Glo. A blessed labour, my most sovereign liege. Among this princely heap, if any here, By false intelligence, or wrong surmise, Hold me a foe; If I unwittingly, or in my rage, Have aught committed that is hardly borne To reconcile me to his friendly peace. I hate it, and desire all good men's love.— Q. Eliz. A holy-day shall this be kept hereafter: You do him injury to scorn his corse. Q. Eliz. All-seeing Heaven, what a world is this! presence But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks. K. Edw. Is Clarence dead! the order was reversed. Glo. But he, poor man, by your first order died, And that a wingéd Mercury did bear: Some tardy cripple bore the countermand, That came too lag to see him buried.— God grant that some, less noble and less loyal, Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood, Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did, And yet go current from suspicion! Enter STANLEY. Stan. A boon, my sovereign, for my service done! K. Edw. I pr'y thee, peace; my soul is full of sorrow. Stan. I will not rise unless your highness hear me. K. Edw. Then say at once what is it thou request'st. Stan. The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life: Who slew to-day a riotous gentleman, K. Edw. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death, And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave? [Exeunt KING, QUEEN, HASTINGS, RIVERS, Glo. This is the fruit of rashness! Marked you not How that the guilty kindred of the Queen Looked pale when they did hear of Clarence' death? O they did urge it still unto the King: SCENE II.-The same. [Exeunt. Enter the DUCHESS OF YORK, with a Son and Daughter of CLARENCE. Son. Good grandam, tell us is our father dead? Daugh. Why do you weep so oft, and beat your breast, And cry, "O Clarence, my unhappy son?" Son. Why do you look on us, and shake your And call us orphans, wretches, castaways, Duch. My pretty cousins, you mistake me both : Son. Then, grandam, you conclude that he is dead. The King my uncle is to blame for this: Duch. Peace, children, peace! the King doth love you well. Incapable and shallow innocents, You cannot guess who caused your father's death. Told me the King, provoked to 't by the Queen, Bade me rely on him as on my father, Duch. Ah that deceit should steal such gentle shapes, And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice! Son. I cannot think it.-Hark! what noise is this? Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, distractedly; RIVERS and DORSET following her. Q. Eliz. Ah! who shall hinder me to wail and weep; To chide my fortune, and torment myself? Duch. What means this scene of rude im patience? Q. Eliz. To make an act of tragic violence: Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead. Why grow the branches when the root is gone: Why wither not the leaves that want their sap? If you will live, lament; if die, be brief; That our swift-wingéd souls may catch the King's, Or, like obedient subjects, follow him Duch. Ah, so much interest have I in thy sorrow As I had title in thy noble husband! I have bewept a worthy husband's death, But now two mirrors of his princely semblance arms, And plucked two crutches from my feeble hands, Clarence and Edward. O what cause have I (Thine being but a moiety of my grief) To over-go thy plaints, and drown thy cries? Son. Ah, aunt, you wept not for our father's death: How can we aid you with our kindred tears? Daugh. Our fatherless distress was left unmoaned : Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept. Q. Eliz. Give me no help in lamentation; Duch. Alas for both, both mine, Edward and Q. Eliz. What stay had I but Edward? and Q. Eliz. Was never widow had so dear a loss. Chil. Were never orphans had so dear a loss. Duch. Was never mother had so dear a loss. Alas! I am the mother of these griefs: Their woes are parcelled, mine are general. She for an Edward weeps, and so do I; I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I; I for an Edward weep, so do not they.Alas! you three on me, threefold distressed, Pour all your tears. I am your sorrow's nurse, And I will pamper it with lamentations. Dor. Comfort, dear mother: God is much displeased That you take with unthankfulness his doing. Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent: Much more to be thus opposite with Heaven For it requires the royal debt it lent you. Riv. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother, Of the young prince your son: send straight for him, Let him be crowned: in him your comfort lives. Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave, And plant your joys in living Edward's throne. Enter GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, HAST INGS, RATCLIFF, and others. Glo. Sister, have comfort: all of us have cause To wail the dimming of our shining star; But none cure their harms by wailing them.— Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy, I did not see your grace: humbly on my knee I crave your blessing. Duch. God bless thee, and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty! Glo. Amen: and make me die a good old man!That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing: I marvel that her grace did leave it out. [Aside. Buck. You cloudy princes and heart-sorrowing peers, That bear this mutual heavy load of moan, fetched Hither to London, to be crowned our king. Riv. Why with some little train my lord of Buckingham? Buck. Marry, iny lord, lest by a multitude The new-healed wound of malice should break out: Which would be so much the more dangerous By how much the estate is green and yet ungoverned. Where every horse bears his commanding rein, Glo. I hope the King made peace with all of us: And the compact is firm and true in me. Riv. And so in me; and so, I think, in all: Yet since it is but green, it should be put To no apparent likelihood of breach, Which haply by much company might be urged. Therefore I say, with noble Buckingham, That it is meet so few should fetch the prince. Hust. And so say I. Glo. Then be it so: and go we to determine, Who they shall be that straight shall post to Ludlow. Madam, and you my mother, will you go [Exeunt all but BUCKINGHAM and GLOSTER. As index to the story we late talked of, SCENE III.-The same. A Street. Enter two Citizens, meeting. 1st Cit. Good morrow, neighbour: whither away so fast? 2nd Cit. I promise you I scarcely know myself; Hear you the news abroad? 1st Cit. Yes; that the King's dead. 2nd Cit. Ill news, by 'r lady! seldom comes the better. I fear, I fear, 't will prove a giddy world. Enter another Citizen. 3rd Cit. Neighbours, God speed! 1st Cit. Give you good morrow, sir. 3rd Cit. Doth the news hold of good King Edward's death? 2nd Cit. Ay, sir, it is too true: God help the while! 3rd Cit. Then, masters, look to see a troublous world. 1st Cit. No, no: by God's good grace his son shall reign. 3rd Cit. Woe to that land that's governed by a child! 2nd Cit. In him there is a hope of government; That in his nonage council under him, And in his full and ripened years himself, No doubt shall then and till then govern well. 1st Cit. So stood the state when Henry the sixth Was crowned in Paris but at nine months old. 3rd Cit. Stood the state so? no, no, good friends, God wot: For then this land was famously enriched With politic grave counsel: then the king Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace. 1st Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father and mother. 3rd Cit. Better it were they all came by his father, Or by his father there were none at all: For emulation now who shall be nearest Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not. And were they to be ruled, and not to rule, 1st Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst: all will be well. 3rd Cit. When clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall then winter is at hand; 2nd Cit. Truly the hearts of men are full of fear: You cannot reason almost with a man That looks not heavily and full of dread. 3rd Cit. Before the days of change still is it so : By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust Ensuing danger: as, by proof, we see The water swell before a boist'rous storm. But leave it all to God.-Whither away? 2nd Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the justices. 3rd Cit. And so was I: I'll bear you company. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-The same. A Room in the Palace. Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, the young DUKE OF YORK, QUEEN ELIZABETH, and the DUCHESS OF YORK. Arch. Last night I hear they lay at Northamp ton: At Stony-Stratford will they be to-night. Duch. I long with all my heart to see the prince: 1 hope he is much grown since last I saw him. Q. Eliz. But I hear no: they say my son of York Hath almost overta'en him in his growth. York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so. My uncle Rivers talked how I did grow "Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace." And, since, methinks I would not grow so fast, Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make haste. Duch. 'Good faith, 'good faith, the saying did not hold Mess. The sum of all I can, I have disclosed: Why or for what the nobles were committed Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady. Q. Eliz. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house! The tiger now hath seized the gentle hind: Insulting tyranny begins to jut Upon the innocent and awless throne. Welcome destruction, blood, and massacre! I see as in a map the end of all. Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days, How many of you have mine eyes beheld! My husband lost his life to get the crown; And often up and down my sons were tost, |