I may not suffer you to visit them; The king hath strictly charg'd the contrary. I mean, the lord protector. Q. Eliz. The Lord protect him from that kingly Hath he set bounds between their love, and me? Anne. Their aunt I am in law, in love their mother: Then bring me to their sights; I'll bear thy blame. And take thy office from thee, on my peril. Brak. No, madam, no, I may not leave it so; I am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me. [Exit BRAKENBURY. Enter STANLEY Stan. Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence, And I'll salute your grace of York as mother, Anne. Despiteful tidings! Dor. Be of good cheer: your grace? O unpleasing news Mother, how fares Q. Eliz. O Dorset, speak not to me, get thee gone, Death and destruction dog thee at the heels; Stan. Full of wise care is this your counsel, madam : Take all the swift advantage of the hours; You shall have letters from me to my son In your behalf, to meet you on the way: Be not ta'en tardy by unwise delay. Duch. O ill-dispersing wind of misery! O my accursed womb, the bed of death; A cockatrice hast thou hatch'd to the world, Whose unavoided eye is murderous ! Stan. Come, madam, come; I in all haste was sent. Anne. And I with all unwillingness will go. O, would to God, that the inclusive verge Of golden metal, that must round my brow, Were red-hot steel, to sear me to the brain ! Anointed let me be with deadly venom; And die, ere men can say God save the queen! Q. Eliz. Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory; To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm. Anne. No! why?-When he, that is my husband now, Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse; When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his hands, Which issu'd from my other angel husband, Than thou hast made me by my dear lord's death! And prov'd the subject of mine own soul's curse: Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep, But with his timorous dreams was stili awak'd. Q. Eliz. Poor heart, adieu; I pity thy complaining. KING RICHARD III. Anne. No more than with my soul I mourn for Dor. Farewell, thou woful welcomer of glory! Go thou to sanctuary, and good thoughts possess Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes, [Exeunt. SCENE II. A Room of State in the Palace. Flourish of trumpets. RICHARD, as King upon his throne; BUCKINGHAM, CATESBY, a Page, and others. K. Rich. Stand all apart. ham, ACT IV. That look into me with considerate eyes;— Page. My lord. K. Rich. Know'st thou not any, whom corrupt. Would tempt unto a close exploit of death? 1 [Exit Page. The deep-revolving witty Buckingham How Buck. My gracious sovereign. advice, Inquire me out some mean-born gentleman, Whom I will marry straight to Clarence' daughter.— Thus high, by thy The boy is foolish, and I fear not him. And thy assistance, is king Richard seated: To try it thou be current gold, indeed : speak. Buck. Say on, my loving lord. K. Rich. Why, Buckingham, I say, I would be king. Buck. Why, so you are, my thrice-renowned liege. lives. Buck. True, noble prince. K. Rich. O bitter consequence, That Edward still should live, prince! - true, noble Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull: - K. Rich. Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness Say, have I thy consent, that they shall die? Before I positively speak in this. I will resolve your grace immediately. Look, how thou dream'st! I say again, give out, I must be married to my brother's daughter, Re-enter Page, with TYRREL. Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers, Tyr. Let me have open means to come to them, Rise, and lend thine ear: There is no more but so: — Say, it is done, [Whispers. [Erit. And I will love thee, and prefer thee for it. Tyr. I will despatch it straight. Re-enter BUCKINGHAM. Buck. My lord, I have consider'd in my mind The late demand that you did sound me in. That, from the prime creation, e'er she fram`d. Hence both are gone with conscience and remorse, They could not speak; and so I left them both, - Well, To bear this tidings to the bloody king. Enter KING RICHARD. Buck. My lord, I claim the gift, my due by promise, For which your honour and your faith is pawn'd; The earldom of Hereford, and the moveables, Which you have promised I shall possess. K. Rich. Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it. Buck. What says your highness to my just request? K. Rich. I do remember me, Henry the Sixth Did prophesy, that Richmond should be king, When Richmond was a little peevish boy. A king! perhaps Buck. My lord, K. Rich. How chance, the prophet could not at that time, Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him? Because a bard of Ireland told me once, K. Rich. Buck. Ay, what's o'clock? I am thus bold To put your grace in mind of what you promis'd me? K. Rich. Well, but what is't o'clock ? Buck. Of ten. K. Rich. Well, let it strike. Buck. Upon the stroke Why, let it strike? K. Rich. Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'st the stroke Betwixt thy begging and my meditation. I am not in the giving vein to-day. Buck. Why, then resolve me whe'r you will, or no. K. Rich. Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein. [Exeunt KING RICHARD and Train. Buck. And is it thus? repays he my deep service With such contempt? made I him king for this? O, let me think on Hastings; and be gone To Brecknock, while my fearful head is on. [Exit. SCENE III. The same. Enter TYRREL. Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody act is done; The most arch deed of piteous massacre, That ever yet this land was guilty of. Dighton, and Forrest, whom I did suborn To do this piece of ruthless butchery, Albeit they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs, Melting with tenderness and mild compassion, Wept like two children, in their death's sad story. O thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes, Thus, thus, quoth Forrest, girdling one another Within their alabaster innocent arms: Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, Which, in their summer beauty, kiss'd each other. A book of prayers on their pillow lay: Which once, quoth Forrest, almost chang'd my mind; And here he comes: - All health, my sovereign lord! K. Rich. Kind Tyrrel! am I happy in thy news? K. Rich. But didst thou see them dead? K. Rich. K. Rich. Come to me, Tyrrel, soon, at after supper, When thou shalt tell the process of their death. Mean time, but think how I may do thee good, And be inheritor of thy desire. Farewell, till then. Tyr. [Exit. I humbly take my leave. K. Rich. The son of Clarence have I penn'd up close; His daughter meanly have I match'd in marriage; Enter QUEEN MARGARET. Q. Mar. So, now prosperity begins to mellow. And will to France; hoping, the consequence Q. Eliz. Ah, my poor princes! an, my tender babes! Hover about me with your airy wings, And hear your mother's lamentation! Q. Mar. Hover about her; say, that right for right Hath dimm'd your infant morn to aged night. Duch. So many miseries have craz'd my voice, That my woe-wearied tongue is stiil and mute, — Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? Q. Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet, Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. Q. Eliz. Wilt thou, O God, fly from such gentle And throw them in the entrails of the wolf? Woe's scene, world's shame, grave's due by life usurp'd, Brief abstract and record of tedious days, [Sitting down. Unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood! Q. Eliz. Ah, that thou would'st as soon afford a grave, As thou canst yield a melancholy seat; [Sitting down ty her [Sitting down with them. Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine : I had an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him; I had a husband, till a Richard kill'd him : Thou hadst an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him : Thou hadst a Richard, till a Richard kill'd him. Duch. I had a Richard too, and thou didst kill him; I had a Rutland too, thou holp'st to kill him. From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept Q. Mar. Bear with ine; I am hungry for revenge, And send them thither: But at hand, at hand, Ensues his piteous and unpitied end: Q. Eliz. O, thou didst prophecy, the time would That I should wish for thee to help me curse Q. Mar. I call'd thee then, vain flourish of my I call'd thee then, poor shadow, painted queen; Where be the bending peers that flatter'd thee? chance, These English woes shall make me smile in France Q. Eliz. O thou well skill'd in curses, stay a while, And teach me how to curse mine enemies. Q. Mar. Forbear to sleep the night, and fast the day; Compare dead happiness with living woe; Q. Eliz. My words are dull, O, quicken them with thine! Q. Mar. Thy woes will make them sharp, and pierce like mine. [Erit Q. MARGARET. Duch. Why should calamity be full of words? Q. Eliz. Windy attorneys to their client woes, Airy succeeders of intestate joys, Poor breathing orators of miseries! Let them have scope: though what they do impart Help nothing else, yet do they ease the heart. Duch. If so, then be not tongue-ty'd: go with me, And in the breath of bitter words let's smother My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd [Drum, within I hear his drum, — be copious in exclaims. Enter KING RICHARD, and his Train, marching. Where should be branded, if that right were right, And little Ned Plantagenet, his son? Q. Eliz. I have no more sons of the royal blood, Q. Eliz. Where is the gentle Rivers, Vaughan, And therefore level not to hit their lives. Duch. Where is kind Hastings? K. Rich. A flourish, trumpets! — strike alarum, Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Either be patient, and entreat me fair, K. Rich. Ay; I thank God, my father, and yourself. Duch. Then patiently hear my impatience. K. Rich. Madam, I have a touch of your condition, K. Rich. Duch. Art thou so hasty? I have staid for thee, K. Rich. And came I not at last to comfort you? Thy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and venturous, K. Rich. 'Faith, none, but Humphrey Hour, that To breakfast once, forth of my company. Let me march on, and not offend you, madam. Duch. I pr'ythee, hear me speak. K. Rich. You speak too bitterly. Duch. K. Rich. You have a daughter call'd - Elizabeth, Q. Eliz. And must she die for this? O, let her live, So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter, - she is not so. Q. Eliz. To save her life, I'll say - Q. Eliz. No, to their lives bad friends were con- K. Rich. All unavoided is the doom of destiny. K. Rich. You speak, as if that I had slain ny Q. Eliz. Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt, But that still use of grief makes wild grief tame, K. Rich. Madam, so thrive I in my enterprize, Q. Eliz. What good is cover'd with the face of Hear me a word, To be discover'd, that can do me good? For I shall never speak to thee again. K. Kich. So. Duch. Either thou wilt die, by God's just or- Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; Q. Eliz. Up to some scaffold, there to lose their heads? K. Rich. No, to the dignity and height of fortune, The high imperial type of this earth's glory. Q. Eliz. Flatter my sorrows with report of it; Tell me, what state, what dignity, what honour, Canst thou demise to any child of mine? K. Rich. Even all I have; ay, and myself and all |