K. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou this league With thy embracements to my wife's allies, And make me happy in your unity. Buck. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate Upon your grace [to the QUEEN], but with all duteous love With hate in those where I expect most love! [Embracing RIVERS, &c. K. Edw. A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham, Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart. There wanteth now our brother Gloster here, To make the blessed period of this peace. Buck. And, in good time, here comes the noble duke. Enter GLOSTER. Glo. Good morrow to my sovereign king, and queen; And, princely peers, a happy time of day! K. Edw. Happy, indeed, as we have spent the day: Gloster, we have done deeds of charity; Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers. Glo. A blessed labour, my most sovereign lord. 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 By any in this presence, I desire To reconcile me to his friendly peace; "Tis death to me to be at enmity; I hate it, and desire all good men's love. If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us; I thank my God for my humility. Q. Eliz. A holy-day shall this be kept hereafter: Glo. Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this, To be so flouted in this royal presence? Who knows not that the gentle duke is dead? [They all start. You do him injury to scorn his corse. K. Edw. Who knows not he is dead! who knows he is? Q. Eliz. All-seeing Heaven, what a world is this! Dor. Ay, my good lord; and no man in the presence, K. Edw. Is Clarence dead? the order was revers'd. Some tardy cripple bore the countermand, God grant that some, less noble and less royal, Enter STANLEY. Stan. A boon, my sovereign, for my service done! Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk. K. Edw. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death, And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave? My brother kill'd no man, his fault was thought, And yet his punishment was bitter death. (1) The forfeit. He means the remission of the forfeit. A A Who told me, when we both lay in the field, You straight are on your knees for pardon, pardon ; you:But for my brother not a man would speak, Nor I (ungracious) speak unto myself For him, poor soul. The proudest of you all Yet none of you would once plead for his life. On me, and you, and mine, and yours, for this. Ah! poor Clarence! [Exeunt KING, QUEEN, HAST., RIV., DOR., and GREY. Glo. This is the fruit of rashness! Mark'd you not How that the guilty kindred of the queen Look'd pale, when they did hear of Clarence' death? God will revenge it. Come, lords; will you go, Buck. We wait upon your grace. 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 Son. Why do you look on us, and shake your head, And call us orphans, wretches, castaways, If that our noble father were alive? Duch. My pretty cousins,' you mistake me both; I do lament the sickness of the king, As loth to lose him, not your father's death: It were lost sorrow to wail one that's lost. (1) My pretty cousins. Cousin is here used for kinsfolk. Son. Then you conclude, my grandam, he is dead. God will revenge it; whom I will importune Duch. Peace, children, peace! the king doth love You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death. Son. Grandam, we can: for my good uncle Gloster Duch. Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes. He is my son, ay, and therein my shame, Son. Think you my uncle did dissemble, grandam? 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? I'll join with black despair against my soul, And to myself become an enemy. Duch. What means this scene of rude impatience? That our swift-winged souls may catch the king's; To his new kingdom of ne'er-changing night. 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, And liv'd by looking on his images:1 But now, two mirrors of his princely semblance (1) Incapable is here used for unintelligent. (2) His images; i. e. his children who represented him. And I for comfort have but one false glass, But death hath snatch'd my husband from mine arms, To over-go thy woes, 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 unmoan'd; Q. Eliz. Give me no help in lamentation; Chil. Ah, for our father, for our dear lord Clarence! Chil. Were never orphans had so dear a loss. Dor. Comfort, dear mother: God is much displeas'd (1) That I, being govern'd by the watery moon; i. e. that I may henceforth live under the influence of the moon which governs the tides, and so may I drown the world with my tears. |