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Clar. And there's for twitting me with perjury. And see our gentle queen how well she fares;

[Clar. stabs him. By this, I hope, she hath a son for us. [Excunt. Queen. Oh, kill me too! Glo. Marry, and shall. [Ofers to kill her.

SCENE VI. K.Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done 5

The Tower of London. too much

Enter King Henry with a book, and Gloster with Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with the Lieutenant, on the Tower ralls. words?

[her recovery.

Glo. Good day, my lord! What, at your book K.Edw. What! doth she swoon? use means for

so hard?

[say rather; Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my 10, K.Henry.Ay, my good lord: My lord, I should brother;

Tis sin to flatter, good was little better: P'll hence to London on a serious matter: Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike, Ere ye come there, be sure to hear niore news, And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord. Clar. What? what?

Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must Glo. The Tower, pian, the Tower! [Exit. 15


[Exit Lieutenant. Queen. Oh, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy K. Henry. So flies the reckless shepherd from mother, boy!

the wolf; Canst thou not speak 2-0 traitors! murderers!— So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, They, that stabb’d Cæsar, shed no blood at all, And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,

20 What scene of death hath Roscius now to act? If this foul deed were by, to equal it.

Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; He was a man; this, in respect, a child;

The thief doth fear each bush an officer. And men ne'er spend their fury on a child. K. Henry. The bird, that hath been limed in a What's worse than murderer, that I may name it?

bush, No, no; my heart will burst, an if I speak :- 25 With trembling wings misdoubteth' every bush: And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.--- And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals !

Have now the fatal object in my eye,

[kill'd. How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd!


my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and You have no children, butchers; if you had, Glo. Why, what a peevisho fool was that of The thought of them would have stirr'd up re- 30 Crete, morse :

That taught his son the office of a fowl ? But, if you ever chance to have a child,

And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd. Look in his youth to have him so cut off,

K. Henry. I, Dadalus; my poor son, Icarus; As, deathsmen! you have rid this sweet young Thy father, Minos, that deny'd our course ; prince.

{force. 35 The sun, that sear’d the wings of my sweet boy, K. Edu. Away with her; go, bearher hence by Thy brother Edward; and thyself, the sea, Queen. Nay, never bear nie hence, dispatch Whose envious gulph did swallow up his life. me here;

Ah, kiil me with thy weapon, not with words ! Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death: My breast can better brook thy dagger's point, What! wilt thou not :--the-, Clarence, do it thou. 40 ban can my ears that tragic history.

Clar. By heaven, I will not dothee so much ease. But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life? Queen. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do Glo. Think'st thou, I am an executioner? thou do it.

K. Henry. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art; Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear, I would If murdering innocents be executing, not do it?

45 Why, then thou art an executioner. Queen. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself;

Gló. Thy son I killd for his presumption. 'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity:

K. Henry. Hadst thou been kill'd, when first What! wilt thou not? where is that devil's

thou didst presume, butcher,

Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine. Hard-favour'd Richard? Richard, where art thou: 50 And thus I prophesy,—that many a thousand, Thou art not here: Murder is thy alms-deed; Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear; Petitioner for blood thou ne'er putt'st back. And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's, K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her And many an orphan's water-standing eye,hence.

Men for their sons, wives for their husbands' fate, Queen. So come to you, and yours, as to this 55 And orphans for their parents timeless death, prince !

[Exit Queen. Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born. K, Edw. Where's Richard gone?

The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign; Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guess,

The night-crow cry'd, aboding luckless time; To make a bloody supper in the Tower. [head. Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook down

K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his 60 trees; Now march we hence: discharge the common sort The raven rook'd' her on the chimney's top, With pay and thanks, and let's away to London, And chattering pyes in disinal discords sung. 'i. e. fears, or suspects.

i. e. childish. To rook, or rather to ruck, is a north-country word, signifying to squat down, or lodge on any thing. All of a ruck is a Staffordshire expression for all on a heap. Ss 4



Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, Re-purchas’d with the blood of enemies.
And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope; What valiant foe-men, like to autumn's corn,
To wit, an undigest deformed lump,

Have we mow'd down, in top of all their pride! Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.

Three dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd Teeth hadst thou in thy head, when thou wast born, 5 For hardy and undoubted champions : To signify,—thou can’st to bite the world: I'wo Cliffords, as the father and the son, And, if the rest be true which I have heard, And two Northumberlands: two braver men Thou cam’st into the world with thy legs forward. Ne'erspurr'd theircoursers at thetrumpet'ssound: Glo. I'll hear no more ;-Die, prophet, in thy With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and speech.

[Stabs him. 10

Montague, For this, ainongst the rest, was I ordain'd. That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion, K. Henry. Ay, and for much more slaughter And made the forest tremble when they roar'd. after this.

Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat, O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! [Dies. And made our footstool of security.-

Glo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster 15 Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy:Sink in the ground? I thought, it would have

[Taking the child. mounted.

[death! Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles and myself See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night; O, may such purple tears be always shed Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat, From ihose that wish the downfall of our house : 20 l'hat thou might'st repossess the crown in peace; If any spark of life be yet remaining,

And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain. Down, down to hell; and say, I sent thee thi- Glo.I'll blast his harvest, if your head were lay'd; ther,

Stubs him again. For yet I am not look'd on in the world. I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.

This shoulder was ordain'd so thick, to heave; Indeed, 'tis true, that Henry told me of; |25 And heave it shall some weight, or break my For I have often heard my mother say,

back :I came into the world with my legs forward ; Work thou the way,--and thou shalt execute?: Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,

[ Aside. And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right? K. Edw. Clarence and Gloster, love my lovely The midwife wonder'd, and the women cry'd, 30

queen; (, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!" And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both. And so I was; which plainly signify'd

Clar. T'he duty that I owe unto your majesty, That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Queen. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy broLet hell make crook'd my mind, to answer it. 35

ther, thanks. I had no father, I am like no father :

Glo. And, that I love the tree from whence thou I have no brother, I am like no brother: (vine,

sprang'st, And this word-love, which grey-beards call di- Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit:Be resident in men like one another,

To say the truth,soJudas kiss'd his master; And me; I am myself alone.

40And cry'd-All hail! when as he meant- Aside. Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light;

All harm. But I will sort' a pitchy day for thee:

K. Edw. Now am I seated as my soul delights, For I will buz abroad such prophecies,

Having my country's peace, and brothers' loves. That Edward shall be scarful ot his life;

Clar. What will your grace have done with And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death. 145

King Henry, and the prince his son, are gone: Reignier, her father, to the king of France
Clarence, thy turn is next; and then the rest ; Alath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,
Counting myself but bad, 'till I be best.

And bither have they sent it for her ransom. I'll throw thy body in another room,

K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom. [Erit. 50 to France. SCENE VII.

And now what rests, but that we spend the time The Palace in London.

With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows, *Enter King Edward, the Queen, with the young Such as befit the pleasures of the court ?

Prince, Clarence, Gloster, Hastings, and At- Sound, drumsand trumpets! farewell,sour annoy! tendunts,

|55For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. K. Edz. Once more we sit in England's royal

[Exeunt omnes. throne,

' i, e. I will select or chuse such a day, whose gloom shall be as fatal to thee. he speaks this line, first touching his head, and then looking on his hand.

It is supposed LIFE AND DEATH OF





King Edward IV.
EDWARD, Prince of Wales,

afterwards Edward V. Sons to Eduard IV.
RICHARD, Duke of York,
GEORGE, Duke of Clarence, Brother to Edward IV.
A young Son of Clarence.
RICHARD, Duke of Gloster, Brother to Edward IV.

afierwards King Richard III.
Cardinal Bourchier, Archbishop of Canterbury.
Archbishop of YORK.?
Bishop of Ely.
Duke of NORFOLK. Earl of SURRY,
Earl Rivers, Brother to King Edward's Queen.
Marquis of DORSET,} Sons.
Earl of RICHMOND, afterwards King Henry VII.
Lord Hastings.

Lord Lovel.
Earl of OXFORD.
Sir James BLOUNT.
Sir Robert BRAKENBURY, Lieutenant of the

Another Priest.
Lord Mayor.
ELIZABETH, Queen of Edward IV.
Queen MARGARET, Widow of Henry VI.
Anne, Widow of Edward Prince of Wales, Son

to Henry VI. afterwards married to the Duke

of Gloster. Dutchess of YORK, Mother to Edward IV. Cla

rence, and Richard III.

Sherif, Pursuitant, Scritener, Citizens, Ghosts, Soldiers, and other Attendants.

A C T I.


Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, England.

Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;

Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, London. A Street.

Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Enter Richard Duke of Gloster, 5 Grim-visag'dwar hath smooth'd hiswrinkled front; Glo. Now is the winter of our discontent And now,-instead of mounting barbed 'steeds,

Made glorious summer by this sun? of To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,-

He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber,
And all the clouds, that lowr'd upon our house, To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
In the deep bosom of the ocean bury'd. 10 But I,--that am not shap'd for sportive tricks,


· This tragedy, though it is call'd the Life and Death of this prince, comprizes, at most, but the last eight years of his time; for it opens with George duke of Clarence being clapp'd up in the Tower, which happen'd in the beginning of the year 1477; and closes with the death of Richard at Bosworth Field, which battle was fought on the 22d of August, in the year 1485. Alluding to the cognizance of Edward IV. which was a sun, in memory of the three suns, which are said to have appear'd at the battle which he gain'd over the Lancastrians at Mortimer's Cross. 3 i. e. steeds furnished with armour, or warlike trappings.



Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; That made him send lord Hastings to thc Tower;
1, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's niajesty, From whence this present day, he is deliver’d?
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; We are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe.
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,

Clar. By heaven, I thiuk, there is no man secure,
Cheated of feature by dissembling' nature, 5 But the queen's kindred,and night-walking heralds
Deform’d, unfinish’d, sent before my time That trudge betwixt the king and mistress Shore.
Into this breathing world, scarce halt made up, ileard you not, what an humble suppliant
And that so lamely and unfashionably,

Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery? That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them;

Glo. Humbly complaining to her deity Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, 10 Got my lord chamberlain his liberty. Have no delight to pass away the time;

I'll tell


what, -I think, it is our way, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun,

If we will keep in favour with the king, And descant? on mine own deformity :

To be her men, and wear her livery: And therefore, -since I cannot prove a lover, The jealous o'er-worn widow, and herself, To entertain these fair well-spoken days,-- 15 Since that our brotherdubb’d them gentlewomen, I am determined to prove a villain,

Are mighty gossips in this monarchy. And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

Brak. I beseech your graces both to pardon me; Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous, His majesty hath straitly given in charge, By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams, That no man shall have private conference, To set my brother Clarence, and the king, 20Of what degree soever, with his brother. [bury, In deadly hate the one against the other:

Glo. Even so ? an please your worship, BrakenAnd, if king Edward be as true and just, You may partake of any thing we say: As I am subtle, false, and treacherous,

We speak no treason, man ;- We say, the king This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up; Is wise, and virtuous; and his noble queen About a prophecy, which says-that G (25 Well struck in years; fair, and not jealous:Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.

We say, that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot, Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here Clarence A cherry lip, a bonny eye, a passing pleasing

tongue; Enter Clarence guarded, and Brakenbury. That the queen's kindred are made gentle-folks: Brother, good day: What means this armed guard, 30 How say you, sir? can you deny all this? Tharewaits upon your grace?

Bruk: With this, my lord, inyself have nought Clar. His majesty,

to do.

[thee, fellow, Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed Glo. Nought to do with mistress Shore? I tell This conduct to convey me to the Tower. He that doth naught with her, excepting one, Glo. Upon what cause?

33 Were best to do it secretly, alone. Clar. Because my name is-George.

Brak. What one, my lord ? (tray me? Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours; Glo. Her husband, knave :-Would'st thou beHeshould, for that, commit your godfathers:- Brak. I beseech your grace to pardon me; and, O, belike, his majesty hath some intent,

withal, That

you should be new christen’d in the Tower. 40 Forbear your conference with the noble duke. But what's the matter, Clarence? may I know i Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know; for I pro

will obey.

Čobey. test,

o \
Brother, farewell: I will unto the king;

Glo. We are the queen's abjects', and must
As yet I do not: But, as I can learn,
He hearkens after prophecies, and dreams; 45 And whatsoe'er you will employ me in,-
And wom the cross-row plucks the letter G, Were it, to call King Edward's widow-sister,
And saysma wizard told him, that by G I will perform it, to enfranchise you.
His issuc disinherited should be;

Mean time, this deep disgrace in brotherhood And, for my name of George begins with G, Touches me deeper than you can imagine. It follows in his thought, that I am he:

50 Clar. I know, it pleaseth neither of us well. These, as I learn, and such like toys * as these, Glo. Well, your inprisonment shall not be long: Have mov'd his highness to commit me now.

I will deliver you, or else lye for you: Glo. Why, this it is, when men are rul'd by Mean time, have patience.

Clar. I must perforce® : farewell. 'Tis not the king, that sends you to the Tower; 55

[Ereunt Clarence and Brakenbury, My lady Grey his wife, Clarence, 'tis she,

Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er That tempts him to this harsh extremity.

return, Was it not she, and that good man cf worship, Simple, plain Clarence !-I do love thee so, Anthony Woodeville, her brother there, That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven,

'i, e. deceitful. * Sir John Hawkins observes, that descant is a term in music, signifying in general that kind of harmony wherein one part is broken and formed into a kind of paraphrase on the other. I prefer the common acceptation—to consider or runinate on. Si. e. preparations for imischief. The induction is preparatory to the action of the play: * i. e. fancies. That is, not the queen's subjects, whom she might protect, but her abjects, u hom she drives away. • Alluding to the proverb, “ Patience perforce is a medicine for a inad dog."


Rest you,

If heaven will take the present at our hands. Poor key-cold ' figure of a holy king!
But who comes here: the new-deliver'd Hastings? Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster!
Enter Hastings.

Thou bloodless reinnant of that royal blood ! Hast. Good time of day unto my gracious lord:

Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost, Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain ! 5 To hear the lamentations of poor Anne, Well are you welcome to this open air.

Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter's son, How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment i Stabb’d by the self-same band that niade these Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners

wounds! must:

Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life, But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks, 101 pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes :That were the cause of iny imprisonment. O, cursed be the hand, that made these holes! Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence Cursed the heart, that had the heart to do it! too;

Cursed the blood, that let this blood from hence!
For they, that were your enemies, are bis, More direful hap betide that hated wretch,
And have prevail'd as much on him, as you. 15 That makes us wretched by the death of thee,
Hast. More pity, that the eagleshould be mew'd', Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads,
While kites and buzzards play at liberty. Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives!
Glo. What news abroad?

If ever he have child, abortive be it,
Hast. No news so bad abroad, as this at home;- Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,
The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy, 20 Whose ugly and unnatural aspect
And his physicians fear him mightily.

May fright the hopeful mother at the view;
Glo. Now, by saint Paul, that news is bad, in- And that be heir to his unhappiness!
O, he hath kept an evil diet long, [deed. If ever he have wife, let her be made
And over-much consum’d his royal person; More miserable by the death of him,
'Tis very grievous to be thought upon. 25 Than I am made by my young lord, and thee!
What, is he in his bed ?

Come, now,toward Chertsey with your holy load, Hast. He is.

Taken from Paul's to be interred there; Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you. And, still as you are weary of the weight, [Erit Hastings.

whiles I lament king Henry's corse. He cannot live, I hope ; and must not die, 30

Enter Gloster. "Till George be pack'd with post-horse up to Glo. Stay you, that bear the corse, and set it down. heaven.

Anne. What black magician conjures up this fiend, P'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence, To stop devoted charitable deeds? [Paul, With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments;

Glo. Villains, set down the corse; or, by saint And, if I fail not in my deep intent,

|35I'll make a corse of him that disobeys. Clarence hath not another day to live:

Gen. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass. Which done, God take king Edward to his mercy, Glo. Unmanner'd dog! stand thou when I And leave the world for me to bustle in !

command: For then I'll marryWarwick's youngest daughter: Advance thy halberd higher than ny breast, What though I kill'd her husband, and her father : 40 Or, by saint Paul, I'll strike thee to iny foot, The readiest way to make the wench amends, And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness, Is to become her husband, and her father: Anne. What do you tremble? are you all afraid! The which will I; not all so much for love, Alas, 1 blame you not; for you are morta As for another secret close intent,

And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil. By marrying her, which I must reach unto. 45 Avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell! But yet I run before my horse to market: Thou had'st but power over his mortal body, Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives, and

His soul thou canst not have ; therefore, be gone. reigns;

Glo. Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst. When they are gone, then must I count my gains. Anne. Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and

trouble us not;

For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell, SCEN E II.

Fill'd it with cursing cries, and deep exclaims.

If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,
Another Street.

Behold this pattern of thy butcheries:-
Enter the Corse of Henry the Sixth, with halberds 55 Oh, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds

to guard it; Lady Anne being the mourner. Open their congeal'd mouths,and bleed afresh'! Anne. Set down, set down your honourable Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity; load,

For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood If honour may be shrouded in a hearse, From cold and empty veins, where no blood Whilst I awhile obsequiously lament 60 Thy deed, inhuman, and unnatural, [dwells ! The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster. Provokes this deluge most unnatural.

'A mew was the place of confinement where a hawk was kept till he had moulted. Obsequious, in this instance, means funereal. A key, on the account of the coldness of the metal of which it is composed, was anciently employed to stop any slight bleeding. *i. e. instance or example. It is a tradition very generally received, that the inurdered body bleeds on the touch of the murderer. Mr. Tollet observes, that this opinion seems to be derived from the ancient Swedes, or Northern pations from whom we descend; for they practised this method of trial in dubious cases.

O God,

(Erit. 50

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