THE LIFE AND DEATH OF KING RICHARD III
by William Shakespeare
KING EDWARD THE FOURTH
Sons to the king EDWARD, PRINCE OF WALES afterwards KING EDWARD V RICHARD, DUKE OF YORK
Brothers to the king GEORGE, DUKE OF CLARENCE RICHARD, DUKE OF GLOSTER, 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 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 LORD HASTINGS LORD STANLEY LORD LOVEL SIR THOMAS VAUGHAN SIR RICHARD RATCLIFF SIR WILLIAM 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 to King Edward IV MARGARET, widow to King Henry VI DUCHESS OF YORK, mother to King Edward IV, Clarence, and Gloster LADY ANNE, widow to Edward, Prince of Wales, son to King Henry VI; afterwards married to the Duke of Gloster A YOUNG DAUGHTER OF CLARENCE
Lords, and other Attendants; two Gentlemen, a Pursuivant, Scrivener, Citizens, Murderers, Messengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, &c.
King Richard the Third
SCENE I. London. A street
GLOSTER Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'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 I,—that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, 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 delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my 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 up,— 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?
CLARENCE. His majesty, Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower.
GLOSTER. Upon what cause?
CLARENCE. Because my name is George.
GLOSTER. 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 should be new-christen'd in the Tower. But what's the matter, Clarence? may I know?
CLARENCE. Yea, Richard, when I know; for I 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 in his thought that I am he. These, as I learn, and such like toys as these, Hath mov'd his highness to commit me now.
GLOSTER. Why, this it is when men are rul'd by women:— 'Tis not the king that sends you to the Tower; My Lady Grey his wife, Clarence, 'tis she That tempers him to this extremity. Was it not she and that good man of worship, Antony Woodville, her brother there, That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower, From whence this present day he is deliver'd? We are not safe, Clarence; we are not safe.
CLARENCE. By heaven, I think there is no man is secure But the queen's kindred, and night-walking heralds That trudge betwixt the king and Mistress Shore. Heard you not what an humble suppliant Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery?
GLOSTER. Humbly complaining to her deity Got my Lord Chamberlain his liberty. I'll tell you what,—I think it is our way, If we will keep in favour with the king, To be her men and wear her livery: The jealous o'er-worn widow, and herself, Since that our brother dubb'd them gentlewomen, Are mighty gossips in our monarchy.
BRAKENBURY. I beseech your graces both to pardon me; His majesty hath straitly given in charge That no man shall have private conference, Of what degree soever, with your brother.
GLOSTER. Even so; an't please your worship, Brakenbury, You may partake of any thing we say: We speak no treason, man;—we say the king Is wise and virtuous; and his noble queen Well struck in years, fair, and not jealous;— We say that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot, A cherry lip, a bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue; And that the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks: How say you, sir? can you deny all this?
BRAKENBURY. With this, my lord, myself have naught to do.
GLOSTER. Naught to do with Mistress Shore! I tell thee, fellow, He that doth naught with her, excepting one, Were best to do it secretly alone.
BRAKENBURY. What one, my lord?
GLOSTER. Her husband, knave:—wouldst thou betray me?
BRAKENBURY. I do beseech your grace to pardon me; and, withal, Forbear your conference with the noble duke.
CLARENCE. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey.
GLOSTER. We are the queen's abjects and must obey.— Brother, farewell: I will unto the king; And whatsoe'er you will employ me in,— Were it to call King Edward's widow sister,— I will perform it to enfranchise you. Meantime, this deep disgrace in brotherhood Touches me deeper than you can imagine.
CLARENCE. I know it pleaseth neither of us well.
GLOSTER. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long; I will deliver or else lie for you: Meantime, have patience.
CLARENCE. I must perforce: farewell.
[Exeunt CLARENCE, BRAKENBURY, and guard.]
GLOSTER. Go tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return. Simple, plain Clarence!—I do love thee so That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven, If heaven will take the present at our hands.— But who comes here? The new-delivered Hastings?
HASTINGS. Good time of day unto my gracious lord!
GLOSTER. As much unto my good Lord Chamberlain! Well are you welcome to the open air. How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment?
HASTINGS. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners must; But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks That were the cause of my imprisonment.
GLOSTER. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence too; For they that were your enemies are his, And have prevail'd as much on him as you.
HASTINGS. More pity that the eagles should be mew'd Whiles kites and buzzards prey at liberty.
GLOSTER. What news abroad?
HASTINGS. No news so bad abroad as this at home,— The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy, And his physicians fear him mightily.
GLOSTER. Now, by Saint Paul, that news is bad indeed. O, he hath kept an evil diet long, And overmuch consum'd his royal person: 'Tis very grievous to be thought upon. What, is he in his bed?
HASTINGS. He is.
GLOSTER. Go you before, and I will follow you.
He cannot live, I hope; and must not die Till George be pack'd with posthorse up to heaven. I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments; And, if I fail not in my deep intent, Clarence hath not another day to live; Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy, And leave the world for me to bustle in! For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter: What though I kill'd her husband and her father? The readiest way to make the wench amends Is to become her husband and her father: The which will I; not all so much for love As for another secret close intent, By marrying her, which I must reach unto. But yet I run before my horse to market: Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives and reigns: When they are gone, then must I count my gains.
SCENE II. London. Another street.
[Enter the corpse of King Henry the Sixth, borne in an open coffin, Gentlemen bearing halberds to guard it; and Lady Anne as mourner.]
ANNE. Set down, set down your honourable load,— If honour may be shrouded in a hearse,— Whilst I awhile obsequiously lament Th' 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 these windows that let forth thy life, I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes:— O, cursed be the hand that made these holes! Cursed the heart that had the heart to do it! Cursed the blood that let this blood from hence! More direful hap betide that hated wretch That makes us wretched by the death of thee, Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads, Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives! If ever he have child, abortive be it, Prodigious, and untimely brought to light, Whose ugly and unnatural aspect May fright the hopeful mother at the view; And that be heir to his unhappiness! If ever he have wife, let her be made More miserable by the death of him Than I am made by my young lord and thee!— Come, now towards Chertsey with your holy load, Taken from Paul's to be interred there; And still, as you are weary of this weight, Rest you, whiles I lament King Henry's corse.
[The Bearers take up the Corpse and advance.]
GLOSTER. Stay, you that bear the corse, and set it down.
ANNE. What black magician conjures up this fiend, To stop devoted charitable deeds?
GLOSTER. Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul, I'll make a corse of him that disobeys!
FIRST GENTLEMAN. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass.
GLOSTER. 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.
[The Bearers set down the coffin.]
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.
GLOSTER. 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, Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims. If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, Behold this pattern of thy butcheries.— O, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds Open their congeal'd mouths and bleed afresh! Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity; For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells; Thy deeds, inhuman and unnatural, Provokes this deluge most unnatural.— O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death! O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death! Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murderer dead; Or, earth, gape open wide and eat him quick, As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood, Which his hell-govern'd arm hath butchered!
GLOSTER. Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.
ANNE. Villain, thou knowest nor law of God nor man: No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.
GLOSTER. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
ANNE. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth!
GLOSTER. More wonderful when angels are so angry.— Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman, Of these supposed crimes to give me leave, By circumstance, but to acquit myself.
ANNE. Vouchsafe, diffus'd infection of a man, Of these known evils but to give me leave, By circumstance, to accuse thy cursed self.
GLOSTER. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have Some patient leisure to excuse myself.
ANNE. Fouler than heart can think thee, thou canst make No excuse current but to hang thyself.
GLOSTER. By such despair I should accuse myself.
ANNE. And by despairing shalt thou stand excus'd; For doing worthy vengeance on thyself, That didst unworthy slaughter upon others.
GLOSTER. Say that I slew them not?
ANNE. Then say they were not slain: But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee.
GLOSTER. I did not kill your husband.
ANNE. Why, then he is alive.
GLOSTER. Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand.
ANNE. In thy foul throat thou liest: Queen Margaret saw Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood; The which thou once didst bend against her breast, But that thy brothers beat aside the point.
GLOSTER. I was provoked by her slanderous tongue That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders.
ANNE. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind, That never dreamt on aught but butcheries: Didst thou not kill this king?
GLOSTER. I grant ye.
ANNE. Dost grant me, hedgehog? then, God grant me too Thou mayst be damned for that wicked deed! O, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous.
GLOSTER. The better for the king of Heaven, that hath him.
ANNE. He is in heaven, where thou shalt never come.
GLOSTER. Let him thank me that holp to send him thither, For he was fitter for that place than earth.
ANNE. And thou unfit for any place but hell.
GLOSTER. Yes, one place else, if you will hear me name it.
ANNE. Some dungeon.
GLOSTER. Your bed-chamber.
ANNE. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou liest!
GLOSTER. So will it, madam, till I lie with you.
ANNE. I hope so.
GLOSTER. I know so.—But, gentle Lady Anne,— To leave this keen encounter of our wits, And fall something into a slower method,— Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Of these Plantagenets, Henry and Edward, As blameful as the executioner?
ANNE. Thou wast the cause and most accurs'd effect.
GLOSTER. Your beauty was the cause of that effect; Your beauty, that did haunt me in my sleep To undertake the death of all the world, So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.
ANNE. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks.
GLOSTER. These eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck; You should not blemish it if I stood by: As all the world is cheered by the sun, So I by that; it is my day, my life.
ANNE. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life!
GLOSTER. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both.
ANNE. I would I were, to be reveng'd on thee.
GLOSTER. It is a quarrel most unnatural, To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee.
ANNE. It is a quarrel just and reasonable, To be reveng'd on him that kill'd my husband.
GLOSTER. He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband, Did it to help thee to a better husband.
ANNE. His better doth not breathe upon the earth.
GLOSTER. He lives that loves thee better than he could.
ANNE. Name him.
ANNE. Why, that was he.
GLOSTER. The self-same name, but one of better nature.
ANNE. Where is he?
[She spits at him.]
Why dost thou spit at me?
ANNE. Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake!
GLOSTER. Never came poison from so sweet a place.
ANNE. Never hung poison on a fouler toad. Out of my sight! thou dost infect mine eyes.
GLOSTER. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine.
ANNE. Would they were basilisks to strike thee dead!
GLOSTER. I would they were, that I might die at once; For now they kill me with a living death. Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops: These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear, No, when my father York and Edward wept, To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made When black-fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him; Nor when thy warlike father, like a child, Told the sad story of my father's death, And twenty times made pause, to sob and weep, That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks, Like trees bedash'd with rain; in that sad time My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear; And what these sorrows could not thence exhale, Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. I never su'd to friend nor enemy; My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word; But, now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak.
[She looks scornfully at him.]
Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, Lo, here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword; Which if thou please to hide in this true breast And let the soul forth that adoreth thee, I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, And humbly beg the death upon my knee, Nay, do not pause; for I did kill King Henry,—
[He lays his breast open; she offers at it with his sword.]
But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. Nay, now dispatch; 'twas I that stabb'd young Edward,—
[She again offers at his breast.]
But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on.
[She lets fall the sword.]
Take up the sword again, or take up me.
ANNE. Arise, dissembler: though I wish thy death, I will not be thy executioner.
GLOSTER. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it.
ANNE. I have already.
GLOSTER. That was in thy rage: Speak it again, and even with the word, This hand, which for thy love did kill thy love; Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love; To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary.
ANNE. I would I knew thy heart.
GLOSTER. 'Tis figured in my tongue.
ANNE. I fear me both are false.
GLOSTER. Then never was man true.
ANNE. Well, well, put up your sword.
GLOSTER. Say, then, my peace is made.
ANNE. That shalt thou know hereafter.
GLOSTER. But shall I live in hope?
ANNE. All men, I hope, live so.
GLOSTER. Vouchsafe to wear this ring.
ANNE. To take is not to give.
[She puts on the ring.]
GLOSTER. Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine. And if thy poor devoted servant may But beg one favour at thy gracious hand, Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever.
ANNE. What is it?
GLOSTER. That it may please you leave these sad designs To him that hath most cause to be a mourner, And presently repair to Crosby Place; Where,—after I have solemnly interr'd At Chertsey monastery, this noble king, And wet his grave with my repentant tears,— I will with all expedient duty see you: For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you, Grant me this boon.
ANNE. With all my heart; and much it joys me too To see you are become so penitent.— Tressel and Berkeley, go along with me.
GLOSTER. Bid me farewell.
ANNE. 'Tis more than you deserve; But since you teach me how to flatter you, Imagine I have said farewell already.
[Exeunt Lady Anne, Tress, and Berk.]
GLOSTER. Sirs, take up the corse.
GENTLEMEN. Towards Chertsey, noble lord?
GLOSTER. No, to White Friars; there attend my coming.
[Exeunt the rest, with the Corpse.]
Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? Was ever woman in this humour won? I'll have her; but I will not keep her long. What! I that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil and dissembling looks, And yet to win her,—all the world to nothing! Ha! Hath she forgot already that brave prince, Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since, Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury? A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,— Fram'd in the prodigality of nature, Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal,— The spacious world cannot again afford: And will she yet abase her eyes on me, That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince, And made her widow to a woeful bed? On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety? On me, that halt and am misshapen thus? My dukedom to a beggarly denier, I do mistake my person all this while: Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot, Myself to be a marvellous proper man. I'll be at charges for a looking-glass; And entertain a score or two of tailors, To study fashions to adorn my body: Since I am crept in favour with myself, I will maintain it with some little cost. But first I'll turn yon fellow in his grave; And then return lamenting to my love.— Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.
SCENE III. London. A Room in the Palace.
[Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, LORD RIVERS, and LORD GREY.]
RIVERS. Have patience, madam: there's no doubt his majesty Will soon recover his accustom'd health.
GREY. In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse: Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comfort, And cheer his grace with quick and merry eyes.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. If he were dead, what would betide on me?
GREY. No other harm but loss of such a lord.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. The loss of such a lord includes all harms.
GREY. The heavens have bless'd you with a goodly son To be your comforter when he is gone.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. Ah, he is young; and his minority Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloster, A man that loves not me, nor none of you.
RIVERS. Is it concluded he shall be protector?
QUEEN ELIZABETH. It is determin'd, not concluded yet: But so it must be, if the king miscarry.
[Enter BUCKINGHAM and STANLEY.]
GREY. Here come the Lords of Buckingham and Stanley.
BUCKINGHAM. Good time of day unto your royal grace!
STANLEY. God make your majesty joyful as you have been!
QUEEN ELIZABETH. The Countess Richmond, good my Lord of Stanley, To your good prayer will scarcely say amen. Yet, Stanley, notwithstanding she's your wife, And loves not me, be you, good lord, assur'd I hate not you for her proud arrogance.
STANLEY. I do beseech you, either not believe The envious slanders of her false accusers; Or, if she be accus'd on true report, Bear with her weakness, which I think proceeds From wayward sickness, and no grounded malice.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. Saw you the king to-day, my Lord of Stanley?
STANLEY. But now the Duke of Buckingham and I Are come from visiting his majesty.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. What likelihood of his amendment, lords?
BUCKINGHAM. Madam, good hope; his grace speaks cheerfully.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. God grant him health! Did you confer with him?
BUCKINGHAM. Ay, madam; he desires to make atonement Between the Duke of Gloster and your brothers, And between them and my lord chamberlain; And sent to warn them to his royal presence.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. Would all were well!—but that will never be: I fear our happiness is at the height.
[Enter GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and DORSET.]
GLOSTER. They do me wrong, and I will not endure it:— Who are they that complain unto the king That I, forsooth, am stern and love them not? By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly That fill his ears with such dissentious rumours. Because I cannot flatter and look fair, Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, Duck with French nods and apish courtesy, I must be held a rancorous enemy. Cannot a plain man live, and think no harm, But thus his simple truth must be abus'd With silken, sly, insinuating Jacks?
GREY. To who in all this presence speaks your grace?
GLOSTER. To thee, that hast nor honesty nor grace. When have I injur'd thee? when done thee wrong?— Or thee?—or thee?—or any of your faction? A plague upon you all! His royal grace,— Whom God preserve better than you would wish!— Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing while, But you must trouble him with lewd complaints.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. Brother of Gloster, you mistake the matter. The king, on his own royal disposition, And not provok'd by any suitor else— Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred That in your outward action shows itself Against my children, brothers, and myself— Makes him to send; that thereby he may gather The ground of your ill-will, and so remove it.
GLOSTER. I cannot tell: the world is grown so bad That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch: Since every Jack became a gentleman, There's many a gentle person made a Jack.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. Come, come, we know your meaning, brother Gloster; You envy my advancement, and my friends'; God grant we never may have need of you!
GLOSTER. Meantime, God grants that we have need of you: Our brother is imprison'd by your means, Myself disgrac'd, and the nobility Held in contempt; while great promotions Are daily given to ennoble those That scarce, some two days since, were worth a noble.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. By Him that rais'd me to this careful height From that contented hap which I enjoy'd, I never did incense his majesty Against the Duke of Clarence, but have been An earnest advocate to plead for him. My lord, you do me shameful injury Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects.
GLOSTER. You may deny that you were not the mean Of my Lord Hastings' late imprisonment.
RIVERS. She may, my lord; for,—
GLOSTER. She may, Lord Rivers?—why, who knows not so? She may do more, sir, than denying that: She may help you to many fair preferments; And then deny her aiding hand therein, And lay those honours on your high desert. What may she not? She may,—ay, marry, may she,—
RIVERS. What, marry, may she?
GLOSTER. What, marry, may she! marry with a king, A bachelor, and a handsome stripling too: I wis your grandam had a worser match.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. My Lord of Gloster, I have too long borne Your blunt upbraidings and your bitter scoffs: By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty Of those gross taunts that oft I have endur'd. I had rather be a country servant-maid Than a great queen with this condition,— To be so baited, scorn'd, and stormed at.
[Enter old QUEEN MARGARET, behind.]
Small joy have I in being England's queen.
QUEEN MARGARET. And lessen'd be that small, God, I beseech Him! Thy honour, state, and seat, is due to me.
GLOSTER. What! Threat you me with telling of the king? Tell him, and spare not: look what I have said I will avouch in presence of the king: I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower. 'Tis time to speak,—my pains are quite forgot.
QUEEN MARGARET. Out, devil! I do remember them too well: Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower, And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury.
GLOSTER. Ere you were queen, ay, or your husband king, I was a pack-horse in his great affairs; A weeder-out of his proud adversaries, A liberal rewarder of his friends; To royalize his blood I spilt mine own.
QUEEN MARGARET. Ay, and much better blood than his or thine.
GLOSTER. In all which time you and your husband Grey Were factious for the house of Lancaster;— And, Rivers, so were you: was not your husband In Margaret's battle at Saint Albans slain? Let me put in your minds, if you forget, What you have been ere this, and what you are; Withal, what I have been, and what I am.
QUEEN MARGARET. A murderous villain, and so still thou art.
GLOSTER. Poor Clarence did forsake his father, Warwick; Ay, and forswore himself,—which Jesu pardon!—
QUEEN MARGARET. Which God revenge!
GLOSTER. To fight on Edward's party for the crown; And for his meed, poor lord, he is mew'd up. I would to God my heart were flint, like Edward's, Or Edward's soft and pitiful, like mine: I am too childish-foolish for this world.
QUEEN MARGARET. Hie thee to hell for shame and leave this world, Thou cacodemon! there thy kingdom is.
RIVERS. My Lord of Gloster, in those busy days Which here you urge to prove us enemies, We follow'd then our lord, our sovereign king: So should we you, if you should be our king.
GLOSTER. If I should be!—I had rather be a pedler: Far be it from my heart, the thought thereof!
QUEEN ELIZABETH. As little joy, my lord, as you suppose You should enjoy, were you this country's king,— As little joy you may suppose in me, That I enjoy, being the queen thereof.
QUEEN MARGARET. As little joy enjoys the queen thereof; For I am she, and altogether joyless. I can no longer hold me patient.—
Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out In sharing that which you have pill'd from me! Which of you trembles not that looks on me? If not that, I am queen, you bow like subjects, Yet that, by you depos'd, you quake like rebels? Ah, gentle villain, do not turn away!
GLOSTER. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou in my sight?
QUEEN MARGARET. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd, That will I make before I let thee go.
GLOSTER. Wert thou not banished on pain of death?
QUEEN MARGARET. I was; but I do find more pain in banishment Than death can yield me here by my abode. A husband and a son thou ow'st to me,— And thou a kingdom,—all of you allegiance: This sorrow that I have, by right is yours; And all the pleasures you usurp are mine.
GLOSTER. The curse my noble father laid on thee, When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper, And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes; And then to dry them gav'st the Duke a clout Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland;— His curses, then from bitterness of soul Denounc'd against thee, are all fallen upon thee; And God, not we, hath plagu'd thy bloody deed.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. So just is God, to right the innocent.
HASTINGS. O, 'twas the foulest deed to slay that babe, And the most merciless that e'er was heard of.
RIVERS. Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported.
DORSET. No man but prophesied revenge for it.
BUCKINGHAM. Northumberland, then present, wept to see it.
QUEEN MARGARET. What, were you snarling all before I came, Ready to catch each other by the throat, And turn you all your hatred now on me? Did York's dread curse prevail so much with heaven That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, Their kingdom's loss, my woeful banishment, Should all but answer for that peevish brat? Can curses pierce the clouds and enter heaven?— Why, then, give way, dull clouds, to my quick curses!— Though not by war, by surfeit die your king, As ours by murder, to make him a king! Edward thy son, that now is Prince of Wales, For Edward our son, that was Prince of Wales, Die in his youth by like untimely violence! Thyself a queen, for me that was a queen, Outlive thy glory, like my wretched self! Long mayest thou live to wail thy children's death; And see another, as I see thee now, Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stall'd in mine! Long die thy happy days before thy death; And, after many lengthen'd hours of grief, Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen!— Rivers and Dorset, you were standers by,— And so wast thou, Lord Hastings,—when my son Was stabb'd with bloody daggers: God, I pray Him, That none of you may live his natural age, But by some unlook'd accident cut off!
GLOSTER. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'd hag.
QUEEN MARGARET. And leave out thee? stay, dog, for thou shalt hear me. If heaven have any grievous plague in store Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee, O, let them keep it till thy sins be ripe, And then hurl down their indignation On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace! The worm of conscience still be-gnaw thy soul! Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st, And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends! No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, Unless it be while some tormenting dream Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils! Thou elvish-mark'd, abortive, rooting hog! Thou that wast seal'd in thy nativity The slave of nature and the son of hell! Thou slander of thy heavy mother's womb! Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins! Thou rag of honour! thou detested—
QUEEN MARGARET. Richard!
QUEEN MARGARET. I call thee not.
GLOSTER. I cry thee mercy then; for I did think That thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names.
QUEEN MARGARET. Why, so I did; but look'd for no reply. O, let me make the period to my curse!
GLOSTER. 'Tis done by me, and ends in—Margaret.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. Thus have you breath'd your curse against yourself.
QUEEN MARGARET. Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my fortune! Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider, Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about? Fool, fool! thou whett'st a knife to kill thyself. The day will come that thou shalt wish for me To help thee curse this poisonous bunch-back'd toad.
HASTINGS. False-boding woman, end thy frantic curse, Lest to thy harm thou move our patience.
QUEEN MARGARET. Foul shame upon you! you have all mov'd mine.
RIVERS. Were you well serv'd, you would be taught your duty.
QUEEN MARGARET. To serve me well, you all should do me duty, Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects: O, serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty!
DORSET. Dispute not with her,—she is lunatic.
QUEEN MARGARET. Peace, master marquis, you are malapert: Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current: O, that your young nobility could judge What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable! They that stand high have many blasts to shake them; And if they fall they dash themselves to pieces.
GLOSTER. Good counsel, marry:—learn it, learn it, marquis.
DORSET. It touches you, my lord, as much as me.
GLOSTER. Ay, and much more: but I was born so high, Our aery buildeth in the cedar's top, And dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun.
QUEEN MARGARET. And turns the sun to shade;—alas! alas!— Witness my son, now in the shade of death; Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath, Hath in eternal darkness folded up. Your aery buildeth in our aery's nest:— O God that seest it, do not suffer it; As it is won with blood, lost be it so!
BUCKINGHAM. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charity.
QUEEN MARGARET. Urge neither charity nor shame to me: Uncharitably with me have you dealt, And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd. My charity is outrage, life my shame,— And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!
BUCKINGHAM. Have done, have done.
QUEEN MARGARET. O princely Buckingham, I'll kiss thy hand, In sign of league and amity with thee: Now fair befall thee and thy noble house! Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, Nor thou within the compass of my curse.
BUCKINGHAM. Nor no one here; for curses never pass The lips of those that breathe them in the air.
QUEEN MARGARET. I will not think but they ascend the sky, And there awake God's gentle-sleeping peace. O Buckingham, take heed of yonder dog! Look, when he fawns he bites; and when he bites, His venom tooth will rankle to the death: Have not to do with him, beware of him; Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him, And all their ministers attend on him.
GLOSTER. What doth she say, my Lord of Buckingham?
BUCKINGHAM. Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord.
QUEEN MARGARET. What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel? And soothe the devil that I warn thee from? O, but remember this another day, When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow, And say, poor Margaret was a prophetess!— Live each of you the subjects to his hate, And he to yours, and all of you to God's!
BUCKINGHAM. My hair doth stand an end to hear her curses.
RIVERS. And so doth mine: I muse why she's at liberty.
GLOSTER. I cannot blame her: by God's holy mother, She hath had too much wrong; and I repent My part thereof that I have done to her.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. I never did her any, to my knowledge.
GLOSTER. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong. I was too hot to do somebody good, That is too cold in thinking of it now. Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid; He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains; God pardon them that are the cause thereof!
RIVERS. A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion, To pray for them that have done scathe to us!
GLOSTER. So do I ever being well advis'd; [Aside.] For had I curs'd now, I had curs'd myself.
CATESBY. Madam, his majesty doth can for you,— And for your grace,—and you, my noble lords.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. Catesby, I come.—Lords, will you go with me?
RIVERS. We wait upon your grace.
[Exeunt all but GLOSTER.]
GLOSTER. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. The secret mischiefs that I set abroach I lay unto the grievous charge of others. Clarence,—whom I indeed have cast in darkness,— I do beweep to many simple gulls; Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham; And tell them 'tis the queen and her allies That stir the king against the duke my brother. Now they believe it; and withal whet me To be reveng'd on Rivers, Vaughn, Grey: But then I sigh; and, with a piece of Scripture, Tell them that God bids us do good for evil: And thus I clothe my naked villany With odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ; And seem a saint when most I play the devil.— But, soft, here come my executioners.
[Enter two MURDERERS.]
How now, my hardy stout resolved mates! Are you now going to dispatch this thing?
FIRST MURDERER. We are, my lord, and come to have the warrant, That we may be admitted where he is.
GLOSTER. Well thought upon;—I have it here about me:
[Gives the warrant.]
When you have done, repair to Crosby Place. But, sirs, be sudden in the execution, Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead; For Clarence is well-spoken, and perhaps May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him.
FIRST MURDERER. Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand to prate; Talkers are no good doers: be assur'd We go to use our hands, and not our tongues.
GLOSTER. Your eyes drop millstones when fools' eyes fall tears: I like you, lads;—about your business straight; Go, go, despatch.
FIRST MURDERER. We will, my noble lord.
SCENE IV. London. A Room in the Tower.
[Enter CLARENCE and BRAKENBURY.]
BRAKENBURY. Why looks your grace so heavily to-day?
CLARENCE. O, I have pass'd a miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days,— So full of dismal terror was the time!
BRAKENBURY. What was your dream, my lord? I pray you tell me.
CLARENCE. Methoughts that I had broken from the Tower, And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy; And, in my company, my brother Gloster; Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches: thence we look'd toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster, That had befall'n us. As we pac'd along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard Into the tumbling billows of the main. O Lord, methought what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in my ears! What sights of ugly death within my eyes! Methoughts I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatt'red in the bottom of the sea: Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in the holes Where eyes did once inhabit there were crept,— As 'twere in scorn of eyes,—reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
BRAKENBURY. Had you such leisure in the time of death To gaze upon these secrets of the deep?
CLARENCE. Methought I had; and often did I strive To yield the ghost: but still the envious flood Stopp'd in my soul, and would not let it forth To find the empty, vast, and wandering air; But smother'd it within my panting bulk, Who almost burst to belch it in the sea.
BRAKENBURY. Awak'd you not in this sore agony?
CLARENCE. No, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life; O, then began the tempest to my soul! I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who spake aloud, "What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?" And so he vanish'd: then came wandering by A shadow like an Angel, with bright hair Dabbled in blood; and he shriek'd out aloud "Clarence is come,—false, fleeting, perjur'd Clarence,— That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury;— Seize on him, Furies, take him to your torments!" With that, methoughts, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and for a season after Could not believe but that I was in hell,— Such terrible impression made my dream.
BRAKENBURY. No marvel, lord, though it affrighted you; I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it.
CLARENCE. Ah, Brakenbury, I have done these things That now give evidence against my soul, For Edward's sake; and see how he requites me!— O God! If my deep prayers cannot appease Thee, But Thou wilt be aveng'd on my misdeeds, Yet execute Thy wrath in me alone,— O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!— Keeper, I prithee sit by me awhile; My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.
BRAKENBURY. I will, my lord; God give your grace good rest!—
[CLARENCE reposes himself on a chair.]
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning and the noontide night. Princes have but their titles for their glories, An outward honour for an inward toil; And, for unfelt imaginations, They often feel a world of restless cares: So that, between their tides and low name, There's nothing differs but the outward fame.
[Enter the two MURDERERS.]
FIRST MURDERER. Ho! who's here?
BRAKENBURY. What wouldst thou, fellow, and how cam'st thou hither?
FIRST MURDERER. I would speak with Clarence, and I came hither on my legs.
BRAKENBURY. What, so brief?
SECOND MURDERER. 'Tis better, sir, than to be tedious.—Let him see our commission and talk no more.
[A paper is delivered to BRAKENBURY, who reads it.]
BRAKENBURY. I am, in this, commanded to deliver The noble Duke of Clarence to your hands:— I will not reason what is meant hereby, Because I will be guiltless of the meaning. There lies the Duke asleep,—and there the keys; I'll to the king and signify to him That thus I have resign'd to you my charge.
FIRST MURDERER. You may, sir; 'tis a point of wisdom: fare you well.
SECOND MURDERER. What, shall we stab him as he sleeps?
FIRST MURDERER. No; he'll say 'twas done cowardly, when he wakes.
SECOND MURDERER. When he wakes! why, fool, he shall never wake until the great judgment-day.
FIRST MURDERER. Why, then he'll say we stabb'd him sleeping.
SECOND MURDERER. The urging of that word "judgment" hath bred a kind of remorse in me.
FIRST MURDERER. What, art thou afraid?
SECOND MURDERER. Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; but to be damned for killing him, from the which no warrant can defend me.
FIRST MURDERER. I thought thou hadst been resolute.
SECOND MURDERER. So I am, to let him live.
FIRST MURDERER. I'll back to the Duke of Gloster and tell him so.
SECOND MURDERER. Nay, I pr'ythee, stay a little: I hope my holy humour will change; it was wont to hold me but while one tells twenty.
FIRST MURDERER. How dost thou feel thyself now?
SECOND MURDERER. Faith, some certain dregs of conscience are yet within me.
FIRST MURDERER. Remember our reward, when the deed's done.
SECOND MURDERER. Zounds, he dies: I had forgot the reward.
FIRST MURDERER. Where's thy conscience now?
SECOND MURDERER. O, in the Duke of Gloster's purse.
FIRST MURDERER. So, when he opens his purse to give us our reward, thy conscience flies out.
SECOND MURDERER. 'Tis no matter; let it go; there's few or none will entertain it.
FIRST MURDERER. What if it come to thee again?
SECOND MURDERER. I'll not meddle with it,—it makes a man coward; a man cannot steal, but it accuseth him; a man cannot swear, but it checks him; a man cannot lie with his neighbour's wife, but it detects him: 'tis a blushing shame- faced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills a man full of obstacles: it made me once restore a purse of gold that by chance I found; it beggars any man that keeps it: it is turned out of towns and cities for a dangerous thing; and every man that means to live well endeavours to trust to himself and live without it.
FIRST MURDERER. Zounds,'tis even now at my elbow, persuading me not to kill the duke.
SECOND MURDERER. Take the devil in thy mind, and believe him not; he would insinuate with thee but to make thee sigh.
FIRST MURDERER. I am strong-framed; he cannot prevail with me.
SECOND MURDERER. Spoke like a tall man that respects thy reputation. Come, shall we fall to work?
FIRST MURDERER. Take him on the costard with the hilts of thy sword, and then throw him in the malmsey-butt in the next room.
SECOND MURDERER. O excellent device! and make a sop of him.
FIRST MURDERER. Soft! he wakes.
SECOND MURDERER. Strike!
FIRST MURDERER. No, we'll reason with him.
CLARENCE. Where art thou, keeper? give me a cup of wine.
SECOND MURDERER. You shall have wine enough, my lord, anon.
CLARENCE. In God's name, what art thou?
FIRST MURDERER. A man, as you are.
CLARENCE. But not as I am, royal.
SECOND MURDERER. Nor you as we are, loyal.
CLARENCE. Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are humble.
FIRST MURDERER. My voice is now the king's, my looks mine own.
CLARENCE. How darkly and how deadly dost thou speak! Your eyes do menace me; why look you pale? Who sent you hither? Wherefore do you come?
SECOND MURDERER. To, to, to—
CLARENCE. To murder me?
BOTH MURDERERS. Ay, ay.
CLARENCE. You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so, And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it. Wherein, my friends, have I offended you?
FIRST MURDERER. Offended us you have not, but the king.
CLARENCE. I shall be reconcil'd to him again.
SECOND MURDERER. Never, my lord; therefore prepare to die.
CLARENCE. Are you drawn forth among a world of men To slay the innocent? What is my offence? Where is the evidence that doth accuse me? What lawful quest have given their verdict up Unto the frowning judge? or who pronounc'd The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death? Before I be convict by course of law, To threaten me with death is most unlawful. I charge you, as you hope to have redemption By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins, That you depart, and lay no hands on me: The deed you undertake is damnable.
FIRST MURDERER. What we will do, we do upon command.
SECOND MURDERER. And he that hath commanded is our king.
CLARENCE. Erroneous vassals! the great King of kings Hath in the table of his law commanded That thou shalt do no murder: will you then Spurn at His edict and fulfil a man's? Take heed; for He holds vengeance in His hand To hurl upon their heads that break His law.
SECOND MURDERER. And that same vengeance doth He hurl on thee For false forswearing, and for murder too: Thou didst receive the sacrament to fight In quarrel of the house of Lancaster.
FIRST MURDERER. And like a traitor to the name of God Didst break that vow; and with thy treacherous blade Unripp'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son.
SECOND MURDERER. Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and defend.
FIRST MURDERER. How canst thou urge God's dreadful law to us, When thou hast broke it in such dear degree?
CLARENCE. Alas! for whose sake did I that ill deed? For Edward, for my brother, for his sake: He sends you not to murder me for this; For in that sin he is as deep as I. If God will be avenged for the deed, O, know you yet He doth it publicly. Take not the quarrel from His powerful arm; He needs no indirect or lawless course To cut off those that have offended Him.
FIRST MURDERER. Who made thee, then, a bloody minister When gallant-springing brave Plantagenet, That princely novice, was struck dead by thee?
CLARENCE. My brother's love, the devil, and my rage.
FIRST MURDERER. Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy faults, Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee.
CLARENCE. If you do love my brother, hate not me; I am his brother, and I love him well. If you are hir'd for meed, go back again, And I will send you to my brother Gloster, Who shall reward you better for my life Than Edward will for tidings of my death.
SECOND MURDERER. You are deceiv'd, your brother Gloster hates you.
CLARENCE. O, no, he loves me, and he holds me dear: Go you to him from me.
FIRST MURDERER. Ay, so we will.
CLARENCE. Tell him when that our princely father York Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm And charg'd us from his soul to love each other, He little thought of this divided friendship: Bid Gloster think of this, and he will weep.
FIRST MURDERER. Ay, millstones; as he lesson'd us to weep.
CLARENCE. O, do not slander him, for he is kind.
FIRST MURDERER. Right, as snow in harvest.—Come, you deceive yourself: 'Tis he that sends us to destroy you here.
CLARENCE. It cannot be; for he bewept my fortune, And hugg'd me in his arms, and swore, with sobs, That he would labour my delivery.
FIRST MURDERER. Why, so he doth, when he delivers you From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven.
SECOND MURDERER. Make peace with God, for you must die, my lord.
CLARENCE. Have you that holy feeling in your souls, To counsel me to make my peace with God, And are you yet to your own souls so blind That you will war with God by murdering me?— O, sirs, consider, they that set you on To do this deed will hate you for the deed.
SECOND MURDERER. What shall we do?
CLARENCE. Relent, and save your souls.
FIRST MURDERER. Relent! 'tis cowardly and womanish.
CLARENCE. Not to relent is beastly, savage, devilish. Which of you, if you were a prince's son, Being pent from liberty, as I am now,— If two such murderers as yourselves came to you,— Would not entreat for life?— My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks; O, if thine eye be not a flatterer, Come thou on my side, and entreat for me, As you would beg, were you in my distress: A begging prince what beggar pities not?
SECOND MURDERER. Look behind you, my lord.
FIRST MURDERER. [Stabs him.] Take that, and that: if all this will not do, I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within.
[Exit with the body.]
SECOND MURDERER. A bloody deed, and desperately dispatch'd! How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands Of this most grievous murder!
[Re-enter FIRST MURDERER.]
FIRST MURDERER. How now, what mean'st thou that thou help'st me not? By heavens, the duke shall know how slack you have been!
SECOND MURDERER. I would he knew that I had sav'd his brother! Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say; For I repent me that the duke is slain.
FIRST MURDERER. So do not I: go, coward as thou art.— Well, I'll go hide the body in some hole, Till that the duke give order for his burial: And when I have my meed, I will away; For this will out, and then I must not stay.
SCENE I. London. A Room in the palace.
[Enter KING EDWARD, led in sick, QUEEN ELIZABETH, DORSET, RIVERS, HASTINGS, BUCKINGHAM, GREY, and others.]
KING EDWARD. Why, so. Now have I done a good day's work:— You peers, continue this united league: I every day expect an embassage From my Redeemer, to redeem me hence; And more at peace my soul shall part to heaven, Since I have made my friends at peace on earth. Rivers and Hastings, take each other's hand; Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love.
RIVERS. By heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love.
HASTINGS. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like!
KING EDWARD. Take heed you dally not before your king; Lest He that is the supreme King of kings Confound your hidden falsehood, and award Either of you to be the other's end.
HASTINGS. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love!
RIVERS. And I, as I love Hastings with my heart!
KING EDWARD. Madam, yourself is not exempt from this;— Nor you, son Dorset;—Buckingham, nor you;— You have been factious one against the other. Wife, love Lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand; And what you do, do it unfeignedly.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. There, Hastings; I will never more remember Our former hatred, so thrive I and mine!
KING EDWARD. Dorset, embrace him;—Hastings, love lord marquis.
DORSET. This interchange of love, I here protest, Upon my part shall be inviolable.
HASTINGS. And so swear I.
KING EDWARD. Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou this league With thy embracements to my wife's allies, And make me happy in your unity.
BUCKINGHAM. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate Upon your grace [to the queen], but with all duteous love Doth cherish you and yours, God punish me With hate in those where I expect most love! When I have most need to employ a friend, And most assured that he is a friend, Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile, Be he unto me!—this do I beg of heaven When I am cold in love to you or yours.
[Embracing Rivers &c.]
KING EDWARD. A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham, Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart. There wanteth now our brother Gloster here, To make the blessed period of this peace.
BUCKINGHAM. And, in good time, here comes the noble duke.
GLOSTER. Good morrow to my sovereign king and queen; And, princely peers, a happy time of day!
KING EDWARD. Happy, indeed, as we have spent the day. Gloster, we have done deeds of charity; Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.
GLOSTER. A blessed labour, my most sovereign lord,— Among this princely heap, if any here, By false intelligence or wrong surmise, Hold me a foe; If I unwittingly, or in my rage, Have aught committed that is hardly borne To any in this presence, I desire To reconcile me to his friendly peace: 'Tis death to me to be at enmity; I hate it, and desire all good men's love.— First, madam, I entreat true peace of you, Which I will purchase with my duteous service;— Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham, If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us;— Of you, and you, Lord Rivers, and of Dorset, That all without desert have frown'd on me; Of you, Lord Woodville, and, Lord Scales, of you;— Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen;—indeed, of all. I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is any jot at odds More than the infant that is born to-night: I thank my God for my humility.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. A holy day shall this be kept hereafter:— I would to God all strifes were well compounded.— My sovereign lord, I do beseech your highness To take our brother Clarence to your grace.
GLOSTER. Why, madam, have I off'red love for this, To be so flouted in this royal presence? Who knows not that the gentle duke is dead?
[They all start.]
You do him injury to scorn his corse.
KING EDWARD. Who knows not he is dead! Who knows he is?
QUEEN ELIZABETH. All-seeing heaven, what a world is this!
BUCKINGHAM. Look I so pale, Lord Dorset, as the rest?
DORSET. Ay, my good lord; and no man in the presence But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks.
KING EDWARD. Is Clarence dead? the order was revers'd.
GLOSTER. But he, poor man, by your first order died, And that a winged Mercury did bear; Some tardy cripple bore the countermand That came too lag to see him buried. God grant that some, less noble and less loyal, Nearer in bloody thoughts, an not in blood, Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did, And yet go current from suspicion!
STANLEY. A boon, my sovereign, for my service done!
KING EDWARD. I pr'ythee, peace: my soul is full of sorrow.
STANLEY. I Will not rise unless your highness hear me.
KING EDWARD. Then say at once what is it thou request'st.
STANLEY. The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life; Who slew to-day a riotous gentleman Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolk.
KING EDWARD. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death, And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave? My brother kill'd no man,—his fault was thought, And yet his punishment was bitter death. Who su'd to me for him? who, in my wrath, Kneel'd at my feet, and bid me be advis'd? Who spoke of brotherhood? who spoke of love? Who told me how the poor soul did forsake The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me? Who told me, in the field at Tewksbury, When Oxford had me down, he rescu'd me, And said "Dear brother, live, and be a king"? Who told me, when we both lay in the field Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me Even in his garments, and did give himself, All thin and naked, to the numb-cold night? All this from my remembrance brutish wrath Sinfully pluck'd, and not a man of you Had so much grace to put it in my mind. But when your carters or your waiting-vassals Have done a drunken slaughter, and defac'd The precious image of our dear Redeemer, You straight are on your knees for pardon, pardon; And I, unjustly too, must grant it you:— But for my brother not a man would speak,— Nor I, ungracious, speak unto myself For him, poor soul. The proudest of you all Have been beholding to him in his life; Yet none of you would once beg for his life.— O God, I fear Thy justice will take hold On me, and you, and mine, and yours, for this! Come, Hastings, help me to my closet. Ah, poor Clarence!
[Exeunt KING, QUEEN, HASTINGS, RIVERS, DORSET, and GREY.]
GLOSTER. This is the fruit of rashness! Mark'd you not How that the guilty kindred of the queen Look'd pale when they did hear of Clarence' death? O, they did urge it still unto the king! God will revenge it.—Come, lords, will you go To comfort Edward with our company?
BUCKINGHAM. We wait upon your grace.
SCENE II. Another Room in the palace.
[Enter the DUCHESS OF YORK, with A SON and DAUGHTER of CLARENCE.]
SON. Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead?
DUCHESS. No, boy.
DAUGHTER. Why do you weep so oft, and beat your breast, And cry "O Clarence, my unhappy son!"
SON. Why do you look on us, and shake your head, And call us orphans, wretches, castaways, If that our noble father were alive?
DUCHESS. My pretty cousins, you mistake me both; I do lament the sickness of the king, As loath to lose him, not your father's death; It were lost sorrow to wail one that's lost.
SON. Then you conclude, my grandam, he is dead. The king mine uncle is to blame for this: God will revenge it; whom I will importune With earnest prayers all to that effect.
DAUGHTER. And so will I.
DUCHESS. Peace, children, peace! the king doth love you well: Incapable and shallow innocents, You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death.
SON. Grandam, we can; for my good uncle Gloster Told me, the king, provok'd to it by the queen, Devis'd impeachments to imprison him: And when my uncle told me so, he wept, And pitied me, and kindly kiss'd my cheek; Bade me rely on him as on my father, And he would love me dearly as his child.
DUCHESS. Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shape, And with a virtuous visard hide deep vice! He is my son; ay, and therein my shame; Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit.
SON. Think you my uncle did dissemble, grandam?
DUCHESS. Ay, boy.
SON. I cannot think it.—Hark! what noise is this?
[Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, distractedly; RIVERS and DORSET following her.]
QUEEN ELIZABETH. Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep, To chide my fortune, and torment myself? I'll join with black despair against my soul, And to myself become an enemy.
DUCHESS. What means this scene of rude impatience?
QUEEN ELIZABETH. To make an act of tragic violence:— Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead.— Why grow the branches when the root is gone? Why wither not the leaves that want their sap?— If you will live, lament; if die, be brief, That our swift-winged souls may catch the king's; Or, like obedient subjects, follow him To his new kingdom of perpetual rest.
DUCHESS. Ah, so much interest have I in thy sorrow As I had title in thy noble husband! I have bewept a worthy husband's death, And liv'd by looking on his images: But now two mirrors of his princely semblance Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death, And I for comfort have but one false glass, That grieves me when I see my shame in him. Thou art a widow, yet thou art a mother, And hast the comfort of thy children left; But death hath snatch'd my husband from mine arms, And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands,— Clarence and Edward. O, what cause have I,— Thine being but a moiety of my moan,— To overgo thy woes and drown thy cries?
SON. Ah, aunt, you wept not for our father's death! How can we aid you with our kindred tears?
DAUGHTER. Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd, Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept!
QUEEN ELIZABETH. Give me no help in lamentation; I am not barren to bring forth complaints: All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, That I, being govern'd by the watery moon, May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! Ah for my husband, for my dear Lord Edward!
CHILDREN. Ah for our father, for our dear Lord Clarence!
DUCHESS. Alas for both, both mine, Edward and Clarence!
QUEEN ELIZABETH. What stay had I but Edward? and he's gone.
CHILDREN. What stay had we but Clarence? and he's gone.
DUCHESS. What stays had I but they? and they are gone.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. Was never widow had so dear a loss!
CHILDREN. Were never orphans had so dear a loss!
DUCHESS. Was never mother had so dear a loss! Alas, I am the mother of these griefs! Their woes are parcell'd, mine is general. She for an Edward weeps, and so do I: I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I; I for an Edward weep, so do not they:— Alas, you three, on me, threefold distress'd, Pour all your tears! I am your sorrow's nurse, And I will pamper it with lamentation.
DORSET. Comfort, dear mother: God is much displeas'd That you take with unthankfulness His doing: In common worldly things 'tis called ungrateful, With dull unwillingness to repay a debt Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent; Much more to be thus opposite with heaven, For it requires the royal debt it lent you.
RIVERS. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother, Of the young prince your son: send straight for him; Let him be crown'd; in him your comfort lives. Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave, And plant your joys in living Edward's throne.
[Enter GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, HASTINGS, RATCLIFF and others.]
GLOSTER. Sister, have comfort: all of us have cause To wail the dimming of our shining star; But none can help our harms by wailing them.— Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; I did not see your grace:—humbly on my knee I crave your blessing.
DUCHESS. God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!
GLOSTER. Amen! [Aside.] And make me die a good old man!— That is the butt end of a mother's blessing; I marvel that her grace did leave it out.
BUCKINGHAM. You cloudy princes and heart-sorrowing peers, That bear this heavy mutual load of moan, Now cheer each other in each other's love: Though we have spent our harvest of this king, We are to reap the harvest of his son. The broken rancour of your high-swoln hearts, But lately splinter'd, knit, and join'd together, Must gently be preserv'd, cherish'd, and kept; Me seemeth good that, with some little train, Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be fetched Hither to London, to be crown'd our king.
RIVERS. Why with some little train, my Lord of Buckingham?
BUCKINGHAM. Marry, my lord, lest by a multitude, The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out; Which would be so much the more dangerous By how much the estate is green and yet ungovern'd: Where every horse bears his commanding rein And may direct his course as please himself, As well the fear of harm as harm apparent, In my opinion, ought to be prevented.
GLOSTER. I hope the king made peace with all of us; And the compact is firm and true in me.
RIVERS. And so in me; and so, I think, in all: Yet, since it is but green, it should be put To no apparent likelihood of breach, Which haply by much company might be urg'd: Therefore I say with noble Buckingham, That it is meet so few should fetch the prince.
HASTINGS. And so say I.
GLOSTER. Then be it so; and go we to determine Who they shall be that straight shall post to Ludlow. Madam,—and you, my mother,—will you go To give your censures in this business?
[Exeunt all but BUCKINGHAM and GLOSTER.]
BUCKINGHAM. My lord, whoever journeys to the prince, For God'd sake, let not us two stay at home; For by the way I'll sort occasion, As index to the story we late talk'd of, To part the queen's proud kindred from the Prince.
GLOSTER. My other self, my counsel's consistory, My oracle, my prophet!—my dear cousin, I, as a child, will go by thy direction. Toward Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind.
SCENE III. London. A street.
[Enter two CITIZENS, meeting.]
FIRST CITIZEN. Good morrow, neighbour: whither away so fast?
SECOND CITIZEN. I promise you, I scarcely know myself: Hear you the news abroad?
FIRST CITIZEN. Yes,—that the king is dead.
SECOND CITIZEN. Ill news, by'r lady; seldom comes the better: I fear, I fear 'twill prove a giddy world.
[Enter third CITIZEN.]
THIRD CITIZEN. Neighbours, God speed!
FIRST CITIZEN. Give you good morrow, sir.
THIRD CITIZEN. Doth the news hold of good King Edward's death?
SECOND CITIZEN. Ay, sir, it is too true; God help the while!
THIRD CITIZEN. Then, masters, look to see a troublous world.
FIRST CITIZEN. No, no; by God's good grace, his son shall reign.
THIRD CITIZEN. Woe to that land that's govern'd by a child!
SECOND CITIZEN. In him there is a hope of government, Which, in his nonage, council under him, And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself, No doubt, shall then, and till then, govern well.
FIRST CITIZEN. So stood the state when Henry the Sixth Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old.
THIRD CITIZEN. Stood the state so? No, no, good friends, God wot; For then this land was famously enrich'd With politic grave counsel; then the king Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace.
FIRST CITIZEN. Why, so hath this, both by his father and mother.
THIRD CITIZEN. Better it were they all came by his father, Or by his father there were none at all; For emulation who shall now 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.
FIRST CITIZEN. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will be well.
THIRD CITIZEN. 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 so, 'Tis more than we deserve or I expect.
SECOND CITIZEN. Truly, the hearts of men are fun of fear: You cannot reason almost with a man That looks not heavily and fun of dread.
THIRD CITIZEN. Before the days of change, still is it so: By a divine instinct men's minds mistrust Ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see The water swell before a boisterous storm. But leave it all to God.—Whither away?
SECOND CITIZEN. Marry, we were sent for to the justices.
THIRD CITIZEN. And so was I; I'll bear you company.
SCENE IV. London. A Room in the Palace.
[Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, the young DUKE OF YORK, QUEEN ELIZABETH, and the DUCHESS OF YORK.]
ARCHBISHOP. Last night, I hear, they at Northampton lay; And at Stony-Stratford they do rest to-night: To-morrow or next day they will be here.
DUCHESS. I long with all my heart to see the prince: I hope he is much grown since last I saw him.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. But I hear no; they say my son of York Has almost overta'en him in his growth.
YORK. Ay, mother; but I would not have it so.
DUCHESS. Why, my good cousin? it is good to grow.
YORK. Grandam, one night as we did sit at supper, My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow More than my brother. "Ay," quoth my uncle Gloster, "Small herbs have grace: great weeds do grow apace." And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.
DUCHESS. Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold In him that did object the same to thee: He was the wretched'st thing when he was young, So long a growing and so leisurely, That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious.
ARCHBISHOP. And so no doubt he is, my gracious madam.
DUCHESS. I hope he is; but yet let mothers doubt.
YORK. Now, by my troth, if I had been remember'd, I could have given my uncle's grace a flout To touch his growth nearer than he touch'd mine.
DUCHESS. How, my young York? I pr'ythee let me hear it.
YORK. Marry, they say my uncle grew so fast That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old: 'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. Grandam, this would have been a biting jest.
DUCHESS. I pr'ythee, pretty York, who told thee this?
YORK. Grandam, his nurse.
DUCHESS. His nurse! why she was dead ere thou wast born.
YORK. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. A parlous boy!—go to, you are too shrewd.
ARCHBISHOP. Good madam, be not angry with the child.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. Pitchers have ears.
ARCHBISHOP. Here comes a messenger.
[Enter a MESSENGER.]
MESSENGER. Such news, my lord, as grieves me to report.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. How doth the prince?
MESSENGER. Well, madam, and in health.
DUCHESS. What is thy news?
MESSENGER. Lord Rivers and Lord Grey are sent to Pomfret, With them Sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.
DUCHESS. Who hath committed them?
MESSENGER. The mighty dukes, Gloster and Buckingham.
ARCHBISHOP. For what offence?
MESSENGER. The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd; Why or for what the nobles were committed Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house! The tiger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind; Insulting tyranny begins to jet Upon the innocent and aweless throne:— Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre! I see, as in a map, the end of all.
DUCHESS. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days How many of you have mine eyes beheld? My husband lost his life to get the crown; And often up and down my sons were toss'd For me to joy and weep their gain and loss: And being seated, and domestic broils Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors Make war upon themselves; brother to brother, Blood to blood, self against self: O, preposterous And frantic outrage, end thy damned spleen; Or let me die, to look on death no more!
QUEEN ELIZABETH. Come, come, my boy; we will to sanctuary.— Madam, farewell.
DUCHESS. Stay, I will go with you.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. You have no cause.
ARCHBISHOP. [To the queen.] My gracious lady, go. And thither bear your treasure and your goods. For my part, I'll resign unto your grace The seal I keep; and so betide to me As well I tender you and all of yours! Go, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary.
SCENE I. London. A street.
[The trumpets sound. Enter the PRINCE OF WALES, GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, CATESBY, CARDINAL BOURCHIER, and others.]
BUCKINGHAM. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber.
GLOSTER. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sovereign: The weary way hath made you melancholy.
PRINCE. No, uncle; but our crosses on the way Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy: I want more uncles here to welcome me.
GLOSTER. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit: Nor more can you distinguish of a man Than of his outward show; which, God He knows, Seldom or never jumpeth with the heart. Those uncles which you want were dangerous; Your grace attended to their sugar'd words But look'd not on the poison of their hearts: God keep you from them and from such false friends!
PRINCE. God keep me from false friends! but they were none.
GLOSTER. My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet you.
[Enter the LORD MAYOR and his train.]
MAYOR. God bless your grace with health and happy days!
PRINCE. I thank you, good my lord;—and thank you all.
[Exeunt MAYOR, &c.]
I thought my mother and my brother York Would long ere this have met us on the way: Fie, what a slug is Hastings, that he comes not To tell us whether they will come or no!
BUCKINGHAM. And, in good time, here comes the sweating lord.
PRINCE. Welcome, my lord: what, will our mother come?
HASTINGS. On what occasion, God He knows, not I, The queen your mother and your brother York Have taken sanctuary: the tender prince Would fain have come with me to meet your grace, But by his mother was perforce withheld.
BUCKINGHAM. Fie, what an indirect and peevish course Is this of hers?—Lord cardinal, will your grace Persuade the queen to send the Duke of York Unto his princely brother presently? If she deny, Lord Hastings, go with him, And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce.
CARDINAL. My Lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory Can from his mother win the Duke of York, Anon expect him here; but if she be obdurate To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid We should infringe the holy privilege Of blessed sanctuary! not for all this land Would I be guilty of so deep a sin.
BUCKINGHAM. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord, Too ceremonious and traditional: Weigh it but with the grossness of this age, You break not sanctuary in seizing him. The benefit thereof is always granted To those whose dealings have deserv'd the place And those who have the wit to claim the place: This prince hath neither claim'd it nor deserv'd it; 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.
CARDINAL. My lord, you shall o'errule my mind for once.— Come on, Lord Hastings, will you go with me?
HASTINGS. I go, my lord.
PRINCE. Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may.
[Exeunt CARDINAL and HASTINGS.]
Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come, Where shall we sojourn till our coronation?
GLOSTER. Where it seems best unto your royal self. If I may counsel you, some day or two Your highness shall repose you at the Tower: Then where you please and shall be thought most fit For your best health and recreation.
PRINCE. I do not like the Tower, of any place.— Did Julius Caesar build that place, my lord?
BUCKINGHAM. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place; Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified.
PRINCE. Is it upon record, or else reported Successively from age to age, he built it?
BUCKINGHAM. Upon record, my gracious lord.
PRINCE. But say, my lord, it were not register'd, Methinks the truth should live from age to age, As 'twere retail'd to all posterity, Even to the general all-ending day.
GLOSTER. [Aside.] So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
PRINCE. What say you, uncle?
GLOSTER. I say, without characters, fame lives long.—
[Aside.] Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity, I moralize two meanings in one word.
PRINCE. That Julius Caesar was a famous man; With what his valour did enrich his wit, His wit set down to make his valour live; 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,—
BUCKINGHAM. What, my gracious lord?
PRINCE. An if I live until I be a man, I'll win our ancient right in France again, Or die a soldier as I liv'd a king.
GLOSTER. [Aside.] Short summers lightly have a forward spring.
BUCKINGHAM. Now, in good time, here comes the Duke of York.
[Enter YORK, HASTINGS, and the CARDINAL.]
PRINCE. Richard of York! how fares our loving brother?
YORK. Well, my dread lord; so must I call you now.
PRINCE. Ay brother,—to our grief, as it is yours: Too late he died that might have kept that title, Which by his death hath lost much majesty.
GLOSTER. How fares our cousin, noble Lord of York?
YORK. I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord, You said that idle weeds are fast in growth: The prince my brother hath outgrown me far.
GLOSTER. He hath, my lord.
YORK. And therefore is he idle?
GLOSTER. O, my fair cousin, I must not say so.
YORK. Then he is more beholding to you than I.
GLOSTER. He may command me as my sovereign; But you have power in me as in a kinsman.
YORK. I pray you, uncle, give me this dagger.
GLOSTER. My dagger, little cousin? with all my heart!
PRINCE. A beggar, brother?
YORK. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give, And being but a toy, which is no grief to give.
GLOSTER. A greater gift than that I'll give my cousin.
YORK. A greater gift! O, that's the sword to it!
GLOSTER. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough.
YORK. O, then, I see you will part but with light gifts; In weightier things you'll say a beggar nay.
GLOSTER. It is too heavy for your grace to wear.
YORK. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.
GLOSTER. What, would you have my weapon, little lord?
YORK. I would, that I might thank you as you call me.
PRINCE. My Lord of York will still be cross in talk:— Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him.
YORK. You mean, to bear me, not to bear with me:— Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me; Because that I am little, like an ape, He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders.
BUCKINGHAM. With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons! To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle, He prettily and aptly taunts himself: So cunning and so young is wonderful.
GLOSTER. My lord, wil't please you pass along? Myself and my good cousin Buckingham Will to your mother, to entreat of her To meet you at the Tower and welcome you.
YORK. What, will you go unto the Tower, my lord?
PRINCE. My lord protector needs will have it so.
YORK. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower.
GLOSTER. Why, what should you fear?
YORK. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost: My grandam told me he was murder'd there.
PRINCE. I fear no uncles dead.
GLOSTER. Nor none that live, I hope.
PRINCE. An if they live, I hope I need not fear. But come, my lord; and with a heavy heart, Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower.
[Sennet. Exeunt PRINCE, YORK, HASTINGS, CARDINAL, and Attendants.]
BUCKINGHAM. Think you, my lord, this little prating York Was not incensed by his subtle mother To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously?
GLOSTER. No doubt, no doubt: O, 'tis a parlous boy; Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable: He is all the mother's, from the top to toe.
BUCKINGHAM. Well, let them rest.—Come hither, Catesby. Thou art sworn as deeply to effect what we intend As closely to conceal what we impart: Thou know'st our reasons urg'd upon the way;— What think'st thou? is it not an easy matter To make William Lord Hastings of our mind, For the instalment of this noble duke In the seat royal of this famous isle?
CATESBY. He for his father's sake so loves the prince That he will not be won to aught against him.
BUCKINGHAM. What think'st thou then of Stanley? will not he?
CATESBY. He will do all in all as Hastings doth.
BUCKINGHAM. Well then, no more but this: go, gentle Catesby, And, as it were far off, sound thou Lord Hastings How he doth stand affected to our purpose; And summon him to-morrow to the Tower, To sit about the coronation. If thou dost find him tractable to us, Encourage him, and tell him all our reasons: If he be leaden, icy, cold, unwilling, Be thou so too; and so break off the talk, And give us notice of his inclination: For we to-morrow hold divided councils, Wherein thyself shalt highly be employ'd.
GLOSTER. Commend me to Lord William: tell him, Catesby, His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle; And bid my lord, for joy of this good news, Give Mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more.
BUCKINGHAM. Good Catesby, go, effect this business soundly.
CATESBY. My good lords both, with all the heed I can.
GLOSTER. Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we sleep?
CATESBY. You shall, my lord.
GLOSTER. At Crosby Place, there shall you find us both.
BUCKINGHAM. Now, my lord, what shall we do if we perceive Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots?
GLOSTER. Chop off his head. man;—somewhat we will do:— And, look when I am king, claim thou of me The earldom of Hereford, and all the movables Whereof the king my brother was possess'd.
BUCKINGHAM. I'll claim that promise at your grace's hand.
GLOSTER. And look to have it yielded with all kindness. Come, let us sup betimes, that afterwards We may digest our complots in some form.
SCENE II. Before LORD HASTING'S house.
[Enter a MESSENGER.]
MESSENGER. My lord, my lord!— [Knocking.]
HASTINGS. [Within.] Who knocks?
MESSENGER. One from the Lord Stanley.
HASTINGS. [Within.] What is't o'clock?
MESSENGER. Upon the stroke of four.
HASTINGS. Cannot my Lord Stanley sleep these tedious nights?
MESSENGER. So it appears by that I have to say. First, he commends him to your noble self.
HASTINGS. What then?
MESSENGER. Then certifies your lordship that this night He dreamt the boar had razed off his helm: Besides, he says there are two councils held; And that may be determin'd at the one Which may make you and him to rue at the other. Therefore he sends to know your lordship's pleasure,— If you will presently take horse with him, And with all speed post with him toward the north, To shun the danger that his soul divines.
HASTINGS. Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord; Bid him not fear the separated councils: His honour and myself are at the one, And at the other is my good friend Catesby; Where nothing can proceed that toucheth us Whereof I shall not have intelligence. Tell him his fears are shallow, without instance: And for his dreams, I wonder he's so simple To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers: To fly the boar before the boar pursues Were to incense the boar to follow us, And make pursuit where he did mean no chase. Go, bid thy master rise and come to me; And we will both together to the Tower, Where, he shall see, the boar will use us kindly.
MESSENGER. I'll go, my lord, and tell him what you say.
CATESBY. Many good morrows to my noble lord!
HASTINGS. Good morrow, Catesby; you are early stirring: What news, what news, in this our tottering state?
CATESBY. It is a reeling world indeed, my lord; And I believe will never stand upright Till Richard wear the garland of the realm.
HASTINGS. How! wear the garland! dost thou mean the crown?
CATESBY. Ay, my good lord.
HASTINGS. I'll have this crown of mine cut from my shoulders Before I'll see the crown so foul misplac'd. But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it?
CATESBY. Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you forward Upon his party for the gain thereof: And thereupon he sends you this good news,— That this same very day your enemies, The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret.
HASTINGS. Indeed, I am no mourner for that news, Because they have been still my adversaries: But that I'll give my voice on Richard's side To bar my master's heirs in true descent, God knows I will not do it to the death.
CATESBY. God keep your lordship in that gracious mind!
HASTINGS. But I shall laugh at this a twelve month hence,— That they which brought me in my master's hate, I live to look upon their tragedy. Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older, I'll send some packing that yet think not on't.
CATESBY. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, When men are unprepar'd and look not for it.
HASTINGS. O monstrous, monstrous! and so falls it out With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: and so 'twill do With some men else that think themselves as safe As thou and I; who, as thou knowest, are dear To princely Richard and to Buckingham.
CATESBY. The princes both make high account of you,—
[Aside.] For they account his head upon the bridge.
HASTINGS. I know they do, and I have well deserv'd it.
Come on, come on; where is your boar-spear, man? Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided?
STANLEY. My lord, good morrow; and good morrow, Catesby:— You may jest on, but, by the holy rood, I do not like these several councils, I.
HASTINGS. My lord, I hold my life as dear as you do yours; And never in my days, I do protest, Was it so precious to me as 'tis now; Think you, but that I know our state secure, I would be so triumphant as I am?
STANLEY. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from London, Were jocund and suppos'd their states were sure,— And they, indeed, had no cause to mistrust; But yet, you see, how soon the day o'ercast! This sudden stab of rancour I misdoubt; Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward. What, shall we toward the Tower? the day is spent.
HASTINGS. Come, come, have with you.—Wot you what, my lord? To-day the lords you talk'd of are beheaded.
STANLEY. They, for their truth, might better wear their heads Than some that have accus'd them wear their hats.— But come, my lord, let's away.
[Enter a Pursuivant.]
HASTINGS. Go on before; I'll talk with this good fellow.
[Exeunt STANLEY and CATESBY.]
How now, sirrah! how goes the world with thee?
PURSUIVANT. The better that your lordship please to ask.
HASTINGS. I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now Than when thou mett'st me last where now we meet: Then was I going prisoner to the Tower, By the suggestion of the queen's allies; But now, I tell thee,—keep it to thyself,— This day those enemies are put to death, And I in better state than e'er I was.
PURSUIVANT. God hold it, to your honour's good content!
HASTINGS. Gramercy, fellow: there, drink that for me.
[Throwing him his purse.]
PURSUIVANT. I thank your honour.
[Enter a PRIEST.]
PRIEST. Well met, my lord; I am glad to see your honour.
HASTINGS. I thank thee, good Sir John, with all my heart. I am in your debt for your last exercise; Come the next Sabbath, and I will content you.
BUCKINGHAM. What, talking with a priest, lord chamberlain! Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest; Your honour hath no shriving work in hand.
HASTINGS. Good faith, and when I met this holy man, The men you talk of came into my mind.— What, go you toward the Tower?
BUCKINGHAM. I do, my lord, but long I cannot stay there; I shall return before your lordship thence.
HASTINGS. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there.
BUCKINGHAM. [Aside.] And supper too, although thou knowest it not.— Come, will you go?
HASTINGS. I'll wait upon your lordship.
SCENE III. Pomfret. Before the Castle.
[Enter RATCLIFF, with Guard, conducting RIVERS, GREY, and VAUGHAN to execution.]
RIVERS. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this,— To-day shalt thou behold a subject die For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.
GREY. God bless the prince from all the pack of you! A knot you are of damned blood-suckers.
VAUGHAN. You live that shall cry woe for this hereafter.
RATCLIFF. Despatch; the limit of your lives is out.
RIVERS. O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison, Fatal and ominous to noble peers! Within the guilty closure of thy walls Richard the Second here was hack'd to death: And, for more slander to thy dismal seat, We give to thee our guiltless blood to drink.
GREY. Now Margaret's curse is fallen upon our heads, When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and I, For standing by when Richard stabb'd her son.
RIVERS. Then curs'd she Richard, then curs'd she Buckingham, Then curs'd she Hastings:—O, remember, God, To hear her prayer for them, as now for us! And for my sister, and her princely sons, Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood, Which, as Thou know'st, unjustly must be spilt.
RATCLIFF. Make haste; the hour of death is expiate.
RIVERS. Come, Grey;—come, Vaughan;—let us here embrace. Farewell, until we meet again in heaven.
SCENE IV. London. A Room in the Tower.
[BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, HASTINGS, the BISHOP of ELY, RATCLIFF, LOVEL, and others sitting at a table: Officers of the Council attending.]
HASTINGS. Now, noble peers, the cause why we are met Is to determine of the coronation. In God's name speak,—when is the royal day?
BUCKINGHAM. Are all things ready for that royal time?
STANLEY. Thery are, and wants but nomination.
ELY. To-morrow, then, I judge a happy day.
BUCKINGHAM. Who knows the lord protector's mind herein? Who is most inward with the noble duke?
ELY. Your grace, we think, should soonest know his mind.
BUCKINGHAM. We know each other's faces: for our hearts, He knows no more of mine than I of yours; Or I of his, my lord, than you of mine.— Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love.
HASTINGS. I thank his grace, I know he loves me well; But for his purpose in the coronation I have not sounded him, nor he deliver'd His gracious pleasure any way therein: But you, my honourable lords, may name the time; And in the duke's behalf I'll give my voice, Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part.
ELY. In happy time, here comes the duke himself.
GLOSTER. My noble lords and cousins all, good morrow. I have been long a sleeper; but I trust My absence doth neglect no great design Which by my presence might have been concluded.
BUCKINGHAM. Had you not come upon your cue, my lord, William Lord Hastings had pronounc'd your part,— I mean, your voice,—for crowning of the king.
GLOSTER. Than my Lord Hastings no man might be bolder; His lordship knows me well and loves me well.— My lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn I saw good strawberries in your garden there: I do beseech you send for some of them.
ELY. Marry, and will, my lord, with all my heart.
GLOSTER. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you.
[Takes him aside.]
Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business, And finds the testy gentleman so hot That he will lose his head ere give consent His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it, Shall lose the royalty of England's throne.
BUCKINGHAM. Withdraw yourself awhile; I'll go with you.
[Exeunt GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM.]
STANLEY. We have not yet set down this day of triumph. To-morrow, in my judgment, is too sudden; For I myself am not so well provided As else I would be, were the day prolong'd.
[Re-enter BISHOP OF ELY.]
ELY. Where is my lord the Duke of Gloster? I have sent for these strawberries.
HASTINGS. His grace looks cheerfully and smooth this morning; There's some conceit or other likes him well When that he bids good morrow with such spirit. I think there's ne'er a man in Christendom Can lesser hide his love or hate than he; For by his face straight shall you know his heart.
STANLEY. What of his heart perceive you in his face By any livelihood he showed to-day?
HASTINGS. Marry, that with no man here he is offended; For, were he, he had shown it in his looks.
[Re-enter GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM.]
GLOSTER. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve That do conspire my death with devilish plots Of damned witchcraft, and that have prevail'd Upon my body with their hellish charms?
HASTINGS. The tender love I bear your grace, my lord, Makes me most forward in this princely presence To doom the offenders: whosoe'er they be. I say, my lord, they have deserved death.
GLOSTER. Then be your eyes the witness of their evil: Look how I am bewitch'd; behold, mine arm Is, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up: And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch, Consorted with that harlot-strumpet Shore, That by their witchcraft thus have marked me.
HASTINGS. If they have done this deed, my noble lord,—
GLOSTER. If!—thou protector of this damned strumpet, Talk'st thou to me of "ifs"?—Thou art a traitor:— Off with his head!—now, by Saint Paul I swear, I will not dine until I see the same.— Lovel and Ratcliff:—look that it be done:— The rest, that love me, rise and follow me.
[Exeunt all except HASTINGS, LOVEL, and RATCLIFF.]
HASTINGS. Woe, woe, for England! not a whit for me; For I, too fond, might have prevented this. Stanley did dream the boar did raze his helm; And I did scorn it, and disdain to fly. Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse did stumble, And started, when he look'd upon the Tower, As loth to bear me to the slaughter-house. O, now I need the priest that spake to me: I now repent I told the pursuivant, As too triumphing, how mine enemies To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd, And I myself secure in grace and favour. O Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse Is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head!
RATCLIFF. Come, come, despatch; the duke would be at dinner: Make a short shrift; he longs to see your head.
HASTINGS. O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! Who builds his hope in air of your good looks Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready, with every nod, to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep.
LOVEL. Come, come, despatch; 'tis bootless to exclaim.
HASTINGS. O bloody Richard!—miserable England! I prophesy the fearfull'st time to thee That ever wretched age hath look'd upon.— Come, lead me to the block; bear him my head: They smile at me who shortly shall be dead.
SCENE V. London. The Tower Walls.
[Enter GLOSTER and BUCKINGHAM in rusty armour, marvellous ill-favoured.]
GLOSTER. Come, cousin, canst thou quake and change thy colour, Murder thy breath in middle of a word, And then again begin, and stop again, As if thou were distraught and mad with terror?
BUCKINGHAM. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian; Speak and look back, and pry on every side, Tremble and start at wagging of a straw, Intending deep suspicion: ghastly looks Are at my service, like enforced smiles; And both are ready in their offices, At any time to grace my stratagems. But what, is Catesby gone?
GLOSTER. He is; and, see, he brings the mayor along.
[Enter the LORD MAYOR and CATESBY.]
BUCKINGHAM. Lord mayor,—
GLOSTER. Look to the drawbridge there!
BUCKINGHAM. Hark! a drum.
GLOSTER. Catesby, o'erlook the walls.
BUCKINGHAM. Lord Mayor, the reason we have sent,—
GLOSTER. Look back, defend thee,—here are enemies.
BUCKINGHAM. God and our innocency defend and guard us!
GLOSTER. Be patient; they are friends,—Ratcliff and Lovel.
[Enter LOVEL and RATCLIFF, with HASTINGS' head.]
LOVEL. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor, The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings.
GLOSTER. So dear I lov'd the man that I must weep. I took him for the plainest harmless creature That breath'd upon the earth a Christian; Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded The history of all her secret thoughts: So smooth he daub'd his vice with show of virtue That, his apparent open guilt omitted,— I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife,— He liv'd from all attainder of suspects.