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March. Enter Queen MARGARET, Prince EDWARD, SOMERSET, OXFORD, and Soldiers.

'Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,

*But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. "What though the mast be now blown over-board, "The cable broke, the holding anchor lost, 'And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood; Yet lives our pilot still: Is't meet, that he 'Should leave the helm, and like a fearful lad, *With tearful eyes add water to the sea, *And give more strength to that which hath too much: *Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, *Which industry and courage might have sav'd? *Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this? 'Say, Warwick was our anchor; What of that? 'And Montague our top-mast; What of him? "Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; What of these? "Why, is not Oxford here another anchor? 'And Somerset another goodly mast? "The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? 'And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge? 'We will not from the helm, to sit and weep; *But keep our course, though the rough wind say — no, *From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck. *As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair. *And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea? *What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit? *And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock? *All these the enemies to our poor bark. *Say, you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while: *Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink: *Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off, *Or else you famish, that's a threefold death. This speak I, lords, to let you understand, *In case some one of you would fly from us, That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers, *More than with ruthless waves, with sands and rocks. *Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided,

"Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear. *Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant spirit *Should, if a coward heard her speak these words, *Infuse his breast with magnanimity,

*And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
'I speak not this, as doubting any here:
'For, did I but suspect a fearful man,
'He should have leave to go away betimes;
'Lest, in our need, he might infect another,
'And make him of like spirit to himself.
'If any such be here, as God forbid!
'Let him depart, before we need his help.

'Oxf. Women and children of so high a courage! And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame. 'O, brave young prince! thy famous grandfather Doth live again in thee; long may'st thou live, To bear his image, and renew his glories! 'Som. And he, that will not fight for such a hope,

'Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day, 'If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at. *Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, thanks.

*Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath nothing else.

Enter a Messenger.

'Mess. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand, 'Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.

'Oxf. I thought no less: it is his policy, "To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided. Som. But he's deceiv'd, we are in readiness. Q. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your forward

ness.

Oxf. Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge. March. Enter, at a distance, King EDWARD, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces.

'K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood,

"Which, by the heavens' assistance, and your strength, 'Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night. I need not add more fuel to your fire, *For, well I wot, ye blaze to burn them out: "Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords. Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say,

'My tears gainsay; 10) for every word I speak, Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes. "Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign,

'Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd, 'His realm a slaughterhouse, his subjects slain, 'His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent ; 'And yonder is the wolf, that makes this spoil. "You fight in justice; then, in God's name, lords, 'Be valiant, and give signal to the fight.

SCENE V.

[Exeunt both Armies.

Another Part of the same.

Alarums: Excursions: and afterwards a Retreat. Then enter King EDWARD, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces: with Queen MARGARET, OXFORD, and SOMERSET, Prisoners.

'K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous broils. Away with Oxford to Hammes' castle 1) straight: For Somerset, off with his guilty head. Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak. Oxf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words. 'Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune. [Exeunt OXFORD and SOMERSET, guarded. To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. *Q. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous world, *K. Edw. Is proclamation made,

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*Shall have a high reward, and he his life? *Glo. It is: and, lo, where youthful Edward comes.

Enter Soldiers, with Prince EDWARD.

*K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak:

What! can so young a thorn begin to prick? 'Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, 'For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, *And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to? Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York! Suppose that I am now my father's mouth; Resign thy chair, and where I stand, kneel thou,

Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee,
Which, traitor, thou would'st have me answer to.
Q. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so resolv'd!
'Glo. That you might still have worn the petticoat,
And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster.
Prince. Let Esop 2) fable in a winter's night;
His currish riddles sort not with this place.
Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that word.
Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men.
Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive scold.
Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crook-back ||
rather.

'K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.

Clar. Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert.

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Prince. I know my duty, you are all undutiful : Lascivious Edward, and thou perjur'd George,And thou misshapen Dick, — I tell ye all, I am your better, traitors as ye are; "And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here. 13) [Stabs him. 'Glo. Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony. [GLO, stabs him. *Clar. And there's for twitting me with perjury. [CLA. stabs him. [Offers to kill her.

Q. Mar. O, kill me too! Glo. Marry, and shall.

'K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done too much.

Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with words? 14)

'K. Edw. What! does she swoon? use means for

her recovery.

Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother; 'I'll hence to London on a serious matter: 'Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. Clar. What? what?

'Glo. The Tower! the Tower!

[Exit. 'Q. Mar. O, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy!

"Canst thou not speak? O traitors! murderers! They, that stabb'd Cæsar, shed no blood at all, Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame, *If this foul deed were by, to equal it. 'He was a man: this, in respect, a child; And men ne'er spend their fury on a child. 'What's worse than murderer, that I may name it? *No, no; my heart will burst, an if I speak: *And I will speak, that so my heart may burst. 'Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals! *How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd! "You have no children, butchers! if you had, "The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse : 'But, if you ever chance to have a child, Look in his youth to have him so cut off, 'As, deathsmen! you have rid this sweet young prince! K. Edw. Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce. Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, despatch me here;

Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death: What! wilt thou not? then, Clarence, do it thou. Clar. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease. Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it.

Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear, I would not do it?

Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself; "Twas sin before, 15) but now 'tis charity. "What! wilt thou not? where is that devil's butcher, Hard-favour'd Richard? Richard, where art thou? Thou art not here: Murder is thy alms-deed; Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back.

'K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence. Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this prince! [Exit, led out forcibly. K. Edw. Where's Richard gone? Clar. To London, all in post: and, as I guess, To make a bloody supper in the Tower. K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head. Now march we hence: discharge the common sort With pay and thanks, and let's away to London, And see our gentle queen how well she fares; 'By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. [Exeunt.

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'Tis sin to flatter, good was little better: Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike, And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord. *Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer. [Exit Lieutenant. *K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf:

So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, And next his throat unto the butcher's knife. — What scene of death hath Roscius now to act? Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

'K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in a bush, "With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush: And I the hapless male 16) to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye, Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and kill'd.

'Glo. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete, "That taught his son the office of a fowl? 'And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd. 'K. Hen. I, Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus; Thy father, Minos, that denied our course: "The sun that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy, Thy brother Edward; and thyself the sea, 'Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life. *Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words! 'My breast can better brook thy dagger's point, Than can my ears that tragic history. *But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life? 'Glo. Think'st thou, I am an executioner? K. Hen. A persecutor, I am sure thou art; 'If murdering innocents be executing, Why, then thou art an executioner. Glo. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption. K. Hen. Hadst thou been kill'd, when first thou didst presume,

Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine. And thus I prophesy, - that many a thousand, "Which now mistrust no parcel of iny fear; 17) ‘And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's, 'And many an orphan's water-standing eye, 'Men for their sons, wives for their husbands' fate, 'And orphans for their parents' timeless death, 'Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born. The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign; "The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time; Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook down trees; The raven rook'd her 18) on the chimney's top, And chattering pies in dismal discords sung.

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Die, prophet, in thy
[Stabs him.

For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.
K. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.
O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! [Dies.
Glo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster
Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted.
See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's death! ||
'O, may such purple tears be always shed
'From those that wish the downfall of our house! -
'If any spark of life be yet remaining,
Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither,
[Stabs him again.
I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.
Indeed, 'tis true, that Henry told me of;
For I have often heard my mother say,
I came into the world with my legs forward:
Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,
'And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right?
The midwife wonder'd: and the women cried,
O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!
'And so I was; which plainly signified
That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog.
"Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so,
Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.
I have no brother, I am like no brother:

'And this word - love, which greybeards call divine,
Be resident in men like one another,
And not in me; I am myself alone,

Re-purchas'd with the blood of enemies.
What valiant foe-men, like to autumn's corn,
Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride?
Three dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd
For hardy and undoubted champions:
Two Cliffords, as the father and the son,
And two Northumberlands: two braver men
Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound:
"With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and
Montague,

That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion,
And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.
Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat,
And made our footstool of security.
Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy:
Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles, and myself,
Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night;
Went all a foot in summer's scalding heat,
That thou might'st repossess the crown in peace;
And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.
Glo. I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;
For yet I am not look'd on in the world.
This shoulder was ordain'd so thick, to heave;
And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:-
Work thou the way, and thou shalt execute. 20)
[Aside.
K. Edw. Clarence, and Gloster, love my lovely

queen;

And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.
Clar. The duty, that I owe unto your majesty,
I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.

K. Edw. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother,
thanks. 21)

'Glo. And, that I love the tree from whence thou
sprang'st,

'Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit:
To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master;

Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light; And cried all hail! when as he meant

But I will sort a pitchy day for thee: '")
For I will buz abroad such prophecies,
"That Edward shall be fearful of his life;
And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death.
'King Henry, and the prince his son, are gone:
'Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest;
Counting myself but bad, till I be best.
'I'll throw thy body in another room,
And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom.

SCENE VII.

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The same. A Room in the Palace.
King EDWARD is discovered sitting on his Throne;
Queen ELIZABETH with the infant PRINCE, CLA-
RENCE, GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and others, near him.
K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal throne,

all harm.

Aside.

K. Edw. Now am I seated as my soul delights,
Having my country's peace, and brothers' loves.
Clar. What will your grace have done with Mar-
garet?

Reignier, her father, to the king of France
Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,
And hither have they sent it for her ransome.
K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence to
France.

And now what rests, but that we spend the time
With stately triumphs, 22) mirthful comic shows,
Such as befit the pleasures of the court?
Sound, drums and trumpets!

farewell, sour

annoy!
For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.

[Exeunt.

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Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York; 1)
And all the clouds, that lowr'd upon our house,
In the deep bosom of the ocean bury'd.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. 2)
Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
And now,
instead of mounting barbed steeds, 3)
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers 4) nimbly in a lady's chamber,
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;

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I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty,
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
1, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, 5)
Deform'd, unfinish'd, 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;

Sir JAMES BLOUNT.

Sir WALTER HERBERT.

Sir ROBERT BRAKENBURY, Lieutenant of the Tower. CHRISTOPHER URSWICK, a Priest.

Another Priest.

Lord Mayor of London.

Sheriff of Wiltshire.

ELIZABETH, Queen of King Edward IV.
MARGARET, Widow of King Henry VI.

Duchess of YORK, Mother to King Edward IV.,
Clarence, and Gloster.

Lady ANNE, Widow of Edward Prince of Wales, Son to King Henry VI.; afterwards married to the Duke of Gloster.

A young Daughter of Clarence.

Lords, and other Attendants; two Gentlemen, a Pursuivant, Scrivener, Citizens, Murderers, Messengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, &c.

England.

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, 7)
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 mew'd up;
About a prophecy, which says that G
Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here Clarence

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He should, for that, commit your godfathers:
O, belike, his majesty hath some intent,
That you shall be new-christen'd 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 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 mov'd his highness to commit me now.

Glo. Why, this it is, when men are rul'd by wo

men:

"Tis not the king, that sends you to the Tower; My lady Grey, his wife, Clarence, 'tis 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 deliver'd?
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 dubb'd 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, 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,

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I will deliver you, or else lie for you: 12) Mean time, have patience.

Clar.

I must perforce; farewell. [Exeunt CLARENCE, BRAKENBURY, and Guard. Glo. 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-deliver'd Hastings? Enter HASTINGS.

Hast. Good time of day unto my gracious lord!
Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain !
Well are you welcome to this open air.
How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment?
Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners must;
But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks,
That were the cause of my imprisonment.
Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence too;
For they, that were your enemies, are his,
And have prevail'd as much on him, as you.
Hast. More pity, that the eagle should be mew'd, ' 3)
While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.
Glo. What news abroad?

Hast. No news so bad abroad, as this at home;
The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy,
And his physicians fear him mightily.

Glo. Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad indeed.
O, he hath kept an evil diet 14) long,
And over-much consum'd his royal person;
'Tis very grievous to be thought upon.
What, is he in his bed?

He is.

Hast.
Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you.
[Exit HASTINGS.

He cannot live, I hope; and must not die,
Till George be pack'd with posthorse up to heaven.
I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence,
With lies well steel'd 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 kill'd 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 II.

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The same. Another Street. Enter the Corpse of King HENRY the Sixth, borne in an open Coffin, Gentlemen bearing Halberds, to guard it; and Lady ANNE as Mourner. Anne. Set down, set down your honourable load, If honour may be shrouded in a hearse, Whilst I a while obsequiously lament 15) The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster. Poor key-cold 16) 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 slaughter'd son,

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