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Riv. By heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging | If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us ;hate ;

Of you, lord Rivers, and lord Grey, of you, And with my hand I seal my true heart's love. That all without desert have frown'd on me ;

Hast. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like! Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen ; indeed, of all, K. Edw. Take heed, you dally not before your I do not know that Englishman alive, king;

With whom my soul is any jot at odds, Lest he, that is the supreme King of kings, More than the infant that is born to-night ; Confound your hidden falsehood,

and award I thank my God for my humility. Either of you to be the other's end.

Q. Eliz. A holy-day shall this be kept hereafter :Hast. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love! I would to God, all strifes were well compounded. Riv. And I, as I love Hastings with my heart! My sovereign lord, I do beseech your highness K. Edw. Madam, yourself are not exempt in To take our brother Clarence to your grace. this,

Glo. Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this, Nor your son Dorset, - Buckingham, nor you ;- To be so flouted in this royal presence ? You have been factious one against the other. Who knows not, that the gentle duke is dead? Wife, love lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand ;

(They all start. And what you do, do it unfeignedly.

You do him injury, to scorn his corse. Q. Eliz. There, Hastings ; — I will never more K. Edw. Who knows not, he is dead! who knows remember

he is? Our former hatred, so thrive I, and mine!

Q. Eliz. All-seeing heaven, what a world is this! K. Edw. Dorset, embrace him, Hastings, love Buck. Look I so pale, lord Dorset, as the rest? lord marquis.

Dor. Ay, my good lord ? and no man in the Dor. This interchange of love, I here protest,

presence, Upon my part shall be inviolable.

But his red colour bath forsook his cheeks. Hast. And so swear I. (Embraces DORSET. K. Edw. Is Clarence dead? the order was reK. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou

vers'd. this league

Glo. But he, poor man, by your first order died, With thy embracements to my wife's allies, And that a winged Mercury did bear ; And make me happy in your unity.

Some tardy cripple bore the countermand, Buck. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate That came too lag to see him buried :Upon your grace, (to the Queen.) but with all God grant, that some, less noble, and less loyal, duteous love

Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood, Doth cherish you, and yours, God punish me Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did, With hate in those where I expect most love ! And yet go curtent from suspicion ! When I have most need to employ a friend, And most assured that he is a friend,

Enter STANLEY. Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile, Stan: A booni, my sovereign, for my service done! Be he unto me! this do I beg of heaven,

K. Édw. I pr’ythee, peace; my soul is full of When I am cold in love, to you, ot yours.

[Embracing Rivers, fc. Stan. I will not rise, unless your highness hear me X. Edw. A pleasing cordial, princely Bucking- X. Edw. Then say at once, what is it thou ham,

request'st. Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart.

Stan. The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life; There wanteth now our brother Gloster here, Who slew to-day a riotous gentleman, To make the blessed period of this peace.

Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk. Duck. And, in good time, here comes the noble X. Edw. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's duke.

death,

And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave ? Enter GLOSTER.

My brother kill'd no man, his fault was thought, Glo. Good morrow to my sovereign king, and And yet his punishment was bitter death. queen;

Who syed to me for him? who, in my wrathy And, princely peers, a happy time of day! Kneel'd at my feet, and bade me be advis'd? K. Edw. Happy, indeed, as we have spent the Who spoke of brotherhood ? who spoke of love? day:

Who told me, how the poor soul did forsake Brother, we have done deeds of charity;

The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me? Made peace of enmity, fair lote of hate,

Who told me in the field at Tewksbury, Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers. When Oxford had me down, he rescu'd me,

Glo. A blessed labour, my most sovereign liege. And said, Dear brother, live, and be a king? Among this princely heap, if any here,

Who told me, when we both lay in the field, By false intelligence, or wrong surmise,

Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me Hold me a foe;

Even in his garments; and did give himself, If I unwittingly, or in my rage,

All thin and naked, to the numb-cold night? Have aught committed that is hardly borne All this from my remembrance brutish wrath By any in this presence, I desire

Sinfully pluck'd, and not a man of you To reconcile me to his friendly peace:

Had so much grace to put it in my mind. "Tis death to me, to be at enmity ;

But, when your carters, or your waiting-vassals

, I hate it, and desire all good men's love.

Have done a drunken slaughter, and defac'd First, madam, I entreat true peace of you, The precious image of our dear Redeemer, Which I will purchase with my duteous service ;- You straight are on your knees for pardon, pardoo; Of you, my noble cousin Buckingtiam,

And I, unjustly too, must grant it you:

sorrow

But for my brother, not a man would speak, Duch. What means this scene of rude impatience ? Nor I (ungracious) speak unto myself

Q. Eliz. To make an act of tragick violence :For him, poor soul. - The proudest of you all Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead. Have been beholden to him in his life ;

Why grow the branches, when the root is gone? Yet none of you would once plead for his life. - Why wither not the leaves, that want their sap ? O God! I fear, thy justice will take hold

If you will live, lament; if die, be brief ; On me, and you, and mine, and yours, for this. That our swift-winged souls may catch the king's; Come, Hastings, help me to my closet. 0, Or, like obedient subjeets, follow him Poor Clarence!

To his new kingdom of perpetual rest. (Eseunt King, QUEEN, HASTINGS, RIVERS, Duch. Ah, so much interest have I in thy sorrow, DORSET, and Grey.

As I had title in thy noble husband ! Glo. This is the fruit of rashness ! -Mark'd you I have bewept a worthy husband's death, not,

And liv'd by looking on his images : How that the guilty kindred of the queen

But now, two mirrors of his princely semblanco Look'd pale, when they did hear of Clarence' death ? Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death ; 0! they did urge it still unto the king :

And I for comfort have but one false glass, God will revenge it. Come, lords; will you go, That grieves me when I see my shame in hinn. To comfort Edward with our company ?

Thou art a widow ; yet thou art a mother, ! Buck. We wait upon your grace. (Exeunt. And hast the comfort of thy children left thee:

But death hath snatch'd my husband from my arms, SCENE II. –The same.

And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands,

Clarence and Edward. O, what cause have I, Enter the DUCHESS OF York, with a Son and Daughter of. CLARENCE.

(Thine being but a moiety of my grief,)

To over-go thy plaints, and drown thy cries ? Son. Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead ?

Son. Ah, aunt! you wept not for our father's Duch. No, boy.

death; Daugh. Why, do you weep so oft? and beat your How can we aid you with our kindred tears ? breast;

Daugh, Our fatherless distress was left unmoun'd, And cry – Clarence, my unhappy son !

Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept ! Sim. Why do you look on us, and shake your Q. Elit. Give me no help in lamentation, head,

I am not barren to bring forth laments : And call us orphans, wretches, cast-aways, All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, If that our noble father be alive?

That I, being governd by the watry moon, Duch. My pretty cousins, you mistake me both; May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! I do lament the sickness of the king,

Ah, for my husband, for my dear lord Edward ! As loath to lose him, not your father's death ;

Chil. Ah, for our father, for our dear lord Clarence. It were lost sorrow to wail one that's lost.

Duch. Alas, for both, both mine, Edward and Son. Then, grandam, you conclude that he is dead.

Clarence ! The king my uncle is to blame for this :

Q. Elix. What stay had I, but Edward ? and he's God will revenge it; whom I will importune

gone. With earnest prayers all to that effecto

Chił. What stay had we, but Clarence ? and he's Daugh. And so will I.

gone. Duck. Peace, children, peace! the king doth love Duch. What stays had I, but they ? and they are you well :

gone. Incapable and shallow innocents,

Q. Eliz. Was never widow, had so dear a lose. You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death. Chil. Were never orphans, had so dear a 1068. Son. Grandam, we can : for my good uncle Duch. Was never mother, had so dear a loss. Gloster

Alas! I am the mother of these griets ;
Told me, the king, provok'd to't by the queen, Their woes are parcell'd, mine are general.
Devis’d impeachments to imprison him :

She for an Edward weeps, and so do I;
And when my uncle told me so, he wept,

I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she :
And pitied me, and kindly kiss'd my cheek ; These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I:
Bade me rely on him, as on my father,

I for an Edward weep, so do not they :
And he would love me dearly as his child.

Alas! you three, on me, threefold distress'd, Duch. Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle Pour all your tears, I am your sorrow's nurse, shapes,

And I will pamper it with lamentations. And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice!

Dor. Comfort, dear mother : God is much disHe is my son, ay, and therein my shame,

pleas'd, Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit. That you take with unthankfulness his doing; Son. Think you, my uncle did dissemble, grandam? In common worldly things, 'tis call'd- ungrateful, Duch. Ay, boy.

With dull unwillingness to repay a debt,
Son. I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this? Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent ;
Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, distractedly; Rivers and For it requires the royal debt it lent you.

Much more to be thus opposite with heaven,
DORSET following her.

Riv. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother, & Eliz. Ah! who shall hinder me to wail and of the young prince your son: send straight for weep?

him, To chide my fortune, and torment myself? Let him be crown'd; in him your comfort lives : I'll join with black despair against my soul, Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave, And to myself become an enemy:

And plant your joys in living Edward's tirone.

2

Enter Gloster, BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, HASTINGS,

1 Cit.

Yes; the king's dead. • RATCLIFF, and others.

2 Cit. Ill news, by'r lady; seldom comes the

better :
Glo. Sister, have comfort: all of us have cause I fear, I fear, 'twill prove a giddy world.
To wail the dimming of our shining star ;*
But none can cure their harms by wailing them.

Enter another Citizen.
Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy,

3 Cit. Neighbours, God speed ! I did not see your grace : - Humbly on my knee 1 Cit.

Give you good mortow, sir. I crave your blessing.

3 Cit. Doth the news hold of good king Edward's Duck. God bless thee ; and put meekness in thy

death? breast,

2 Cit. Ay, sir, it is too true ; God help, the while! Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!

3 Cit. Then, masters, look to see a troublous Glo. Amen; and make me die a good old man !

world. That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing ;

i Cit. No, no; by God's good grace, his son shall I marvel, that her grace did leave it out.

(Aside.

reign. Buck. You cloudy princes, and heart-sorrowing 3 Cit. Woe to that land, that's govern'd by a child! peers,

2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government; That bear this mutual heavy load of moan, That, in his nonage, council under him, Now cheer each other in each other's love :

And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself, Though we have spent our harvest of this king, No doubt, shall then, and till then, govern well. We are to reap the harvest of his son.

1 Cit. So stood the state, when Henry the Sixth The broken rancour of your high swoln hearts, Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old. But lately splinted, knit and join'd together, 3 Cit. Stood the state so ? no, no, good friends, Must gently be preserv'd, cherish'd, and kept :

God wot;
Me seemeth good, that, with some little train, For then this land was famously enrich'd
Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be fetch'd With politick grave counsel; then the king
Hither to London, to be crown's our king.

Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace.
Riv. Why with some little train, my lord of 1 Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father and
Buckingham ?

mother. Buck. Marry, my lord, lest by a multitude, 3 Cit. Better it were, they all came by his father The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out; Or, by his father, there were none at all : Which would be so much the more dangerous, For emulation now, who shall be nearest, By how much the estate is green, and yet un. Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not. govern'd :

O, full of danger is the duke of Gloster ; Where every horse bears his commanding rein, And the queen's sons, and brothers, haught and And may direct his course as please himself,

proud : As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent, And were they to be rul’d, and not to rule, In my opinion, ought to be prevented.

This sickly land might solace as before. Glo. I hope, the king made peace with all of us; i Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will And the compact is firm, and true, in me.

be well. Riv. And so in me; and so, I think, in all : 3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wise men put on Yet, since it is but green, it should be put

their cloaks ; To no apparent likelihood of breach,

When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; 1 Which, haply, by much company might he urg'd : When the sun sets, who doth not look for night? Therefore I say, with noble Buckingham,

Untimely storms make men expect a dearth : That it is meet so few should fetch the prince. All may be well ; but, if God sort it so, Hast. And so say I.

'Tis more than we deserve, or I espect. Glo. Then be it so; and go we to determine 2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear : Who they shall be that straight shall post to Ludlow. You cannot reason almost with a man

and you my mother, — will you go That looks not heavily, and full of dread. To give your censures in this weighty business ? 3 Cit. Before the days of change, still is it so :

Exeunt all but Buckingham and GLOSTER. By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust
Buck. My lord, whoever journeys to the prince, Ensuing danger ; as, by proof, we see
For God's sake, let not us two stay at home : The water swell before a boist'rous storm.
For, by the way, I'll sort occasion,

But leave it all to God. Whither away?
As index to the story we late talk'd of,

2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the justices To part the queen's proud kindred from the prince. 3 Cit. And so was I; I'll bear you company.

Glo. My other self, my counsel's consistory,
My oracle, my prophet! - My dear cousin,
I, as a child, will go by thy direction.

SCENE IV. - The same. A Room in the PalaceTowards Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind.

[Exeunt.

Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF York, the young Doks of

York, Queen ELIZABETH, and the Duchess of
SCENE III. - The same. A Street.

YORK.
Enter two Citizens, meeting.

Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Stony

Stratford ; 1 Cit. Good morrow, neighbour : Whither away and at Northampton they do rest to-night : so fast?

To-morrow, or next day, they will be here. 2 Cit. I promise you, I scarcely know myself: Duch. I long with all my heart to see the price Hear you the news abroad?

I hope, he is much grown since last I saw bùn.

Madam,

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Q. Eliz. But I hear, no; they say, my son of York Mess. Such news, my lord,
Hath almost over-ta'en him in his growth.

As grieves me to unfold.
York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so. Q. Eliz.

How dotli

' the prince ? Duch. Why, my young cousin ? it is good to Mess. Well, madam, and in health. grow.

Duch.

What is thy news ? York. Grandam, one night, as we did sit at Mess. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, are sent to supper,

Pomfret,
My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow

With them sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.
More than my brother ; Ay, quoth my uncle Gloster, Duch. Who hath committed them ?
Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace :

Mess.

The mighty dukes, And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, Gloster and Buckingham. Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make Q. Eliz.

For what offence ? haste.

Mess. The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd; Duch. 'Good faith, 'good faith, the saying did Why, or for what, the nobles were committed, not hold

Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady. In him that did object the same to thee :

Q. Eliz. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house !
He was the wretched'st thing, when he was young, The tiger now hath seiz’d the gentle hind ;
So long a growing, and so leisurely,

Insulting tyranny begins to jut
That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious. Upon the innocent and awless throne : -
Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre !
madam.

I see, as in a map, the end of all.
Duch. I hope, he is; but yet let mothers doubt. Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days !
York. Now, by my troth, if I had been remem- How many of you have mine eyes beheld ?
ber'd,

My husband lost his life to get the crown ; I could have given my uncle's grace a fout, And often up and down my sons were tost, To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd mine. For me to joy, and weep, their gain, and loss : Duch. How, my young York ? I pr’ythee, let me And being seated, and domestick broils hear it.

Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors, York. Marry, they say, my uncle grew so fast, Make war upon themselves; brother to brother, That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old; Blood to blood, self 'gainst self: - 0, preposterous 'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. And frantick courage, end thy damned spleen : Grandam, this would have been a biting jest. Or let me die, to look on death no more! Duch. I pr’ythee, pretty York, who told thee this? Q. Eliz. Come, come, my boy, we will to sancYork. Grandam, his nurse.

tuary. Duch. His nurse! why, she was dead ere thou Madam, farewell. wast born.

Duch.

Stay, I will go with you. York. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told me. Q. Eliz. You have no cause. Eliz. A parlous boy : Go to, you are too Arch.

My gracious lady, go, shrewd.

[To the QUEEN. Arch. Good madam, be not angry with the child. And thither bear your treasure and your goods. Q. Eliz. Pitchers have ears.

For my part, I'll resign unto your grace

The seal I keep; And so betide to me,
Enter a Messenger.

As well I tender you, and all of yours !
Arch.
Here comes a messenger :

Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary. (Exeunt. What news?

ACT III.

SCENE I. - The same. A Street. Those uncles, which you want, were dangerous ;

Your grace attended to their sugar'd words, The trumpets sound. Enter the Prince of Wales, But look'd not on the poison of their bearts :

GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, CARDINAL BOUBCHIER, God keep you from them, and from such false and others.

friends! Buck. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your Prince. God keep me from false friends! but chamber.

they were none. Gle. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sove- Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to reign :

greet you. The weary way hath made you melancholy. Prince. No, uncle; but our crosses on the way

Enter the Lord Mayor, and his Train. Hare made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy : May. God bless your grace with health and I want more uncles here to welcome me.

happy days! Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your Prince. I thank you, good my lord; —and thank years

(Exeunt Mayor, &c. Hath not yet dir'd into the world's deceit :

I thought, my mother, and my brother York, No more can you distinguish of a man,

Would long ere this have met us on the way: Than of his outward show; which, God he knows, Fye, what å slug is Hastings ! that he comes not Seldon, or never, jumpeth with the heart. To tell us, whether they will come, or no.

you all.

now.

With what his valour did enrich his wit,
Enter HASTINGS.

His wit set down to make his valour live : Buck. And in good time, here comes the sweating Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; lord.

For now he lives in fame, though not in life. Prince. Welcome, my lord : What, will our mo I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham. ther come?

Buck. What, my gracious lord ?
Hast. On what occasion, God he knows, not I, Prince. An if I live until I be a man,
The queen your mother, and your brother York, I'll win our ancient right in France again,
Have taken sanctuary: The tender prince

Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king.
Would fain have come with me to meet your grace, Glo. Short summers lightly have a forward spring.
But by his mother was perforce withheld.

(Aside. Buck. Fye! what an indirect and peevish course Is this of hers ? — Lord cardinal, will your grace

Enter York, HASTINGS, and the CARDINAL. Persuade the queen to send the duke of York Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke Unto his princely brother presently?

of York, If she deny, -lord Hastings, go with him,

Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce.

brother? Card. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak York. Well, my dread lord ; so must I call you

oratory Can from his mother win the duke of York,

Prince. Ay, brother ; to our grief, as it is yours: Anon expect him here : But if she be obdurate Too late he died, that might have kept that title, To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid

Which by his death hath lost much majesty. We should infringe the holy privilege

Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York? Of blessed sanctuary ! not for all this land,

York. I thank you, gentle uncle. 0, my lord, Would I be guilty of so deep á sin.

You said, that idle weeds are fast in growth: Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord, The prince my brother hath outgrown me far. Too ceremonious, and traditional :

Glo. He hath, my lord. Weigh it but with the grossness of this age,

York.

And therefore is he idle? You break not sanctuary in seizing him.

Glo. O, my fair cousin, I must not say so. The benefit thereof is always granted

York. Then is he more beholden to you, than I To those whose dealings have deserv'd the place, Glo. He may command me, as my sovereign ; And those who have the wit to claim the place : But you have power in me, as in a kinsman. This prince hath neither claim'd it, nor deserv'd it; York. I pray you, uncle, then, give me this And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it :

dagger. Then, taking him from thence, that is not there, Glo. My dagger, little cousin? with all my heart You break no privilege nor charter there.

Prince. A beggar, brother? Oft have I heard of sanctuary men;

York. Of my kind uncle, that I know will give; But sanctuary children ne'er till now.

And, being but a toy, which is no grief to give. Card. My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for Glo. A greater gift than that I'll

give my cousin.

York. A greater gift! O, that's the sword to it? Come on, lord Hastings, will you go with me? Glo. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough. Hast. I go, my lord.

York. O then, I see, you'll part but with light gifts; Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy haste In weightier things you'll say a beggar, nay. you may.

Glo. It is too weighty for your grace to wear. [Exeunt CARDINAL and HASTINGS. York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier. Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come,

Glo. What, would you have my weapon, Little Where shall we sojourn till our coronation ?

lord ? Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal self, York. I would, that I might thank you as you If I may counsel you, some day, or two,

call me. Your highness shall repose you at the Tower :

Glo. How? Then where you please, and shall be thought most fit York. Little. For your best health and recreation.

Prince. My lord of York will still be cross in Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place: Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord ? Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him.

Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place; York. You mean, to bear me, not to bear with Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified.

Prince. Is it upon record ? or else reported Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me; Successively from age to age, he built it?

Because that I am little, like an ape, Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord.

He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders. Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register'd; Buck. With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons Methinks, the truth should live from age to age, To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle, As 'twere retail'd to all posterity,

He prettily and aptly taunts himself : Even to the general all-ending day.

So cunning, and so young, is wonderful. Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live Glo. My gracious lord, will't please you pass long.

[Aside.

along? Prince. What say you, uncle?

Myself, and my good cousin Buckingham, Glo. I say, without characters, fame lives long. Will to your mother ; to entreat of her, Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity,

To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you. I moralize two meanings in one word.

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York. What, will you go unto the Tower, may Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man :

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