not barren to bring forth laments : Duch. No, boy
All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, Daugh. Why do you weep so oft ? and beat your That I, being governd by the wat’ry moon, breast;
May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! And ery,-0 Clarence, my unhappy son!
Ah, for my husband, for my dear lord Edward ! Son. Why do you look on us, and shake your head, Chil. Ah, for our father, for our dear lord Clarence ! And call us,-orphans, wretches, cast-aways,
Duch. Alas, for both, both mine, Edward and Clar If that our noble father be alive?
ence! Duch. My pretty cousins, you mistake me both ; Q. Eliz. What stay had I but Edward ? and he's 1 do lament the sickness of the king,
gone. As loath to lose him, not your father's death;
Chil. What stay had we, but Clarence? and he's It were lost sorrow, to wail one that's lost.
gone. Søn. Then, grandam, you conclude that he is dead. Duch. What stays had I, but they ? and they are The king my uncle is to blame for this ;
gone. God will revenge it, whom I will importune
Q. Eliz. Was never widow, had so dear a loss. With earnest prayers all to that effect.
Chil. Were never orphans had so dear a loss. Daugh. And so will I.
Duch. Was never mother, had so dear a loss. Duch. Peace, children, peace! the king doth love Alas ! I am the mother of these griefs: you well:
Their woes are parcell'd, mine are general. Incapable and shallow innocents,
She for an Edward weeps, and so do I;
Son. Grandam, we can : for my good uncle Gloster These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I:
Alas ! you three, on me, threefold distress'd,
Pour all your tears; I am your sorrow's nurse, And pitied me, and kindly kiss’d my cheek;
And I will pamper it with lamentations. Bade me rely on him, as on my father,
Dors. Comfort, dear mother; God is much disAnd he would love me dearly as his child.
pleas'd, Duch. Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes, || That you take with unthankfulness his doing ; And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice!
In common worldly things, 'tis calld-ungrateful, He is my son, ay, and therein my shame,
With dull unwillingness to repay a debt, Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit.
Which with a bounteous band was kindly lent; Son. Think you, my uncle did dissemble, grandam? | Much more to be thus opposite with heaven, Duch. Ay, boy.
For it requires the royal debt it lent you. Son. I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this? Riv. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother, Enter Queen Elizabeth distractedly; Rivers and Dor
Of the young prince your son: send straight for him, set following her.
Let him be crown'd: in him your comfort lives : Q. Eliz. Ab! who shall hinder me to wail and weep?
Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave, To chide my fortune, and torment myself?
And plant your joys in living Edward's throne. I'll join with black despair against my soul,
Enter Gloster, Buckingham, Stanley, Hastings, Rat And to myself become an enemy.
cliff, and others.
l. Eliz. To make an act of tragic violence : To wail the dimming of our shining star;
I crave your blessing.
Glo. Amen; and make me die a good old man !--
Glo. I hope, the king made peace with all of us;
Riv. And so in me; and so, I think, in all :
Hast. And so say L.
Glo. Then be it so; and go we to determine
[Exeunt all but Buckingham and Gloster.
Glo. My other self, any counsel's consistory,
[Excunt. SCENE III.--The same. A Street. Enter two Cit
izers, meeting 1 Cit. Good-morrow, neighbour: Whither away so
fast? 2 Cit. I promise you, I scarcely know myself: Hear you the news abroad ? 1 Cit.
Yes; the king's dead. 2 Cit. Ili news, by'r lady ; se dom comes the better: I fear, I fear, 'twill prove a giddy world.
Enter another Citizen. 3 Cit. Neighbours, God speed ! 1 Cit.
Give yon good morrow, sir. 3 Cit. Doth the news hold of good king Edward's
death? 2 Cit. Ay, sir, it is too true : God help, the while! 3 Cir. Then, masters, look to see a troublous worid. 1 Cit. No, no; by God's good grace, his son shall
3 Cit. Wor to that land, that's governd by a child!
2 Cil. In him there is a hope of government;
i Cit. So stood the state, when Henry the Sixth
wot; For then this land was famously enrich'd With politic grare counsel; then the king Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace. 1 Cit. Why, so bath this, both by his father ang
mother. 3 Cit. Better it were, they all came by his father ; Or, by his father, there were none at all: For emulation now, who shall be nearest, Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not. O, full of danger is the duke of Gloster ; And the queen's sons, and brothers, haught and proud : And were they to be rul'd and not to rule, This sickly land might solace as before : 1 Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will be
well. 3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wise men put on their
cloaks: When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; When the sun sets, who doth not look for night? Untimely storms make men expect a dearth: All may be well; but, if God sort it 50, 'Tis more than we deserve, or I expect.
2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear :
3 Cit. Before the days of changt, still is it so:
2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the justices.
(Exeunt. SCENE IV.-The same, A Room in the Palace. En
ter the Archbishop of York, the young Duke of York,
Duch. I long with all my heart to see the prince ;
Q. Eliz. But I hear, no; they say, my son of York
York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so.
York. Grandam, one night, as we did sit at supper,
Duch. Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold
Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious madam.
York. Now, by my troth, if I had been remember d.
To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd mine. Glo. Welcome, dear consin, my thoughts' sovereign : Duch. How, my young York? I prythee, let me The weary way hath made you melancholy. hear it.
Prince. No, uncle ; but our crosses on the way York. Marry, they say, my uncle grew so fast, Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy: That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old; I want more uncles here to welcome me. 'Twas full two years are I could get a tooth.
Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years Grandam, this would have been a biting jest. Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit: Duch. I prythet, pretty York, who told thee this? No more can you distinguish of a man, York. Grandam, his nurse.
Than of his outward show; which, God he knows, Duch. His nurse! why, she was dead ere thou wast | Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart. born.
Those uncles, which you want, were dangerous ; York. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me. Your grace attended to the sugar'd words, Q. Eliz. A parlous boy: Go to, you are too shrewd. But look'd not on the poison of their hearts : Arch. Good madam, be not angry with the child. God keep you from them, and from such false friends! D. Eliz. Pitchers have ears.
Prince. God keep me from false friends! but they Enter a Messenger. Arch. Here comes a messenger:
Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet What news?
you. Mes. Sach news, my lord,
Enter the Lord Mayor, and his Train. As grieves me to unfold.
May. God bless your grace with health and happy How doth the prince?
days! Mess. Well, madam, and in health.
Prince. I thank you, good my lord ;-and thank you Duch.
What is thy news!
[Event Major, ớc. Mess. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, are sent to Pom
I thought my mother, and my brother York, fret,
Would long ere this have met us on the way: With them sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.
Fie, what a slug is Hastings! that he comes not Duch. Who hath committed them?
To tell us, whether they will come, or no.
Buck. And in good time, here comes the sweating
Prince. Welcome, my lord : What, will our mother Q. Eliz. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house !
come? The tiger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind ;
Hast. On what occasion, God he knows, not I, Insulting tyranny begins to jut
The queen your mother, and your brother York, Upon the innocent and awless throne :
Have taken sanctuary: The tender prince Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre !
Would fain have come with me to meet your grace, I see, as in a map, the end of all.
But by his mother was perforce withheld. Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days!
Buck. Fie! what an indirect and peevish course How many of you have inine eyes beheid?
Is this of hers ? - Lord cardinal, will your grace My busband lost his life to get the crown ;
Persuade the queen to send the duke of York And often up and down my sons were tost,
Unto bis princely brother presently? For me to joy, and weep, their gain, and loss:
If she deny,-lord Hastings, go with him, And being seated, and domestic broils
And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce. Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors,
Car. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory Make war upon themselves; brother to brother,
Can from his mother win the duke of York, Blood to blood, self 'gainst self:-0, preposterous Anon expect him here: But if she be obdurate And frantic courage, end thy damned spleen;
To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid Or let me die, to look on death no more!
We should infringe the holy privilege Q.Eliz. Come,come, my boy, we will to sanctuary.
Of blessed sanctuary! not for all this land,
Would I be guilty of so deep a sin.
Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord, Q. Eliz. You have no cause.
Too ceremonious, and traditional: Arch.
My gracious lady, go,
Weigh it but with the grossness of this age, [To the Queen.
You break not sanctuary in seizing bim. And thither bear your treasure and your goods.
The benefit thereof is always granted For my part, I'll resign unto your grace
To those whose dealings have deservd the place, The seal I keep; and so betide to me,
And those who have the wit to claim the place: As well I tender you, and all of yours !
This prince hath neither claim'd it, nor deservd it; Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary. [Exeunt. | And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it:
Then, taking him from thence, that is not there,
You break no privilege nor charter there.
Oft have I heard of sanctuary men;
But sanctuary children, ne'er till now.
Car. My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for onceround. Enter the Prince of Wales, Gluster, Buck.
Come on, lord Hastings, will you go with me? ingham, Cardinal Bourchier, and vihers.
Hast. I go, my lord.
Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy haste you WELCOME, sweet prince, to London, to your may.
[Exeunt Cardinal and Hastings. ebamber
-Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come,
Where shall we sojourn till our coronation?.
Prince. My lord of York will still be cross in talk ;Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal self. Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him. If I may counsel you, some day or two,
York. You mean, to bear me, not to bear with me: Your highness shall repose you at the Tower: -Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me ; Then where you please, and shall be thought most fit Because that I am little, like an ape, For your best health and recreation.
He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders. Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place : Buck. With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons! Did Julius Caesar build that place, my lord ?
To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle, Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place; He pretuily and aptly taunts himself: Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified.
So cunning, and so young, is wonderful. Prince. Is it upon record ? or else reported
Glo. My gracious lord, will’t please you pass along? Successively from age to age be built it?
Myself, and my good cousin Buckingham, Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord.
Will to your mother; to entrert of her, Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register'd; To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you. Methinks, the truth should live from age to age, York. What, will you go unto the Tower, my lord ? As 'twere retail'd to all posterity,
Prince. My lord protector needs will have it so. Even to the general all-ending day.
York. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower. Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long. Glo. Why, sir, what should you fear?
[Aside. York. Marty, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost; Prince. What say you, uncle ?
My grandam told me, he was murder'd there.
Nor none that live, I hope. I moralize two meanings in one word. [Aside. Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear.
Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man; But come, my lord, and, with a heavy heart, With what his valour did enrich his wit,
Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower. His wit set down to make his valour live:
[Exeunt Prince, York, Hastings, Cardinal, and Death makes no conquest of this conqueror ;
Attendants. For now he lives in fame, though not in life.
Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating York I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham.
Was not incensed by his subtle mother Buck. What, my gracious lord ?
To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously? Prince. An if I live until I be a man,
Glo. No doubt, no doubt : 0, 'tis a parlous boy: I'll win our ancient right in France again,
Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable; Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king.
He's all the mother's, from the top to toe. Glo. Short summers lightly have a forward spring. Buck. Well, let them rest.-Come hither, gentle
[ Aside. Catesby; thou art sworn Enter York, Hastings, and the Cardinal.
As deeply to effect what we intend, Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke of As closely to conceal what we impart: York.
Thou know'st our reasons urgd upon the way ;Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving What think'st thou ? is it not an easy matter brother?
To make William lord Hastings of our mind, York. Well, my dread lord ; so must I call you now. For the instalment of this noble duke
Prince. Ay, brother; to our grief, as it is yours: In the seat royal of this famous isle? Too late he died, that might have kept that title, Cate. He for his father's sake so loves the prince, Which by his death hath lost much majesty.
That he will not be won to aught against him. Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York? Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley? will York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord,
not he? You said, that idle weeds are fast in growth:
Cate. He will do all in all as Hastings doth. The prince my brother bath out-grown me far. Buck. Well then, no more but this: 50, gentle Glo. He hath, my lord.
And therefore is he idle? And, as it were far off, sound thou lord Hastings, Glo. O, my fair cousin, I must not say so.
How he doth stand affected to our purpose; York. Then is he more beholden to you, than I. And summon him to-morrow to the Tower,
Glo. He may command me, as my sovereign ; To sit about the coronation.
If thou dost find him tractable to us,
Be thou so too ; and so break off the talk,
Glo. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin. Wherein thyself shalt highly be employd.
To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-castle ;
Give mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more. Gla. What, would you have my weapon, little lord ? Buck. Good Catesby, go, effect this business soundis. Fork. I would, that I might thank you as you call me. Core. My good lords both, with all the heed I can. Glo. How?
Glo. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we sleep? ?ork. Little.
Cate. You shall, my loril.