Since you will buckle fortune on my back, May. God bless your grace! we see it, and will say it. Buck To-morrow may it please you to be crown'd? Glo. Come, let us to our holy work again— [To the Bishops. Farewell, my cousin ;-farewell, gentle friends. [Ex. ACT IV. SCENE I. Before the Tower. Enter, on one side, QUEEN ELIZABETH, DUCHESS OF YORK, and MARQUIS OF DORSET; on the other, ANNE DUCHESS OF GLOSTER, leading LADY MARGARET PLANTAGENET, CLARENCE'S young daughter. Duch. Who meets us here ?-my niece, Plantagenet,' Led in the hand of her kind aunt of Gloster? Now, for my life, she 's wand'ring to the Tower, Anne. God give your graces both A happy and a joyful time of day! Q. Eliz. As much to you, good sister! Whither away Upon the like devotion as yourselves, To gratulate the gentle princes there. guess, (1) My niece Plantagenet. Niece is here used for granddaughter. ? Q. Eliz. Kind sister, thanks; we'll enter all together: Enter BRAKENBURY. And, in good time, here the lieutenant comes. The king hath strictly charg'd the contrary. Brak. I mean the lord protector. Q. Eliz. The lord protect him from that kingly title! Hath he set bounds between their love and me? I am their mother, who shall bar me from them? Duch. I am their father's mother, I will see them. 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. Enter STANLEY. [Exit BRAKENBURY. Stan. Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence, And I'll salute your grace of York as mother, And reverend looker-on, of two fair queens. Come, madam, you must straight to Westminster, [To the DUCHESS of Gloster. There to be crowned Richard's royal queen. Q. Eliz. Ah, cut my lace asunder! That my pent heart may have some scope to beat, Anne. Despiteful tidings! O unpleasing news! Dor. Be of good cheer: Mother, how fares your grace? Duch. O ill dispersing wind of misery! O my accursed womb, the bed of death: A cockatrice hast thou hatch'd to the world, Stan. Come, madam, come; I in all haste was sent. O, would to God that the inclusive verge Anne. No! why?-When he that is my husband now When scarce the blood was well-wash'd from his hands, And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd; This was my wish,-" Be thou," quoth I, "accurs'd, And when thou wedd'st let sorrow haunt thy bed; More miserable by the life of thee, 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 dreams1 was still awak'd. And will no doubt shortly be rid of me. Q. Eliz. Poor heart, adieu! I pity thy complaining. Anne. No more than with my soul I mourn for yours. Dor. Farewell, thou woeful welcomer of glory! Anne. Adieu, poor soul, that tak'st thy leave of it! Duch. Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune guide thee! [TO DORSET. Go thou to Richard, and good angels tend thee! [TO ANNE. Go thou to sanctuary, and good thoughts possess thee! [To Q. ELIZABETH. (1) His timorous dreams. 'Tis recorded of Richard III. that he was frequently disturbed by fearful dreams. I to my grave, where peace and rest lie with me! And each hour's joy wrack'd with a week of teen.1 Q. Eliz. Stay; yet look back, with me, unto the Tower. SCENE II.-A Room of State in the Palace. [Exeunt. Flourish of Trumpets. RICHARD, as King upon his throne; K. Rich. Stand all apart. Cousin of Buckingham,— K. Rich. Give me thy hand. Thus high, by thy advice, But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them? K. Rich. Ah, Buckingham, now do I play the touch,2 Young Edward lives :-Think now what I would speak. K. Rich. Why, Buckingham, I say I would be king. K. Rich. O bitter consequence, That Edward still should live!-True, noble prince !— Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead; What say'st thou now? speak suddenly, be brief. K. Rich. Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness freezes : Say, have I thy consent that they shall die? Buck. Give me some little breath, some pause, dear lord, Before I positively speak in this : I will resolve you herein presently. Cate. The king is angry; see, he gnaws his lip. (1) Teen, i. e. sorrow. [Exit BUCK. [Aside. (2) Now do I play the touch, i. e. now do I prove you, use the touchstone on you. K. Rich. I will converse with iron-witted fools, [Descends from his throne. And unrespective' boys; none are for me Page. My lord. K. Rich. Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold Would tempt unto a close exploit2 of death? Page. I know a discontented gentleman, Whose humble means match not his haughty spirit: And will, no doubt, tempt him to anything. K. Rich. What is his name? Page. His name, my lord, is Tyrrel. The deep-revolving witty Buckingham No more shall be the neighbour to my counsels : And stops he now for breath?—well, be it so. Enter STANLEY. How now, lord Stanley? what's the news? The marquis Dorset, as I hear, is fled To Richmond, in the parts where he abides. [Exit Page. K. Rich. Come hither, Catesby: rumour it abroad That Anne, my wife, is very grievous sick; I will take order for her keeping close. Inquire me out some mean, poor gentleman, Whom I will marry straight to Clarence' daughter.— Look, how thou dream'st!-I say again, give out, To stop all hopes whose growth may damage me. I must be married to my brother's daughter, [Exit CATESBY. (1) Unrespective, taking no notice, inconsiderate. |