himselfe and to lâ—ue without it 1 Zounds it is euen now at my â—lbowe perswading me Not to kill the Duke 2 Take the diuell in thy minde and beleeue him not He would insinuate with thee to make thee sigh 1 Tut I am strong in fraud he cannot preuaile with me I warrant thee 2 Spoke like a tall fellow that respects his reputation Come shall we to this geere 1 Take him ouer the costard with the hilts of thy sword And then we wil chop him in the malmsey But in the next roome 2 Oh excellent deuice make a sop of him 1 Harke he stirs shall I strike 2 No first le ts reason with him Cla. Where art thou keeper giue me a cup of wine 1 You shall haue wine enough my Lâ— aâ—on Cla. In Gods name what art thou 2 A man as you are Cla. Bâ—t not as I am royall 2 Nor you as we are loyall Cla. Thy voice is thunder but thy lookes are humble 2 My voice is now the Kings my lookes mine owne Cla. How darkly and how deadly doest thou speakâ— Tell me who are you wherefore come you hither Am. To to to Cla. To murther me Am. I. Cla. You scarcely haue the hearts to tell me sâ— And therefore cannot haue the hearts to doe it Wherein my friends haue I offended you 1 Offended vs you haue not but the King Cla. I shal be reconcild to him againe 2 Neuer my Lo therfore prepare to die Cla. Are you cald foorth from out a woâ—ld of men To slay the innocent what is my offence Where are the euidence that doe accuse me What lawfull quest haue giuen their verdict vp Vnto the frowâ—â—ng ludge or who pronounst The bitteâ— sentence of poore Clarence death Before I be conuict by course of law To threaten me with death is most vnlawfull I charge you as you hope to haue redemption By Christs deare bloud shed for our grieuous sinnes That you depart and lay no hands on me The deede you vndertake is damnable 1 What we will doe we doe vpon command 2 And he that hath commanded is the King Clar. Errâ—nious Vassaile the great King of Kings Hath in the tables of his law commanded That thou shalt doe no murder and wilt thou then Spurne at his edict and fulfill a mans Take heede for he holds vengeance in his hands To hurle vpon their heads that breake his law 2 And that same vengeance doth he throw on thee For false forswearing and for murder too Thou didst receiue the holy sacrament To fight in quarell of the house of Lancaster 1 And like a traitor to the name of God Didst breake that vowe and with thy trecherous blade Vnripst the bowels of thy soueraignâ—s sonne 2 Whom thou wert sworne to cherish and defend 1 How canst thou vrge Gods dreadfull Law to vs When thou hast broke it in so deare degree Cla. Alas for whose sake did I that ill deede For Edward for my brother for his sake Why sirs he sends ye not to murder me for this For in this sinne he is as deepe as I It God will be reuenged for this deede Take not the quaâ—â—ell from his powerfull arme He needes no indirect nor lawlesse course To cut off those that haue offended him 1 Who made thee then a bloudy minister When gallant springing braue Plantagenet That Princely Nouice was stroke dead by thee Cla. My brothers loue the diuell and my rage 1 Thy brothers loue the diuell and thy fault Haue brought vs hither now to murder thee Cla. Oh if you loue my brother hate not me I am his brother and I loue him well If you be hirde for meede go backe againe And I will send you to my brother Glocester Who will reward you better for my life Then Edward will for tydings of my death 2 You are deceiu'd your brother Glocester hates you Cla. Oh no he loues me and he holds me deare Go you to him from me Am. I so we will Cla. Tell him when that our princely father Yorke Blest his three sonnes with his victorious arme And chargd vs from his soule to loue each other He little thought of this deuided friendship Bid Glocester thinke of this and he will weepe Am. I milstones as he lessond vs to weepe Cla. O doe not slaunder him for he is kind 1 Right as snow in haruest thou deceiu'st thy selfe T is he haâ—h sent vs hither now to slaughter thee Cla. It cannot be for when I parted with him He hugd me in his armes and swore with sobâ— That he would labour my deliuery 2 Why so he doth now he deliuers thee From this woâ—lds thraldome to the ioies of heauen 1 Makes peace with God for you must die my Lo Cla. Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soule To counsell me to make my peace with God And art thou yet to thy owne soule so blinde That thou wilt war with God by murdring me Ah sirs consider he that set you on To doe this deede will hate you for this deede 2 What shall we doe Cla. Relent and saue your soules 1 Relent t is cowardly and womanish Cla. Not to relent is beastly sauage diuelish My friend I spie some pitty in thy lookes Oh if thy eye be not a flatterer Come thou on my side and intreat for me A begging Prince what begger pitties not 1 I thus and thus if this wil not serue He stabs him I le chop thee in the malmesey But in the next roome 2 A bloudy deede and desperately performd How faine like Pilate would I wash my hand Of this most grieuous guilty murder done 1 Why doest thou not helpe me By heauens the Duke shall know how â—lacke thou art 2 I would he knew that I had saued his brother Take thou the fee and tell him what I say For I repent me that the Duke is slaine Exit 1 So doe not I go coward as thou art Now must I hide his body in some hole Vntill the Duke take order for his buâ—iall And when I haue my meede I must away For this will out and here I must not stay Exeunt Enter King Queene Hastings Ryuers Dorcet c. Kin. So now I haue done a good daies worke You peeres continue this vnited league I euery day expect an Embasâ—age From my redeemer to redeeme me hence And now in peace my soule shall part from heauen Since I haue set my friends at peace on earth Riuers and Hastings take each others hand Dâ—sseâ—ble not your hatred sweare your loue Riu. By heauen my heart is purgd from grudging hate And with my hand I seale my true hearts loue Hast. So thriue I as I truely sweare the like Kin. Take heede you dally not before your King Least he that is the supreme King of Kings Confound your hidden falshood and award Either of you to be the others end Hast. So prosper I as I sweare perfect loue Riu. And I as I loue hastings with my heart Kin. Madame your selfe are not
â—nd come to me And we will both together to the tower Where he shall see the boare will vse vs kindely Mess. My gratiouâ— Lo I le tell him what you say Enter Cates. Cat. Many good morrowes to my noble Lo Hast. Good morrow Catesby you are early stirring What newes what newes in this our tottering state Cat. It is a reeling world indeede my Lo And I beleeue it will neuer stand vpright Till Richard weare the garland of the Realme Hast. Howe we are the garland doest thou meane the crowne Cat I my good Lord. Hast. I le haue this crowne of mine cut from my shoulders Ere I will see the crowne so foule misplaste But canst thou guesse that he doth aâ—me at it Cat. Vpon my life my Lo and hopes to find you forward Vpon his party for the gaine thereof And thereupon he sends you this good newes That this same very day your enemies The kindred of the Queene must die at Pomfret Hast. Indeede I am no mourner for that newes Because they haue beene still mine enemies But that I le giue my voice on Richards side To barre my Masters he iâ—es in true discent God knowes I will not doe it to the death Cat. God keepe your Lordship in that gratioâ—s minde Hast. But I shall laugh at this a tweluemonth hence That they who brought me in my Masters hate I liue to looke vpon their tragedy I tell thee Catesby Cat. What my Lord Hast. Ere a fortnight make me elder I le send some packing that yet thinke not on it Cat. T is aâ—vile thing to die my gratious Lord When men are vnprepard and looke not for it Hast. O Monstrous monstrous and so fals it out With Riuers Vaugâ—an Gray and so t will doe With some men els who thinke themselues as safe As thou and I who as thou knowest are deare To Princely Richard and to Buckingham Cat. The Princes both make high account of you For they account his head vpon the bridge Hast. I know they doe and I haue well deserued it Enter Lord Stanley What my Lo where is your boare-speare man Feare you the boare and go so vnprouided Stan. My Lo good morrow good morrow Catesby You may iest on but by the holy â—oode I doe not like these seuerall councels I. Hast. My Lo I hould my life as deare as you doe yours And neuer in my life I doe protest Was it more pretious to me then it is now Thinke you but that I know our state secure I would be so triumphant as I am Stan. The Lords at Pomfret when they rode from London Were iocund and supposde their states was sure And they indeed had no cause to mistrust But yet you see how soone the day ouercast This sodaâ—ne scab of rancour I misdoubt Pray God I say I proue a needelesse coward But come my Lo shall we to the tower Hast. I go but stay heare you not the newes This day those men you talkt of are beheaded Sta. They for their truth might better weare their heads Then some that haue accusde them weare their hats But come my Lo let vs away Enter Hastin a Purssâ—anâ— Hast. Go you before I le follow presently Hast. Well met Hastings how goes the world with thee Pur. The better that it please your Lo to aske Hast. I tell thee fellow t is better with me now Then when I met thee last where now vve meete Then was I going prisoner to the tower By the suggestion of the Queenes allies But now I tell thee keepe it to thy selfe This day those enemies are put to death And I in better state then euer I was Pur. God hold it to your honors good content Hast. Gramercy Hastings hold spend thou that He giues him his purse Pur. God saue your Lordship Hast. What Sir Iohn you are wel met Enter a priest I am beholding to you for your last daies exercise Come the next sabaoth and I will content you He whispers in his care Enter Buckingham Buc. How now Lo Chamberlaine what talking with a priest Your friends at Pomfret they doe need the priest Your honour hath no shriuing worke in hand Hast. Good faith and when I met this holy man Those men you talke of came into my minde What go you to the tower my Lordâ— Buck. I doe but long I shall not stay I shall returne before your Lordship thence Hast. T is like enough for I stay dinner there Buck. And supper too although thou knowest it not Come shall we go along Exeunt Enter Sir Rickard Ratliffe with the Lo Riuers Gray and Vaughan prisoners Ratl. Come bring foorth the prisoners Ryu. Sir Richard Ratliffe let me tell thee this To day shalt thou behold a subiect die For truth for duty and for loyalty Gray God keepe the Prince from all the packe of you A knot you are of damned bloudsuckers Ryu. O Pomfret Pomfret Oh thou bloudy prison Fatall and ominous to noble peeres Within the guilty closure of thy walâ— Richaâ—d the second here was hackt to death And for more slaunder to thy dismall soule We gâ—ue thee vp our guiltlesse blouds to drinke Gray Now Margarets ourse is falne vpon our heads For standing by when Richard stabd her sonne Riu. Then curst she Hastings then curst she Buckingham Then curst she Richâ—rd Oh remember God To heare her praiers for them as now for vs And for my sister and her princely sonne Be satisfied deare God with ouâ— true blouds Which as thou knowest vniustly must be spilt Rat. Come come dispatch the limit of your lineâ— is out Ryu. Come Gray come Vaughan let vs all imbrace And take our leaue vntill we meete in heauen Exeunt Enter the Lords to Councell Hast. My Lords at once the cause why we are met Is to determine of the coronation In Gods name say when is this royall day Buc. Are all things fitting for that royall time Dar. It is and wants but nomination Ryu. To morrow then I guesse a happy time Buc. Who knowes the Lo protectors mind here in Who is most inwaâ—d with the noble Duke Bi. Why you my Lo me thinks you should soonest know his mind Buc. Who I my Lo we know each others faces But for our harts he knowes no more of mine Then I of yours nor I no more of his then you of mine Lo Hastings you and he are neere in loue Hast. I thanke his Grace I know he loues me well But for his purpose in the coronation I haue not 〈◊〉 him nor he deliuerd His Graces pleasure any way therein But you my noble Lo may name the time And in the Dukes behalfe I le giue my voice Which I presume he will take in Gentle part Bish. Now in good time here comes the Duke himselfe Ent. Glo. Glo. My noble L. and Cosens 〈◊〉 good morrow I haue beene long a sleeper but I hope My absence doth neglect no great designes Which by my presence might haue been coucluded Buc. Had not you come
contrarie King All vnauoided is the doome of destinie Qu. True when auoided grace makes destinie My babes were destinde to a fairer death If grace had blest thee with a fairer life King Madam so thriue I in my dangerous attempt of hostile armes As I intend more good to you and yours Then euer you or yours were by me wrongd Qu. What good is couerd with the face of heauen To be discouerd that can do me good Kiâ—g The aduancement of your children mightie Ladie Qu. Vp to some scaffold there to loose their heads King No to the dignitie and height of honor The high imperial tipe of this earths glorie Qu. Flatter my sorrowes with report of it Tell me what sâ—ate what dignitie what honor Canâ—t thou demise to anie child of mine King Euen all I haue yea and my selfe and all Will I withal endow a child of thine So in the Lethe of thy angrie soule Thou drown the sadd remembrance of those wrongs Which thou supposest I haue done to thee Qu. Be briefe least that the processe of thy kindnes Last longer telling then thy kindnes doe King Then know that from my soule I loue thy daughter Qu. My daughters mother thinkes it with her soule King What do you thinke Qu. That thou dost loue my daughter from thy soule So from thy soules loue didst thou loue her brothers And from my harts loue I do thanke thee for it King Be not so hastie to confound my meaning I meane that with my soule I loue thy daughter And meane to make her Queene of England Qu. Saie then who dost thou meane shal be her king King Euen he that makes her Queen who should be else Qu. What thou King I euen I what thinke you of it Maddame Qu. How canst thou wooe her King That would I learne of you As one that are best acquainted with her humor Qu. And wilt thou learn of me King Madam with al my hart Qu. Send to her by the man that slew her brothers A paire of bleeding harts thereon ingraue Edward and Yorke then happelie she wil weepe Therefore present to her as sometime Margaret Did to thy father a handkercher steept in Rutlands bloud And bid her drie her weeping eies therewith If this inducement force her not to loue Send her a storie of thy noble acts Tel her thou madst awaie her Vncle Clarence Her Vncle Riuers yea and for her sake Madst quicke conueiance with her good Aunt Anne King Come come you mocke me this is not the waie To Win your daughter Qu. There is no other waie Vnlesse thou couldst put on some other shape And not be Richard that haâ—h done all this King Infer faire Englands peace by this alliance Qu. Which she shall purchase with still lasting war King Saie that the king which may command intreats Qu. Thâ—t at her hands which the kings king forbids King Saie she shal be a high and mightie Queene Qu. To waile the title as her mother doth King Saie I wil loue her euerlastinglie Qu. But how long shall that title euer last King Sweetlie inforce vnto her faire lyues end Qu. But how long farely shall her swâ—et life last King So long as heauen and nature lâ—ngthens it Qu. So long as hell and Richard likes of it King Saie I her soueraign am her subiect loue Qu. But she your subiect loaths such soueraintie King Be eloquent in my behalfe to her Qu. An honest tale speeds best being plainlie told King Then in plaine termes tell her my louing tale Qu. Plaine and not honest is to harsh a stile King Madame your reasons are too shallow too quicâ—e Qu. O no my reasons are to deepe and dead Too deepe and dead poore infants in their graue King Harpe not one that string Madam that is past Qu. Harpe on it still shall I till hartstrings breake King Now by my George my Garter and my crown Qu. Prophand dishonerd and the third vsurped Kiâ—g I sweare by nothing Qu. By nothing for this is no oath The George prophand hath lost his holie honor The Garter blâ—misht pawnd his knightlie vertue The crown vsurpt disgracâ—t his kinglie dignitie If something thou wilt sweare to be beleeude Sweare then by something that thou hast not wrongd King Now by the world Qu. T is ful of thy foule wrongs King My Fathers death Qu. Thy life hath that dishonord King Then by my selfe Qu Thy selfe thy selfe misusest King Whie then by God Qu Gods wrong is most of all If thou hadst feard to breake an oath by him The vnitie the king my brother made Had not bene broken nor my brotâ—er slaine If thou hadst feard to breake an oath by him The emperiall mettall circling now thy brow Had grast the tender temples of my childe And both the princes had bene breathing heere Which now two tender plaie fellowes for dust Thy broken faith hath made a praie for wormes King By the time to come Qu. That thou hast wrongd in time orepast For I my selfe haue manie teares to wash Hereafter time for time by the past wrongd The children liue whose parents thou hast slaughterd Vngouernd youth to waile it in their age The parents liue whose children thou hast butcherd Olde withered plantes to waile it with their age Sweare not by time to come for that thou hast Misused eare vsed by time misused orepast King As I intend to prosper and repent So thriue I in my dangerous attempt Of hostile armes my selfe my selfe confound Daye yeeld me not thy light nor night thy rest Be opposite all planets of good lucke To my proceedings if with pure heartes loue Immaculate deuocion holie thoughtes I tender not thy beauteous princelie daughter In her consistes my happines and thine Without her followes to this land and me To thee her selfe and manie a Christian soule Sad desolation ruine and decaie It cannot be auoided but by this It will not be auoided but this Therefore good mother I must call you so Be the atturney of my loue to her Pleade what I will be not what I haue bene Not by desâ—rtes but what I will deserue Vrge the necessitie and statâ— of times And be not pieuish fond in greâ—t designes Qu. Shall I be temptâ—d of the diuell thus King I if the diuell tempt thee to doe good Qu. Shall I forget my selfe to be my selfe King I if your selfes remembrance wrong your selfe Qu. But thou didst kill my children King But in your daughters wombe I buried them Where in that nest of spicerie they shall breed Selfes of themselues to your recomfiture Qu. shall I go winne my daughter to thy will King And be a happie mother by the deede Qu. I goe write to me verie shortlie King Beare her my true loues kisse farewell Exit Relenting foole and shallow changing woman Enter Rat. Rat. My gracious Soueraigne on the westerne coast Rideth a puissant Nauie To the shore Throng manie doubtfull hollow harted friendes Vnarmd and vnresolud to beate them backe T is thought
exemptâ— in this Nor your son Dorset Bucking ham nor you You haue beene factious one against the other Wife loue Lo Hastings let him kisse your hand And what you doe doe it vnfainedly Q. Here Hastings I will neuer more remember Our former hatred so thriue I and mine Dor. This enterchange of loue I here protest Vpon my part shal be vnuiolable Hast. And so sweare I my Lord. Kin. Now princely Buckingham seale thou this league With thy embracement to my wiues allies And make me happy in your vnity Buc. When euer Buckingham doth turne his hate On you or yours but with all duteous loue Doth cherish you and yours God punish me With hate in those where I expect most loue When I haue most neede to imploy a friend And most assured that he is a friend Deepe hollow trecherous and full of guile Be he vnto me this doe I begge of God When I am cold in zeale to you or yours Kin. A pleasing cordiall Princely Buckingham Is this thy vow vnto my sickly heart There wanteth now our brother Glocester here To make the perfect period of this peace Enter Glocest. Buc. And in good time here comes the noble Duke Glo. Good morrow to my soueraigne King Queene And Princely peeres a happy time of day Kin. Happy indeede as we haue spent the day Brother we haue done deedes of charity Made peace of enmity faire loue of hate Betweene these swelling wrong insenced peeres Glo. A blessed labour my most soueraigne liege Amongst this princely heape if any here By false Intelligence or wrong surmise Hold me a foe if I vnwittingly or in my rage Haue ought committed that is hardly borne By any in this presence I desire To reconcile me to his friendly peace T is death to me to be at enmity I hate it and desire all good mens loue First Madam I intreate true peace of you Which I will purchase with my dutious seruice Of you my noble Coosen Buckingham If euer any grudge were logde betweene vs. Of you Lo Riuers and Lord Gray of you That all without desert haue frownd on me Dukes Earles Lords gentlemen indeed of all I doe not know that English man aliue With whom my soule is any iotte at oddes More then the infant that is borne to night I thanke my God for my humility Qu. A holy day shall this be kept hereafter I would to God all â—â—â—ifes were well compounded My soueraigne liege I doe beseech your Maiesty To take our brother Clarence to your Grace Glo. Why Madame haue I offred loue for this To be thus scorned in this royall presence Who knowes not that the noble Duke is dead You doe him inâ—ury to scorne his corse Ryu. Who knowes not he is dead who knowes he isâ— Qu. All seeing heauen what a world is this Buck. Looke I so pale Lo Dorset as the rest Dor. I my good L and no one in this presence But his red couler hath forsooke his cheekes Kin. Is Clarence dead the order was reuerst Glo. But he poore soule by your first order died And that a wingled Mercury did beaâ—e Some tardy cripple bore the countermaund That came too lâ—g to see him buried God grant that some lesse noble and lesse loyall Neerer in bloudy thoughts but not in blond Deserue not worse then wretched Clarence dâ—d And yet go currant from suspition Enter Darby Dar. A boone my soueraigne for my seruice done Kin. I pray thee peace my soule is full of sorrow Dar. I will not rise vnlesse your highnesse grant Kin. Then speake at once what is it thou demaundst Dar. The forfeit soueraigne of my seruantâ— life Who slew to day a riotous gentleman Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolke Kin. Haue I a tongue to doome my brothers death And shall the same giue pardon to a slaue My brother slew no man his fault was thought And yet his punishment was cruell death Who sued to me for him who in my rage Kneeld at my feete and bad me be aduisde Who spake of Brotherhood who of loue Who told me how the poore soule did forsake The mighty Warwicke and did fight for me Who tolde me in the field by Teuxbery When Oxford had me downe he rescued me And said deare brother liue and be a King Who told me when we both lay in the field Frozen almost to death how he did lappe me Euen in his owne garments and gaue himselfe All thin and naked to the numbcold night All this from my remembrance brutish wrath Sinfully puckt and not a man of you Had so much grace to put it in my minde But when your carters or your waighting vassailes Haue done a drunken slaughter and defaste The pretious image of our deare Redeemer You straight are on your knees for pardon pardon And I vniustly too must grant it you But for my brother not a man would speake Nor I vngratious speake vnto my selfe For him poore soule The proudest of you all Haue beene beholding to him in his life Yet none of you would once pleade for his life Oh God I feare thy Iustice will take hold On me and you and mine and yours for this Exit Come Hastings help me to my closet oh poore Clarence Glo. This is the fruit of rashnes markt you not How that the guilty kindred of the Queene Lookt pale when they did heare of Clarence death Oh they did vrge it still vnto the King God will reuenge it But come le ts in To comfort Edward with our company Exeunt Enter Dutches of Yorke with Clarence Children Boy Tell me good Granam is our father dead Dut. No boy Boy Why doe you wring your hands and beate your breast And câ—ie Oh Clarence my vnhappy sonne Gerl. Why doe you looke on vs and shake your head And call vs wretches Orphanes castawaies If that our noble father be aliue Dut. My prety Cosens you mistake me much I doe lament the sicknesse of the King As loth to loose him not your fathers death It were lost labour to weepe for one that 's lost Boy Then Granam you conclude that he is dead The King my Vnckle is too blame for this God will reuenge it whom I will importune With daily praiers all to that effect Dut. Peace children peace the King doth loue you wel Incapable and shallow innocents You cannot guesse who causde your fathers death Boy Granam we can For my good Vnckle Glocester Tould me the King prouoked by the Queene Deuisd impeachments to imprison him And when he tould me so he wept And hugd me in his arme and kindly kist my cheeke And bad me rely on him as in my father And he would louâ— me dearely as his child Dut. Oh that deceit should steale such gentle shapes And with a vertuous visaid hide foule guile He is my sonne yea and therein my shame Yet from my dogs he drew not this deceit Boy Thinke you my Vnckle did dissemble Granam Dut. I boy Boy I cannot thinke it