« EdellinenJatka »
Oxf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words. • Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune.
[Exeunt Oxf. and Som., guarded. Q. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous world, * To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. *K. Edw. Is proclamation made,—that who finds
Edward, * Shall have a high reward, and he his life?
* Glo. It is; and lo, where youthful Edward comes.
Enter Soldiers, with PRINCE EDWARD. * K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant ; let us hear him
speak. * What! can so young a thorn begin to prick ? • Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, • For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, * And all the trouble thou hast turned me to ?
Prince. Speak like a subject, proud, ambitious York! Suppose that I am now my father's mouth ; Resign thy chair, and, where I stand, kneel thou, Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee, Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.
Q. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so resolved !
• Glo. That you might still have worn the petticoat, And ne'er have stolen the breech from Lancaster.
Prince. Let Æsop' fable in the winter's night; His currish riddles sort not with this place.
Glo. By Heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that word. Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men. Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive scold. Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crook-back
rather. · K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your
tongue. Clar. Untutored lad, thou art too malapert. Prince. I know my duty; you are all undutiful.
The prince calls Richard Æsop for his crookedness; and the Poet, following nature, makes Richard highly incensed at the reproach.
Lascivious Edward,--and thou perjured George,
[Stabs him. * Glo. Sprawl'st thou ? take that, to end thy agony.
[Glo. stabs him. * Cla. And there's for twitting me with perjury.
[Cla. stabs him. Q. Mar. O, kill me too! Glo. Marry, and shall.
[Offers to kill her. • K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done
too much. Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with
words? K. Edw. What! doth she swoon ? use means for
Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother. • I'll hence to London on a serious matter ; • Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.
Clar. What? what?
[Exit. • Q. Mar. O, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother,
boy! • Canst thou not speak ?-O traitors ! murderers ! They that stabbed Cæsar, shed no blood at all, Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame, * If this foul deed were by, to equal it. • He was a man ; this, in respect, a child ; And men ne'er spend their fury on a child. • What's worse than murderer, that I may name it? * No, no; my heart will burst, an if I speak ;* And I will speak, that so my heart may burst. * Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals ! * How sweet a plant have you untimely cropped !
1 That is, “thou who art the likeness,” &c. The old copies describe Edward as striking the first blow, and Gloster the next; and this is according to history, which informs us that Edward smote the prince with his gauntlet, on which the rest despatched him.
• You have no children, butchers ! if you had, • The thought of them would have stirred up remorse ; But if you ever chance to have a child, Look in his youth to have him so cut off, · As, deathsmen! you have rid" this sweet young
prince! K. Edw. Away with her ; go, bear her hence per
force. Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence ; despatch me
here; Here sheath thy sword; I'll pardon thee my death. What! wilt thou not ?—Then, Clarence, do it thou.
Clar. By Heaven, I will not do thee so much ease. Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do ; sweet Clarence, do
thou do it. Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear I would not
do it? Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself; 'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity. • What! wilt thou not? Where is that devil's butcher, Hard-favored Richard ? Richard, where art thou ? Thou art not here. Murder is thy alms-deed; Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put’st back. K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her
hence. Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this prince !
[Exit, led out forcibly. K. Edw. Where's Richard gone ?
· Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guess, To make a bloody supper in the Tower. K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his
head. • Now march we hence; discharge the common sort · With pay and thanks, and let's away to London, • And see our gentle queen how well she fares; • By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. [Exeunt.
1 To rid is to cut off, to destroy.
SCENE VI. London. A Room in the Tower.
King HENRY is discovered sitting with a book in his
hand, the Lieutenant attending. Enter GLOSTER. Glo. Good day, my lord. What, at your book so
hard ? K. Hen. Ay, my good lord. My lord, I should say
rather ; 'Tis sin to flatter; good was little better : Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike, * And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord. * Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves; we must confer.
[Exit Lieutenant. *K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the
wolf: * So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, * And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.What scene of death hath Roscius now to act ?
Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
• K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in a bush, · With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush; And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye, Where my poor young was limed, was caught, and
killed. • Glo. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete, • That taught his son the office of a fowl ? • And yet, for all
his wings, the fool was drowned.
Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words !
1 To misdoubt is to suspect danger, to fear.
Than can my ears that tragic history.-
· Glo. Think'st thou I am an executioner?
K. Hen. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art;
Glo. Thy son I killed for his presumption.
didst presume, Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine. • And thus I prophesy,—that many a thousand, • Which now inistrust no parcel' of my fear; • And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's, • And many an orphan's water-standing eye, · Men for their sons, wives for their husbands' fate, . And orphans for their parents' timeless death, • Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born. The owl shrieked at thy birth, an evil sign; · The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time; Dogs howled, and hideous tempests shook down trees; The raven rooked? her on the chimney's top, And chattering pies in dismal discords sung. Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope ; • To wit,-an indigest, deformed lump, Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree. Teeth hadst thou in thy head, when thou wast born, To signify,—thou cam'st to bite the world; And, if the rest be true which I have heard, • Thou cam'st Glo. I'll hear no more :-Die, prophet, in thy speech.
[Stabs him. For this, amongst the rest, was I ordained. K. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter after
this. O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! [Dies.
1 Who suspect no part of what my fears presage.
2 To rook, or ruck, is to cower down like a bird at roost or on its nest. The word is of very ancient use in our language.