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bids us pause,
Son. Was ever son, so ru'd a father's death? Given no ground unto the house of York, Fath. Was ever father, so bemoan'd a son ? They never then had sprung like summer flies ; K. Hen. Was ever king, so griev'd for sub-I, and ten thousand in this luckless realm, jects' woe?
Had left no mourning widows for our death, Much is your sorrow; mine, ten times so much. And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace. Son. I'll bear thee hence, where I may weep For what doth cherish weeds, but gentle air?
[Exit, with the body. And what makes robbers bold, but too much Fath. These arms of mine shall be thy wind- lenity? ing-sheet;
Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds; My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre; No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight: For from my heart thine image ne’er shall go. The foe is merciless, and will not pity ; My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell : For, at their hands, I have deserv'd no pity. And so obsequious will thy father be,
The air hath
got into my deadly wounds, Sad for the loss of thee, having no more,
And much effuse of blood doth make me faint:As Priam was for all his valiant sons.
Come, York, and Richard, Warwick, and the rest; I'll bear thee hence; and let them fight that will, I stabb’d your father's bosoms, split my breast. For I have murder'd where I should not kill.
[He faints. [Exit, with the body. K. Hen. Sad-hearted men, much overgone Alarum and retreat. Enter EDWARD, George,
RICHARD, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and SolHere sits a king more woeful than you are.
Edw. Now breathe we, lords; good fortune Alarums : Excursions. Enter Queen MARGARET, Prince of Wales, and EXETER.
And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful Prince. Fly, father, fly! for all your friends looks.are fled,
Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen ;And Warwick rages like a chafed bull : That led calm Henry, though he were a king, Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit. As doth a sail, fill’d with a fretting gust, Q. Mar. Mount you, my lord, towards Ber- Command an argosy to stem the waves. wick post amain :
Butthink you, lords, that Clifford fled with them? Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds War. No, 'tis impossible he should escape : Having the fearful flying hare in sight, For, though before his face I speak the words, With fery eyes, sparkling for very wrath, Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave: And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands, And, wheresoe'er he is, he's surely dead. Are at our backs; and therefore hence amain.
[Clifford groans, and dies. Exe. Away! for vengeance comes along with Edw. Whose soul is that which takes her them :
heavy leave? Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed;
Rich. A deadly groan, like life and death's deOr else come after, I'll away before.
parting. K. Hen. Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Edw. See whoitis: and, now the battle's ended,
If friend, or foe, let him be gently us’d. Not that I fear to stay, but love to go
Rich. "Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Whither the queen intends. Forward ; away! Clifford ;
[Exeunt. Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch
In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth, SCENE VI.-The same.
But set his murdering knife unto the root,
From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring, A loud alarum. Enter Clifford, wounded.
I mean, our princely father, duke of York. Clif. Here burns my candle out, ay, here it dies, War. From off the gates of York fetch down Which, while it lasted, gave king Henry light.
the head, 0, Lancaster ! I fear thy overthrow,
Your father's head, which Clifford placed there : More than my body's parting with my soul. Instead whereof, let this supply the room ; My love, and fear, glew'd many friends to thee; Measure for measure must be answered. And now I fall, thy tough commixtures melt. Edw. Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to Impairing Henry, strength'ning mis-proud York, our house, The common people swarm like summer flies : That nothing sung but death to us and ours: And whither Ay the gnats, but to the sun ? Now death shall stop his disinal threatening And who shines now but Henry's enemies ?
sound, O Phæbus ! hadst thou never given consent And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak. That Phaeton should check thy fiery steeds,
[Attendants bring the body foruard. Thy burning car never had scorch’d'the earth : War. I think his understanding is bereft:And Henry, hadst thousway'd as kings should do, Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to Or as thy father, and his father, did,
Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life, War. Ay, but he's dead : Off with the traitor's And he nor sees, nor hears us what we say.
head, Rich. O, 'would he did ! and so, perhaps, he and rear it in the place your father's stands.doth;
And now to London with triumphant march, 'Tis but his policy to counterfeit,
There to be crowned England's royal king. Because he would avoid such bitter taunts, From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France, Which in the time of death he gave our father. And ask the lady Bona for thy queen : Geo. If so thou think’st, vex him with eager So shalt thou sinew both these lands together ; words.
And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not Rich. Clifford, ask mercy, and obtain no grace. dread Edw. Clifford, repent in bootless penitence. The scatter'd foe, that hopes to rise again ; War. Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults. For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt, Geo. While wedevise fell tortures for thy faults. Yet look to have them buz, io offend thine ears. Rich. Thou didst love York, and I am son to First, will I see the coronation ; York.
And then to Britany I'll cross the sea, Edw. Thou pitied’st Rutland, I will pity thee. To effect this marriage, so it please my lord. Geo. Where's captain Margaret, to fence you Edw. Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let now?
it be : War. They mock thee, Clifford ! swear as thou For on thy shoulder do I build my seat; wast wont.
And never will I undertake the thing, Rich. What, not an oath ? nay, then the world wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting.goes hard,
Richard, I will create thee duke of Gloster ;When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath:- And George, of Clarence ;-Warwick, as ourself, I know by that, he's dead ; And, by my soul, Shall do, and undo, as him pleaseth best. If this right hand would buy two hours' life, Rich. Let me be duke of Clarence ; George, That I in all despite might rail at him,
of Gloster ; This hand should chop it off'; and with the For Gloster's dukedom is too ominous. issuing blood
War. Tut, that's a foolish observation ; Stifle the villain, whose unstaunched thirst Richard, be duke of Gloster: Now to London, York and young Rutland could not satisfy. To see these honours in possession. [Exeunt.
To greet mine own land with my wishful sight. SCENE 1.-A Chase in the North of England. No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine ;
Thy place is fill'd, thy
sceptre wrung from thee, Enter Two Keepers, with cross-bows in their
Thy balm wash'd off, wherewith thou wast hands.
anointed : I Keep. Under this thick-grown brake we'll No bending knee will call thee Cæsar now, shroud ourselves;
No humble suitors press to speak for right, For through this laund anon the deer will come ; | No, not a man comes for redress of thee; And in this covert will we make our stand, For how can I help them, and not myself? Calling the principal of all the deer.
1 Keep. Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a 2 Keep. I'll stay above the hill, so both
may keeper's fee : shoot.
This is the quondam king ; let's seize upon him. I Keep. That cannot be ; the noise of thy K. Hen. Let me embrace these sour adversities; cross-bow
For wise men say, it is the wisest course. Will seare the herd, and so my shoot is lost. 2 Keep. Why linger we? let us lay hands Here stand we both, and aim we at the best ; And, for the time shall not seem tedious,
1 Keep. Forbear a while; we'll hear a little I'll tell thee what befell me on a day In this self-place, where now we mean to stand. K. Hen. My queen, and son, are gone to 2 Keep. Here comes a man, let's stay till he France for aid ;
And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick
Is thither gone, to crave the French king's sister Enter King Henry, disguised, with a prayer- To wife for Edward : If this news be true, book.
Poor queen, and son, your labour is but lost; K. Hen. From Scotland am I stol'n, even of For Warwick is a subtle orator, pure love,
And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words. VOL. II.
By this account, then, Margaret may win him; And as the air blows it to me again,
1 Keep. We charge you, in God's name, and And, in conclusion, wins the king from her,
in the king's, With promise of his sister, and what else, To go with us unto the officers. To strengthen and support king Edward's place. K. Hen. In God's name, lead; your king's O Margaret, thus 'twill be ; and thou, poor soul, name be obey'd : Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn. And what God will, then let your king perform; 2 Keep. Say, what art thou, that talk’st of And what he will, I humbly yield unto. kings and queens ?
[Ereunt. K. Hen. More than I seem, and less than I was born to :
SCENE II.-London. A room in the palace. A man at least, for less I should not be ; And men may talk of kings, and why not I?
Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, CLARENCE, 2 Keep. Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a
and Lady Grey. king.
K. Edw. Brother of Gloster, at Saint Alban's K. Hen. Why, so I am, in mind; and that's field enough.
This lady's husband, sir John Grey, was slain, 2 Keep. But, if thou be a king, where is thy His lands then seiz'd on by the conqueror : crown ?
Her suit is now, to repossess those lands; K. Hen. My crown is in my heart, not on my Which we in justice cannot well deny,
Because in quarrel of the house of York Not deck'd with diamonds, and Indian stones, The worthy gentleman did lose his life. Nor to be seen : my crown is call’d, content; Glo. Your highness shall do well to grant her A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy. 2 Keep. Well, if you be a king, crown’d with It were dishonour, to deny it her. content,
K. Edw. It were no less; but yet I'll make Your crown content, and you, must be contented a pause. To go along with us : for, as we think,
Glo. Yea! is it so ? [ Aside to Clarence. You are the king, king Edward hath depos'd ; I see the lady hath a thing to grant, And we his subjects, sworn in all allegiance, Before the king will grant her humble suit. Will apprehend you as his
Clar. He knows the game; How true he K. Hen. But did you never swear, and break keeps the wind ?
[Aside. an oath ?
Glo. Silence !
Aside. 2 Keep. No, never such an oath, nor will not K. Edw. Widow, we will consider of your
suit ; K. Hen. Where did you dwell, when I was And come some other time, to know our mind. king of England ?
L. Grey. Right gracious lord, I cannot brook 2 Keep. Here in this country, where we now delay : remain.
May it please your highness to resolve me now; K. Hen. I was anointed king at nine months and what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me.
Glo. [Aside.J Ay, widow? then I'll warrant My father and my grandfather, were kings ;
you all your lands, And you were sworn true subjects unto me ; An if what pleases him, shall pleasure you. And tell me then, have you not broke your oaths ? Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow. 1 Keep. No;
Clar. I fear her not, unless she chance to fall. For we were subjects, but while you were king.
[-4side. K. Hen. Why, am I dead ? do I not breathe Glo. God forbid that! for he'll take vantages. a man?
[Aside. Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear. K. Edw. How many children hast thou, wiLook, as I blow this feather from my face,
dow? tell me.
Clar. I think, he means to beg a child of her. K. Edw. Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense.
[ Aside. What love, think’st thou, I sue so much to Glo. Nay, whip me then; he'll rather give her two.
L. Grey. My love till death, my humble L. Grey. Three, my most gracious lord.
thanks, my prayers ; Glo. You shall have four, if you'll be rula That love, which virtue begs, nd virtue grants. by him.
[Aside. K. Edw. No, by my troth, I did not mean K. Edw. "Twere pity, they should lose their such love. father's land.
L.Grey. Why, then you mean not as I thought L. Grey. Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then.
K. Edw. But now you partly may perceive K. Edw. Lords, give us leave; I'll try this widow's wit.
L. Grey. My mind will never grant what I Glo. Ay, good leave have you ; for you will perceive have leave,
Your highness aims at, if I aim aright.
[Gloster and Clarence retire to the other thee.
L. Grey. To tell you plain, I had rather lie K. Edw. Now tell me, madam, do you love in prison. your children?
K. Edw. Why, then thou shalt not have thy L. Grey. Ay, full as dearly as I love myself. husband's lands. K. Edw. And would you not do much, to do L. Grey. Why, then mine honesty shall be them good ?
my dower; L. Grey. To do them good, I would sustain For by that loss I will not purchase them. some harm.
K. Edw. Therein thou wrong'st thy children K. Edw. Then get your husband's lands, to mightily. do them good.
L. Grey. Herein your highness wrongs both L. Grey. Therefore I came unto your majesty.
them and me. K. Edw. I'll tell you how these lands are to But, mighty lord, this merry inclination
Accords not with the sadness of my suit ; L. Grey. So shall you bind me to your high- Please you dismiss me, either with ay, or no. ness service.
K. Édw. Ay; if thou wilt say ay, to my reK. Edw. What service wilt thou do me, if I quest : give them?
No; if thou dost say no, to my demand. L. Grey. What you command, that rests in L. Grey. Then, no, my lord. My suit is at me to do.
an end. K. Edw. But you will take exceptions to my Glo. The widow likes him not, she knits her boon.
[Aside. L. Grey. No, gracious lord, except I cannot Clar. He is the bluntest wooer in Christendo it.
[Aside. K. Edw. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean K. Edw. [Aside.] Her looks do argue her to ask.
replete with modesty; L. Grey. Why, then I will do what your Her words do show her wit incomparable ; grace commands.
All her perfections challenge sovereignty: Glo. He plies her hard; and much rain wears One way, or other, she is for a king ; the marble.
[Aside. And she shall be my love, or else my queen. Clar. As red as fire ! nay, then her wax must Say, that king Edward take thee for his queen? melt.
[Aside. L. Grey. 'Tis better said than done, my graL. Grey. Why stops my lord ? shall I not cious lord : hear my task?
I am a subject fit to jest withal, K. Edw. An easy task; 'tis but to love a king. But far unfit to be a sovereign. L. Grey. That's soon perform'd, because I am K. Edw. Sweet widow, by my state I swear a subject.
to thee, K. Edw. Why then, thy husband's lands II speak no more than what my soul intends ; freely give thee.
And that is, to enjoy thee for my love. L. Grey. I take my leave with many thousand L. Grey. And that is more than I will yield thanks.
unto : Glo. The match is made ; she seals it with a I know, I am too mean to be your queen; curt'sy.
And yet too good to be your concubine. K. Edw. But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love K. Edw. You cavil, widow ; I did mean, my I mean.
queen. L. Grey. The fruits of love I mean, my lo- L. Grey. 'Twill grieve your grace, my sons ving liege.
should call you-father.
K. Edw. No more, than when my daughters And deck my body in gay ornaments, call thee mother.
And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks. Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children; O miserable thought! and more unlikely, And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor, Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns ! Have other some : why, 'tis a happy thing Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb: To be the father unto many sons.
And, for I should not deal in her soft laws, Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen. She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe Glo. The ghostly father now hath done his To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub; shrift.
[Aside. To make an envious mountain on my back, Clar. When he was made a shriver, 'twas for Where sits deformity to mock my body; shift.
ÇAside. To shape my legs of an unequal size ; K. Edw. Brothers, you muse what chat we To disproportion me in every part, two have had.
Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp, Glo. The widow likes it not, for she looks sad. That carries no impression like the dam. K. Edw. You'd think it strange, if I should And am I then a man to be belov'd ?
O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought ! Clar. To whom, my lord ?
Then, since this earth affords no joy to me, K. Edw. Why, Clarence, to myself.
But to command, to check, to o'erbear such Glo. That would be ten days' wonder, at the As are of better person than myself, least.
I'll make my heaven--to dream upon the crown; Clar. That's a day longer than a wonder lasts. And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell, Glo. By so much is the wonder in extremes. Until my mis-shap'd trunk that bears this head, K. Edw. Well, jest on, brothers: I can tell Be round impaled with a glorious crown.
And yet I know not how to get the crown, Her suit is granted for her husband's lands. For many lives stand between me and home:
And I,-like one lost in a thorny wood,
That rents the thorns, and is rent with the thorns; Nob. My gracious lord, Henry your foe is seeking a way, and straying from the way;
Not knowing how to find the open air, And brought your prisoner to your palace gate. But toiling desperately to find it out, K. Edw. See, that he be convey'd unto the Torment myself to catch the English crown: Tower :
And from that torment I will free myself, And go we, brothers, to the man that took him, Or hew my way out with a bloody axe. To question of his apprehension.
Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile; Widow, go you along ;-Lords, use her honour- And cry, content, to that which grieves my heart; able.
And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, [Ereunt King Edward, Lady Grey, And frame my face to all occasions. Clarence, and Lord.
I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall; Glo. Ay, Edward will use women honourably. I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk; 'Would he were wasted, marrow, bones, and all, I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, That from his loins no hopefulbranch may spring, Deceive more slily than Ulysses could, To cross me from the golden time I look for! And, like a Sinon, take another Troy : And yet, between my soul's desire, and me, I can add colours to the cameleon ; (The lustful Edward's title buried.)
Change shapes, with Proteus, for advantages, Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward, And set the murd'rous Machiavel to school. And all the unlook'd-for issue of their bodies, Can I do this, and cannot get a crown? To take their rooms, ere I can place myself: Tut! were it further off, I'll pluck it down. A cold premeditation for my purpose !
[Erit. Why, then I do but dream on sovereignty; Like one that stands upon a promontory, SCENE III.-France. A room in the palace. And spies a far-off shore, where he would tread, Flourish. Enter Lewis the French king, and Wishing his foot were equal with his eye; And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,
Lady Bona, attended ; the king takes his Saying-he'll lade it dry to have his way:
state. Then enter Queen MARGARET, Prince So do I wish the crown, being so far off ;
EDWARD her son, and the Earl of Oxford. And so I chide the means, that keep me from it; K. Lew. Fair queen of England, worthy MarAnd so I say—I'll cut the causes off,
[Rising Flattering me with impossibilities.
Sit down with us; it ill befits thy state My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much, And birth, that thou should'st stand, while Lewis Unless my hand and strength could equal them. doth sit. Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard ; Q. Mar. No, mighty king of France ; now What other pleasure can the world afford ?
Margaret I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,
Must strike her sail, and learn a while to serve.