Act I. Scene 1
Enter Richard Duke of Glouster, solus.
Richard
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York,
And all the clouds that loured upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
Our bruisèd arms hung up for monuments,
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front,
And now, instead of mounting barbèd 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 shaped for sportive tricks
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass,
I that am rudely stamped and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph,
I that am curtailed of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinished, 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 determinèd 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 mewed 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 and Brakenbury, guarded.
Brother, good day. What means this armèd guard That waits upon your grace?
Clarence
His majesty,
Tend'ring my person's safety, hath appointed
This conduct to convey me to the Tower.
Richard
Upon what cause?
Clarence
Because my name is George.
Richard
Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours.
He should for that commit your godfathers.
Oh, belike his majesty hath some intent
That you shall be new christened in the Tower.
But what's the matter, Clarence? May I know?
Clarence
Yea, Richard, when I know, but 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 moved his highness to commit me now.
Richard
Why, this it is when men are ruled by women.
'Tis not the king that sends you to the Tower.
My lady Grey, his wife, Clarence, 'tis she
That tempts him to this harsh extremity.
Was it not she and that good man of worship,
Anthony Woodville, her brother there,
That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower,
From whence this present day he is delivered?
We are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe.
Clarence
By heaven, I think there is no man 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 for her delivery?
Richard
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 dubbed 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.
Richard
Even so. And 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 nought to do.
Richard
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?
Richard
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.
Richard
We are the queen's abjects and must obey.
Brother, farewell. I will unto the king,
And whatsoe'er you will employ me in,
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.
Richard
Well, your imprisonment shall not be long.
I will deliver you or else Lie for you.
Meantime, have patience.
Clarence
I must perforce. Farewell.
Exeunt Clarence, Brakenbury, and guards.
Richard
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?
Enter Lord Hastings.
Hastings
Good time of day unto my gracious lord.
Richard
As much unto my good Lord Chamberlain.
Well are you welcome to this open air.
How hath your lordship brooked 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.
Richard
No doubt, no doubt, and so shall Clarence too,
For they that were your enemies are his
And have prevailed as much on him as you.
Hastings
More pity that the eagles should be mewed
While kites and buzzards play at liberty.
Richard
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.
Richard
Now by Saint John, that news is bad indeed.
Oh, he hath kept an evil diet long
And over-much consumed his royal person.
'Tis very grievous to be thought upon.
Where is he, in his bed?
Hastings
He is.
Richard
Go you before, and I will follow you. Exit
Hastings.
He cannot live, I hope, and must not die
Till George be packed with post-horse up to heaven.
I'll in to urge his hatred more to Clarence
With lies well steeled 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 killed 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.
Exit.
Scene 2
Enter the corpse of Henry the Sixth, Halberds to guard it, lady Anne being the mourner [attended by Tressel, Berkeley, and other Gentlemen].
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.
The bearers set down the hearse.
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 slaughtered son,
Stabbed by the selfsame hand that made these wounds.
Lo, in these windows that let forth thy life,
I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes.
Oh, cursèd 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 wolves, to spiders, toads,
Or any creeping venomed thing that lives.
If ever he have child, abortive be it,
Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,
Whose ugly and unnatural aspèct
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 interrèd there.
And still as you are weary of this weight,
Rest you while I lament King Henry's corpse.
Enter Richard duke of Gloucester.
Richard
Stay, you that bear the corpse, and set it down.
Anne
What black magician conjures up this fiend
To stop devoted charitable deeds?
Richard
Villains, set down the corpse, or by Saint Paul,
I'll make a corpse of him that disobeys.
Gentleman
My lord, stand back and let the coffin pass.
Richard
Unmannered 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 hearse.
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.
Richard
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,
Filled 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 congealed 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 heav'n with lightning strike the murd'rer dead,
Or earth gape open wide and eat him quick,
As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood,
Which his hell-governed arm hath butcherèd.
Richard
Lady, you know no rules of charity,
Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.
Anne
Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor man.
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.
Richard
But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
Anne
Oh, wonderful, when devils tell the truth!
Richard
More wonderful, when angels are so angry.
Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman,
Of these supposèd crimes to give me leave
By circumstance but to acquit myself.
Anne
Vouchsafe, defused infection of a man,
Of these known evils but to give me leave
By circumstance to curse thy cursèd self.
Richard
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 èxcuse current but to hang thyself.
Richard
By such despair I should accuse myself.
Anne
And by despairing, shalst thou stand excused
For doing worthy vengeance on thyself,
Which didst unworthy slaughter upon others.
Richard
Say that I slew them not.
Anne
Then say they were not slain.
But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee.
Richard
I did not kill your husband.
Anne
Why, then he is alive.
Richard
Nay, he is dead, and slain by Edward's hands.
Anne
In thy foul throat thou liest. Queen Margaret saw
Thy murd'rous falchion smoking in his blood,
The which thou once didst bend against her breast,
But that thy brothers beat aside the point.
Richard
I was provokèd by her sland'rous tongue,
That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders.
Anne
Thou wast provokèd by thy bloody mind,
Which never dream'st on aught but butcheries.
Didst thou not kill this king?
Richard
I grant ye.
Anne
Dost grant me, hedgehog? Then God grant me too
Thou mayst be damnèd for that wicked deed.
Oh, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous.
Richard
The better for the king of heaven that hath him.
Anne
He is in heaven, where thou shalt never come.
Richard
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.
Richard
Yes, one place else, if you will hear me name it.
Anne
Some dungeon.
Richard
Your bedchamber.
Anne
Ill rest betide the chamber where thou liest.
Richard
So will it, madam, till I lie with you.
Anne
I hope so.
Richard
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 accursed effect.
Richard
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.
Richard
These eyes could never endure sweet 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.
Richard
Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both.
Anne
I would I were, to be revenged on thee.
Richard
It is a quarrel most unnatural
To be revenged on him that loveth you.
Anne
It is a quarrel just and reasonable
To be revenged on him that killed my husband.
Richard
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. Richard
He lives that loves thee better than he could.
Anne
Name him.
Richard
Plantagenet.
Anne
Why, that was he.
Richard
The selfsame name, but one of better nature.
Anne
Where is he?
Richard
Here.
[She] spits at him.
Why dost thou spit at me?
Anne
Would it were mortal poison for thy sake.
Richard
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.
Richard
Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine.
Anne
Would they were basilisks', to strike thee dead.
Richard
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,
Shamed their aspècts with store of childish drops.
These eyes, that never shed remorseful tear,
No, when my father York and Edward wept
To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made
When black-faced 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 bedashed 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 sued to friend nor enemy.
My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word.
But now thy beauty is proposed 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.
He lays his breast open; she offers at with his sword.
Nay, do not pause, for I did kill King Henry,
But 'twas thy beauty that provokèd me.
Nay, now dispatch; 'twas I that stabbed young Edward,
But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on.
She falls the sword.
Take up the sword again, or take up me.
Anne
Arise, dissembler; though I wish thy death,
I will not be the executioner.
Richard
Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it.
Anne
I have already.
Richard
That was in thy rage.
Speak it again, and even with the word,
That 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 àccessary.
Anne
I would I knew thy heart.
Richard
'Tis figured in my tongue.
Anne
I fear me both are false.
Richard
Then never man was true.
Anne
Well, well, put up your sword.
Richard
Say then my peace is made.
Anne
That shalt thou know hereafter.
Richard
But shall I live in hope?
Anne
All men, I hope, live so.
Richard
Vouchsafe to wear this ring.
Anne
To take is not to give.
Richard
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?
Richard
That it would please thee leave these sad designs
To him that hath more cause to be a mourner
And presently repair to Crosby House,
Where, after I have solemnly interred
At Chertsey monast'ry 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.
Richard
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 two with Anne.
Richard
Sirs, take up the corpse.
Gentlemen
Towards Chertsey, noble lord?
Richard
No, to Whitefriars; there attend my coming.
Exeunt all but Richard with the corpse.
Was ever woman in this humour wooed?
Was ever woman in this humour won?
I'll have her, but I will not keep her long.
What, I that killed 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 my 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
Stabbed in my angry mood at Tewkesbury?
A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,
Framed 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 cropped 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 halts 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 marv'lous 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.
Exit.
Scene 3
Enter the queen Mother [Elizabeth], lord Rivers, and lord Grey [and the marquess of Dorset].
Rivers
Have patience, madam. There's no doubt his majesty
Will soon recover his accustomed 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.
Elizabeth
If he were dead, what would betide on me?
Rivers
No other harm but loss of such a lord.
Elizabeth
The loss of such a lord includes all harms.
Grey
The heavens have blessed you with a goodly son
To be your comforter when he is gone.
Elizabeth
Ah, he is young, and his minority
Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloucester,
A man that loves not me nor none of you.
Rivers
Is it concluded that he shall be Protector?
Elizabeth
It is determined, not concluded yet,
But so it must be if the king miscarry.
Enter Buckingham and Stanley Earl of Derby.
Grey
Here come the lords of Buckingham and Derby.
Buckingham
Good time of day unto your royal grace.
Stanley
God make your majesty joyful, as you have been.
Elizabeth
The Countess Richmond, good my Lord of Derby,
To your good prayer will scarcely say amen.
Yet Derby, notwithstanding she's your wife
And loves not me, be you, good lord, assured
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 accused on true report,
Bear with her weakness, which I think proceeds
From wayward sickness and no grounded malice.
Rivers
Saw you the king today, my lord of Derby?
Elizabeth
But now the Duke of Buckingham and I
Are come from visiting his majesty.
Elizabeth
What likelihood of his amendment, lords?
Buckingham
Madam, good hope. His grace speaks cheerfully.
Elizabeth
God grant him health. Did you confer with him?
Buckingham
Ay, madam. He desires to make atonement
Between the Duke of Gloucester and your brothers,
And between them and my Lord Chamberlain,
And sent to warn them to his royal presence.
Elizabeth
Would all were well, but that will never be.
I fear our happiness is at the hight.
Enter Richard and Hastings.
Richard
They do me wrong, and I will not endure it.
Who is it 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 abused
By silken, sly, insinuating jacks?
Grey
To who in all this presence speaks your grace?
Richard
To thee, that hast nor honesty nor grace.
When have I injured 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.
Elizabeth
Brother of Gloucester, you mistake the matter.
The king, of his own royal disposition,
And not provoked by any suitor else,
Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred,
That in your outward actions shows itself
Against my children, brothers, and myself,
Makes him to send, that he may learn the ground.
Richard
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.
Elizabeth
Come, come, we know your meaning, brother
Gloucester. You envy my advancement and my friends'.
God grant we never may have need of you.
Richard
Meantime, God grants that I have need of you.
Your brother is imprisoned by your means,
My self disgraced, 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.
Elizabeth
By Him that raised me to this careful height
From that contented hap which I enjoyed,
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 suspècts.
Richard
You may deny that you were not the mean
Of my Lord Hastings' late imprisonment.
Rivers
She may, my lord, for —
Richard
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?
Richard
What, marry, may she? Marry with a king,
A bachelor, a handsome stripling too.
I wis your grandam had a worser match.
Elizabeth
My lord of Gloucester, 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 endured.
I had rather be a country servant maid
Than a great queen, with this condition,
To be so baited, scorned, and stormèd at.
Small joy have I in being England's queen.
Enter old queen Margaret.
Margaret (aside)
And lessened be that small,
God I beseech him.
Thy honour, state and seat is due to me.
Richard
What? Threat you me with telling of the king?
I will avouch't in presence of the king.
I dare adventure to be sent to th'Tower.
'Tis time to speak. My pains are quite forgot.
Margaret (aside)
Out, devil. I do remember them too well.
Thou kill'dst my husband, Henry, in the Tower,
And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury.
Richard
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 royalise his blood I spent mine own.
Margaret (aside)
Ay, and much better blood than his or thine.
Richard
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 Alban's 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.
Margaret (aside)
A murderous villain, and so still thou art.
Richard
Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick,
Ay, and forswore himself, which Jesu pardon.
Margaret (aside)
Which God revenge.
Richard
To fight on Edward's party for the crown.
And for his meed, poor lord, he is mewed 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.
Margaret (aside)
Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave the world,
Thou cacodemon. There thy kingdom is.
Rivers
My Lord of Gloucester, in those busy days
Which here you urge to prove us enemies,
We followed then our lord, our sovereign king.
So should we you, if you should be our king.
Richard
If I should be? I had rather be a pedlar.
Far be it from my heart, the thought thereof.
Elizabeth
As little joy, my lord, as you suppose
You should enjoy were you this country's king.
As little joy may you suppose in me
That I enjoy, being the queen thereof.
Margaret (aside)
A little joy enjoys the queen thereof,
For I am she, and altogether joyless.
I can no longer hold me patient —
(Advancing.)
Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out
In sharing that which you have pilled 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 deposed, you quake like rebels.
Ah, gentle villain, do not turn away.
Richard
Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou in my sight?
Margaret
But repetition of what thou hast marred,
That will I make before I let thee go.
Richard
Wert thou not banishèd on pain of death?
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.
Richard
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
Steeped in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland —
His curses then, from bitterness of soul
Denounced against thee, are all fall'n upon thee,
And God, not we, hath plagued thy bloody deed.
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.
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 mayst thou live to wail thy children's death
And see another, as I see thee now,
Decked in thy rights, as thou art stalled in mine.
Long die thy happy days before thy death,
And after many lengthened 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 stabbed with bloody daggers. God I pray him,
That none of you may live his natural age,
But by some unlooked accident cut off.
Richard
Have done thy charm, thou hateful, withered hag.
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,
Oh, 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 begnaw 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-marked, abortive, rooting hog,
Thou that wast sealed in thy nativity
The slave of nature and the son of hell.
Thou slander of thy heavy mother's womb,
Thou loathèd issue of thy father's loins,
Thou rag of honour, thou detested —
Richard
Margaret.
Margaret
Richard.
Richard
Ha?
Margaret
I call thee not.
Richard
I cry thee mercy then, for I did think
That thou hadst called me all these bitter names.
Margaret
Why so I did, but looked for no reply.
Oh, let me make the period to my curse.
Richard
'Tis done by me, and ends in «Margaret».
Elizabeth
Thus have you breathed your curse against yourself.
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 whet'st a knife to kill thyself.
The time will come that thou shalt wish for me
To help thee curse that poisonous bunch-backed toad.
Hastings
False-boding woman, end thy frantic curse,
Lest to thy harm thou move our patience.
Margaret
Foul shame upon you. You have all moved mine.
Rivers
Were you well served, you would be taught your duty.
Margaret
To serve me well, you all should do me duty,
Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects;
Oh, serve me well and teach yourselves that duty.
Dorset
Dispute not with her. She is lunatic.
Margaret
Peace, master marquess, you are malapert.
Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current.
Oh, 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.
Richard
Good counsel, marry. Learn it, learn it, marquess.
Dorset
It toucheth you, my lord, as much as me.
Richard
Ay, and much more. But I was born so high.
Our aerie buildeth in the cedar's top,
And dallies with the wind and scorns the sun.
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 aerie buildeth in our aerie's nest.
O God that seest it, do not suffer it;
As it was won with blood, lost be it so.
Buckingham
Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charity.
Margaret
Urge neither charity nor shame to me.
Uncharitably with me have you dealt,
And shamefully my hopes by you are butchered.
My charity is outrage, life my shame,
And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage.
Buckingham
Have done, have done.
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.
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.
Richard
What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham?
Buckingham
Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord.
Margaret
What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel
And soothe the devil that I warn thee from?
Oh, 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.
Exit.
Hastings
My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses.
Rivers
And so doth mine. I muse why she's at liberty.
Richard
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.
Elizabeth
I never did her any to my knowledge.
Richard
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 franked 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.
Richard
So do I ever, being well-advised.
(Speaks to himself.) For had I cursed now, I had cursed myself.
Enter Catesby.
Catesby
Madam, his majesty doth call for you,
And for your grace, and you, my gracious lord.
Queen Elizabeth
Catesby, I come. Lords, will you go with me?
Rivers
We wait upon your grace.
Exeunt all but Glouceter.
Richard
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, who I indeed have cast in darkness,
I do beweep to many simple gulls,
Namely to Derby, 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 revenged on Rivers, Dorset, 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 villainy
With odd old ends stolen out of holy writ.
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
Enter two Murderers.
But, soft, here come my executioners —
How now, my hardy, stout, resolvèd 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.
Richard
Well thought upon, I have it here about me.
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 assured
We come to use our hands and not our tongues.
Richard
Your eyes drop millstones, when fools' eyes fall tears.
I like you, lads. About your business straight.
Go, go, dispatch.
Murderers
We will, my noble lord.
Exeunt.
Scene 4
Enter Clarence and Keeper.
Keeper
Why looks your grace so heavily today?
Clarence
Oh, I have passed 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.
Keeper
What was your dream, my lord? I pray you, tell me.
Clarence
Methoughts that I had broken from the Tower,
And was embarked to cross to Burgundy,
And, in my company my brother Gloucester,
Who from my cabin tempted me to walk
Upon the hatches. There we looked toward England
And cited up a thousand heavy times
During the wars of York and Lancaster
That had befallen us. As we paced along
Upon the giddy footing of the hatches,
Methought that Gloucester 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 mine ears,
What sights of ugly death within mine eyes.
Methoughts I saw a thousand fearful wracks,
Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon,
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
All scattered 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,
Which wooed the slimy bottom of the deep
And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by.
Keeper
Had you such leisure in the time of death
To gaze upon the secrets of the deep?
Clarence
Methought I had, and often did I strive
To yield the ghost; but still the envious flood
Stopped in my soul and would not let it forth
To seek the empty, vast and wandering air,
But smothered it within my panting bulk,
Which almost burst to belch it in the sea
Keeper
Awaked you not in this sore agony?
Clarence
No, no, my dream was lengthened after life.
Oh, then began the tempest to my soul.
I passed, methought, the melancholy flood,
With that sour 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, renownèd Warwick,
Who spake aloud, «What scourge for peijury
Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?»
And so he vanished. Then came wandering by
A shadow like an angel, with bright hair
Dabbled in blood, and he shrieked out aloud,
«Clarence is come: false, fleeting, peijured Clarence,
That stabbed me in the field by Tewksbury.
Seize on him, furies, take him unto torment.»
With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends
Environed me, and howlèd in mine ears
Such hideous cries that with the very noise
I trembling waked, and for a season after
Could not believe but that I was in hell,
Such terrible impression made my dream.
Keeper
No marvel, lord, though it affrighted you.
I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it.
Clarence
Ah keeper, keeper, I have done these things
Which now bear 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 avenged on my misdeeds,
Yet execute thy wrath in me alone.
Oh, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children.
Keeper, I prithee sit by me awhile.
My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.
Keeper
I will, my lord. God give your grace good rest.
Enter Brakenbury, the Lieutenant.
Brakenbury
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 titles and low name
There's nothing differs but the outward fame.
Enter two Murderers.
First Murderer
Ho, who's here?
Brakenbury
What wouldst thou, fellow? And how cam'st thou hither?
Second Murderer
I would speak with Clarence, and I came hither on my legs.
Brakenbury
What, so brief?
First Murderer
'Tis better, sir, than to be tedious.
Let him see our commission, and talk no more.
Brakenbury reads.
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 from the meaning.
There lies the duke asleep, and there the keys.
I'll to the king and signify him
That thus I have resigned to you my charge.
First Murderer
You may, sir, 'tis a point of wisdom. Fare you well.
Exeunt Brakenbury and Keeper.
Second Murderer.
What, shall we stab him as he sleeps?
First Murderer.
No. He'll say 'twas done cowardly, when he wakes.
Second Murderer
Why, he shall never wake until the great judgement day.
First Murderer
Why, then he'll say we stabbed 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,
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 Gloucester and tell him so.
Second Murderer
Nay, I prithee, stay a little.
I hope this passionate humour of mine will change.
It was wont to hold me but while one tells twenty.
First Murderer
How dost thou feel thyself now?
Second Murderer
Some certain dregs of conscience are yet within me.
First Murderer
Remember our reward when the deed's done.
Second Murderer
Come, he dies. I had forgot the reward.
First Murderer
Where's thy conscience now?
Second Murderer
In the Duke of Gloucester'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 a 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, shamefaced 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 all towns and cities for a dangerous thing, and every man that means to live well endeavours to trust to himself and to live without it.
First Murderer
'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 over the costard with the hilts of thy sword, and then throw him in the malmsey butt in the next room.
Second Murderer
Oh, excellent devise. 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?
Second 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.
Second 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
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 reconciled 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 are the evidence that doth accuse me?
What lawful quest have given their verdict up
Unto the frowning judge? Or who pronounced
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 for any goodness,
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 holy 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
Unripped'st the bowels of thy sovereign's son.
Second Murderer
Whom thou wert 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 avengèd for the deed,
Oh, know you yet, he doth it publicly
Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm.
He needs no indirect nor 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 be hired for meed, go back again,
And I will send you to my brother Gloucester,
Who shall reward you better for my life
Than Edward will for tidings of my death.
Second Murderer
You are deceived. Your brother Gloucester hates you.
Clarence
Oh, 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
Blessed his three sons with his victorious arm,
He little thought of this divided friendship.
Bid Gloucester think of this, and he will weep.
First Murderer
Ay, millstones, as he lessoned us to weep.
Clarence
Oh, do not slander him, for he is kind.
First Murderer
Right, as snow in harvest.
Come, you deceive yourself,
'Tis he that sent us to destroy you here.
Clarence
It cannot be, for he bewept my fortune,
He hugged 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,
Which of you, if you were a prince's son,
Being pent from liberty, as am I now,
If two such murderers as yourself came to you,
Would not entreat for life as you would beg,
Were you in my distress?
First Murderer
Relent? No. 'Tis cowardly and womanish.
Clarence
Not to relent is beastly, savage, devilish.
My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks.
Oh, if thine eye be not a flatterer,
Come thou on my side and entreat for me;
A begging prince what beggar pities not?
Second Murderer
Look behind you, my lord.
First Murderer
Take that, and that.
(Stabs him.)
If all this will not do,
I'll drown you in the malmsey butt within.
Exit [with Clarence's body].
Second Murderer
A bloody deed, and desperately dispatched.
How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands
Of this most grievous murder.
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 saved his brother.
Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say,
For I repent me that the duke is slain.
Exit.
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 take order for his burial;
And when I have my meed, I must away,
For this will out, and then I must not stay.
Act II. Scene 1
Flourish. Enter the King [Edward] (sick), the Queen [Elizabeth], Lord marquess Dorset, Rlvers, Hastings, Catesby, Buckingham 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 to 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 purged 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 are 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.
Elizabeth
Here, Hastings, I will never more remember
Our former hatred, so thrive I and mine.
King Edward
Dorset, embrace him. Hastings, love lord marquess.
Dorset
This interchange of love, I here protest,
Upon my part shall be unviolable.
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, 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 assurèd 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.
Embrace.
King Edward
A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham,
Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart.
There wanteth now our brother Gloucester here
To make the blessèd period of this peace.
Buckingham
And, in good time,
Here comes Sir Richard Ratcliffe and the duke.
Enter Ratcliffe and Richard.
Richard
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.
Brother, we have done deeds of charity,
Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate,
Between these swelling wrong-incensèd peers.
Richard
A blessèd 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
By 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 lodged between us;
Of you and you, Lord Rivers, and of Dorset,
That all without desert have frowned 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 tonight
I thank my God for my humility.
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.
Richard
Why, madam, have I offered love for this,
To be so flouted in this royal presence?
Who knows not that the noble duke is dead?
They all start.
You do him injury to scorn his corpse.
King Edward
Who knows not he is dead?
Who knows he is?
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 one in the presence
But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks.
King Edward
Is Clarence dead? The order was reversed.
Richard
But he (poor man) by your first order died,
And that a wingèd Mercury did bear;
Some tardy cripple bore the countermand,
That came too lag to see him burièd.
God grant that some, less noble and less loyal,
Nearer in bloody thoughts and not in blood,
Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did,
And yet go current from suspicion.
Enter Stanley earl of Derby.
Stanley
A boon, my sovereign, for my service done.
King Edward
I prithee, peace, my soul is full of sorrow.
Stanley
I will not rise unless your highness hear me.
King Edward
Then speak at once what is it thou requests.
Stanley
The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life,
Who slew today a riotous gentleman
Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolk.
King Edward
Have a tongue to doom my brother's death,
And shall the same give pardon to a slave?
My brother killed no man; his fault was thought,
And yet his punishment was bitter death.
Who sued to me for him? Who (in my wrath)
Kneeled at my feet, and bade me be advised?
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 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 gave himself
(All thin and naked) to the numb cold night?
All this from my remembrance brutish wrath
Sinfully plucked, 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 defaced
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 some with King and Queen.
Richard
This is the fruit of rashness. Marked you not
How that the guilty kindred of the queen
Looked pale when they did hear of Clarence' death?
Oh, 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.
Exeunt.
