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Sons to the King.
Brothers to the King.
King EDWARD THE FOURTH.
ELIZABETH, Queen of King Edward IV.
married to the Duke of Gloucester. A Young Daughter of CLARENCE.
Lords, and other Attendants ; two Gentlemen, a Pursuivant, Scrivener, Citizens,
Murderers, Messengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, dc.
And now,-instead of mounting barbed steeds, And says a wizard told him that by G
And for my name of George begins with G,
It follows in his thought that I am he: But I,—that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, These, as I learn, and such like toys as these, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass ; Have * mov'd his highness to commit me now. I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, Glo. Why this it is, when men are ruld by To strut before a wanton ambling nymph ; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
'Tis not the king that sends you to the Tower; Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
My lady Grey his wife, Clarence, 'tis she, Deform’d, unfinish’d, sent before my time
That tempers him to this extremity. Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, Was it not she, and that good man of worship, And that so lamely and unfashionable,
Antony Woodville, her brother there, That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them ;- That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower, Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, From whence this present day he is delivered ? Have no delight to pass away the time;
We are not safe, Clarence; we are not safe. Unless to spy* my shadow in the sun,
CLAR. By heaven, I think there is no man And descant on mine own deformity:
secure, And therefore,-since I cannot prove a lover, But the queen's kindred, and night-walking To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
heralds I am determined to prove a villain,
That trudge betwixt the king and mistress Shore. And hate the idle pleasures of these days. Heard you not, what an humble suppliant Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery ? C By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams,
Glo. Humbly complaining to her deity To set my brother Clarence and the king,
Got my lord chamberlain his liberty. In deadly hate the one against the other:
I'll tell you what, I think it is our way, And, if king Edward be as true and just,
If we will keep in favour with the king, As I am subtle, false, and treacherous,
To be her men, and wear her livery: This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up, The jealous o'er-worn widow and herself, About a prophecy, which says that G
Since that our brother dubb'd them gentlewomen, Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.
Are mighty gossips in thist monarchy. Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here Clarence Brak. I bescech your graces both to pardon
His majesty hath straitly given in charge, Enter CLARENCE, guarded, and BRAKENBUNY.
That no man shall have private conference
(Of what degree soever) with his brother. Brother, good day: what means this armed guard, Glo. Even so, an please your worship; BrakenThat waits upon your grace?
You may partake of anything we say: Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed We speak no treason, man ;-we say, the king This conduct to convey me to the Tower.
Is wise and virtuous; and his noble queen
Well struck in years, fair, and not jealous :
that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot, Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours ; A cherry lip, a bonny eye, a passing pleasing He should for that commit your godfathers :
tongue; O, belike his majesty hath some intent,
And that the queen’s kindred are made gentlefolks : That you shall + be new-christend in the Tower. How say you, sir ? can you deny all this? But what's the matter, Clarence? may I know? BRAK. With this, my lord, myself have nought Clar. Yen, Richard, when I know; for, I I
to do. protest,
Gto. Naught to do with mistress Shore? I As yet I do not : but, as I can learn,
tell thee, fellow, He hearkens after prophecies and dreams;
He that doth naught with her, excepting one, And from the cross-row plucks the letter G, Were best to do it secretly, alone.
(*) First folio, see. (t) First folio, should. (1) First folio, but.
a of a lute.) In the quartos, lule is misprinted lore.
b. That tempers him to this extremity.) So the first quarto, 1597. The folio 1623 reads :
" That tempts him to this harsh extremity."
(*) First folio, Hath. (+) First folio, our.
(1) First folio, your. c Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery?] The folio reads,
"Lord Hastings was, for her delivery."
Brak. What one, my lord ?
Glo. Now, by Saint Paul, thise rews is bad Glo. Her husband, knare:-wouldst thou
indeed. betray me?
0, he hath kept an evil diet long, BRAK. I* beseech your grace to pardon me;
And over-much consum’d his royal person ; and, withal,
'Tis very grievous to be thought upon. Forbear your conference with the noble duke. What, * is he in his bed ? CLAR. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and Hasr.
Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you. Glo. We are the queen's abjects, and must
[E.rit HASTINGS. obey
He cannot live, I hope ; and must not die Brother, farewell; I will unto the king ;
Till George be pack'd with post-horse up to heaven. And whatsoe'er you will employ me in,
I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence, Were it to call king Edward's widow, sister- With lies well steeld with weighty arguments ; I will perform it to enfranchise you.
And if I fail not in my deep intent, Meantime, this deep disgrace in brotherhood, Clarence hath not another day to live : Touches me deeper than you can imagine. Which done, God take king Edward to his mercy,
Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well. And leave the world for me to bustle in ! Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter: long;
What though I kill'd her husband and her father ; I will deliver you, or † lie for you :*
The readiest way to make the wench amends, Meantime, have patience.
Is to become her husband and her father: CLAR.
I must perforce :$ farewell. The which will I; not all so much for love [Exeunt CLARENCE, BRAKENBURY, and Guard. As for another secret close intent, Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er By marrying her, which I must reach unto. return !
But yet I run before my horse to market: Simple, plain Clarence, I do love thee so,
Clarence still breathes, Edward still lives and That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven,
reigns; If heaven will take the present at our hands.- When they are gone, then must I count my gains. 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
Glo. What news abroad ?
ANNE. Set down, set down your honourable
pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes :
(*) First folio inserts, do. (1) First folio inserts, else. (1) First folio, eagles.
($) First folio, Whiles-play. a Or die for you :) Or lie imprisoned in your stead.
b Just perforce :). In allusion to the popular saying, " Patience upon force is a medicine for a mad dog."
(*) First folio, Where.
(t) Quartos, holes. c Now, by Saint Paul, this news, &c.) So the quartos. The folio 1623 has, --" Now by S lohn, that Newes," &c.
d Obsequiously lament-) That is, funereally lạment.
Curs'd be the hand, that made these fatal holes ! Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims.
For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood If ever he have child, abortive be it,
From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells; Prodigious, and untimely brought to light, Thy deed,* inhuman and unnatural, Whose ugly and unnatural aspect
Provokes this deluge most unnatural.— May fright the hopeful mother at the view ; O God, which this blood mad’st, reveuge his And that be heir to his unhappiness !!]
death! If ever he have wife, let her be made
O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his As* miserable by the death of hin,
death! As † I am made by my young lord and thee ! Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murderer Come, now towards Chertsey with your holy load,
dead, Taken froin Paul's to be interred there ;
Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick, And still, as you are weary of the weight, As thou didst swallow up this good king's blood, Rest you,
whiles I lament king Henry's corse. Which his hell-govern d armı hath butchered ! [Beurers take up the corpse, and move forward. Glo. Lady, you know no rules of charity,
Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses. Enter GLOUCESTER.
ANNE. Villain, thou know'st not law of God
nor man ;
No beast so fierce, but knows some touch of pity.
ANNE. Vouchsafe, diffus'd infection of a man,
Glo. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let
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 coftin
[Bearers set down the hearse. ANNE. What, do you tremble? are you all
Glo. Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst.
trouble us not ;
Some patient leisure to excuse myself.
Glo. By such despair, I should accuse myself.
ANNE. And, by despairing, shouldst || thou stand
Glo. Say, that I slew them not ?
ANNE. Why, then, they are not dead: But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee.
Glo. I did not kill your husband.
(*) First folio, More.
(+) First folio, Than. (1) First folio, this.
(9) First folio, Stand'st. Curs'd be the hand, that made these fatal holes !
(*) First folio, Deeds.
(+) first folio, nor. (1) First folio, crimes,
($) First folio, Of. (11) First fulio, shalt.
(9) First folio, That. c Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads.-) Thus the quartos; the folio reads,-" to Wolves, to Spiders," &c.
Curs'd be the heart, that had the heart to do it!) The folio gives these lines as foll
o cursed be the hand that made these holes :
Cursed the Heart, that had the heart to do it." 6 Cursed the blood, &c.) A line not in the quartos.
d And that be, &c.) A line omitted in the quartos.
“ Then say they were not slaine."