SCENE II.-A Room of State in the Palace. Sound a Sennet. Enter RICHARD, in pomp, BUCKINGHAM, CATESBY, a Page, and others. K. Rich. Stand all apart.-Cousin of Buckingham! Buck. My gracious sovereign. K. Rich. Give me thy hand.-[ Trumpets sound.] Thus high, by thy advice, And thy assistance, is king Richard seated :But shall we wear these glories for a day, Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them? : Buck. Still live they, and for ever let them last! K. Rich. Ah! Buckingham, now do I play the touch, To try if thou be current gold, indeed.— Young Edward lives.-Think now what I would 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 lord. K. Rich. Ha! am I king? 'Tis so; but Edward lives. Buck. True, noble prince. K. Rich. O bitter consequence, That Edward still should live,-true, noble prince.Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull Shall I be plain?-I wish the bastards dead; And I would have it suddenly perform'd. What say'st thou now? speak suddenly, be brief. Buck. Your grace may do your pleasure. K. Rich. Tut, tut! thou art all ice, thy kindness freezes. Say, have I thy consent that they shall die? Before I positively speak in this: [Erit BUCKINGHAM. Cate. The king is angry: see, he gnaws his lip. [Aside. K. Rich. I will converse with iron-witted fools, And unrespective boys: none are for me, That look into me with considerate eyes. High-reaching Buckingham grows circumspect. Boy! Page. My lord. K. Rich. Know'st thou not any, whom corrupting gold Will tempt unto a close exploit of death? Page. I know a discontented gentleman, Whose humble means match not his haughty spirit: Gold were as good as twenty orâtors, And will, no doubt, tempt him to any thing. K. Rich. What is his name? Page. His name, my lord, is Tyrrel. K. Rich. I partly know the man: go, call him hither, boy.— [Exit Page. The deep-revolving witty Buckingham How now, lord Stanley? what's the news? The marquis Dorset, as I hear, is fled To Richmond, in the parts where he abides. That Anne, my wife, is very grievous sick; ter: The boy is foolish, and I fear not him.- I must be married to my brother's daughter, For which your honour and your faith is pawn'd; Th' 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. “Thus, thus,” quoth Forrest, "girdling one another And in their summer beauty kiss'd each other. But, O! the devil"-there the villain stopp'd; Enter King RICHARD. And here he comes.- -All health, my sovereign lord! Beget your happiness, be happy then, K. Rich. But did'st thou see them dead? And buried, gentle Tyrrel? Tyr. The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them; But where, to say the truth, I do not know. K. Rich. Come to me, Tyrrel, soon, and after Here in these confines slily have I lurk'd, And will to France; hoping, the consequence Enter Queen ELIZABETH, and the Duchess of YORK. Q. Eliz. Ah, my poor princes! ah, my tender babes! My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets! 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 still 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 lambs, And throw them in the entrails of the wolf? When didst thou sleep, when such a deed was done? Q. Mar. When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. Duch. Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal living ghost, 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 by her. Q. Mar. If ancient sorrow be most reverent, [Coming forward. Give mine the benefit of seniory, [Sitting down with them. I had a Rutland too; thou holp'st to kill him. From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept How do I thank thee, that this carnal cur revenge, And now I cloy me with beholding it. Th' adulterate Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey, Q. Eliz. O! thou didst prophesy, the time would come, That I should wish for thee to help me curse That bottled spider, that foul bunch-back'd toad. Q. Mar. I call'd thee then, vain flourish of my fortune; I call'd thee then, poor shadow, painted queen; Where be the bending peers that flatter'd thee? For joyful mother, one that wails the name; yoke; From which, even here, I slip my wearied head, And leave the burden of it all on thee. Farewell, York's wife, and queen of sad mis 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. Thy school-days, frightful, desperate, wild and furious; Thy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and venturous; Q. Mar. Forbear to sleep the night, and fast the Thy age confirm'd, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody, day; Compare dead happiness with living woe; Think that thy babes were fairer than they were, And he that slew them fouler than he is: Bettering thy loss makes the bad-causer worse: Revolving this will teach thee how to curse. Q. Eliz. My words are dull; O! quicken them with thine. Q. Mar. Thy woes will make them sharp, and pierce like mine. [Exit Queen 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. [A trumpet heard. The trumpet sounds; be copious in exclaims. Enter King RICHARD, and his Train. K. Rich. Who intercepts me in my expedition? Duch. O! she, that might have intercepted thee, By strangling thee in her accursed womb, From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done. Q. Eliz. Hid'st thou that forehead with a golden crown, Where should be branded, if that right were right, The slaughter of the prince that ow'd that crown, And the dire death of my poor sons, and brothers? Tell me, thou villain-slave, where are my children? Duch. Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy brother Clarence, And little Ned Plantagenet, his son? More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred: K. Rich. 'Faith, none, but Humphrey Hour, that call'd your grace 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. Hear me a word; For I shall never speak to thee again. Duch. Either thou wilt die by God's just ordi nance, Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; And there the little souls of Edward's children [Exit. Q. Eliz. Though far more cause, yet much less spirit to curse Abides in me: I say amen to her. [Going. K. Rich. Stay, madam, I must talk a word with you. 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, drums! Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Rail on the Lord's anointed. Strike, I say! [Flourish. Alarums. 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, That cannot brook the accent of reproof. K. Rich. Duch. Art thou so hasty? I have stay'd for thee, God knows, in torment and in agony. K. Rich. And came I not at last to comfort you? Duch. No, by the holy rood, thou know'st it well, Thou cam'st on earth to make the earth my hell. A grievous burden was thy birth to me; Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy! K. Rich. You have a daughter call'd Elizabeth, Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious. Q. Eliz. And must she die for this? O! let her live, And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty; Q. Eliz. To save her life, I'll say she is not so. Q. Eliz. No, to their lives ill friends were contrary. My babes were destin'd to a fairer death, K. Rich. You speak, as if that I had slain my cousins. Q. Eliz. Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle cozen'd Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. |