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| By false intelligence, or wrong surmise
Hold me a foe;
If I unwittingly, or in my rage,
Have aught committed that is hardly borte
By any in this presence, I desire
ELIZABETH, DORSET, RIVERS, HASTINGS, 'Tis death to me, to be at enmity;
I hate it, and desire all good men's lore.
First, madam, I entreat true peace of you, K. Edw. Wby so :--now have I done a good which I will purchase with my duteous ser day's work ;-
vice; You peers, continue this united league :
of you, my poble consin Buckingham, I every day expect an embassage
If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us ; From my Redeemer to redeem me bence ;
of you, lord Rivers, and lord Grey, of you; And more in peace my soul shall part to hea. That all without desert have frown'd on me ; ven,
Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen ; indeed of Since I have made my friends at peace on
I do not know that Englishman alive, Rivers and Hastings, take each other's hand; I with whom my soul is any jot at odds, Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love. More than the infant that is born to-night : Riv. By heaven, my soul is purg'd from I thank my God for my humility. grudging hate;
Q. Eliz. A boly-day shall this be kept bere. And with my hand I seal my true heart's
I would to God, all strifes were well comHast, So thrive I, as I truly swear the like!
pounded.K. Edw. Take heed, you dally not before My sovereign lord, I do beseech your bighness your king;
To take our brother Clarence to your grace. Lest be, that is the supreme King of kings,
Glo. Why, madam, have I offer'd love for Confound your bidden falsehood, and award
this, Either of you to be the other's end.
To be so flouted in this royal presence ? Hast. So prosper I, 25 I swear perfect love! Who knows not, that the gentle duke is dead ? Riv. And I, as I love Hastings with my
[They all start. heart !
You do him injury to scorn his corse. K. Edw. Madam, yourself are not exempt in K. Edw, who knows not he is dead! who this,
knows he is 1 Nor your son Dorset,-Buckingbam, nor you; Q. Eliz. All-seeing heaven, what a world is You bave been factious one against the other.
this! Wife, love lord Hastings, let him kiss your Buck. Look Iso pale, lord Dorset, as the band;
rest? And what you do, do it unfeignedly,
Dor. Ay, my good lord : and no man in the Q. Eliz. There, Hastings ; – I will never more
But his red colour bath forsook bis cheeks. Our former hatred, so thrive I and mine ! K. Edw. Is Clarence dead! the order was K. Edw. Dorset, embrace bim,--Hastings,
revers'd. love lord marquis.
Glo. But he, poor man, by your first order Dor. This interchange of love, I here protest,
died, Upon my part shall be inviolable.
And that a winged Mercury did bear; Hast. And so swear I.
Some tardy cripple bore the countermand,
[Embraces DORSET. That came too lag to see him buried :K. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, seal God grant that some, less noble, and less thou this league
loyal, With thy embracements tu my wife's allies, Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood, And make me happy in your unity.
Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence Buck. Whenever Buckingbam doth turn bis
And yet go current from suspicion. Upon your grace, (To the QUEEN.) but with all duteous love
Enter STANLEY. Doth cherish you and your's, God punish me Stan. A boon my sovereign, for my service With hate in those where I expect most love!
done! When I have most need to employ a friend, K. Edw. 1 pr’ythee, peace ; my soul is full of And most assured that he is a friend,
sorrow. Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile, Stan. I will not rise, unless your highness Be he unto me! this do I beg of beaven,
hear me. When I am cold in love, to you, or your's.
K. Edw. Then say at once, what is it tuoa [Embracing RIVERS, &c.
request'st. K. Edw. A pleasing cordial, princely Buck Stan. The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's ingham,
life; Is tbis thy vow unto my sickly beart.
Who slew to-day a riotous gentleman, There wanteth now our brother Gloster here, Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk. To make the blessed period of this peace.
K. Edw. Have I a tongue to doom my broBuck. And, in good time, here comes the no
ther's death, ble duke.
And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave!
My brother kill'd no man, his fault was Enter GLOSTER.
thought, Glo. Good-morrow to my sovereign king and And yet his punishment was bitter death. queen ;
Who sued to me for him ? who, in my wratlı, And, princely peers, a bappy time of day! Kneel'd at my feet, and bade me be advis'd? K. Edw. Happy, indeed, as we have spent Who spoke of brotherhood ? who spoke of th: day :
love ? Brother, we have done deeds of charity ;
Who told me, how the poor soul did forsake Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate,
The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me? Bctween these swelling wrong-incensed peers. Who told me, in the field at Tewksbury, Glo. A blessed labour, my most sovereign When Oxford had me down, he rescued me, 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,
Frozen alınost to death, how he did lap me
Duch. Ay, boy. Even in his garments; and did give himself, Son. I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is All thin and naked, to the numb-cold night!
this! All this from my remembrance brutish wrath
Enter Queen ELIZABETH distractedy ; RIVERS Siufully pluck'd, and not a man of you
and DORSET, following her. Had so much grace to put it in my mind. But when your carters, or your waiting-vas. Q. Elis. Ah! who shall hinder me to wail sals,
and weep? Have done a drunken slaughter, and defac'd To chide my fortune, and tornent myself 1 The precious image of our dear Redeemer, Il'll join with black despair against my soul, You straight are on your knees for pardon, And to myself become an enerny. pardon ;
Duch. What means this scene of rude impaAnd I, unjustly too, must grant it you:
tience ? But for my brother, not a man would speak,
Q. Eliz. To make an act of tragic violence : Nor 1 (ungracious) speak unto myself
Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead. For hiin, poor soul. The proudest of you all Why grow the branches, when the root is gone? Have been beholden to him in his life.
Wby wither not the leaves, that want their Yet none of you would once plead for his life.
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 your's, for | That our swift-winged souls may catch the this.
king's; Come, Hastings, help me to my closet. 0 Or, like obedient subjects, follow him Poor Clarence !
To his new kingdom of perpetual rest. (Exeunt KING, QUEEN, HASTINGS, RIVERS, Duch. Ah! so much interest have I in thy DORSET, and GREY.
sorrow, Glo. This is the fruit of rashness !-Mark'd As I had title in thy noble husband ! you not,
I have bewept a worthy husband's death. How that the guilty kindred of the queen
And liv'd by looking on his images : Look'd pale, when they did hear of Clarence' But now two mirrors of his princely semblance deatb 1
Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death, Oh ! they did urge it still unto the king :
And I for coinfort have but one false glass. God will revenge it. Come, lords; will you that grieves me when I see my shame in him.
Thou art a widow ; yet thou art a mother, To comfort Edward with your company
And hast the counfort of thy childreu left thee : Buck. We wait upou our grace.
But death hath snatch'd my husband from my (Eseunt.
And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble SCENE 11.-The same.
Clarence and Edward. Oh ! what cause have I. Enter the Duchess of York, with a Son and
(Thine being but a moiety of my grief,) DAUGHTER of Clarence.
To over-go thy plaints, and drown thy cries ! Son. Good grandam, tell us, is our father Son. Ah ! aunt, you wept not for our father's dead 1
death ; Duch. No, boy.
How can we aid you with our kindred tears? Daugh. Why do you weep so oft ? and beat Daugh. Our fatherless distress was left unyonr breast;
moan'd And cry-O Clarence, my unhappy son ! Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept ! Sor. Why do you look on us, and shake your Q. Eliz. Give me no belp in lamentation, bead,
I ain not barren to bring forth laments : Aud call us--orphans, wretches, cast-aways, All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, If that our noble father be alive?
That I, being govern'd by the watery moon, Duch. My pretty cousius, you mistake me May send forth plenteous tears to drown the both;
world! I do lainent the sickness of the king,
Ah ! for my husband, for my dear lord Ed. As loath to lose him, not your father's death ;
ward ! It were lost sorrow, to wail one that's lost.
Chil. Ah ! for our father, for our dear lord Son. Then, grandam, you conclude that he is
Clarence ! dead.
Duch. Alas ! for both, both mive, Edward and The king my uncle is to blame for this :
Clarence ! God will revenge it ; whom I will iinportune Q. Eliz. What stay had I, but Edward ? and With earnest prayers all to that effect.
he's gone. Daugh. And so will I.
Chil. What stay had we, but Clarence ? and Duch. Peace, children, peace! the king doth
he's gone. love you well :
Duch. What stays bad I, but they ? and they Incapable and shallow innocents,
are gone. You cannot guess who caus'd your father's Q. Eliz. Was never widow, had so dear a death.
loss. Son. Grandam, we can : for my good uncle Chil. Were Dever orphans, bad so dear a Gloster
loss. Told me, the king, provok'd to't by the queen, Duch. Was never mother had so dear a loss. Devis'd impeachments to imprison him;.
Alas! I am the mother of these griefs ; And when my uncle told me so, he wept,
Their woes are parcell'd, mine are general. And pitied me, and kindly kiss'd my cheek ; Sbe for an Edward weeps, and so do I; Bade me rely on him, as on my father,
I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she : And he would love me dearly as his child. These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I: Duch. Ah ! that deceit should steal such gen-for an Edward weep, so do not they :tle sbapes,
Alas! you three, on me, threefold distress'd, And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice!
Pour all your tears, I am your sorrow's nurse. He is my son, ay, and therein my sbame, And I will painper it with lamentations. Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit.
Dor. Comfort, dear mother; God is much Son. Think you, my uncle did dissemble,
That you take with unthankfulness his doing :
tu common worldly things, 'tis call'd-ungrate. | For, by the way, I'll sort occasion, ful,
As index to the story we late talk'd of, With dull unwillingness to repay a debt,
To part the queen's proud kindred from tho Which with a bounteous band was kindly lent;
prince. Much more to be tbus opposite with heaven, Glo. My other self, my counsel's cousistory, For it requires the royal debt it lent you.
My oracle, my propbet |--My dear cousin, Riv. Madam, bethink you, like a careful II, as a child, will go by thy direction. motber,
Towards Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind. of the young prince your son : send straight
(Ereunt. for bim, Let him be crown'd; in him your comfort SCENE 111.—The same.- A Street,
lives Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's
Enter two CITIZENS, meeting. grave, And plant your joys in living Edward's throne. 1 Cit. Good morrow, neighbour : Whither away
so fast? Enter GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, 2 Cit. I promise you, I scarcely know niy. HASTINGS, RATCLIFF, and others.
Hear you the news abroad Glo. Sister, have comfort : all of us have
i Cit. Yes; the king's dead. cause
2 Cit. Mi news, by'r lady; seldom comes the To wail the dimming of our shining star ;
better : But none can cure their harms by wailing
nang 1 fear, I fear, 'twill prove a giddy world. them. Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy,
Enter another CITIZEN. I did not see your grace :-Humbly on my knee
3 Cit. Neighbours, God speed! I crave your blessing.
1 Cit. Give you good morrow, Sir. Duch. God bless thoe ; and put meekness in 3 Cit. Doth the news hold of good king Ed. thy breast,
ward's death ? Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!
2 Cit. Ay, Sir, it is too true; God help, the Glo. Amen ; and make me die a good old
while ! mani
3 Cit. Then, masters, look to see a troublous That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing;
[Aside. i Cit. No, no; by God's good grace, his son I marvel, that her grace did leave it out.
shall reign. Buck. You cloudy princes, and heart sorrow. 3 Cit. Woe to that land, that's govern'd by a ing peers,
child ! That bear this mutual heavy load of moan,
2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government ; Now cheer each other in each other's love : That, in his nonage, + council under bim, Though we have spent our barvest of this And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself, king,
No doubt, shall then, and till then, govern We are to reap the harvest of his son.
well, Tbe broken rancour of your high-swolu hearts, i Crt. So stood the state, when Henry the But lately splinted, knit, and join'd together,
sixth Must gently be preserv'd, cherisb'd, and kept : Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old. Me seernetb good, that with some little train, 1 3 Cit. Stood the state so? no, no, good friends, Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be
God wot;t fetch'd
For then this land was famously enrich'd Hither to London, to be crowu'd our king. With politic grave counsel ; tben the king Riy. Why with some little train, my lord of Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace. Buckingham
i Cit. Wby, so bath this, both by his father Buck. Marry, my lord, lest, by a multitude,
and mother. The new-heal'd wound of malice should break 3 Cit. Better it were they all came by his out;
father ; Which would be so much the more dangerous, |0r, by his father, there were none at all : By how much the estate is green, and yet ungo. For emulation now, who shall be nearest, vern'd:
Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not. Where every horse bears his commanding rein, Oh ! full of danger is the duke of Gloster; And may direct his course as please bimself, And the queen's sons, and brothers, haught and As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent,
. In my opinion, ought to be prevented.
And were they to be rul'd, and not to rule, Glo. I hope the king made peace with all | This sickly land migbt solace as before. of us;
1 Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all And the compact is firm, and true, in me.
will be well. Riv. And so in me: and so, I think, in all: 3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wise men put en 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 band: Which, baply, by much company might be When the sun sets, who doth not look for urged:
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 expect. Glo. Then be it so ; and go we to determine 2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of Who they shall be that straight shall post to
fear : Ludlow.
You cannot reason 6 almost with a man
Ensuing danger ; as, by proot, we see Buck. My lord, whoever journeys to be The water swell before a boist'rous storm prince,
Bit leave it all to God Whitaer away! For God's sake, let not us two stay at home :
4 Min • Opinion,
2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the jus. Duch. Who bath committed them : tice's.
Mess. The mighty dukes, 8 Cit. Aud 50 was I; I'll bear you company. Gloster and Buckingham.
(Ereunt. Q. Eliz. For wbat offence ?
Mess. The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd : SCENE IV.-The same.-A Room in the why, or for what, the nobles were committed, Palace.
Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady.
Q. Elix. Ah! me, I see the ruin of my Enter the Archbishop of YORK, the young
Insulting tyranny begins to jut
Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre !
Duch. Accursed and uoquiet wrangling days Duch. I long with all my heart to see the How many of you have mine eyes beheld! prince ;
My busband lost his life to get the crown : I hope, he is much grown since last I saw him. And often up and down my sons were tost, Q. Eliz. But I hear, no; they say, my son of For me to joy, and weep, their gain, and loss : York
And being seated, and domestic broils Hath almost overta'en him in his growth.
Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerers, York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it Make war upon themselves; brother to bro80.
ther, Duch. Why, my young cousin ; it is good to Blood to blood, self 'gainst self :-o preposter. grow.
ous York. Grandam, one night, as we did sit at And frantic courage, end thy damned spleen ; supper,
Or let me die, to look on death no more! My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow
Q. Eliz. Come, come, my boy, we will to More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle
Madam, farewell. Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow Duch. Stay, I will go with you. apace :
Q. Eliz. You have no cause. And since, metbinks, I would not grow so fast, Arch. My gracious lady, go, [To the QUBEN. Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make And thither bear your treasure and your goods. haste.
For my part, I'll resign unto your grace Duch. 'Good faith, 'good faith, the saying did The seal I keep ; And so betide to me, not hold
As well I tender you and all of your's ! In him that did object the same to thee:
Come, l'll conduct you to the sanctuary. He was the wretched'st thing, when he was
the sanctuar. Exeunt. young, So long a growing, and so leisurely, Tbat, if his rule were true, he should be gracious.
ACT III. Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious madam.
SCENE 1.-The same.-A Street. Duch. I hope, he is; but yet let mothersThe trumpets sound. Enter the Prince of doubt.
WALES, GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, Cardinal York. Now, by my troth, if I had been re
BOUCHIER, and others. member' I could have given my uncle's grace a fout, Buck. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, ta To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd
your chamber. mine,
Glo. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' Duch. How, my young York? I prøythee, let sovereign : me hear it.
The weary way hath made you melancholy. York. Marry, they say, my uncle grew so Prince. No, uncle; but our crosses on the fast,
way That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old; Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy :
Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. I want more uncles here to welcome me. Grandam, this would bave been a biting jest. Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of Duch. I pr'ythee, pretty York, who told thee
your years this ?
Have not yet diy'd into the world's deceit : York. Grandam, his nurse.
No more can you distinguish of a man, Duch. His uurse ? why, she was dead ere thou Than of his outward show; which, God be wast born.
knows, York. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart. told me.
Those uncles, wbich you want, were danger Q. Eliz. A parlous . boy : Go to, you are too
Your grace attended to the sugar'd words, Arch. Good madam, be not angry with the But look'd not on the poison of their hearts : child.
God keep you from them, and from such false Q. Eliz. Pitchers have ears.
Prince. God keep me from false friends i but Enter a MESSENGRR.
they were none. Arch. Here comes a messenger :
Gl. My lord, the mayor of London comes to Wbat news ?
greet you. Mess, Such news, my lord, As grieves me to unfold.
Enter the Lord Mayor, and his Train. Q. Elix. How doth the prince ?
May. God bless your grace with health and Mess. Well, madam, and in health.
happy days! Duch. What is thy news?
Prince. I thank you, good my lord ;-and Moss. Lord Rivers and lord Grey are sent to
thank you all. Pomfret,
(Ereunt MAYOR, fr. With them Sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners. I thought my mother, and my brother York,
Would long ere this bave met us on the Perilous, dangerous.
Fre, what a slug is Hastings ! that he comes 1 Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famons not
His wit set down to make bis valour live:
Death makes no conquest of his conqueror; Buck. And in good time, here comes the For now he lives in fame, though not in life. sweating lord.
I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingbam. Prince. Welcome, my lord: What, will our Buck. What, my gracious lord ? mother come ?
1 Prince. An if I live until I be a man, Hast. On what occasion, God he knows, I'll win our ancient right in France again, not I,
Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king. The queen your mother, and your brother York, Glo. Short summers lightly + have a forward Have taken sanctuary : The tender prince
(Asule. Would fain have come with me to meet your
Enter YORK, HASTINGS, and the CARDINAL. grace, But by his mother was perforce withheld.
Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the Buck. Fie! what an indirect and peevish
duke of York course
Prince. Richard of York ! how fares our lov. Is this of her's 1-Lord cardinal, will your grace
ing brother ? Persuade the queen to send the duke of York York. Well, my dread lord ; so must I call Unto his princely brother presently?
you now. If she deny,--lord Hastings, go with him,
Prince. Ay, brother ; to our grief, as it is And from her jealous arms pluck him períorce.
your's : Card. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak Too late t he died, that might have kept that oratory
title, Can from bis inother win the duke of York, Which by his death hath lost much majesty. Anon expect him here : But if she be ob dorate Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid
York ? We should infringe the holy privilege
| York. I thank you, gentle uncle. O my or blessed sanctuary ! not for all this land,
lord, Would I be guilty of so deep a sin.
You said that idle weeds are fast in growth : Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my The prince my brother hath outgrown me far. lord,
Glo. He hath, my lord. Too ceremonious, and traditional;
York. And therefore is he idle ? Weigh it but with the grossness of this age, Glo. O my fair cousin, I must not say so. You break not sanctuary in seizing him.
York. Then is be more beholden to you, The benefit thereof is always granted
than I. To those whose dealings bave deserv'd the place, Glo. He may command ine, as my sovereign : And those who have the wit to claim the place : But you bave power in me, as in a kinsman. This prince hath neither claim'd it, nor deserv'd York. I pray you, uncle, then, give me this it ;
dagger. And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it: Glo. My dagger, 'little cousin ? with all my Then, taking him from thence, that is not
Prince. A beggar, brother? You break no privilege nor charter there.
York. of any kind uncle, that I know will Oft have I heard of sanctuary men ;
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 Glo. A greater gift than that I'll give my for once.
cousin. Come on, lord Hastings, will you go with me? York. A greater gift! Oh I that's the sword Hast. I go, my lord.
to it? Prince. Good lords, make all the speedy baste Glo. Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough. you may.
York. 0 then, I see, yoа'll part but with [Exeunt CARDINAL and HASTINGS.
light gifts ; Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come,
In weightier things, you'll say a beggar, nay, Where shall we sojourn till our coronation ? Glo. It is too weighty for your grace to Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal
York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier. If I may counsel you, some day, or two,
Glo. What, would you have my weapon, little Your bigbness shall repose you at the Tower :
lord í Then where you please, and shall be thought York. I would, that I might thank you as you most fit
call me. For your best health and recreation.
Glo. How? Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any York. Little. place :
Prince. My lord of York will still be cross Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord ?
in talk; Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with bim. place ;
York. You mean, to bear me, not to bear Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified.
with me :Prince. It is 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 Prince. But say, my lord, it were not regis
Buck. With what a sbarp provided wit be Methinks the truth should live from age to age,
reasons! As 'twere retail'd to all posterity,
To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle, Even to the general all-ending day.
He prettily and aptly tannts himself : Glo. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live So cunning, and so young, is wonderful. long.
(Aside. Glo. My gracious lord, will’t please you pass Prince. What say you, uncle ?
along? Glo. I say, without characters, fame lives long. | Myself, and my good cousin Buckingham, Tbus, like the formal. vice, Iniquity, L a Will to your mother; to entreat of her, I inoralize two meanings in one word. JAM. To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you.
• Sensible vice : the buffoon in the old play.