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Buck. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate | Some tardy cripple bore the countermand, Upon your grace, (To the Queen.] but with all That came too lag to see him buried : duteous love
Heaven grant, that some, less noble, and less loyal,
Stan. A boon, my sovereign, for my service done. When I am cold in love, to you or yours.
K. Edw. I pr'ythee, peace; my soul is full of [Embracing Rivers, fc. K. Edw. A pleasing cordial, princely Bucking
Stan. I will not rise, unless your highness hear me.
K. Edw. Then say at once, what is it thou reham, Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart.
Slan. The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life; There wanteth now our brother Gloster here, To make the blessed period of this peace.
Who slew to-day a riotous gentleman, Buck. And, in good time, here comes the noble Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk. duke.
K. Edw. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's Enter GLOSTER.
death, Glo. Good morrow to my sovereign king, and And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave?
My brother kill'd no man, his fault was thought, queen ; And, princely peers, a happy time of day!
And yet his punishment was bitter death.
Kneelid at my feet, and bade me be advis'd ?
Who spoke of brotherhood ? who spoke of love? Brother, we have done deeds of charity;
Who told me, how the poor soul did forsake
The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me?
Who told me, in the field of Tewksbury,
When Oxford had me down, he rescued 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 'Tis death to me, to be at enmity ;
Sinfully pluck'd, and not a man of you I hate it, and desire all good men's love.
Had so much grace to put it in my mind. First, madam, I entreat true peace of you,
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. If ever any grudge were lody'd between us; Of you, lord Rivers, and lord Grey, of you,
And I, unjustly too, must grant it you :That all without desert have frown'd on me;
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 beholden to him in his life;
Yet none of you would once plead for his life.
O God! I fear thy justice will take hold I thank my God for my humility. Q. Eliz. A holy-day shall this be kept herc- On me, and you, and mine, and yours, for this. after :
Come, Hastings, help me to my closet. 0,
Poor Clarence ! I would to heaven all strifes were well compounded.
[Ereunt King, QUEEN, HASTINGS, RIVERS, My sovereign lord, I do beseech your highness
Dorset, and Grey. To take our brother Clarence to your grace.
Glo. This is the fruit of rashness! Glo. Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this,
not, To be so flouted in this royal presence?
How that the guilty kindred of the queen
Look'd pale, when they did hear of Clarence' death? Who knows not, that the gentle duke is dead ?
[They all start.
0! they did urge it still unto the king;
Heaven will revenge it. Come, lords; will you go, You do him injury to scorn his corse. K. Edw. Who knows not he is dead! who knows To comfort Edward with our company?
Ruck. We wait upon your grace. he is?
(Exunt. Q. Eliz. All-seeing heaven, what a world is this
The same. Buck. Look I so pale, lord Dorset as the rest ? Dor. Ay, my good lord; and no man in the pre- Enter the DUCHESS OF York, with a Son and sence,
Daughter of CLARENCE. But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks.
Sun. Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead? K. Edw. Is Clarence dead ? the order was re- Duch. No, boy. vers'd.
Daugh. Why do you so weep soft? and beat your Glo. But he, poor man, by your first order died.
breast; And that a winged Mercury did bear ;
And cry - 0 Clarence, my unhappy son!
Son. Why do you look on us, and shake your head, That I, being govern'd by the wat'ry moon, And call us — orphans, wretches, cast-aways, May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! If that our noble father be alive?
Ah, for my husband, for my dear lord Edward ! Duch. My pretty cousins, you mistake me both. Chil. Ah, for our father, for our dear lord ClaI do lament the sickness of the king,
rence ! As loath to lose him, not your father's death ;
Duch. Alas, for both, both mine, Edward and It were lost sorrow, to wail one that's lost.
Clarence ! Son. Then, grandam, you conclude that he is dead. Q. Eliz. What stay had I, but Edward ? and he's The king my uncle is to blame for this.
gone. Duch. Peace, children, peace ! the king doth love Chil. What stay had we, but Clarence ? and he's
gone. Incapable 6 and shallow innocents,
Duch. What stays had I, but they ? and they are You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death.
gone. Son. Grandam, we can: for my good uncle Gloster Q. Eliz. Was never widow, had so dear a loss. Told me, the king, provok'd to't by the queen, Chil. Were never orphans, had so dear a loss. Devis'd impeachments to iinprison him :
Duch. Was never mother, had so dear a loss. And when my uncle told me so, he wept,
Alas! I am the mother of these griefs ;
She for an Edward weeps, and so do I;
I for an Edward weep, so do not they : And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice!
Alas! you three, on me, threefold distress'd, He is my son, ay, and therein my shame,
Pour all your tears; I am your sorrow's nurse, Yet from my breast he drew not this deceit. And I will pamper it with lamentations. Son. Think you, my uncle did dissemble, gran- Dor. Comfort, dear mother; God is much disdam?
pleas'd, Duch. Ay, boy.
That you take with unthankfulness his doing; Son. I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this? In common worldly things, 'tis called — ungrateful,
With dull unwillingness to repay a debt, Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, distractedly; Rivers Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent ; and Dorset, following her.
Much more to be thus opposite with heaven, Q. Eliz. Ah! who shall hinder me to wail and For it requires the royal debt it lent you. weep?
Riv. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother, To chide my fortune, and torment myself? Of the young prince your son: send straight for him, I'll join with black despair against my soul, Let him be crown'd; in him your comfort lives : And to myself become an enemy.
Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave, Duch. What means this scene of rude impatience? And plant your joys in living Edward's throne.
Q. Eliz. To make an act of tragick violence: Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead.
Enter Gloster, BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, Hastings, Why grow the branches, when the root is gone ?
RATCLIFF, and others. Why wither not the leaves, that want their sap? Gło. Sister, have comfort : all of us have cause If you will live, lament; if die, be brief;
To wail the dimming of our shining star; That our swift-winged souls may catch the king's; But none can cure their harins by wailing them. – Or, like obedient subjects, follow him
Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy, To his new kingdom of perpetual rest.
I did not see your grace : Humbly on my knee Duch. Ah, so much interest have I in thy sorrow, I crave your blessing. As I had title in thy noble husband !
Duch. God bless thee; and put meekness in thy I have bewept a worthy husband's death,
breast, And liv'd by looking on his images :
Love, charity, obedience, and true duty ! But now two mirrors of his princely semblance Glo. Amen; and make me die a good old man !Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death;
That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing; [Aside. And I for comfort have but one false glass, I marvel that her grace did leave it out. That grieves me when I see my shame in him. Buck. You cloudy princes, and heart-sorrowing Thou art a widow ; yet thou art a mother,
peers, And hast the comfort of thy children left thee : That bear this mutual heavy load of moan, But death hath snatch'd my husband from my arms, Now cheer each other in each other's love : And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands, Though we have spent our harvest of this king, Clarence and Edward. O, what cause have I, We are to reap the harvest of his son. (Thine being but a moiety of my grief,)
The broken rancour of your high-swoln hearts, To over-go thy plaints, and drown thy cries ! But lately splinted, knit, and join'd together, Son. Ah, aunt! you wept not for our father's Must gently be preserv'd, cherish’d, and kept :
Me seemeth good, that, with some little train, How can we aid you with our kindred tears ? Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be fetch'd
Daugh. Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd, Hither to London, to be crown'd our king. Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept !
Riv. Why with some little train, my lord of BuckQ. Eliz. Give me no help in lamentation,
ingham ? J am not barren to bring forth laments :
Buck. Marry, my lord, lest by a multitude, All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out; 6 Ignorant.
Which would be so much the more dangerous, And the queen's sons, and brothers, haught and
1 Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will be In my opinion, ought to be prevented.
well. Glo. I hope, the king made peace with all of us; 3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wise men put on And the compact is firm, and true, in me.
their cloaks ; Riv. And so in me; and so, I think, in all : When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; Yet, since it is but green, it should be put
When the sun sets, who doth not look for night? To no apparent likelihood of breach,
Untimely storms make men expect a dearth : Which, haply, by much company might be urg'd : All may be well; but, if heaven sort it so, Therefore I say, with noble Buckingham,
'Tis more than we deserve, or I expect. That it is meet so few should fetch the prince. 2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear : Hast. And so say I.
You cannot reason 2 almost with a man Glo. Then be it so; and go we to determine That looks not heavily, and full of dread. Who they shall be that straight shall post to Ludlow. 3 Cit. Before the days of change, still is it so : Madam, — and you my mother, — will you go By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust To give your censures 8 in this weighty business? Ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see
[Exeunt all bul BUCKINGHAM and GLOSTER. The water swell before a boist'rous storm. Buck. My lord, whoever journeys to the prince, But leave it all to heaven. Whither away? For heaven's sake, let not us two stay at home : 2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the justices For, by the way, I'll sort occasion,
3 Cit. And so was I ; I'll bear you company. As index 9 to the story we late talk'd of,
(Eseuri. To part the queen's proud kindred from the prince.
SCENE IV. - A Room in the Palace.
Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF York, the young DUKE OF I, as a child, will go by thy direction.
YORK, QUEEN ELIZABETH, and the DUCHESS OF Towards Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind.
Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Stony. SCENE III. – A Street.
And at Northampton they do rest to-night:
To-morrow, or next day, they will be here. i Cit. Good morrow, neighbour : Whither away Duch. I long with all my heart to see the prince; so fast ?
I hope, he is much grown since last I saw him. 2 Cit. I promise you, I scarcely know myself : Q. Eliz. But I hear no; they say my son of York Hear you the news abroad?
Hath almost overta'en him in his growth. I Cit.
Yes; the king's dead. York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so. 2 Cit. Ill news, by'r lady; seldom comes the better: Duch. Why, my young cousin? it is good to grow. I fear, I fear, 'twill prove a giddy world.
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, 1 Cit.
Give you good morrow, sir. Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace : 3 Cit. Doth the news hold of good king Edward's And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, death?
Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make 2 Cit. Ay, sir, it is too true.
haste. 3 Cit. Then, masters, look to see a troublous world. Duch. 'Good faith, 'good faith, the saying did not i Cit. No, no; by God's good grace, his son shall
In him that did object the same to thee : 3 Cit. Woe to that land, that's govern'd by a child! He was the wretched'st thing, when he was young,
2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government; So long a growing, and so leisurely, That in this nonage ', council under him,
That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious. And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself,
Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious madain. No doubt, shall then, and till then, govern well. Duch. I hope, he is; but yet let mothers doubt.
1 Cit. So stood the state, when Henry the Sixth York. Now, by my troth, if I had been remember d, Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old. I could have given my uncle's grace a fout, 3 Cit. Stood the state so ? no, no, good friends, To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd mine.
Duch. How, my young York ? I pr’ythee, let me For then this land was famously enrich'd
hear it. With politick grave counsel; then the king
York. Marry, they say my uncle grew so fast, Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace.
That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old; 1 Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father and 'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. mother.
Grandam, this would have been a biting jest. 3 Cit. Better it were they all came by his father; Duch. I pr'ythee, pretty York, who told you this? Or, by his father, there were none at all :
York. Grandam, his nurse. For emulation now, who shall be nearest,
Duch. His nurse? why, she was dead ere thou Will touch us all too near, if heaven prevent not.
wast born. O, full of danger is the duke of Gloster;
York. If’twere not she, I cannot tell who told me 91c. Preparatory. | Minority.
not so ;
Q. Eliz. A parlous boy: Go to, you are too shrewd., Welcome destruction, blood, and massacre !
Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling davs !
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 tost,
For me to joy and weep, their gain and loss : Mess. Such news, my lord,
And being seated, and domestic broils As grieves me to unfold.
Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors, Q. Eliz.
How doth the prince ? Make war upon themselves; brother to brother, Mess. Well, madam, and in health.
Blood to blood, self 'gainst self: - 0, preposterous Duch.
What is thy news ? And frantick courage, end thy wicked spleen! Mess. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, are sent to Or let me die, to look on deatn no more ! Pomfret,
Q. Eliz. Come, come, my boy, we will to sanc. With them sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.
tuary. Duch. Who hath committed them ?
Stay, I will
go with you. Gloster and Buckingham.
Q. Eliz. You have no cause.
My gracious lady, go, Mess. The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd;
(To the QUEEN. Why, or for what, the nobles were committed, And thither bear your treasure and your goods. Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady.
For my part, I'll resign unto your grace Q. Eliz. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house! The seal I keep; And so betide me, The tiger now hath seized the gentle hind:
As well I tender you, and all of yours ! Insulting tyranny begins to jut
Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary. (Ereunt. Upon the innocent and awless throne:
SCENE I. – A Street.
Buck. And in good time, here comes the sweatThe Trumpets sound. Enter the PRINCE OF WALES,
ing lord. GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, Cardinal Bourchler, and
Prince. Welcome, my lord ; What, will our moothers.
ther cume? Buck. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to
Hast. On what occasion, heaven knows, nor I, your chamber.
The queen your mother, and your brother York, Glo. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sove
Have taken sanctuary : The tender prince reign :
Would fain have come with me to meet your The weary way hath made you melancholy.
grace, Prince. No, uncle; but our crosses on the way But by his mother was perforce withheld. Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy:
Buck. Fye! what an indirect and peevish course I want more uncles here to welcome me.
Is this of hers ? — Lord cardinal, will your grace Glo. Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your Persuade the queen to send the duke of York, years
Unto his princely brother presently? Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit:
If she deny, — lord Hastings, go with him, No more can you distinguish of a man,
And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce. Than of his outward show ; which, heaven knows, Card. My lord of Buckingham, if my weak Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart.
oratory Those uncles, which you want, were dangerous;
Can from his mother win the duke of York, Your grace attended to their sugar'd words, Anon expect him here; But if she be obdurate But look'd not on the poison of their hearts : To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid Heaven keep you from them, and from such false We should infringe the holy privilege friends!
Of blessed sanctuary! not for all this land, Prince. Heaven keep me from false friends! but Would I be guilty of so deep a sin. they were none.
Buck. You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord, Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to Too ceremonious, and traditional : greet you.
Weigh it but with the grossness of this age,
You break not sanctuary in seizing him.
The benefit thereof is always granted May. God bless your grace with health and To those whose dealings have deserv'd the place, happy days!
And those who have the wit to clain the place : Prince. I thank you, good my lord, - and thank This prince hath neither claim'd it, nor deserv'd it,
(Exeunt Mayor, fc. And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it : I thought my mother, and my brother York, Then, taking him from thence, that is not there, Would long ere this have met us on the way: You break no privilege nor charter there. Fye! what a slug is Hastings, that he comes not Oft have I heard of sanctuary men; To tell us, whether they will come, or no.
But sanctuary children, ne'er till now.
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 you In weightier things you'll say a beggar nay.
may. [Exeunt Cardinal and Hastings. Glo. It is too weighty for your grace to wear. Say, uncle Gloster, if our brother come,
York. I weigh it lightly, were it heavier. Where shall we sojourn till our coronation ?
Glo. What, would you have my weapon, little Glo. Where it seems best unto your royal self,
lord ? If I may counsel you, some day or two,
York. I would, that I might thank you as you Your highness shall repose you at the Tower : Then where you please, and shall be thought most fit Glo. How? For your best health and recreation.
York. Little. Prince. I do not like the Tower, of any place : – Prince. My lord of York will still be cross in Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord ?
Glo. He did, my gracious lord, begin that place: Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him. Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified. York. You mean, to bear me, not to bear with
Prince.' Is it upon record ? or else reported Successively from age to age he built it?
Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me; Buck. Upon record, my gracious lord.
Because that I am little, like an ape, Prince. But say, my lord, it were not register'd; He thinks that you should bear me on yourshoulders Methinks, the truth should live from age to age, Buck. With what a sharp-provided wit he 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 taunts 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, Thus like the formal 4 vice, Iniquity,
Will to your mother; to entreat of her,
[ Aside. I moralize two meanings in one word.
To meet you at the Tower, and welcome you. Prince. That Julius Cæsar was a famous man; York. What, will you go unto the Tower, my With what his valour did enrich his wit,
lord ? His wit set down to make his valour live:
Prince. My lord protector needs will have it so. Death makes no conquest of this conqueror;
York. I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower. For now he lives in fame, though not in life.
Glo. Why, sir, what should you fear? I'll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham.
York. Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost; Buck. What, my gracious lord ?
My grandam told me, he was murder'd there. Prince. An if I live until I be a man,
Prince. I fear no uncles dead. I'll win our ancient right in France again,
Glo. Nor none that live, I hope. Or die a soldier, as I liv'd a king.
Prince. An if they live, I hope, I need not fear. Glo. Short summers lightlys have a forward But come, my lord, and, with a heavy heart, spring.
[Aside. Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower,
(Exeunt PRINCE, York, Hastings, Cardinal, Enter York, Hastings, and the Cardinal.
and Attendants. Buck. Now, in good time, here comes the duke Buck. Think you, my lord, this little prating York of York.
Was not incensed 7 by his subtle mother, Prince. Richard of York! how fares our loving To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously? brother?
Glo. No doubt, do doubt; 0, 'tis a parlous boy; York. Well, my dread lord ; so must I call you Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capables ;
He's all the mother's, from the top to toe.
Glo. How fares our cousin, noble lord of York? 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 The prince, my brother, hath outgrown me far.
To make William lord Hastings of our inind, Glo. He hath, my lord.
For the instalment of this noble duke York.
And therefore is he idle? In the seat royal of this famous isle ? Glo. O, my fair cousin, I must not say so.
Cate. He for his father's sake so loves the prina York. Then is he more beholden to you, than I. That he will not be won to aught against him. Glo. He may command me, as my sovereign;
Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley? will But you have power in me as in a kinsman.
How he doth stand affected to our purpose ;
And summon him to-morrow to the Tower, 5 Commonly.