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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,
Have moved his highness to commit me now.

Glo. Why this it is when men are ruled by

women.

Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings; Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled

front; And now, instead of mounting barbéd 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 ma

jesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;

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 determined 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

"T is not the King that sends you to the Tower :
My Lady Grey his wife, Clarence, 't is she
That tempers him to this extremity.
Was it not she, and that good man of worship
Antony Woodeville, 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.

Clar. 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 to her, for his delivery ?

Glo. 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 this monarchy.

Brak. 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 his brother. Glo. Even so? An please your worship, Braken

bury, You may partake of anything 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 the Queen's kindred are made gentlefolks

: How say you, sir; can you deny all this? Brak. With this, my lord, myself have nought

to do. Glo. 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.

Brak. What one, my lord ?
Glo. Her husband, knave :- wouldst thou

betray me?
Brak. I beseech your grace to pardon me ;

withal Forbear your conference with the noble duke.

comes.

Enter Clarence, guarded, and BRAKENBURY. Brother good day. What means this arméd

guard That waits upon your grace ? Clar.

His majesty,
Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed
This conduct to convey me to the Tower.

Glo. Upon what cause ?
Clar. Because my name is George.

Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours:
He should for that commit your godfathers :-
O, belike his majesty hath some intent
That you

shall be new christened in the Tower. But what's the matter, Clarence : may I know?

Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know; for 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

will obey.

mourner.

Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and Clarence hath not another day to live :

Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy, Glo. We are the Queen's abjects, and must And leave the world for me to bustle in : obey.

For then I 'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter. Brother, farewell : I will unto the King : What though I killed her husband, and her father: And whatsoe'er you will employ me in,

The readiest way to make the wench amends Were it to call King Edward's widow sister, Is to become her husband and her father : I will perform it to enfranchise you.

The which will I: not all so much for love Meantime, this deep disgrace in brotherhood As for another secret close intent, Touches me deeper than you can imagine. By marrying her, which I must reach unto.

Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well. But yet I run before my horse to market:

Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long: Clarence still breathes ; Edward still lives and I will deliver you or else lie for you.

reigns : Meantime, have patience.

When they are gone then must I count my gains. Clar. I must perforce : farewell.

(Exit. [Exeunt CLARENCE, BRAKENBURY, and Guard. Glo. Go tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return,

Scene II.-The same. Another Street. Simple, plain Clarence! I do love thee so That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven,

Enter the corpse of King Henry THE SIXTH, If heaven will take the present at our hands.

borne in an open coffin; Gentlemen, bearing But who comes here: the new-delivered Hastings?

halberds, to guard it; and LADY ANNE, as Enter HASTINGS.

Anne. Set down, set down your honourable load Hast. Good time of day unto my gracious lord. (If honour may be shrouded in a hearse),

Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain : Whilst I awhile obsequiously lament Well are you welcome to this open air.

The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster. How hath your lordship brooked imprisonment? Poor key-cold figure of a holy king, Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster, must:

Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood, But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost That were the cause of my imprisonment. To hear the lamentations of poor Anne, Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughtered son, too:

Stabbed by the self-same hand that made these For they that were your enemies are his,

wounds! And have prevailed as much on him as you. Lo, in these windows that let forth thy life Hast. More pity, that the eagle should be I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes.mewed,

O curséd be the hand that made these holes. While kites and buzzards prey at liberty. Curséd the heart that had the heart to do it: Glo. What news abroad?

Curséd the blood that let this blood from hence ! Hast. No news so bad abroad as this at home: More direful hap betide that hated wretch The King is sickly, weak, and melancholy, That makes us wretched by the death of thee, And his physicians fear him mightily.

Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads, Glo. Now by Saint Paul this news is bad Or any creeping venomed thing that lives ! indeed!

If ever he have child, abortive be it, O he hath kept an evil diet long,

Prodigious, and untimely brought to light; And over-much consumed his royal person : Whose ugly and unnatural aspect 'Tis very grievous to be thought upon.

May fright the hopeful mother at the view : What, is he in his bed ?

And that be heir to his unhappiness ! Hast. He is.

If ever he have wife, let her be made Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you. More miserable by the death of him

[Exit Hastings. Than I am made by my young lord and thee ! — He cannot live, I hope; and must not die Come, now toward Chertsey with your holy load, Till George be packed with posthorse up to heaven. Taken from Paul's to be interréd there : I'll in to urge his hatred more to Clarence, And still, as you are weary of the weight, With lies well steeled with weighty arguments; Rest you whiles I lament King Henry's corse. And if I fail not in my deep intent,

[The bearers take up the corpse, and advance.

:

Enter GLOSTER. Glo. Stay you that bear the corse, and set it

down. Anne. What black magician conjures up this

fiend, To stop devoted charitable deeds ? Glo. Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint

Paul,
I'll make a corse of him that disobeys.

1st Gent. My lord, stand back and let the

coffin pass.

Glo. 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 coffin. 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.

Glo. 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 't is thy presence that exhales this blood
From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells:
Thy deed, 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 Heaven with lightning strike the mur

derer 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 butcheréd !

Glo. 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.

Glo. ButIknow none, and therefore am no beast.
Anne. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth!

Glo. More wonderful when angels are so angry.
Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman,
Of these supposed evils to give me leave,
By circumstance, but to acquit myself.

Anne. Vouchsafe, diffused infection of a man, For these known evils but to give me leave, By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self. Glo. 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 excuse current but to hang thyself.

Glo. By such despair I should accuse myself.
Anne. And by despairing shalt thou stand

excused;
For doing worthy vengeance on thyself,
That didst unworthy slaughter upon others.

Glo. Say that I slew them not?

Anne. Why then they are not dead: But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee.

Glo. I did not kill your husband.
Anne. Why then he is alive.
Glo. Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand.
Anne. In thy foul throat thou liest. Queen

Margaret saw
Thy murderous faulchion smoking in his blood:
The which thou once didst bend against her breast,
But that thy brothers beat aside the point.

Hlo. I was provoked by her slanderous tongue, Thavaid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders.

Anne. Thou wast provokéd by thy bloody mind, That never dreamt on aught but butcheries. Didst thou not kill this king ?

Glo. I grant ye.
Anne. Dost grant me, hedgehog ? Then God

grant me too
Thou mayst be damned for that wicked deed!
O he was gentle, mild, and virtuous.
Glo. The fitter for the King of heaven, that

hath him. Anne. He is in heaven, where thou shalt nevet

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Anne. Thou wast the cause and most accursed Told the sad story of my father's death, effect.

And twenty times made pause to sob and weep, Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect: That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks, Your beauty, which did haunt me in my sleep Like trees bedashed with rain :-in that sad time To undertake the death of all the world,

My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear: So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. And what these sorrows could not thence exhale,

Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with These nails should rend that beauty from my

weeping. cheeks.

I never sued to friend nor enemy; Glo. These eyes could not endure that beauty's | Mytongue could never learn sweet soothing word: wreck:

But now thy beauty is proposed my fee, You should not blemish it if I stood by.

My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to As all the world is cheeréd by the sun,

speak. [She looks scornfully at him. So I by that: it is my day, my life.

Teach not thy lip such scorn: for it was made Anne. Black night o'ershade thy day, and For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. death thy life!

If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature: thou art Lo here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword : both.

Which if thou please to hide in this true breast, Anne. I would I were, to be revenged on thee. And let the soul forth that adoreth thee, Glo. It is a quarrel most unnatural,

I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, To be revenged on him that loveth thee.

And humbly beg the death upon my knee. Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable,

(He lays his breast open; she offers at To be revenged on him that killed my husband.

it with his sword. Glo. He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband, Nay, do not pause; for I did kill King Henry: Did it to help thee to a better husband.

But 't was thy beauty that provokéd me. Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the Nay, now despatch ; 't was I that stabbed young earth.

Edward: [She again offers at his breast. Glo. He lives that loves you better than be But 't was thy heavenly face that set me on. could.

[She lets fall the sword. Anne, Name him.

Take

up

the sword again, or take up me. Glo. Plantagenet.

Anne. Arise, dissembler: though I wish thy Anne. Why, that was he.

death, Glo. The self-same name, but one of better I will not be thy executioner. nature.

Glo. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. Anne. Where is he?

Anne. I have already. Glo. Here. [She spits at him.] Why

Glo. That was in thy rage : dost thou spit at me?

Speak it again, and even with the word, Anne. 'Would it were mortal poison, for thy This hand, which for thy love did kill thy love, sake.

Shall for thy love kill a far truer love: Glo. Never came poison from so sweet a place.

To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary. Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad. Anne. I would I knew thy heart. Out of my sight! thou dost infect mine eyes.

Glo. 'T is figured in my tongue. Glo. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected Anne. I fear me both are false. mine.

Glo. Then never man was true. Anne. 'Would they were basilisks, to strike Anne. Well, well, put up your sword. thee dead.

Glo. Say, then, my peace is made. Glo. I would they were, that I might die at Anne. That shalt thou know hereafter. once ;

Glo. But shall I live in hope? For now they kill me with a living death.

Anne. All men, I hope, live so.
Those

eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt Glo. Vouchsafe to wear this ring.
tears;

Anne. To take is not to give.
Shamed their aspects with store of childish drops :

[She puts on the ring. These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear,- Glo. Look, how this ring encompasseth thy Not when my father York and Edward wept

finger, To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart: When black-faced Clifford shook his sword at him: Wear both of them, for both of them are thine Nor when thy warlike father, like a child, And if thy poor devoted servant may

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But beg one favour at thy gracious band,
Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever.

Anne. What is it?
Glo. That it may please you leave these sad

designs
To him that hath more cause to be a mourner,
And presently repair to Crosby-place :
Where, after I have solemnly interred
At Chertsey monastery 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 Berkley, go along with me.

Glo. Bid me farewell.
Anne. 'T is more than you deserve:

But since you teach me how to flatter you,
Imagine I have said farewell already.
[Exeunt Lady Anne, Tressel, and BERKLEY.
Glo. Take up the corse, sirs.
Gent. Towards Chertsey, noble lord ?
Glo. No, to White-friars: there attend my com-

ing. (Exeunt the rest, with the corpse.
Was ever woman in this humour woo'd?
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 her 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

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