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Whom I will marry straight to Clarence' daugh- (Because a bard of Ireland told me once,
5 Buck. I am thus bold to put your grace in mind To stop all hopes,whose growth may damage me.-- Of what you promis'd me.
[Exit Catesby. K. Rich. Well, but what's o'clock?
Buck. Why let it strike?
K. Ricb. Because that, like a Jack', thou So far in blood, that sin will pluck on fin.
keep'st the stroke Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.
Betwixt thy begging and my meditation.
I am not in the giving vein to-day. (or no. Is thy name---Tyrrel?
(ject. 15 Buck. Why, then resolve me whe'r you will, Tyri James Tyrrel, and your moft obedient sub- K. Rich. Thou troubleft me; I am not in the K. Rich. Art chou, indeed ?
[Exis. Tyr. Prove me, my gracious lord. [mine? Buck. Is it even so ? repays he my deep service K. Rich. Dar'ft thou resolve to kill a friend of With such contempt? made I him king for this? Tyr. Please you; but I had rather kill two ene- 2010, let me think on Hastings; and be gone mies.
(mies, To Brecknock, while my fearful head is on. [Exit. K. Rich. Why, then thou hast it; two deep ene
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251 Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody ad is done; Tyr. Let me have open means to come to them, The most arch deed of piteous massacre, And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them. That ever yet this land was guilty of. K. Ricb. Thou sing it sweet mufick. Hark, Dighton, and Forrest, whom I did fuborn come hither, Tyrrel;
To do this piece of ruthless butchery, Go, by this token :-Rise, and lend thine ear: 30 Albeit they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs,
[Whispers. Melting with tenderness and mild compassion, There is no more but fo:-Say, it is done, Wept like two children, in their deaths' sad story. And I will love thee, and prefer thee for it. 0 rbus, quoth Dighton, lay tbe gentle babes Tyr. I will dispatch it straight. (Exit. Tbus, ibus, quoth Forrest, girdling one anorber Re-enter Buckingbum.
35 Wirbin obeir alabaster innocent arms : Buck. My lord, I have confider'd in my mind Tbeir lips were four red roses on a falk, The late demand that you did found me in.
Whicb, in their summer beauty, kiss'd each otber. K. Ricb. Well, let that rest. Dorset is fed to A book of prayers on their pillow lag ; Buck. I hear the news, my lord. [Richmond. Wbicb once, quoth Forrest, almost cbangod my mind: K. Rich. Stanley, he is your wife's fon :-Well, 40 But, 0, tbe devil---there the villain stoppid; look to it.
[mire, When Dighton thus told on,---we (morbered Buck. My lord, I claim the gift, my due by pro- The most replenished sweet work of nature, For which your honour and your faith is pawn’d; Thet, from the prime creation, c'er she framd.--The earldom of Hereford, and the moveables, Hence both are gone with conscience and remorse, Which you have promised. I thall poffefs. 45 They could not speak; and so I left them both,
K. Ricb. Stanley, look to your wise, if the convey To bear these tidings to the bloody king. Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it.
Enter King Ricbard. Buck. What says your highness to myjust request? And here he comes :--- All health, my sovereign K. Ricb. I do remember me,---Henry the fixth
lord! Did prophesy, that Richmond should be king,
K. Ricb. Kind Tyrrel! am I happy in thy news? When Richmond was a little peevish boy.
Tyr. If to have done the thing you gave in charge A king !---perhaps--
Beget your happiness, be happy then, buck. My lord,
[that time For it is done. K. Ricb. How chance, the prophet could not at K. Ricb. But didn thou see them dead ? Have told me, I being by, that I mould kill him?
55 Tyr. I did, my lord. Buck. My lord, your promise for the earldom --- K. Ricb. And buried, gentle Tyrrel ?
K. Ricb. Richmond !--When last I was at Exeter, Tyr. The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them; The mayor in court'sy thew'd me the castle, But where, to say the truth, I do not know. And call'd it---Rouge-mont: at which name, il K. Rich. Come to me, Tyrrel, roon after supper, started;
160 When thou shalt tell the process of their death. * An image like those at St. Dunstan's church in Fleet-strect, and at the market-houfes at several towns in this kingdom, was usually called a Jack of : be deck-louse. Perhaps these figures were called Jacko, because the engines of that name wluch turn the spit were anciently ornamented with such a puppet.
Mean time, but think how I may do thee good, 2. Mar. When holy Henry dy'd, and my sweet And be inheritor of thy desire.
(ghoft, Farewel, 'till then.
Dutcb. Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal living Tyr. I humbly take my leave.
[Exis. Woe's scene, world's fhame, grave's due by life K. Ricb. The son of Clarence have I penn'd up 5
Brief abstract and record of tedious days, His daughter meanly have I match'd in marriage ; Reft thy unrest on England's lawsui earth, The sons of Edward Neep in Abraham's bosom,
Ah, who hath any cause to mourn, but we?
[Sitting down by ber. Catel . My lord,--
Q: Mar. If ancient sorrow be most reverent, K. Ricb. Good news or bad, that thou com't Give mine the benefit of 4 signiory, in so bluntly?
[Richmond; And let my griefs frown on the upper hand. Cates. Bad news, my lord: Morton is filed to
[Sitting down with him. And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welsh- if sorrow can admit society, Is in the field, and still his power encreaseth. [men, 20 Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine :--K. Ricb. Ely with Richmond troubles me more I had an Edward, 'till a Richard kill'd him; near,
I had a husband, 'till a Richard kill'd him: Than Buckingham and his rash-levied strength. Thou hadít an Edward, 'till a Richard kill'd him; Come ---I have learn'd, that fearful commenting Thou hadít a Richard, 'till a Richard kill'd him. Is leaden servitor to dull delay';
Dutch. I had a Richard too, and thou didst kill Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary : Then fiery expedition be my wing,
I had a Rutland too, thou holp'st to kill him. Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king!
Mar. Thou hadít a Clarence tvo; and Richard Go, muster men; My counsel is my shield;
kill'd himi We must be brief, when traitors brave the field. 30 From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept
[Exit. A hell-hound, that doth hunt us all to death : SCENE IV.
That dog that had his teeth before his eyes,
l'o worry lambs, and lap their gentls bloods Enter Queen Margaret.
That foul defacer of God's handy-work; Q. Mar. So, now prosperity begins to mellow, 35 That excellent grand tyrant of the earth, And drop into the rotten mouth of death.
That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls Here in these confines Nily have I lurk’d,
Thy womb let loose, to chase us to our graves.. To watch the waining of mine enemies.
o upright, just, and true-dispofing God, A dire induction ? am I witness to,
How do I thank thee, that this carnal cur And will to France; hoping, the consequence 40 Preys on the issue of his mother's body, Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical. [here? And makes her puc-fellow with others' moan! Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret | who comes Dutcb. O, Harry's wife, triumph not in my Enter tbe Queen and the Duchess of York.
woes; Queen. Ah, my poor princes! ah,my tender babes God witness with me, I have wept for chine. My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets ! 1451 Q. Mar. Bear with me; I am hungry for reIf yet your gentle fouls fly in the air,
venge, And be not fix'd in doom perpetual,
And now I cloy me with beholding it. Hover about me with your airy wings,
Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward ; And hear your mother's lamentation! [right Thy other Edward dead, to quit my Edward;
2. Mar. Hover about her; say that right for 50 Young York he is but boot, because both they Hath dimm'd your infant morn to aged night. Match not the high perfection of my lofs.
Durcb. So many miseries have craz’d my voice, Thy Clarence he is dead, that Itabb’d my Edward ;
The adulterate? Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey,
Queen. Wilt thou, o God, fly from such gentle Only reserv'd their factor, to buy souls,
2 Induética means preface, introduction, first part. 3 Right for rigbe is justice answering to tbe claims of juffice.
4 Signiory is here used for seniority. 5 Pue-fellow seems to be companion. We still say of persons in the same difficulties, that they are in tbe same box. 6 Bcor is that which is thrown in to 7 l. 6. Fairblejs: or adultcrate may be put for adulerer. UU 2
mend a purchase,
Earth gapes, hell burns, fiends roar, saints pray, Queen. Windy attorneys to their client woes,
Poor breathing orators of miseries! [ part That I may live to say, The dog is dead! [come, Let them have scope: though what they do im
Queen. O, thou didst prophesy, the time would 5 Help nothing else, yet they do ease the heart. (me, That I should with for thee to help me curse
Dutih. If so, then be not tongue-ty'd: go with That bottled spider, that foul bunch-back'd toad. And in the breath of bitter words let's smother Q. Mar. I callid thee then, vain flourish of my My damned son, that thy two sweet sons (mother'd. fortune;
[Drum, withir. I call’d thee then, poor shadow, painted queen; f101 hear his drum,---be copious in exclaims. The presentation of but what I was, The flattering index of a direful pageant',
Enter King Richard, and bis train, marching. One heav'd a-high, to be hurl'd down below : K. Ricb. Who intercepts me in my expedition ? A mother only mock'd with two fair babes;
Dutch. O, me, that might have intercepted thee, A dream of what thou walt; a garish flag, 15 By Atrangling thee in her accursed womb, To be the a'm of every dangerous hot;
From all the Naughters, wretch, that thou hait A sign of dignity, a breath, a bubble;
[crown, A queen in jest, only to fill the scene.
Queen. Hid'nt thou that forehead with a golden Where is thy husband now ? where be thy brothers ? Where should be branded, if that ght were right, Where be thy two sons ? wherein doft ihou joy? 20 The Slaughter of the prince that ow'd that crown, Who sues, and kneels, and 1ays---God save the And the dire death of my poor sons, and brothers ? queen?
Tell me, thou villain-Nave, where are my children? Where he the bending peers that flatter'd there? Dutch. Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy broWhere be the thronging troops that follow'd thee?
ther Clarence ? Decline all this, and see what now thou art. 25 And little Ned Plantagenet, his son ?
[Grey ? For happy wife, a most distressed widow;
Quren. Where is the gentle Rivers, Vauglian, For joyful mother, one that wails the name;
Dutch. Where is kind Hastings? [drums ! For ore being fu'd to, one that humbly lues; K. Ricb. A fourith, trumpets! strike alarum, For queen, a very caitiff crown’d with care; Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women For one that scorn’d at me, now scorn'd of me; 130Rail on the Lord's anointed : Strike, I say.--For one being fear'd of all, now fearing one;
(Flourish. Alarums For one commanding all, obey'd of none.
Either be patient, and entreat me fair, Thus hath the course of justice wheel'd about, Or with the clamorous report of war And left thee but a very prey to time;
Thus will I drown your exclamations. Having no more but thought of what thou wert, 135 Dutch. Art thou my son ?
[self. To torture thee the more, being what thou art. K. Rich. Ay, I thank God, my father, and yourThou didst ulurp my place, And dost thou not Dutcb. Then patiently hear my impatience. Usurp the just proportion of my sorrow?
K. Ricb. Madam, I have a touch 4 of your conNow thy proud neck bears half my burden'd yoke
dition, From which even here I nip my wearied head, 140 That cannot brook the accent of reproof. And leave the burden of it all on thee.
Dutch. O, let me speak. Farewel, York's wife, and queen of sad mischance, K. Rich. Do, then; but I'll not hear. These English woes Mallmake me smile in France. Dutch. I will be mild and gentle in my words.
2001. O thou well skill din curfes ! stay a while, K. Rich. And brief, good mother ; for I am in And teach me how to curle mine unemies. 14
hatte, Q: Mar. Forhear to sleep the night, and fast Durch. Art thou so hasty? I have said for thee,
God knows, in torment and in agony. Compare deizi happiness with living woc;
K. Rich. And came I not at lait to comfort you? Think that thy babes were fairer than they were, Dutcb. No, by the holy rood, thou know it it And he, that flew them, fouler than he is :
well, Bettering thy lots makes the bad causer worfe; Thou cam’lt on earth to make the earth my hell. Revolving this will teach thee how to curse. A grievous burden was thy birth to me; Queen. My words are dull, o, quicken them Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy; with thine !
Thy school-days, frightful, desperate, wild, and Q. Mar. Thy woes will make them sharp, and 55
turous; pierce like mine. (Exit Margaret.
Thy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and venDub. Why dould calamity be full of words ? |Tliy age confirm’d, proud, subtle, sy, and bloody,
! The pageants displayed on public occafions in those days, were generally preceded by a short account of the order in which the caracters were to walk. There indexes were distributed among the fpectators, that they might understand the meaning of the allegory exhibited. The index of every book was anciently placed before the beginning of it. 2 This alludes to the dangerous situation of those persons to whose care the standards of armies were entrusted. 3 i. e. words, tun'd to complaints, iuccecd joys that are dead; and unbequeath'd to them, to whom they should properly descend. * i. e, a spice or particle of your disposition.
More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred : of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. What comfortable hour canst thou name,
Whose hands soever lanc'd their tender hearts, That ever grac'd' me in thy company?
Thy head, all indirectly, gave direction : K. Rich. Faith, none, but Humphry Houre ?, No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt, that call'd your grace
"Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart, To breakfast once, forth of my company.
To revel in the entrails of my lambs. If I be so disgracious in your light,
But that still use of grief makes wild grief tame, Let me march on, and not offend you, madam.- My tongue should to thy cars not name my boys, Strike up the drum.
l'Till that my nails were anchor'd in thine eyes ; Dutch. I prythee, hear me speak.
10 And I, in such a desperate bay of death,
Like a poor bark, of lails and tackling reft,
Rush all to pieces on thy rocky bosom.
K. Ricb. Madam, so thrive I in my enterprize, K. Ricb. So.
[nance, And dangerous success of bloody wars, Dutcb. Either thou wilt die, by God's just ordi- 15 As I intend more good to you and yours, Ere from this war thou turn conqueror;
Than ever you or yours by me were harın'd! Or I with grief and extreme age Mall perish, Queen. What good is cover'd with the face of And never look upon thy face again.
heaven, Therefore, take with thee my most heavy curse; To be discover'd, that can do me good ? Which, in the day of battle, tire thee more,
K. Rich. The advancement of your children, Than all te compltat armour that thou wear'lt!
[heads. My prayers on the adverse party fight;
Queen. Up to some scaffold, there to lose their And there the little souls of Edward's children K. Ricb. No, to the dignity and height of Whisper the spirits of thine enemies,
fortune, And promise them success and victory!
25 The high imperial type 4 of this earth’s glory. Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end;
Queer. Flatter my sorrows with report of it; Shame serves 3 thy life, and doth thy death attend. Tell me, what state, what dignity, what honour,
[Exit. Canst thou demise to any child of mine? [all, Queem. Though far more cause, yet much leis K. Ricb. Even all I have; ay, and myself and spirit to curfe
30 Will I withal endow a child of thine; Abides in me; I say Amen to her. [Guing: So in the Lethc of thy angry soul K. Rich. Stay, madam, I must speak a word Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs,
Which, thou supporest, I have done to thee. Queen, I have no more fons of the royal blood, Queen. Be brief, left that the process of thy For thee to murder : for my daughters, Richard, 135) kindness They Mall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; Last longer telling than thy kindness' date. And therefore level not to hit their lives.
K. Ricb. Then know, that, from my soul, I love K. Ricb. You have a daughter call'dm-Elizabeth,
[soul. Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.
Queen. My daughter's mother thinks it with her Queen. And must the die for this? O, let her live, 40 K. Rich. What do you think? (thy soul: And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty; Queen. That thou dost love my daughter, from Slander myself, as false to Edward's bed;
So, from thy soul's love, didst thou love her Throw over her the veil of infamy:
brothers; So the may live unscarr’d of bleeding Naughter, And, from my heart's love, I do thank thee for it. 1 will confess she was not Edward's daughter. 145) K. Ricb. Be not so hasty to confound my meanK. Rirb. Wrong not her birth, she is of royal
ing : blood.
I mean, that with my soul I love thy daughter, Q:ees. To save her life, I'll say—she is not fo. And do intend to make her queen of England. K. Rich. Her life is safeft only in her birth.
Queen. Well then, who dont thou mean thall be een. And only in that safety dy'd her brothers. 50 her king? K. Ricb. Lo, at their births good stars were K. Riib. Even he that makes her queen; Who opposite.
else should be? Quern. No, to their lives bad friends were con- Queen. What, thou?
[dam? K. Ricb. All unavoided is the doom of destiny. K. Rick. I, even I: What think you or it, maQueen. True, when avoided grace makes destiny: 55 Queen. How canst thou woo her? My babes were destin'd to a fairer death,
K. Rick. That I would learn of you, di grace had bless'd thee with a fairer life.
As one being best acquainted with her humour. K. Ricb. You speak, as if that I had sain my Queen. And wilt thou learn of me? coufins.
(zend K. Riib. Madam, with all my heart. [thers, Queen, Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle co-lool Queen. Send to her, by the man that New her broii. e. biefsd, or made me happy. 2 Mr. Steevens remarks, that this may probably be an allusion to come affair of gallantry of which the Dutchess had been suspected; or, that the poet's fondness for a quibble may perhaps have induced him at once to perfonisy and chiisten that hour of the day which furumon'd his mother to breakfast. 3 is e. accompanies. 41.c. exhibition, thew.
A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave, (Put in her tender heart the aspiring flame
To whom I will retail my conqueft won,
And the shall be fole victress, Cæsar's Cæsar. Tell her, thou mad'ft away her uncle Clarence, Queen. What where I best to say? her father's Her uncle Rivers; ay, and, for her fake,
brother Mad'st quick conveyance with her good aunt Would be her lord? Or shall I say, her uncle ? Anne.
(way Or, he that New her brothers, and her uncles? K. Ricb. You mock me, madam; this is not the Under what title shall I woo for thee, To win your daughter.
15 That God, the law, my honour, and her love, Queen. There is no other way;
Can make seem pleasing to her tender years? Unless thou could'It put on some other shape, K. Ricb. Infer fair England's peace by this And not be Richard that hath done all this.
(war. K. Ricb. Say, that I did all this for love of her Queen. Which she mall purchase with still lasting Queer, Nay, then indeed, she cannot chuse but 20 K. Ricb. Tell her the king, that may command, hate thee,
entreats Having bought love with such a bloody spoil'. Queen. That at her hands, which the king's K. Rich. Look, what is done cannot be now
King forbids .
K. Rich. Say, the shall be a high and mighty Men Mall deal unadvisedly sometimes,
1251 Queen. To wail the title, as her mother doth. Which after-hours give leisure to repent.
K. Ricb. Say, I will love her everlastingly. If I did take the kingdom from your fons,
Queen. But how long shall that title, ever, laft? To make amends, I'll give it to your daughter. K. Ricb. Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. If I have kill'd the issue of your womb,
Queen. But how long fairly Tall her sweet life To quicken your increase, I will beget
it. Mine issue of your blood upon your daughter. K. Rich. As long as heaven, and nature, lengthens A grandam's name is little less in love,
Queen. As long as hell, and Richard, likes of it. Than is the doting title of a mother;
K. Ricb. Say, 1, her sov'rcign, am her subject They are as children, but one step below,
[sov'reignty. Even of your metal, of your very blood; 35 Queen. But the, your subject, loaths such Of all one pain,-save for a night of groans
K. Ricb. Be eloquent in my behalf to her. Endur'd of her, for whom you bid 2 like forrow. Queen. An honeft tale speeds best, being plainly Your children were vexation to your youth,
(tale. But mine shall be a comfort to your age.
K. Ricb. Then, in plain terms tell her my loving The lors you have, is but-a son being king,
40 Queen. Plain, and not honeft, is too harsh a style. And, by that loss, your daughter is made queen. K. Rich. Your reasons are too shallow and too I cannot make you what amends I would,
[dead;Therefore accept such kindness as I can.
Queen. O, no, my reasons are too deep and Dorset your son, that, with a fearful soul, Two deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves. Leads discontented steps in foreign foil,
45 K. Ricb. Harp not on that string, madam; that This fair alliance quickly hall call home
(break. To high promotions and great dignity.
Queen. Harp on it fill thall I, 'till heart-strings The king, that calls your beauteous daughter-wife, K. Ricb. Now, by my george, my garter, and my Familiarly shall call thy Dorsetbrother;
crown, Again ihail you be mother to a king,
150 Queen.Profan’d,dishonour'd, and the third usurp'd. And all the ruins of distressful times
K. Rich. I swear, Repair'd with double riches of content.
Queen. By nothing; for this is no oath. What! we have many goodly days to fee :
The george, profan'd, hath lost his holy honour; The liquid drops of tears that you have thed, The garter, blemish’d, pawn’d his knightly virtue; Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl ; 55 The crown, usurp'd, disgrac'd his kingly glory: Advantaging their loan, with interest
If something thou wouldit swear to be believ'd, Of çen times double gain of happiness,
Swear then by something that thou hast not Go then, my mother, to thy daughter go;
wrong'd. Make bold her bashful years with your experience; K. Ricb. Now by the world, Prepare her ears to hear a wooer's tale ; 60! Queer. 'Tis full of thy foul wrongs.
ii.e. havock. ? Bid is in the past fenft from bide. Levitical law. See Leviticus xviii. 14.
3 Alluding to the prohibition in the