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Sons to the King.

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Brothers to the King.

EDWARD, Prince of Wales, afterwards King Edward V.
RICHARD, Duke of York,
GEORGE, Duke of Clarence,
RICHARD, Duke of Gloucester, afterwards King Richard III.
A Young Son of Clarence.
Henry, Earl of Richmond, afterwards King Henry VII.
CARDINAL BOURCHIER, Archbishop of Canterbury.
Thomas ROTHERHAM, Archbishop of York.
John Morton, Bishop of Ely.
EARL of SURREY, his Son.
Earl Rivers, Brother to King Edward's Queen.
Marquis of DORSET, and LORD GREY, her Sons.
Earl of OXFORD.
LORD Hastings.
Sir James Blount.
Sir Robert BRAKENBURY, Lieutenant of the Tower.
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 Gloucester.
LADY ANNE, Widow of Edward Prince of Wales, Son to King Henry VI.; afterwards

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.


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And now,-instead of mounting barbed steeds, And says a wizard told him that by G
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,- His issue disinherited should be ;
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber,

And for my name of George begins with G,
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.*

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

me ;

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?

bury, CLAR.

Ilis majesty,

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
Glo. L'pon what cause ?

Well struck in years, fair, and not jealous :
Because my name is George. We


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."

will obey

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.

He is.

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 !



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Hast. Good time of day unto my gracious lord !

Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain ! Well are you welcome to this open

How. hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment ?
Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners

must :
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

For they that were your enemies are his,
And have prevail'd as much on him as you.
Hast. More pity that the cagle should be

While s kites and buzzards prey s at liberty.

Glo. What news abroad ?
Hast. No news so bad abroad as this at

The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy,
And his physicians fear him mightily.

ANNE. Set down, set down your honourable

If honour may be shrouded in a hearse,---
Whilst I awhile 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

wounds !†
Lo, in those windows, that let forth thy life,

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.
Curs'd be the heart, that had the heart to do it ! If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,
[Cursed the blood, that let this blood from hence!"] Behold this pattern of thy butcheries :-
More direful hap betide that hated wretch, O, gentlemen, see, see ! dead Henry's wounds
That makes us wretched by the death of thee, Open their congeald mouths and bleed afresh.(2)—
Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads, Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity
Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives!

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.
Glo. But I know none, and therefore am no

Anxe. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth!
Glo. More wonderful, when angels are

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,
Forg these known evils, but to give me leave,
By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self.

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

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.

[Bearers set down the hearse. 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, be gone.

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,

me have

Some patient leisure to excuse myself.
ANNE. Fouler than heart can think thee ,thou

caust make
No excuse current, but to hang thyself.

Glo. By such despair, I should accuse myself.

ANNE. And, by despairing, shouldst || thou stand
For doing worthy vengeance on thyself,
Which didst unworthy slaughter upon others.

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.
e And eat him quick,-) That is, swallow him alive.
f Why, then, they are not dead : &c.] The folio has,-

“ Then say they were not slaine."

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