1. God save King Edward the Fourth!Copy !req
2. Long live King Edward the Fourth!Copy !req
3. May the king live forever!Copy !req
4. Once more we sit
in England's royal throne...Copy !req
5. repurchased
with the blood of enemies.Copy !req
6. Hurrah!Copy !req
7. Come hither, Bess.Copy !req
8. And let me kiss my boy.Copy !req
9. Young Ned...Copy !req
10. for thee thine uncles and myself...Copy !req
11. have in our armors watched
the winter's night...Copy !req
12. went all afoot
in summer's scalding heat...Copy !req
13. that thou mightst repossess
the crown in peace.Copy !req
14. And from our labors,
thou shall reap the gain.Copy !req
15. Clarence and Gloucester...Copy !req
16. love my lovely queen.Copy !req
17. And kiss your princely nephew,
Brothers both.Copy !req
18. The duty that I owe unto Your Majesty...Copy !req
19. I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.Copy !req
20. Thanks, noble Clarence.Copy !req
21. And that I love the tree
from whence thou sprang'st...Copy !req
22. witness the loving kiss
I give the fruit.Copy !req
23. Worthy Brother, thanks.Copy !req
24. And now what rests but that we spend
the time with stately triumphs...Copy !req
25. mirthful comic shows...Copy !req
26. such as befit the pleasure
of the court.Copy !req
27. Sound drums and trumpets!Copy !req
28. Farewell sour annoy...Copy !req
29. for here, I hope,
begins our lasting joy.Copy !req
30. Hurrah!Copy !req
31. Now is the winter of our discontent...Copy !req
32. made glorious summer...Copy !req
33. by this sun of York.Copy !req
34. And all the clouds
that lowered upon our house...Copy !req
35. in the deep bosom of the ocean...Copy !req
36. buried.Copy !req
37. Now are our brows
bound with victorious wreaths...Copy !req
38. our bruised arms
hung up for monuments...Copy !req
39. our stern alarums
changed to merry meetings...Copy !req
40. our dreadful marches
to delightful measures.Copy !req
41. Grim-visaged war
has smoothed his wrinkled front.Copy !req
42. And now,
instead of mounting barbed steeds...Copy !req
43. to fright the souls of fearful adversaries...Copy !req
44. he capers nimbly in a lady's chamber...Copy !req
45. to the lascivious pleasing...Copy !req
46. of a lute.Copy !req
47. But I, that am not shaped
for sportive tricks...Copy !req
48. nor made to court
an amorous looking glass -Copy !req
49. I, that am rudely stamped,
and want love's majesty...Copy !req
50. to strut before
a wanton ambling nymph -Copy !req
51. I, that am curtailed
of this fair proportion...Copy !req
52. cheated of feature
by dissembling nature...Copy !req
53. deformed, unfinished...Copy !req
54. sent before my time into this
breathing world scarce half made up...Copy !req
55. and that so lamely and unfashionable...Copy !req
56. that dogs bark at me
as I halt by them.Copy !req
57. Why, love forswore me
in my mother's womb.Copy !req
58. And, for I should not deal
in her soft laws...Copy !req
59. she did corrupt frail nature
with some bribe...Copy !req
60. to shrimp mine arm up
like a withered shrub...Copy !req
61. to heap an envious mountain
on my back...Copy !req
62. to shape my legs of an unequal size...Copy !req
63. to disproportion me in every part...Copy !req
64. like to a chaos
or an unlicked bear whelp...Copy !req
65. that carries no impression
like the dam!Copy !req
66. Why...Copy !req
67. I, in this weak piping time of peace...Copy !req
68. have no delight to pass away the time...Copy !req
69. unless to spy my shadow in the sun...Copy !req
70. and descant on mine own deformity.Copy !req
71. Then, since this earth affords
no joy to me...Copy !req
72. but to command, to check...Copy !req
73. to o'erbear such
as are of better person than myself...Copy !req
74. I'll make my heaven to dream...Copy !req
75. upon the crown...Copy !req
76. and, whiles I live,
to account this world but hell...Copy !req
77. until this misshaped trunk
that bears this head...Copy !req
78. be round impaled with a glorious -Copy !req
79. crown.Copy !req
80. But yet I know not
how to get the crown...Copy !req
81. for many lives
stand between me and home.Copy !req
82. And I, like one lost in a thorny wood...Copy !req
83. that rends the thorns
and is rent with the thorns...Copy !req
84. seeking a way
and straying from the way...Copy !req
85. not knowing how to find the open air...Copy !req
86. but toiling desperately to find it out...Copy !req
87. torment myself to catch
the English crown!Copy !req
88. And from that torment
I will free myself...Copy !req
89. or hew my way out with a bloody ax!Copy !req
90. Why...Copy !req
91. I can smile...Copy !req
92. and murder whiles I smile...Copy !req
93. and cry "Content"
to that which grieves my heart...Copy !req
94. and wet my cheeks
with artificial tears...Copy !req
95. and frame my face to all occasions.Copy !req
96. I'll drown more sailors
than the mermaid shall.Copy !req
97. I'll play the orator as well as Nestor...Copy !req
98. deceive more slyly than Ulysses could...Copy !req
99. and, like a Sinon, take another Troy.Copy !req
100. I can add colors to the chameleon...Copy !req
101. change shapes with Proteus
for advantages...Copy !req
102. and set the murderous Machiavel
to school!Copy !req
103. Can I do this and cannot get a crown?Copy !req
104. Tut, were it further off,
I'll pluck it down.Copy !req
105. Meantime, I'll marry...Copy !req
106. with the Lady Anne.Copy !req
107. And here she comes...Copy !req
108. lamenting her lost love...Copy !req
109. Edward, prince of Wales...Copy !req
110. whom I some small time since...Copy !req
111. stabbed in my angry mood
at Tewksbury.Copy !req
112. A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman
this spacious world cannot again afford.Copy !req
113. And made her widow to a woeful bed...Copy !req
114. that from his loins
no hopeful branch might spring...Copy !req
115. to cross me from the golden time...Copy !req
116. I look for.Copy !req
117. Set down...Copy !req
118. set down your honorable load...Copy !req
119. whilst I awhile obsequiously lament...Copy !req
120. the pale ashes
of the house of Lancaster.Copy !req
121. Thou bloodless remnant
of that royal blood.Copy !req
122. Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost...Copy !req
123. to hear the lamentations of poor Anne.Copy !req
124. Lo...Copy !req
125. in these windows
that let forth thy life...Copy !req
126. I pour the helpless balm
of my poor eyes.Copy !req
127. Cursed be the hand
that made these fatal holes!Copy !req
128. Cursed be the heart
that had the heart to do it!Copy !req
129. Cursed the blood
that let this blood from hence!Copy !req
130. If ever he have wife,
let her be made...Copy !req
131. more miserable
by the death of him...Copy !req
132. than I am made...Copy !req
133. by my young lord.Copy !req
134. Aye, thee.Copy !req
135. Stay, you that bear the corse...Copy !req
136. and set it down.Copy !req
137. What black magician
conjures up this fiend...Copy !req
138. to stop devoted charitable deeds?Copy !req
139. Villains, set down the corse, or, by Saint Paul,
I'll make a corse of him that disobeys.Copy !req
140. - My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass.
- Unmannered dog!
Stand thou, when I command.Copy !req
141. Advance thy halberd
higher than my breast...Copy !req
142. or, by Saint Paul,
I'll strike thee to my foot...Copy !req
143. and spurn upon thee, beggar,
for thy boldness.Copy !req
144. What, do you tremble?
Are you all afraid?Copy !req
145. Alas, I blame you not,
for you are mortal...Copy !req
146. and mortal eyes
cannot endure the devil.Copy !req
147. Avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell!Copy !req
148. Thou hadst but power
over his mortal body...Copy !req
149. his soul thou canst not have,
therefore be gone.Copy !req
150. Sweet saint, for charity,
be not so cursed.Copy !req
151. Foul devil, for God's sake,
hence, and trouble us not.Copy !req
152. If thou delight to view
thy heinous deed...Copy !req
153. behold this pattern of thy butcheries.Copy !req
154. Blush, blush,
thou lump of foul deformity.Copy !req
155. Vouchsafe, divine perfection
of a woman...Copy !req
156. of these supposed crimes,
to give me leave...Copy !req
157. by circumstance, but to acquit myself.Copy !req
158. - I did not kill your husband.
- Why, then he is alive.Copy !req
159. O, he was gentle, mild and virtuous.Copy !req
160. The fitter for the King of Heaven,
that hath him, for he was fitter
for that place than earth.Copy !req
161. And thou unfit for any place but hell.Copy !req
162. Yes, one place else,
if you will hear me name it.Copy !req
163. Some dungeon.Copy !req
164. Your bedchamber.Copy !req
165. On now, good people,
with your holy load.Copy !req
166. I'll have her...Copy !req
167. but I will not keep her long.Copy !req
168. What though I killed her husband...
and her father...Copy !req
169. the readiest way to make
the wench amends...Copy !req
170. is to become her husband and her father-
the which will I.Copy !req
171. Not all so much for love...Copy !req
172. as for another secret close intent...Copy !req
173. by marrying her...Copy !req
174. which I must reach unto.Copy !req
175. But yet I run before my horse to market.Copy !req
176. Clarence still breathes...Copy !req
177. Edward still lives...Copy !req
178. and reigns.Copy !req
179. When they are gone...Copy !req
180. then must I count my gains.Copy !req
181. Clarence, beware.Copy !req
182. Thou keepest me from the light.Copy !req
183. But I will plan a pitchy day for thee...Copy !req
184. and I will buzz abroad
such prophecies...Copy !req
185. that Edward shall be fearful
of his life.Copy !req
186. And then, to purge his fear...Copy !req
187. I'll be thy death.Copy !req
188. Where is the duke of Clarence?Copy !req
189. At hand, my lord.
He waits Your Highness'pleasure.Copy !req
190. and brought before us.Copy !req
191. Plots have I laid...Copy !req
192. inductions dangerous...Copy !req
193. with lies well steeled
with weighty arguments...Copy !req
194. by drunken prophecies...Copy !req
195. libels... and dreams...Copy !req
196. to set my brother Clarence
and the king...Copy !req
197. in deadly hate
the one against the other.Copy !req
198. Oh, passing traitor...Copy !req
199. perjured and unjust!Copy !req
200. What have I done that seems
disgracious in my brother's -Copy !req
201. And if King Edward be as true and just...Copy !req
202. as I am subtle, false and treacherous...Copy !req
203. this day should Clarence
closely be mewed up...Copy !req
204. about a prophecy,
which says that "G"...Copy !req
205. of Edward's heirs
the murderer shall be.Copy !req
206. And if I fail not in my deep intent,
Clarence hath not another day to live.Copy !req
207. What Clarence but a quicksand of deceit?Copy !req
208. Away with him!Copy !req
209. He cannot live...Copy !req
210. I hope...Copy !req
211. and must not die till George
be packed with post-horse up to heaven.Copy !req
212. Dive, thoughts, down to my soul -
George Clarence comes.Copy !req
213. - Brother!
- Oh.Copy !req
214. Good day.Copy !req
215. What means this armed guard
that waits upon Your Grace?Copy !req
216. His Majesty,
tendering my person's safety...Copy !req
217. hath appointed this conduct
to convey me to the Tower.Copy !req
218. - Upon what cause?
- Because my name is George.Copy !req
219. Alas, milord,
that fault is none of yours.Copy !req
220. He should, for that, commit your godfathers.Copy !req
221. O, belike his majesty hath some intent...Copy !req
222. that you shall be new-christened
in the Tower, eh?Copy !req
223. Ah, but what's the matter, Clarence?Copy !req
224. - May I know?
- Yea, Richard, when I know...Copy !req
225. for I protest as yet I do not.Copy !req
226. But as I can learn...Copy !req
227. he hearkens
after prophecies and dreams.Copy !req
228. And from the crossrow
plucks the letter "G"...Copy !req
229. and says a wizard told him that by "G"...Copy !req
230. his issue disinherited should be.Copy !req
231. And, for my name of George
begins with "G"...Copy !req
232. it follows in his thoughts
that I am he.Copy !req
233. These, as I learn,
and suchlike toys as these...Copy !req
234. have moved His Highness
to commit me now.Copy !req
235. Why, thus it is
when men are ruled by women.Copy !req
236. 'Tis not the king
that sends you to the Tower.Copy !req
237. Our upstart queen -
his wife, Clarence, 'tis she...Copy !req
238. that tempers him to this extremity.Copy !req
239. Was it not she
and that good man of worship...Copy !req
240. Anthony Rivers, her brother there...Copy !req
241. that made him send
Lord Hastings to the Tower...Copy !req
242. from whence this present day
he is delivered?Copy !req
243. We are not safe, Clarence.
We are not safe.Copy !req
244. I beseech Your Graces both
to pardon me.Copy !req
245. His Majesty hath straitly given in charge
that no man shall have private conference...Copy !req
246. of what degree soever
with your brother.Copy !req
247. We know thy charge, Brackenbury,
and will obey.Copy !req
248. We are the queen's abjects
and must obey.Copy !req
249. Brother, farewell. I will unto the king...Copy !req
250. and whatsoe'er you will employ me in,
I will perform it to enfranchise you.Copy !req
251. Meantime, this deep disgrace
in brotherhood...Copy !req
252. touches me deeper
than you can imagine.Copy !req
253. - I know it pleaseth neither of us well.
- Well...Copy !req
254. your imprisonment shall not be long.Copy !req
255. I will deliver you,
or else lie for you.Copy !req
256. - Meantime, have patience.
- I must perforce.Copy !req
257. Farewell.Copy !req
258. Go, tread the path
that thou shalt ne'er return.Copy !req
259. Simple, plain Clarence.Copy !req
260. I do love thee so,
that I will shortly send thy soul to heaven...Copy !req
261. if heaven will take the present
at our hands.Copy !req
262. Gentle Lady Anne...Copy !req
263. is not the causer of the untimely death
of your brave prince...Copy !req
264. as blameful as the executioner?Copy !req
265. Thou art the cause...
and most accursed effect.Copy !req
266. Your beauty
was the cause of that effect.Copy !req
267. Your beauty,
which did haunt me in my sleep...Copy !req
268. to undertake the death
of all the world...Copy !req
269. so I might live one hour
in your sweet bosom.Copy !req
270. If I thought that,
I tell thee, homicide...Copy !req
271. these nails should rend that beauty
from my cheeks.Copy !req
272. He that bereft thee, lady,
of thy husband...Copy !req
273. did it to help thee to a better husband.Copy !req
274. His better does not breathe
upon the earth.Copy !req
275. Go to. He lives that loves you
better than he could.Copy !req
276. Where is he?Copy !req
277. Here.Copy !req
278. Why dost thou spit...Copy !req
279. at me?Copy !req
280. Would it were mortal poison,
for thy sake.Copy !req
281. Never came poison
from so sweet a place.Copy !req
282. Never hung poison on a fouler toad.Copy !req
283. Out of my sight.Copy !req
284. Thou dost infect mine eyes.Copy !req
285. Thine eyes, sweet lady,
have infected mine.Copy !req
286. Those eyes of thine
from mine have drawn salt tears...Copy !req
287. shamed their aspects
with store of childish drops.Copy !req
288. These eyes that never shed
remorseful tear.Copy !req
289. No. When thy warlike father,
like a child...Copy !req
290. told the sad story
of my father's death...Copy !req
291. and 20 times made pause
to sob and weep...Copy !req
292. that all the standers-by
had wet their cheeks...Copy !req
293. like trees bedashed with rain -Copy !req
294. in that sad time...Copy !req
295. my manly eyes
did scorn an humble tear.Copy !req
296. And what these sorrows
could not thence bring forth...Copy !req
297. thy beauty hath...Copy !req
298. and made them blind
with weeping.Copy !req
299. I never sued to friend nor enemy.Copy !req
300. My tongue could never learn
sweet smoothing word.Copy !req
301. But now thy beauty is proposed my fee.Copy !req
302. My proud heart sues
and prompts my tongue to speak.Copy !req
303. Teach not thy lip such scorn...Copy !req
304. for it was made for kissing, lady...Copy !req
305. not for such contempt.Copy !req
306. If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive...Copy !req
307. Io, here I lend thee
this sharp-pointed sword...Copy !req
308. which if thou please to hide in this true breast
and let the soul forth that adoreth thee...Copy !req
309. I lay it naked to the deadly stroke
and humbly beg the death upon my knee!Copy !req
310. Nay, do not pause,
for I did kill Prince Edward...Copy !req
311. but 'twas thy beauty that provoked me.Copy !req
312. Nay, now dispatch.
'Twas I that stabbed your husband...Copy !req
313. but 'twas thy heavenly face
that set me on.Copy !req
314. Take up the sword again...Copy !req
315. or take up me.Copy !req
316. Arise, dissembler.Copy !req
317. Though I wish thy death...Copy !req
318. I will not be thy executioner.Copy !req
319. Then bid me kill myself,
and I will do it.Copy !req
320. - I have already.
- That was in thy rage.Copy !req
321. Speak it again,
and, even with the word...Copy !req
322. this hand,
which for thy love did kill thy love...Copy !req
323. shall for thy love kill a far truer love.Copy !req
324. To both their deaths
shalt thou be accessory.Copy !req
325. - I would I knew thy heart.
- 'Tis figured in my tongue.Copy !req
326. - I fear me both are false.
- Then never man was true.Copy !req
327. Well, well...Copy !req
328. put up your sword.Copy !req
329. Say, then, my peace is made.Copy !req
330. That shalt thou know hereafter.Copy !req
331. - But shall I live in hope?
- All men, I hope, live so.Copy !req
332. Vouchsafe to wear this ring.Copy !req
333. To take... is not to give.Copy !req
334. Look...Copy !req
335. how my ring encompasseth thy finger.Copy !req
336. Even so thy breast
encloseth my poor heart.Copy !req
337. Wear both of them...Copy !req
338. for both of them are thine.Copy !req
339. Bid me farewell.Copy !req
340. Was ever woman in this humor wooed?Copy !req
341. Was ever woman in this humor won?Copy !req
342. My dukedom to a widow's chastity...Copy !req
343. I do mistake my person all this while.Copy !req
344. Upon my life, she finds,
although I cannot...Copy !req
345. myself to be a marvelous proper man.Copy !req
346. I'll be at charges for a looking glass...Copy !req
347. and entertain
some score or two of tailors...Copy !req
348. to study fashions to adorn my body.Copy !req
349. Since I am crept in favor with myself...Copy !req
350. I will maintain it to some little cost.Copy !req
351. Shine out, fair sun...Copy !req
352. till I have bought a glass...Copy !req
353. that I may see my shadow...Copy !req
354. as I pass.Copy !req
355. Have patience, madam.
There's no doubt His Majesty...Copy !req
356. will soon recover
his accustomed health.Copy !req
357. In that you brook it ill,
it makes him worse.Copy !req
358. Therefore, for God's sake,
entertain good comfort...Copy !req
359. and cheer His Grace...Copy !req
360. with quick and merry words.Copy !req
361. If he were dead,
what would betide of me?Copy !req
362. No other harm but loss of such a lord.Copy !req
363. The loss of such a lord includes all harm.Copy !req
364. The heavens have blessed you
with a goodly son to be your comforter
when he is gone.Copy !req
365. Oh, he is young and his minority...Copy !req
366. is put unto the trust
of Richard Gloucester -Copy !req
367. a man that loves not me,
nor none of you.Copy !req
368. Is it concluded he shall be protector?Copy !req
369. It is intended, not concluded yet.Copy !req
370. But so it must be
if the king miscarry.Copy !req
371. This is a special warrant
for the duke of Clarence.Copy !req
372. A summary order to deliver him...Copy !req
373. to execution and the hand of death.Copy !req
374. Which done...Copy !req
375. God take King Edward to his mercy...Copy !req
376. and leave the world for me...Copy !req
377. to bustle in.Copy !req
378. Oh.Copy !req
379. Why looks Your Grace so heavily today?Copy !req
380. Oh, I have passed a miserable night.Copy !req
381. So full of ugly sights,
of ghastly dreams...Copy !req
382. that as I am a Christian faithful man...Copy !req
383. I would not spend
another such a night...Copy !req
384. though 'twere to buy
a world of happy days...Copy !req
385. so full of dismal terror was the time.Copy !req
386. What was this dream?Copy !req
387. I pray you tell it me.Copy !req
388. Methought that I had broken
from the Tower...Copy !req
389. and was embarked to cross to Burgundy.Copy !req
390. And in my company,
my brother Gloucester...Copy !req
391. who from my cabin tempted me
to walk upon the hatches.Copy !req
392. Thence we looked towards England...Copy !req
393. and cited up a thousand fearful times...Copy !req
394. during the wars of York and Lancaster
that had befallen us.Copy !req
395. As we paced along
upon the giddy footing of the hatches...Copy !req
396. methought that Gloucester stumbled...Copy !req
397. and, in falling...Copy !req
398. struck me,
that thought to stay him...Copy !req
399. overboard,
into the tumbling billows of the main.Copy !req
400. Lord, Lord!Copy !req
401. Methought what pain it was to drown.Copy !req
402. What dreadful noise of water
in mine ears.Copy !req
403. What ugly sights of death
within mine eyes.Copy !req
404. Methought I saw
a thousand fearful wrecks...Copy !req
405. 10,000 men
that fishes gnawed upon...Copy !req
406. wedges of gold,
great anchors, heaps of pearl...Copy !req
407. inestimable stones,
unvalued jewels...Copy !req
408. all scattered at the bottom of the sea.Copy !req
409. Had you such leisure
in the time of death...Copy !req
410. to gaze upon the secrets of the deep?Copy !req
411. Methought I had,
and often did I strive...Copy !req
412. to yield the ghost.Copy !req
413. But still the envious flood
kept in my soul...Copy !req
414. and would not let it forth
to find the empty, vast and wandering air...Copy !req
415. but smothered it
within my panting bulk...Copy !req
416. which almost burst
to belch it in the sea.Copy !req
417. Awoke you not with this sore agony?Copy !req
418. Oh, no, my dream
was lengthened after life.Copy !req
419. Oh, then began the tempest to my soul.Copy !req
420. I crossed, methought,
the melancholy flood...Copy !req
421. with that grim ferryman
that poets write of...Copy !req
422. into the kingdom of perpetual night.Copy !req
423. The first that there
did greet my stranger soul...Copy !req
424. was my great father-in-law,
renowned Warwick...Copy !req
425. who cried aloud...Copy !req
426. "What scourge for perjury can this
dark monarchy afford false Clarence?"Copy !req
427. And so he vanished.Copy !req
428. Then came wandering by
a shadow like an angel...Copy !req
429. with bright hair dabbled with blood.Copy !req
430. And he shrieked out aloud...Copy !req
431. "Clarence is come!
False, fleeting, perjured Clarence...Copy !req
432. "that stabbed me in the field
by Tewksbury!Copy !req
433. Seize on him, Furies!
Take him to your torments!"Copy !req
434. With that, methought
a legion of foul fiends environed me...Copy !req
435. and howled in mine ears
such hideous cries...Copy !req
436. that with the very noise
I trembling waked...Copy !req
437. and for a season after...Copy !req
438. could not believe
but that I was in hell...Copy !req
439. such terrible impression
made my dream.Copy !req
440. No marvel, my lord,
that it affrighted you.Copy !req
441. I promise you,
I am afraid to hear you tell it.Copy !req
442. Oh, Brackenbury,
I have done those things...Copy !req
443. which now bear evidence
against my soul...Copy !req
444. for Edward's sake...Copy !req
445. and see how he requites me.Copy !req
446. Oh, God, if my deep prayers
will not appease thee...Copy !req
447. but thou wilt be avenged
on my misdeeds...Copy !req
448. yet execute thy wrath on me alone.Copy !req
449. Oh, spare my guiltless wife
and my poor children.Copy !req
450. I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay with me.Copy !req
451. My soul is heavy...Copy !req
452. and I fain would sleep.Copy !req
453. I will, my lord.Copy !req
454. God give Your Grace...Copy !req
455. good rest.Copy !req
456. Good time of day unto Your Royal Grace.Copy !req
457. Oh, princely Buckingham. I kiss thy hand.Copy !req
458. - Good morrow, Catesby.
- God make Your Grace
as joyful as you have been.Copy !req
459. But now the duke of Buckingham and I
have come from visiting His Majesty.Copy !req
460. He hath revoked the order
for the execution of the duke, your brother.Copy !req
461. What likelihood
of his amendment, lords?Copy !req
462. But who comes here?Copy !req
463. By heaven,
I think there's no man secure...Copy !req
464. but the queen's kindred
and night-walking heralds...Copy !req
465. that trudge betwixt the king
and Mistress Shore.Copy !req
466. Heard you not what an humble suppliant
Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery?Copy !req
467. Humbly complaining to her deity
got my Lord Chamberlain his liberty.Copy !req
468. I'll tell you what.
I think it is our way...Copy !req
469. if we will keep in favor with the king
to be her men and wear her livery.Copy !req
470. The jealous fading queen
and Mistress Shore...Copy !req
471. since that our brother
dubbed them gentlewomen...Copy !req
472. are mighty gossips in our monarchy.Copy !req
473. I beseech Your Graces
both to pardon me.Copy !req
474. His Majesty hath straitly given in charge
that no man shall have private conference...Copy !req
475. of what degree soever
with your brother.Copy !req
476. Even so, an't please
your worship, Brackenbury...Copy !req
477. you may partake of anything we say.Copy !req
478. We speak no treason, man.
We say the king is wise and virtuous...Copy !req
479. and his noble queen
well struck in years, fair and not jealous.Copy !req
480. We say that Shore's wife
hath a pretty foot...Copy !req
481. a cherry lip, a bonny eye...Copy !req
482. a passing pleasing tongue and that
the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks.Copy !req
483. How say you, sir?
Can you deny all this?Copy !req
484. With this, my lord, myself
have naught to do.Copy !req
485. Naught to do with Mistress Shore?Copy !req
486. I tell thee, fellow, he that
doth naught with her, excepting one,
were best to do it secretly, alone.Copy !req
487. - What one, my lord?
- Her husband, knave.
Wouldst thou betray me?Copy !req
488. I beseech Your Graces both to pardon me...Copy !req
489. and withal forbear all conference
with the duke of Clarence.Copy !req
490. I cannot tell. The world is grown so bad...Copy !req
491. that wrens may prey
where eagles dare not perch.Copy !req
492. Since every Jack became a gentleman,
there's many a gentle person made a Jack.Copy !req
493. But who comes here?Copy !req
494. The new-delivered Hastings.Copy !req
495. Good time of day
unto my gracious lord.Copy !req
496. As much unto
my good Lord Chamberlain.Copy !req
497. Well are you welcome to this open air.Copy !req
498. How hath your lordship
brooked imprisonment?Copy !req
499. With patience, good Catesby,
as prisoners must.Copy !req
500. - My lord.
- Farewell, good Brackenbury.Copy !req
501. But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks
that were the cause of my imprisonment.Copy !req
502. No doubt, no doubt.
And so shall Clarence, too.Copy !req
503. For they that were
your enemies are his...Copy !req
504. and have prevailed
as much on him as you.Copy !req
505. More pity that the eagle
should be mewed...Copy !req
506. while kites and buzzards
prey at liberty.Copy !req
507. - What news abroad?
- No news so bad abroad as this at home.Copy !req
508. The king is sickly, weak and melancholy,
and his physicians fear him mightily.Copy !req
509. Now, by Saint Paul,
that news is bad indeed.Copy !req
510. Hmm. He hath kept an evil diet long...Copy !req
511. and overmuch consumed
his royal person.Copy !req
512. 'Tis very grievous to be thought upon.Copy !req
513. Where is he, Catesby,
in his bed?Copy !req
514. - He is.
- God grant him health.Copy !req
515. - Did you confer with him?
- We did, my lord...Copy !req
516. and he desires to make atonement
betwixt the duke of Gloucester
and the brothers of the queen.Copy !req
517. And betwixt them and you,
my good Lord Chamberlain...Copy !req
518. and sent to warn you
to his royal presence.Copy !req
519. They do me wrong...Copy !req
520. and I will not endure it.Copy !req
521. Who are they
that complain unto the king...Copy !req
522. that I, forsooth, am stern
and love them not?Copy !req
523. By holy Paul, they love His Grace but lightly
that fill his ears with such dissentious rumors.Copy !req
524. Because I cannot flatter
and speak fair...Copy !req
525. smile in men's faces,
smooth, deceive and cog...Copy !req
526. duck with French nods
and apish courtesy...Copy !req
527. I must be held a rancorous enemy.Copy !req
528. Cannot a plain man
live and think no harm...Copy !req
529. but thus his simple truth
must be abused...Copy !req
530. by silken, sly, insinuating Jacks?Copy !req
531. - To whom in all this presence
speaks Your Grace?
- To thee, that hast nor honesty nor grace.Copy !req
532. When have I injured thee?
When done thee wrong? Or thee? Or thee?Copy !req
533. Or any of your faction?
A plague upon you all.Copy !req
534. His Royal Grace, whom God preserve
better than you would wish...Copy !req
535. cannot be quiet
scarce a breathing-while...Copy !req
536. but you must trouble him
with lewd complaints.Copy !req
537. Come, come, we know your meaning,
Brother Gloucester.Copy !req
538. You envy my advancement
and my friends'.Copy !req
539. God grant we never may have
need of you!Copy !req
540. Meantime, God grants
that we have need of you.Copy !req
541. Our brother is imprisoned
by your means...Copy !req
542. myself disgraced and the nobility
held in contempt...Copy !req
543. while great promotions
are daily given to ennoble those...Copy !req
544. that scarce some two days since
were worth a noble.Copy !req
545. By God who raised me
to this careful height...Copy !req
546. from that contented hap
which I enjoyed...Copy !req
547. I never did incense His Majesty
against the duke of Clarence...Copy !req
548. but have been an earnest advocate
to plead for him.Copy !req
549. My lord, you do me shameful injury
falsely to draw me in these vile suspects.Copy !req
550. You may deny that you were not the cause
of my Lord Hastings' late imprisonment.Copy !req
551. - She may, my lord -
- She may, Lord Rivers.Copy !req
552. Why, who knows not so?
She may do more, sir, than denying that.Copy !req
553. She may help you to many fair preferments
and then deny her aiding hand therein...Copy !req
554. and lay those honors
on your high desert.Copy !req
555. Ha! What may she not?
She may, aye, marry, may she -Copy !req
556. - What, marry, may she?
- "What, marry, may she?" Marry with a king...Copy !req
557. a bachelor
and a handsome stripling, too.Copy !req
558. I guess your grandam
had a worser match.Copy !req
559. My lord of Gloucester,
I have too long borne...Copy !req
560. your blunt upbraidings
and your bitter scoffs.Copy !req
561. By heaven,
I will acquaint His Majesty...Copy !req
562. with those gross taunts
I often have endured.Copy !req
563. What? Threat you me with telling of the king?
Tell him and spare not.Copy !req
564. Look, what I have said
I will avouch in presence of the king.Copy !req
565. I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower.
'Tis time to speak, my pains are quite forgot.Copy !req
566. I had rather be a country servant-maid
than a great queen, with this condition...Copy !req
567. to be thus baited,
scorned and stormed at.Copy !req
568. Small joy have I
in being England's queen.Copy !req
569. Ere you were queen, aye,
or your husband king...Copy !req
570. I was a packhorse
in his great affairs...Copy !req
571. a weeder-out of his proud adversaries,
a liberal rewarder of his friends.Copy !req
572. To royalize his blood I spilt mine own.Copy !req
573. In all which time you
and your late husband...Copy !req
574. together with his son Dorset here...Copy !req
575. were factious for the house of Lancaster -
and, Rivers, so were you.Copy !req
576. Let me put in your minds,
if you forget, what you have been
ere this, and what you are.Copy !req
577. Withal, what I have been,
and what I am.Copy !req
578. Poor Clarence did forsake
his father-in-law, Warwick -Copy !req
579. Aye, and forswore himself-
which Jesu pardon -Copy !req
580. to fight on Edward's party
for the crown.Copy !req
581. And for his meed,
poor lord, he is mewed up.Copy !req
582. I would to God
my heart were flint, like Edward's...Copy !req
583. or Edward's soft and pitiful,
like mine.Copy !req
584. I am too childish-foolish
for this world.Copy !req
585. My lord of Gloucester,
in those busy days...Copy !req
586. which here you urge
to prove us enemies...Copy !req
587. we followed then our lord,
our lawful king.Copy !req
588. So should we you,
if you should be our king.Copy !req
589. If I should be?
I'd rather be a peddler.Copy !req
590. Far be it from my heart,
the thought thereof.Copy !req
591. As little joy, my lord,
as you suppose...Copy !req
592. you should enjoy,
were you this country's king...Copy !req
593. as little I enjoy,
being the queen thereof.Copy !req
594. Dispute not with him.
He is lunatic.Copy !req
595. Peace, Master Marquess,
you are malapert.Copy !req
596. Your fire-new stamp of honor
is scarce current.Copy !req
597. - What doth he say, my lord of Stanley?
- Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord.Copy !req
598. They that stand high
have many blasts to shake them.Copy !req
599. And when they fall,
they dash themselves to pieces.Copy !req
600. Good counsel.
Marry, learn it, Marquess. Learn it.Copy !req
601. - It touches you, my lord, as much as me.
- Aye...Copy !req
602. and much more.Copy !req
603. But I was born so high.Copy !req
604. I was too hot to do somebody good...Copy !req
605. that is too cold in thinking of it now.Copy !req
606. Marry, as for Clarence,
he is well repaid.Copy !req
607. He is franked up
to fatting for his pains.Copy !req
608. God pardon them
that are the cause thereof.Copy !req
609. A virtuous
and a Christian-like conclusion...Copy !req
610. to pray for them
that have done wrong to us.Copy !req
611. So do I ever,
being well-advised.Copy !req
612. For had I cursed now,
I had cursed myself.Copy !req
613. Madam, His Majesty doth call for you
and for Your Grace and you, my noble lords.Copy !req
614. Catesby, we come.
Lords, will you go with us?Copy !req
615. Madam, we will attend Your Grace.Copy !req
616. Go you before, and I will follow you.Copy !req
617. But soft...Copy !req
618. here come my executioners.Copy !req
619. How now, my hardy, stout
resolved mates!Copy !req
620. Are you now going
to dispatch this thing?Copy !req
621. We are, milord, and come to have the warrant
that we may be admitted where he is.Copy !req
622. Well thought upon.
I have it here about me.Copy !req
623. Uh -Copy !req
624. But, sirs, be sudden in the execution...Copy !req
625. withal obdurate,
do not hear him plead...Copy !req
626. for Clarence is well-spoken and perhaps
may move your hearts to pity if you mark him.Copy !req
627. Tush! Fear not, milord,
we will not stand to prate.Copy !req
628. Talkers are no good doers.Copy !req
629. Be assured we come to use our hands
and not our tongues.Copy !req
630. Your eyes drop millstones
when fools' eyes drop tears, eh?Copy !req
631. I like you, lads. About your business straight.Copy !req
632. - Go, go, dispatch.
- We will, my noble lord.Copy !req
633. In God's name, who are you,
and how came you hither?Copy !req
634. I would speak with Clarence,
and I came hither on my legs.Copy !req
635. - Be you so brief?
- O, sir, 'tis better to be brief than tedious.Copy !req
636. Show him our commission
and talk no more.Copy !req
637. I am, in this, commanded to deliver
the noble duke of Clarence to your hands.Copy !req
638. I will not reason what is meant thereby,
because I will be guiltless of the meaning.Copy !req
639. Here is the key.Copy !req
640. There lies the duke asleep.Copy !req
641. I'll to His Majesty and certify His Grace
that thus I have resigned my charge to you.Copy !req
642. You may, sir.
It is a point of wisdom. Fare you well.Copy !req
643. I know thy charge, Brackenbury...Copy !req
644. and will take it.Copy !req
645. Clout him over the head
with the hilts of thy weapon...Copy !req
646. and then chop him
in the malmsey butt in the next room.Copy !req
647. Aye, make a sop of him.Copy !req
648. Where art thou, keeper?Copy !req
649. Give me a cup of wine.Copy !req
650. You shall have wine enough,
my lord, anon.Copy !req
651. Why, so.Copy !req
652. Now have I done a good day's work.Copy !req
653. You peers,
continue this united league.Copy !req
654. Madam, my mother...Copy !req
655. I do crave your blessing.Copy !req
656. I every day expect a summons
from my Redeemer...Copy !req
657. to redeem me hence...Copy !req
658. and now...Copy !req
659. in peace my soul
shall part for heaven...Copy !req
660. since I have left my friends
at peace on earth.Copy !req
661. Rivers, Hastings...Copy !req
662. take each other's hand.Copy !req
663. Dissemble not your hatred...Copy !req
664. swear your love.Copy !req
665. By heaven, my heart is purged
from grudging hate...Copy !req
666. and with my hand I seal
my true heart's love.Copy !req
667. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like.Copy !req
668. Take heed you dally not
before your king...Copy !req
669. lest he that is
the supreme King of Kings...Copy !req
670. confound your hidden falsehood...Copy !req
671. and award either of you
to be the other's end.Copy !req
672. So prosper I,
as I swear perfect love.Copy !req
673. And I, as I love Hastings
with my heart.Copy !req
674. Madam, yourself are not
exempt in this...Copy !req
675. nor you, young Dorset -Copy !req
676. Buckingham, nor you.Copy !req
677. You have been factious
one against the other.Copy !req
678. Wife, love Lord Hastings.Copy !req
679. Let him kiss your hand.Copy !req
680. And what you do, do it unfeignedly.Copy !req
681. There, Hastings. I will never more
remember our former hatred...Copy !req
682. so thrive I and mine.Copy !req
683. Dorset, embrace him.Copy !req
684. Hastings, love Lord Marquess.Copy !req
685. This interchange of love, I here protest,
upon my part shall be inviolable.Copy !req
686. And so swear I, my lord.Copy !req
687. Now, princely Buckingham,
seal thou this league...Copy !req
688. with thy embracement
to my wife's allies...Copy !req
689. and make me happy in your unity.Copy !req
690. Whenever Buckingham doth turn
his hate on you or yours...Copy !req
691. God punish me with hate in those
where I expect most love.Copy !req
692. When I have most need
to employ a friend...Copy !req
693. and most assured
that he is a friend...Copy !req
694. deep, hollow, treacherous
and full of guile...Copy !req
695. be he unto me.Copy !req
696. This do I beg of God...Copy !req
697. when I am cold in zeal
to you or yours.Copy !req
698. A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham...Copy !req
699. is this thy vow unto my sickly heart.Copy !req
700. There wanteth now
our brother Gloucester here...Copy !req
701. to make the perfect period
of this peace.Copy !req
702. And in good time here comes the noble duke.Copy !req
703. Good morrow
to my sovereign king... and queen...Copy !req
704. and, princely peers,
a happy time of day.Copy !req
705. Happy, indeed,
as we have spent the day.Copy !req
706. Brother, we have done
deeds of charity...Copy !req
707. made peace of enmity,
fair love of hate...Copy !req
708. between these swelling
wrong-incensed peers.Copy !req
709. A blessed labor,
my most sovereign liege.Copy !req
710. Among this princely heap...Copy !req
711. if any here,
by false intelligence...Copy !req
712. or wrong surmise,
hold me a foe -Copy !req
713. If I unwittingly, or in my rage...Copy !req
714. have aught committed that is hardly borne
by any in this presence...Copy !req
715. I desire to reconcile me
to his friendly peace.Copy !req
716. 'Tis death to me to be at enmity.Copy !req
717. I hate it,
and desire all good men's love.Copy !req
718. First, madam,
I entreat true peace of you...Copy !req
719. which I will purchase
with my duteous service.Copy !req
720. Of you,
my noble cousin Buckingham...Copy !req
721. if ever any grudge
were lodged between us -Copy !req
722. of you, Lord Rivers,
and, Lord Grey, of you -Copy !req
723. of you, my noble Marquess,
lord of Dorset -Copy !req
724. that all without desert
have frowned on me -Copy !req
725. dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen...Copy !req
726. indeed, of all.Copy !req
727. I do not know that Englishman alive
with whom my soul is any jot at odds...Copy !req
728. more than the infant
that is born tonight.Copy !req
729. I thank my God for my humility.Copy !req
730. A holy day
shall this be kept hereafter.Copy !req
731. I would to God all strifes
were well compounded.Copy !req
732. My sovereign liege,
I do beseech Your Majesty...Copy !req
733. to take our brother Clarence
to Your Grace.Copy !req
734. Why, madam...Copy !req
735. have I offered love for this
to be so flouted in this royal presence?Copy !req
736. Who knows not
that the gentle duke... is dead?Copy !req
737. You do him injury to scorn his corse.Copy !req
738. Who knows not he is dead?Copy !req
739. - Who knows he is?
- All-seeing heaven, what a world is this!Copy !req
740. Look I so pale, Lord Dorset,
as the rest?Copy !req
741. Aye, my good lord...Copy !req
742. and no one in this presence
but his red color hath forsook his cheeks.Copy !req
743. I-Is Clarence dead?
The order was reversed.Copy !req
744. But he, poor soul, by your first order died,
and that a winged Mercury did bear.Copy !req
745. Some tardy cripple
bore the countermand...Copy !req
746. that came too lag to see him buried.Copy !req
747. Who sued to me for him?Copy !req
748. Who, in my rage, kneeled at my feet,
and bade me be advised?Copy !req
749. Who spake of brotherhood?Copy !req
750. Who spake of love?Copy !req
751. Who told me how the poor soul did forsake
the mighty Warwick and did fight for me?Copy !req
752. Who told me,
in the field by Tewksbury...Copy !req
753. when Warwick had me down,
he rescued me...Copy !req
754. and said,
"Dear Brother, live and be a king"?Copy !req
755. Who told me...Copy !req
756. when we both lay on the ground
frozen almost to death...Copy !req
757. how he did lap me
even in his own garments...Copy !req
758. and gave himself, all thin and naked,
to the numb, cold night?Copy !req
759. All this from my remembrance
brutish wrath sinfully plucked...Copy !req
760. and not a man of you
had so much grace to put it in my mind!Copy !req
761. Oh, God!Copy !req
762. I fear...Copy !req
763. thy justice will take hold
on me, and you...Copy !req
764. and mine, and yours for this.Copy !req
765. Come, Hastings, help me to my bed.Copy !req
766. Oh!Copy !req
767. Poor Clarence!Copy !req
768. This is the fruit of rashness.Copy !req
769. Marked you not
how that the guilty kindred of the queen...Copy !req
770. looked pale when they did hear
of Clarence' death?Copy !req
771. Oh, my good Lord Stanley,
they did urge it still unto the king.Copy !req
772. God will revenge it.Copy !req
773. Oh, who shall hinder me to wail and weep...Copy !req
774. to chide my fortune
and torment myself?Copy !req
775. Oh, for my husband,
for my dear Lord Edward.Copy !req
776. Comfort, dear madam.
God is much displeased...Copy !req
777. that you take
with unthankfulness his doing.Copy !req
778. Madam, bethink you,
like a careful mother...Copy !req
779. of the young prince of Wales.Copy !req
780. Send straight for him.
Let him be crowned.Copy !req
781. In him your comfort lives.Copy !req
782. Drown desperate sorrow
in dead Edward's grave...Copy !req
783. and plant your joys
in living Edward's throne.Copy !req
784. Sister...Copy !req
785. have comfort.Copy !req
786. All of us have cause
to wail the dimming of our shining star...Copy !req
787. but none may help our harms
by wailing them.Copy !req
788. Madam my mother, I do cry you mercy.
I did not see Your Grace.Copy !req
789. Most humbly on my knee,
I crave your blessing.Copy !req
790. God bless thee
and put meekness in thy mind...Copy !req
791. love, charity, obedience
and true duty.Copy !req
792. Amen, and make me die a good old man.
That is the butt end of a mother's blessing.Copy !req
793. I marvel that Her Grace
did leave it out.Copy !req
794. You cloudy princes
and heart-sorrowing peers...Copy !req
795. that bear this mutual
heavy load of moan...Copy !req
796. now cheer each other
in each other's love.Copy !req
797. The broken rancor
of your high-swoln hearts...Copy !req
798. but lately splinted, knit
and joined together...Copy !req
799. must gently be preserved,
cherished and kept.Copy !req
800. Meseemeth good
that with some little train...Copy !req
801. forthwith from Ludlow
the young prince be fetched...Copy !req
802. hither to London
to be crowned our king.Copy !req
803. Why with some little train,
my lord of Buckingham?Copy !req
804. Marry, my lord,
lest by a multitude...Copy !req
805. the new-healed wound of malice
should break out...Copy !req
806. as well the fear of harm
as harm apparent...Copy !req
807. in my opinion,
ought to be prevented.Copy !req
808. I hope the king made peace
with all of us...Copy !req
809. and the compact
is firm and true in me.Copy !req
810. And so in me.
And so, I think, in all.Copy !req
811. Yet, since it is but green...Copy !req
812. it should be put
to no apparent likelihood of breach...Copy !req
813. which haply by much company
might be urged.Copy !req
814. Therefore I say
with noble Buckingham...Copy !req
815. that it is meet so few
should fetch the prince.Copy !req
816. - And so say I.
- Then be it so...Copy !req
817. and go we to determine
who they shall be...Copy !req
818. that straight shall post to Ludlow.Copy !req
819. Madam, and you, my mother, will you go
to give your censures in this business?Copy !req
820. With all our hearts.Copy !req
821. My lord...Copy !req
822. whoever journeys to the prince,
for God's sake, let not us two stay behind.Copy !req
823. For by the way I'll sort occasion...Copy !req
824. as index to the story
we late talked on...Copy !req
825. to part the queen's
proud kindred from the prince.Copy !req
826. My other self...Copy !req
827. my counsel's consistory...Copy !req
828. my oracle, my prophet.Copy !req
829. My dear cousin...Copy !req
830. I, like a child,
will go by thy direction.Copy !req
831. Towards Ludlow then...Copy !req
832. for we'll not stay behind.Copy !req
833. Last night, I hear,
they lay at Northampton.Copy !req
834. At Stony-Stratford
will they be tonight.Copy !req
835. Tomorrow, or next day,
they will be here.Copy !req
836. I long with all my heart
to see the prince.Copy !req
837. I hope he is much grown
since last I saw him.Copy !req
838. But I hear no. They say my son of York
hath almost overta'en him in his growth.Copy !req
839. Aye, Mother,
but I would not have it so.Copy !req
840. Why, my young grandson,
it is good to grow.Copy !req
841. Grandam, one night
as we did sit at supper...Copy !req
842. my uncle Rivers talked
how I did grow...Copy !req
843. more than my brother.Copy !req
844. "Aye," quoth my uncle Gloucester...Copy !req
845. "Small herbs have grace,
great weeds do grow apace."Copy !req
846. Marry, they say
my uncle grew so fast...Copy !req
847. that he could gnaw a crust
at two hours old.Copy !req
848. 'Twas full two years
ere I could get a tooth.Copy !req
849. A parlous boy.
Go to, you are too shrewd.Copy !req
850. Good madam,
be not angry with the child.Copy !req
851. Pitchers have ears.Copy !req
852. Where is the queen?Copy !req
853. - Where is Her Majesty?
- She is above, my lord.Copy !req
854. Here comes your kinsman
Marquess Dorset.Copy !req
855. - What news, Lord Marquess?
- Such news, my lord, as grieves me to unfold.Copy !req
856. - How fares the prince?
- Well, madam, and in health.Copy !req
857. What is thy news, then?Copy !req
858. Madam, your brothers,
Lord Rivers... and Lord Grey...Copy !req
859. are sent to Pomfret...Copy !req
860. prisoners.Copy !req
861. Who hath committed them?Copy !req
862. The mighty dukes
Gloucester and Buckingham.Copy !req
863. For what offense?Copy !req
864. The sum of all I can,
I have disclosed.Copy !req
865. Why, or for what,
our kinsmen are committed...Copy !req
866. is all unknown to me,
my gracious lady.Copy !req
867. Ay me,
I see the downfall of our house.Copy !req
868. The tiger now hath seized
the gentle hind.Copy !req
869. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days...Copy !req
870. how many of you
have mine eyes beheld.Copy !req
871. My husband lost his life
to get the crown...Copy !req
872. and often up and down
my sons were tossed...Copy !req
873. for me to joy or weep
their gain and loss.Copy !req
874. Blood against blood...Copy !req
875. self against self.Copy !req
876. O let me die,
to look on death no more.Copy !req
877. Come, come, my boy.Copy !req
878. We will to sanctuary.Copy !req
879. - Madam, farewell.
- I'll go with you.Copy !req
880. You have no cause.Copy !req
881. My gracious lady, go, and thither
bear your treasure and your goods.Copy !req
882. For my part,
I'll resign unto Your Grace the seal I keep...Copy !req
883. and so betide to me
as well I tender you and all of yours.Copy !req
884. Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary.Copy !req
885. Welcome, sweet prince,
to London, to your chamber.Copy !req
886. Welcome, dear cousin...Copy !req
887. my thoughts' sovereign.Copy !req
888. Ah, the weary way
hath made you melancholy.Copy !req
889. No, Uncle,
but our crosses on the way...Copy !req
890. have made it tedious,
wearisome and heavy.Copy !req
891. I want more uncles here
to welcome me.Copy !req
892. Sweet prince,
the untainted virtue of your years...Copy !req
893. hath not yet dived
into the world's deceit.Copy !req
894. No more can you distinguish of a man
than of his outward show...Copy !req
895. which, God he knows,
seldom or never...Copy !req
896. jumpeth with the heart.Copy !req
897. Those uncles which you want...Copy !req
898. were dangerous.Copy !req
899. Your Grace attended
to their sugared words...Copy !req
900. but looked not
on the poison of their hearts.Copy !req
901. God keep you from them
and from such false friends.Copy !req
902. God keep me from false friends,
but they were none.Copy !req
903. Hmm. Sir, my Lord Archbishop
comes to greet you.Copy !req
904. The mayor of London
waits upon Your Grace.Copy !req
905. God bless Your Grace
with health and happy days.Copy !req
906. I thank you, good my lord,
and thank you all.Copy !req
907. I thought my mother
and my brother York...Copy !req
908. would long ere this
have met us on the way.Copy !req
909. Fie, what a slug is Hastings...Copy !req
910. that he comes not
to tell us whether they will come or no.Copy !req
911. And in good time
here comes the sweating lord.Copy !req
912. And the Lord Stanley with him.Copy !req
913. Welcome, my lord.
What, will our mother come?Copy !req
914. On what occasion,
God he knows, not I...Copy !req
915. the queen your mother and your brother York
have taken sanctuary.Copy !req
916. The tender prince would fain have come
with me to meet Your Grace...Copy !req
917. but by his mother
was perforce withheld.Copy !req
918. Fie, what indirect
and peevish course is this of hers.Copy !req
919. My Lord Archbishop...Copy !req
920. will Your Grace persuade the queen...Copy !req
921. to send the duke of York
unto his princely brother presently?Copy !req
922. If she deny,
Lord Hastings, go with him...Copy !req
923. and from her jealous arms
pluck him perforce.Copy !req
924. My lord of Buckingham...Copy !req
925. if my weak oratory
can from his mother win the duke of York...Copy !req
926. anon expect him here.Copy !req
927. But if she be obdurate
to mild entreaties...Copy !req
928. God in heaven forbid we should infringe
the holy privilege of blessed sanctuary!Copy !req
929. Not for all this land
would I be guilty of so deep a sin.Copy !req
930. You are too senseless-obstinate,
my lord...Copy !req
931. too ceremonious and traditional.Copy !req
932. Weigh it but with the grossness of this age,
you break not sanctuary in seizing him.Copy !req
933. The benefit thereof is always granted...Copy !req
934. to those whose dealings
have deserved the place...Copy !req
935. and those that have the wit
to claim the place.Copy !req
936. This prince hath neither claimed it
nor deserved it.Copy !req
937. And therefore, in my opinion,
cannot have it.Copy !req
938. Oft have I heard of sanctuary men...Copy !req
939. but sanctuary children -
huh! -Copy !req
940. ne'er till now.Copy !req
941. Milord, you shall o'errule
my mind for once.Copy !req
942. Come on, Lord Hastings,
will you go with me?Copy !req
943. I go, my lord.
Lord Stanley, will you come?Copy !req
944. Good lords,
make all the speedy haste you may.Copy !req
945. Catesby, Ratcliffe, Lovel,
go with them.Copy !req
946. The mayor towards Guildhall
hies him in all haste.Copy !req
947. There tomorrow,
at your meetest vantage of the time...Copy !req
948. infer the bastardy
of Edward's children.Copy !req
949. Moreover, urge his hateful luxury...Copy !req
950. and bestial appetite
in change of lust...Copy !req
951. which stretched unto their servants,
daughters, wives...Copy !req
952. even where his raging eye
or savage heart, without control...Copy !req
953. lusted to make his prey.Copy !req
954. Say, Uncle Gloucester,
if my brother come...Copy !req
955. where shall we sojourn
till our coronation?Copy !req
956. Where it thinks best
untoyour royal self.Copy !req
957. If I may counsel you...Copy !req
958. some day or two
Your Highness shall repose you...Copy !req
959. at the Tower.Copy !req
960. Then where you please...Copy !req
961. and shall be thought most fit
for your best health and recreation.Copy !req
962. I do not like the Tower...Copy !req
963. of any place.Copy !req
964. So wise so young, they say,
do ne'er live long.Copy !req
965. Did Julius Caesar
build that place, milord?Copy !req
966. He did, my gracious lord,
begin that place.Copy !req
967. That Julius Caesar was a famous man.Copy !req
968. With what his valor
did enrich his wit...Copy !req
969. his wit set down
to make his valor live.Copy !req
970. Nay, for a need,
thus far come near my person.Copy !req
971. Tell them that when my mother
was with child -Copy !req
972. with my yet unborn brother -Copy !req
973. noble York, my princely father...Copy !req
974. then had wars in France...Copy !req
975. and by true computation of the time...Copy !req
976. found that the issue
was not his begot...Copy !req
977. which well appeared in his lineaments,
being nothing like the duke, my noble father.Copy !req
978. Yet, uh, touch this sparingly,
as 'twere far off...Copy !req
979. because, my lord,
you know, my mother lives.Copy !req
980. I'll tell you what,
my cousin Buckingham.Copy !req
981. - What, my gracious lord?
- An if I live until I be a man...Copy !req
982. I'll win our ancient rights
in France again...Copy !req
983. or die a soldier, as I lived a king.Copy !req
984. Short summers lightly have
a forward spring.Copy !req
985. Fear not, my lord,
I'll play the orator...Copy !req
986. as if the golden fee for which I plead
were for myself.Copy !req
987. If you thrive well,
bring them to Baynard's Castle...Copy !req
988. where you shall find me
well accompanied...Copy !req
989. with reverend fathers
and well-learned bishops.Copy !req
990. Ah, in good time,
here comes the duke of York.Copy !req
991. Richard of York.Copy !req
992. How fares our loving brother?Copy !req
993. Well, my dread lord -
so must I call you now.Copy !req
994. Aye, Brother,
to our grief, as it is yours.Copy !req
995. How fares our noble cousin,
princely York?Copy !req
996. I thank you, gentle Uncle.Copy !req
997. Oh, my lord, you said that
idle weeds are fast in growth.Copy !req
998. The prince my brother
hath outgrown me far.Copy !req
999. - He hath, milord.
- And therefore is he idle?Copy !req
1000. - Oh, my dear lord, I must not say so.
- Then he is more beholding to you than I.Copy !req
1001. Ah, he may command me
as my sovereign...Copy !req
1002. but you have power in me
as a kinsman.Copy !req
1003. I pray you, Uncle,
give me this dagger.Copy !req
1004. My dagger, little cousin?
With all my heart.Copy !req
1005. - A beggar, Brother?
- Of my kind uncle, that I know will give...Copy !req
1006. and being but a toy,
which is no grief to give.Copy !req
1007. A greater gift than that
I'll give my cousin.Copy !req
1008. A greater gift?
Oh, that's the sword to it.Copy !req
1009. - Too weighty for Your Grace to wear.
- I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.Copy !req
1010. What, would you have
my weapon, little lord?Copy !req
1011. I would, that I might thank you
as you call me.Copy !req
1012. - How?
- Little.Copy !req
1013. My lord of York
will still be cross in talk.Copy !req
1014. Uncle, Your Grace knows
how to bear with him.Copy !req
1015. You mean to bear me,
not to bear with me.Copy !req
1016. Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me.Copy !req
1017. Because that I am little,
like an ape...Copy !req
1018. he thinks that you should
bear me on your shoulder!Copy !req
1019. With what a sharp-provided wit
he reasons!Copy !req
1020. To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle,
he prettily and aptly taunts himself.Copy !req
1021. So cunning and so young is wonderful.Copy !req
1022. My lord, will't please you pass along?Copy !req
1023. Myself and my good cousin Buckingham
will to your mother...Copy !req
1024. to entreat of her to meet you
at the Tower and welcome you.Copy !req
1025. What, will you
go unto the Tower, my lord?Copy !req
1026. My Lord Protector
needs will have it so.Copy !req
1027. I shall not sleep in quiet
at the Tower.Copy !req
1028. - Why, what should you fear?
- Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost.Copy !req
1029. My grandam told me
he was murdered there.Copy !req
1030. - I fear no uncles dead.
- Nor none that live, I hope.Copy !req
1031. And if they live,
I hope I need not fear.Copy !req
1032. But come,
and with heavy hearts...Copy !req
1033. thinking on them...Copy !req
1034. go we unto the Tower.Copy !req
1035. Well, let them rest.Copy !req
1036. Now, my lord,
what shall we do...Copy !req
1037. if we perceive that the Lord Hastings
will not yield to our complots?Copy !req
1038. Chop off his head, man.Copy !req
1039. Somewhat we will do.Copy !req
1040. Come hither, Catesby.Copy !req
1041. Thou art sworn as deeply
to effect what we intend...Copy !req
1042. as closely to conceal what we impart.Copy !req
1043. Thou knowest our reasons
urged upon the way.Copy !req
1044. What thinkest thou?
Is it not an easy matter...Copy !req
1045. to make Lord Hastings of our mind...Copy !req
1046. for the installment of this noble duke
in the seat royal of this famous isle?Copy !req
1047. He for the late king's sake
so loves the prince...Copy !req
1048. that he will not be won
to aught against him.Copy !req
1049. What think'st thou, then, of Stanley?
What will he?Copy !req
1050. He will do all in all as Hastings doth.Copy !req
1051. Hmm.Copy !req
1052. Well, then, no more but this.Copy !req
1053. Go, gentle Catesby...Copy !req
1054. and, as it were far off,
sound thou Lord Hastings...Copy !req
1055. how he stands
affected unto our purpose...Copy !req
1056. and summon him
tomorrow to the Tower...Copy !req
1057. to counsel on the coronation.Copy !req
1058. If thou dost find him tractable to us,
encourage him and show him all our reasons.Copy !req
1059. If he be leaden, icy-cold, unwilling...Copy !req
1060. be thou so too,
and so break off your talk...Copy !req
1061. and give us notice of his inclination.Copy !req
1062. I will, my lord.
Farewell, Your Graces both.Copy !req
1063. Catesby...Copy !req
1064. commend me to Lord Hastings.Copy !req
1065. Tell him his ancient knot
of dangerous adversaries...Copy !req
1066. Lord Rivers and Lord Grey...Copy !req
1067. tomorrow are let blood
at Pomfret castle.Copy !req
1068. And bid my friend,
for joy of this good news...Copy !req
1069. give Mistress Shore
one gentle kiss the more.Copy !req
1070. My lord.Copy !req
1071. My lord.Copy !req
1072. My lord.Copy !req
1073. - Who knocks?
- One from the Lord Stanley.Copy !req
1074. - What is't o'clock?
- Upon the stroke of 4:00.Copy !req
1075. Cannot my Lord Stanley sleep
these tedious nights?Copy !req
1076. So it appears by that I have to say.Copy !req
1077. First, he commends him
to your noble self.Copy !req
1078. What then?Copy !req
1079. Then certifies your lordship
that this night he had a dream -Copy !req
1080. the boar razed off his helm.Copy !req
1081. Therefore he sends to know
your lordship's pleasure...Copy !req
1082. if you will presently
take horse with him...Copy !req
1083. and with all speed post with him
toward the north...Copy !req
1084. to shun the danger
that his soul divines.Copy !req
1085. Go, fellow, go,
return unto thy lord.Copy !req
1086. Tell him his fears are shallow,
without instance.Copy !req
1087. And for his dreams,
I wonder he's so simple...Copy !req
1088. to trust the mockery
of unquiet slumbers.Copy !req
1089. To fly the boar
before the boar pursues...Copy !req
1090. were to incense
the boar to follow us...Copy !req
1091. and make pursuit
where he did mean no chase.Copy !req
1092. Go, bid thy master rise
and come to me...Copy !req
1093. and we will both together
to the Tower...Copy !req
1094. where he shall see
the boar will use us kindly.Copy !req
1095. I'll go, my lord,
and tell him what you say.Copy !req
1096. How now, sirrah.Copy !req
1097. - How goes the world with thee?
- The better that your lordship please to ask.Copy !req
1098. Many good morrows to my noble lord.Copy !req
1099. Good morrow, Catesby.Copy !req
1100. You are early stirring.Copy !req
1101. What news?
What news, in this our tottering state?Copy !req
1102. It is a reeling world indeed, my lord.Copy !req
1103. And, uh...Copy !req
1104. I believe will never stand upright...Copy !req
1105. till Richard
wear the garland of the realm.Copy !req
1106. - How? Wear the garland?
- Mm-hmm.Copy !req
1107. - Dost thou mean the crown?
- Aye, my good lord.Copy !req
1108. I'll have this crown of mine
cut from my shoulders...Copy !req
1109. before I'll see the crown
so foul misplaced.Copy !req
1110. But canst thou guess
that he doth aim at it?Copy !req
1111. Aye, on my life...Copy !req
1112. and hopes to find you forward
upon his party for the gain thereof.Copy !req
1113. Thereupon he sends you this good news...Copy !req
1114. that this same very day your enemies...Copy !req
1115. the kindred of the queen...Copy !req
1116. must die at Pomfret.Copy !req
1117. Indeed I am no mourner
for that news.Copy !req
1118. But that I'll give my voice
on Richard's side...Copy !req
1119. to bar my master's heirs
in true descent -Copy !req
1120. God knows I will not do it...Copy !req
1121. to the death.Copy !req
1122. God keep your lordship
in that gracious mind.Copy !req
1123. But I shall laugh at this
a twelvemonth hence...Copy !req
1124. that they which brought me
in my master's hate...Copy !req
1125. I live to look upon their tragedy.Copy !req
1126. Well, Catesby...Copy !req
1127. ere a fortnight make me older...Copy !req
1128. I'll send some packing
thatyet not think on't.Copy !req
1129. 'Tis a vile thing to die,
my gracious lord...Copy !req
1130. when men are unprepared
and look not for it.Copy !req
1131. Monstrous, monstrous.Copy !req
1132. And so falls it out with Rivers...Copy !req
1133. and with Grey.Copy !req
1134. And so 'twill do with some men else...Copy !req
1135. who think themselves as safe
as thou and I -Copy !req
1136. who, as thou know'st, are dear
to princely Richard -Copy !req
1137. And to Buckingham.Copy !req
1138. The princes both
make high account of you.Copy !req
1139. For they account
his head upon the Bridge.Copy !req
1140. I know they do,
and I have well deserved it.Copy !req
1141. Come on, come on,
where's your boar spear, man?Copy !req
1142. Fear you the boar
and go so unprovided?Copy !req
1143. - My lord, good morrow.
- Good morrow, Catesby.Copy !req
1144. You may jest on, but by the holy rood,
the lords at Pomfret...Copy !req
1145. when they rode from London were jocund
and supposed their states were sure...Copy !req
1146. and they indeed
had no cause to mistrust.Copy !req
1147. And yet you see
how soon the day o'ercast.Copy !req
1148. My lord, I hold my life
as dear as yours...Copy !req
1149. and never in my days, I do protest...Copy !req
1150. was it so precious to me as 'tis now.Copy !req
1151. - Good morrow, mistress.
- Good morrow, my lord.Copy !req
1152. Think you,
but that I know our state secure...Copy !req
1153. I would be so triumphant as I am?Copy !req
1154. This sudden stab of rancor
I misdoubt.Copy !req
1155. Pray God, I say,
I prove a needless coward.Copy !req
1156. But come, my lord.
Shall we to the Tower?Copy !req
1157. Go you before.
I'll follow presently.Copy !req
1158. Well met, my lord.
I am glad to see Your Honor.Copy !req
1159. I thank thee, reverend sir,
with all my heart.Copy !req
1160. I am in your debt
for your last exercise.Copy !req
1161. Come the next Sabbath,
and I will content you.Copy !req
1162. What, talking with a priest,
Lord Chamberlain?Copy !req
1163. Your friends at Pomfret,
they do need the priest.Copy !req
1164. Your worship hath
no shriving work in hand.Copy !req
1165. Good faith, and when I met this holy man,
the men you talk of came into my mind.Copy !req
1166. What, go you toward the Tower?Copy !req
1167. I do, my lord, but long I cannot stay there.
I shall return before your lordship thence.Copy !req
1168. Nay, like enough,
for I stay dinner there.Copy !req
1169. - And supper, too,
although thou know'st it not.
- Hmm?Copy !req
1170. - Come, will you go?
- I wait upon your lordship.Copy !req
1171. My lords, at once,
the cause why we are met...Copy !req
1172. is to determine of the coronation.Copy !req
1173. - Ah.
- In God's name, say. When is the royal day?Copy !req
1174. Are all things fitting
for that royal time?Copy !req
1175. They are and want but nomination.Copy !req
1176. Tomorrow, then, I guess a happy time.Copy !req
1177. Who knows
the Lord Protector's mind herein?Copy !req
1178. Who is most inward
with the noble duke?Copy !req
1179. Why, you, milord,
methinks should soonest know his mind.Copy !req
1180. We know each other's faces.Copy !req
1181. For our hearts,
he knows no more of mine than I of yours.Copy !req
1182. Nor I no more of his...Copy !req
1183. than you of mine.Copy !req
1184. Lord Hastings,
you and he are near in love.Copy !req
1185. I thank His Grace,
I know he loves me well.Copy !req
1186. But for his purpose in the coronation
I have not sounded him...Copy !req
1187. nor he delivered
his gracious pleasure any way therein.Copy !req
1188. But you, my noble lords,
may name the time.Copy !req
1189. And in the duke's behalf
I'll give my voice...Copy !req
1190. which I presume
he'll take in gentle part.Copy !req
1191. Now in good time,
here comes the duke himself.Copy !req
1192. My noble lords and cousins all, good morrow.Copy !req
1193. I have been long a sleeper...Copy !req
1194. but I trust my absence
doth neglect no great design...Copy !req
1195. which by my presence
might have been concluded.Copy !req
1196. Had you not come
upon your cue, my lord...Copy !req
1197. William Lord Hastings
had now pronounced your part -Copy !req
1198. I mean, your voice -
for crowning of the king.Copy !req
1199. Than my Lord Hastings
no man might be bolder.Copy !req
1200. - I thank Your Grace.
- His lordship knows me well...Copy !req
1201. and loves me well.Copy !req
1202. Hmm.Copy !req
1203. Ah, the crowning of the king.
My Lord Archbishop.Copy !req
1204. Milord?Copy !req
1205. When I was last in Lambeth,
I saw good strawberries in your garden there.Copy !req
1206. I do beseech you
send for some of them.Copy !req
1207. Marry, and will, my lord,
with all my heart.Copy !req
1208. Cousin of Buckingham,
a word with you.Copy !req
1209. Catesby hath sounded
Hastings on our business...Copy !req
1210. and finds the testy gentleman so hot...Copy !req
1211. that he will lose his head
ere give consent...Copy !req
1212. his master's son,
as worshipful he terms it...Copy !req
1213. shall lose the royalty
of England's throne.Copy !req
1214. When I am king...Copy !req
1215. claim thou of me
the earldom of Hereford...Copy !req
1216. and all the movables...Copy !req
1217. whereof the king my brother
was possessed, hmm?Copy !req
1218. I'll claim that promise
at Your Grace's hands.Copy !req
1219. And look to have it yielded
with all willingness.Copy !req
1220. Where is our Lord Protector?Copy !req
1221. I have sent for these strawberries.Copy !req
1222. We have not yet
set down this day of triumph.Copy !req
1223. Tomorrow, in mine opinion,
is too sudden...Copy !req
1224. for I myself am not so well provided
as else I might be were the day prolonged.Copy !req
1225. His Grace looks cheerfully
and smooth today.Copy !req
1226. There's some conceit or other
likes him well...Copy !req
1227. when he doth bid good morrow
with such a spirit.Copy !req
1228. I think there's never a man
in Christendom...Copy !req
1229. that can lesser hide his love...Copy !req
1230. or hate than he...Copy !req
1231. for by his look
straight shall you know his heart.Copy !req
1232. What of his heart
perceived you in his face...Copy !req
1233. by any likelihood he showed today?Copy !req
1234. Marry, that with no man
here he is offended...Copy !req
1235. for if he were,
he would have shown it in his looks.Copy !req
1236. I pray you all,
tell me what they deserve...Copy !req
1237. that do conspire my death...Copy !req
1238. with devilish plots
of damned witchcraft...Copy !req
1239. and that have prevailed
upon my body with their hellish charms?Copy !req
1240. The tender love
I bear Your Grace, my lord...Copy !req
1241. makes me most forward in this noble
presence to doom the offenders.Copy !req
1242. Whosoe'er they be,
I say they have deserved death.Copy !req
1243. Then be your eyes
the witness of their evil.Copy !req
1244. Look how I am bewitched!Copy !req
1245. Behold, mine arm is like
a blasted sapling, withered up.Copy !req
1246. And this is Edward's wife,
that monstrous witch...Copy !req
1247. consorted with that harlot
strumpet Shore...Copy !req
1248. that by their witchcraft
thus have marked me.Copy !req
1249. If they have done this thing,
my gracious lord -Copy !req
1250. If!Copy !req
1251. Thou protector
of this damned strumpet...Copy !req
1252. talk'st thou to me of ifs?Copy !req
1253. Thou art a traitor!Copy !req
1254. Off with his head!Copy !req
1255. Now, by Saint Paul I swear,
I shall not dine until I see the same.Copy !req
1256. Catesby, Ratcliffe, Lovel, see it done.
The rest that love me...Copy !req
1257. rise...Copy !req
1258. and follow me!Copy !req
1259. I never looked for better
at his hands...Copy !req
1260. after he once fell in
with Mistress Shore.Copy !req
1261. Woe, woe for England.Copy !req
1262. Not a whit for me,
for I, too fond, might have prevented this.Copy !req
1263. Stanley did dream
the boar chopped off his head...Copy !req
1264. but I disdained it and did scorn to fly.Copy !req
1265. Three times today
my footcloth horse did stumble...Copy !req
1266. and started
when he looked upon the Tower...Copy !req
1267. as loath to bear me
to the slaughterhouse.Copy !req
1268. Oh...Copy !req
1269. now I want the priest
that spake to me.Copy !req
1270. Dispatch, my lord.
The duke would be at dinner.Copy !req
1271. Make a short shrift.
He longs to see your head.Copy !req
1272. Hmm.Copy !req
1273. The cat...Copy !req
1274. the rat...Copy !req
1275. and Lovel the dog...Copy !req
1276. rule all England under the hog.Copy !req
1277. Come, come, dispatch.
'Tis bootless to exclaim.Copy !req
1278. Hmm.Copy !req
1279. Come, lead me to the block,
bear him my head.Copy !req
1280. They smile at me
that shortly shall be dead.Copy !req
1281. Well, well...Copy !req
1282. that was the sliest,
sheltered traitor that ever lived.Copy !req
1283. Would you have imagined,
my good Lord Mayor...Copy !req
1284. were't not, by great preservation...Copy !req
1285. we live to tell it you...Copy !req
1286. the subtle traitor this day had plotted
in the council house...Copy !req
1287. to murder me
and my good lord of Gloucester?Copy !req
1288. What, had he so?Copy !req
1289. So smooth he daubed his vice
with show of virtue...Copy !req
1290. that, his apparent open guilt apart -Copy !req
1291. I mean, his conversation
with Shore's wife -Copy !req
1292. his life was free from all suspicion.Copy !req
1293. Now fair befall you.
He deserved his death.Copy !req
1294. And you, my good lords,
both have well proceeded...Copy !req
1295. to warn false traitors
from the like attempts.Copy !req
1296. I never looked for better at his hands
after he once fell in with Mistress Shore.Copy !req
1297. Yet had not we determined he should die
untilyour lordship came to see his end...Copy !req
1298. which now the loving haste
of these our friends...Copy !req
1299. somewhat against our meaning,
have prevented.Copy !req
1300. Because, my lord, we would have
hadyou hear the traitor speak...Copy !req
1301. and timorously confess the manner
and the purpose of his treason...Copy !req
1302. that you might well
have signified the same unto the citizens...Copy !req
1303. who haply may misconstrue us in him
and wail his death.Copy !req
1304. But, my good lord,
Your Grace's word shall serve...Copy !req
1305. as well as I had seen
and heard him speak.Copy !req
1306. And doubt you not
but I'll acquaint our duteous citizens...Copy !req
1307. with all your just proceedings
in this case.Copy !req
1308. And to that end
we wished your worship here...Copy !req
1309. to avoid the carping censures
of the world.Copy !req
1310. But since you come
too late of our intents...Copy !req
1311. yet witness what we did intend.Copy !req
1312. And so, my lord,
I will be with thee straight.Copy !req
1313. Come, all good citizens, draw near...Copy !req
1314. and to your good Lord Mayor...Copy !req
1315. lend generous ear.Copy !req
1316. How now, how now?
What say the citizens?Copy !req
1317. Now, by the Holy Mother of our Lord...Copy !req
1318. the citizens are mum...Copy !req
1319. say not a word.Copy !req
1320. - Touched you the bastardy
of Edward's children?
- I did...Copy !req
1321. with his contract with Mistress Shore...Copy !req
1322. and his contract by deputy in France -Copy !req
1323. the insatiate greediness of his desires...Copy !req
1324. and his enforcement of the city wives -Copy !req
1325. his tyranny for trifles -Copy !req
1326. his own bastardy,
as being got...Copy !req
1327. your father then in France...Copy !req
1328. and his resemblance
being not like the duke.Copy !req
1329. Withal I did infer your lineaments,
being the right idea of your father...Copy !req
1330. both in your form...Copy !req
1331. and nobleness of mind -Copy !req
1332. laid open all your victories
in Scotland...Copy !req
1333. your discipline in war,
wisdom in peace...Copy !req
1334. your bounty, virtues, fair humility-Copy !req
1335. indeed, left nothing fitting
for your purpose untouched...Copy !req
1336. or slightly handled in discourse.Copy !req
1337. And when my oratory
drew toward end...Copy !req
1338. I bade them that did love
their country's good...Copy !req
1339. cry, "God save Richard,
England's royal king."Copy !req
1340. - And did they so?
- No, so God help me, they spake not a word.Copy !req
1341. But like dumb statues
or breathing stones...Copy !req
1342. stared each on other
and looked deadly pale.Copy !req
1343. Which when I saw,
I reprehended them...Copy !req
1344. and asked the mayor
what meant this willful silence.Copy !req
1345. His answer was, the people were not used
to be spoke to but by the recorder.Copy !req
1346. Then he was urged
to tell my tale again -Copy !req
1347. "Thus saith the duke,
thus hath the duke inferred" -Copy !req
1348. but nothing spoke
in warrant from himself.Copy !req
1349. When he had done,
some followers of mine own...Copy !req
1350. at lower end of the hall,
hurled up their caps...Copy !req
1351. and some 10 voices cried,
"God save King Richard!"Copy !req
1352. And thus I took the vantage
of those few...Copy !req
1353. "Thanks, gentle citizens and friends,"
quoth I...Copy !req
1354. "This general applause
and cheerful shout...Copy !req
1355. argues your wisdom
and your love to Richard."Copy !req
1356. And even here brake off
and came away.Copy !req
1357. What tongueless blocks were they!Copy !req
1358. Would they not speak?Copy !req
1359. Will not the mayor then
and his brethren come?Copy !req
1360. The mayor is here at hand.
Pretend some fear.Copy !req
1361. Be not you spoke with
but by mighty suit.Copy !req
1362. Play the maid's part -
say no, but take it.Copy !req
1363. Fear me not.
And if you plead as well for them...Copy !req
1364. as I can say nay
to thee for myself...Copy !req
1365. no doubt we bring it
to a happy issue.Copy !req
1366. You shall see what I can do.
Get you up to the leads.Copy !req
1367. Now, my Lord Mayor,
I dance attendance here.Copy !req
1368. I think His Grace
will not be spoke withal.Copy !req
1369. Now, Catesby,
what says your lord to my request?Copy !req
1370. He doth entreat Your Grace,
my noble lord...Copy !req
1371. to visit him tomorrow or next day.Copy !req
1372. He is within,
with two right reverend fathers...Copy !req
1373. divinely bent to meditation...Copy !req
1374. and in no worldly suit
should he be moved...Copy !req
1375. to draw him from his holy exercise.Copy !req
1376. Return, good Catesby,
to the gracious duke.Copy !req
1377. Tell him, myself,
the mayor and citizens...Copy !req
1378. in deep designs
in matter of great moment...Copy !req
1379. no less importing
than our general good...Copy !req
1380. are come to have some conference
with His Grace.Copy !req
1381. - "General good."
- I'll signify so much unto him straight.Copy !req
1382. Ah, ha, my lord,
this prince is not an Edward.Copy !req
1383. He is not lolling
on a lewd love-bed...Copy !req
1384. but on his knees at meditation.Copy !req
1385. Not dallying
with a brace of courtesans...Copy !req
1386. but meditating
with two deep divines.Copy !req
1387. - Two deep divines.
- Not sleeping, to engross his idle body...Copy !req
1388. but praying,
to enrich his watchful soul.Copy !req
1389. Happy were England
would this gracious prince...Copy !req
1390. take on himself
the sovereignty thereof.Copy !req
1391. But sure,
I fear we shall not win him to it.Copy !req
1392. Marry, God defend His Grace
should say us nay.Copy !req
1393. I fear he will.
Here Catesby comes again.Copy !req
1394. Now, Catesby, what says His Grace?Copy !req
1395. He wonders to what end
you have assembled...Copy !req
1396. such troops of citizens
to come to him.Copy !req
1397. His Grace not being
warned thereof before...Copy !req
1398. he fears, my lord,
you mean no good to him.Copy !req
1399. - Oh.
- Sorry I am my noble cousin
should suspect me...Copy !req
1400. that I mean no good to him.Copy !req
1401. By heaven,
we come to him in perfect love.Copy !req
1402. And so once more return
and tell His Grace.Copy !req
1403. When holy and devout religious men
are at their beads...Copy !req
1404. 'tis much to draw them thence...Copy !req
1405. so sweet is zealous contemplation.Copy !req
1406. See where His Grace comes?
Between two clergymen.Copy !req
1407. Ahh!Copy !req
1408. Two props of virtue for a Christian prince...Copy !req
1409. to stay him from the fall of vanity.Copy !req
1410. And see,
a book of prayer in his hand...Copy !req
1411. true ornament to know a holy man.Copy !req
1412. Famous Plantagenet,
most gracious prince...Copy !req
1413. lend favorable ear to our request...Copy !req
1414. and pardon us the interruption...Copy !req
1415. of thy devotion
and right Christian zeal.Copy !req
1416. My lord, there needs
no such apology.Copy !req
1417. I do perceive
I have done some offense...Copy !req
1418. which seems disgracious
in the city's eye...Copy !req
1419. and that you come
to reprehend my ignorance.Copy !req
1420. You have, my lord.
Would it would please Your Grace...Copy !req
1421. on our entreaties,
to amend your fault.Copy !req
1422. Else wherefore breathe I
in a Christian land?Copy !req
1423. Know then, it is your fault
that you resign...Copy !req
1424. the supreme seat,
the throne majestical...Copy !req
1425. the sceptered office
of your ancestors...Copy !req
1426. to the corruption
of a blemished stock.Copy !req
1427. The which to cure
we heartily solicit your gracious self...Copy !req
1428. to take on you the charge
and kingly government of this your land.Copy !req
1429. Not as protector, steward, substitute...Copy !req
1430. or lowly factor for another's gain...Copy !req
1431. but as successively
from blood to blood...Copy !req
1432. your right of birth,
your heritage, your own.Copy !req
1433. For this,
consorted with the citizens...Copy !req
1434. your very worshipful
and loving friends...Copy !req
1435. and by their vehement instigation -Copy !req
1436. - Hurrah!
- Hurrah!Copy !req
1437. In this just cause
come I to move Your Grace.Copy !req
1438. I cannot tell if to depart in silence...Copy !req
1439. or bitterly to speak in your reproof.Copy !req
1440. Your love deserves my thanks...Copy !req
1441. but my desert unmeritable
shuns your high request.Copy !req
1442. But God be thanked,
there is no need of me.Copy !req
1443. The royal tree hath left us
royal fruit...Copy !req
1444. which, mellowed
with the stealing hours of time...Copy !req
1445. will well become
the seat of majesty...Copy !req
1446. and make, no doubt, us
happy by his reign.Copy !req
1447. On him I lay
that you would lay on me -Copy !req
1448. the right and fortune
of his happy stars...Copy !req
1449. which God defend
that I should wring from him.Copy !req
1450. My lord...Copy !req
1451. this argues conscience in Your Grace.Copy !req
1452. You say that Edward
is your brother's son.Copy !req
1453. So say we too,
but not by Edward's wife.Copy !req
1454. Then, good my lord,
take to your royal self...Copy !req
1455. this proffered benefit of dignity.Copy !req
1456. Do, good my lord. Your citizens entreat you.Copy !req
1457. Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffered love.Copy !req
1458. Oh, make them joyful, grant their lawful suit.Copy !req
1459. I do beseech you, take it not amiss -
I cannot nor I will not yield to you.Copy !req
1460. Yet whether you accept our suit or no...Copy !req
1461. your brother's son
shall never reign our king...Copy !req
1462. but we will plant some other
in the throne...Copy !req
1463. to the disgrace and downfall
of your house.Copy !req
1464. And in this resolution
here we leave you.Copy !req
1465. Come, citizens.
'Zounds! I'll entreat no more.Copy !req
1466. Oh, do not swear, my lord -Copy !req
1467. Call them again, sweet prince,
accept their suit.Copy !req
1468. If you deny them,
all the land will rue it.Copy !req
1469. Would you enforce me
to a world of cares?Copy !req
1470. - Call them again.
- Call them again!Copy !req
1471. Call them again!Copy !req
1472. Cousin of Buckingham...Copy !req
1473. and sage, grave men...Copy !req
1474. since that you will buckle
fortune on my back...Copy !req
1475. to bear her burthen,
whether I will or no...Copy !req
1476. I must have patience
to endure the load.Copy !req
1477. But God doth know,
and you may partly see...Copy !req
1478. how far I am from the desire of this.Copy !req
1479. God bless Your Grace.
We see it and will say it.Copy !req
1480. - Aye.
- Then I salute you with this royal title -Copy !req
1481. Long live Richard,
England's worthy king!Copy !req
1482. Long live Richard, England's worthy king!Copy !req
1483. Tomorrow may it please you
to be crowned?Copy !req
1484. Even when you please,
for you will have it so.Copy !req
1485. Tomorrow, then,
we will attend Your Grace...Copy !req
1486. and so most joyfully
we take our leave.Copy !req
1487. Come, let us to our holy work again.Copy !req
1488. Farewell, my cousin.
Farewell, gentle friends.Copy !req
1489. Come, madam, come.Copy !req
1490. You must straight to Westminster...Copy !req
1491. there to be crowned
Richard's royal queen.Copy !req
1492. Oh, would to God
that the inclusive verge...Copy !req
1493. of golden metal
that must round my brow...Copy !req
1494. were red-hot steel,
to sear me to the brain.Copy !req
1495. Anointed let me be
with deadly venom...Copy !req
1496. and die ere men can say
God save the queen.Copy !req
1497. Go, go, poor soul.Copy !req
1498. I envy not thy glory.Copy !req
1499. To feed my humor,
wish thyself no harm.Copy !req
1500. No? Why?Copy !req
1501. When he that is my husband now...Copy !req
1502. came to me
as I followed Edward's corse...Copy !req
1503. when scarce the blood
was well washed from his hands...Copy !req
1504. which issued
from my other angel husband...Copy !req
1505. within so small a time...Copy !req
1506. my woman's heart...Copy !req
1507. grossly grew captive
to his honey words.Copy !req
1508. And never yet one hour in his bed...Copy !req
1509. did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep...Copy !req
1510. but have been wakened
by his timorous dreams.Copy !req
1511. Besides, he hates me
for my father Warwick...Copy !req
1512. and will, no doubt,
shortly be rid of me.Copy !req
1513. Be of good cheer.
Madam, how fares Your Grace?Copy !req
1514. Oh, Dorset, speak not to me,
get thee gone.Copy !req
1515. Death and destruction
dog thee at thy heels.Copy !req
1516. Go, hie thee, hie thee
from this slaughterhouse...Copy !req
1517. lest thou increase
the number of the dead.Copy !req
1518. Full of wise care
is this your counsel, madam.Copy !req
1519. Take all the swift advantage
of the hours.Copy !req
1520. In Brittany, my stepson
Earl of Richmond doth reside...Copy !req
1521. who with a jealous eye doth still observe
the lawless actions of aspiring Gloucester.Copy !req
1522. If thou wilt outstrip death...Copy !req
1523. go cross the seas and live
with Richmond from the reach of hell.Copy !req
1524. You shall have letters from me
to my own son George on your behalf...Copy !req
1525. to meet you on the way.Copy !req
1526. Be not ta'en tardy by unwise delay.Copy !req
1527. Come, madam, come.
I in all haste was sent.Copy !req
1528. And I with all unwillingness will go.Copy !req
1529. Go thou to Richard,
and good angels tend thee.Copy !req
1530. Go thou to Richmond...Copy !req
1531. and good fortune guide thee.Copy !req
1532. Go thou to sanctuary,
and good thoughts possess thee.Copy !req
1533. I to my grave,
where peace and rest lie with me.Copy !req
1534. Pity, you ancient stones,
those tender babes...Copy !req
1535. whom envy hath immured
within your walls.Copy !req
1536. Rough cradle
for such little pretty ones.Copy !req
1537. Rude ragged nurse...Copy !req
1538. old sullen playfellow
for tender princes...Copy !req
1539. use my babies well.Copy !req
1540. So...Copy !req
1541. foolish sorrow
bids your stones farewell.Copy !req
1542. God save King Richard!Copy !req
1543. Long live King Richard!Copy !req
1544. May the king live forever!Copy !req
1545. Stand all apart!Copy !req
1546. Cousin of Buckingham.Copy !req
1547. Give me thy hand.Copy !req
1548. My gracious sovereign.Copy !req
1549. Thus high, by thy advice
and thy assistance...Copy !req
1550. is King Richard seated.Copy !req
1551. But shall we wear
these glories for a day?Copy !req
1552. Or shall they live
and we rejoice in them?Copy !req
1553. Still live they,
and for ever let them last.Copy !req
1554. Buckingham, now do I play the touch,
to try if thou be current gold indeed.Copy !req
1555. Thou know'st young Edward
and his brother lives.Copy !req
1556. Think now what I would speak, hmm?Copy !req
1557. Say on, my loving lord.Copy !req
1558. - Why, Buckingham, I say, I would be king.
- Why, so you are, my thrice-renowned lord.Copy !req
1559. Am I king?Copy !req
1560. 'Tis so...Copy !req
1561. but Edward lives.Copy !req
1562. True, noble prince.Copy !req
1563. Cousin, thou was not wont
to be so dull.Copy !req
1564. "True, noble prince."
Shall I be plain?Copy !req
1565. I wish the bastards dead,
and I would have it suddenly performed.Copy !req
1566. What sayest thou now?
Speak suddenly, be brief.Copy !req
1567. - Your Grace may do your pleasure.
- Tut, tut, tut, thou art all ice...Copy !req
1568. thy kindness freezes.Copy !req
1569. Say, have I thy consent
that they shall die?Copy !req
1570. Give me some little breath,
some pause, dear lord...Copy !req
1571. before I positively speak in this.Copy !req
1572. I will resolve you herein presently.Copy !req
1573. High-reaching Buckingham
grows circumspect.Copy !req
1574. The king is angry.
See, he gnaws his lip.Copy !req
1575. - Catesby.
- My lord?Copy !req
1576. Knowest thou not any
whom corrupting gold...Copy !req
1577. will tempt unto
a close exploit of death?Copy !req
1578. I know a discontented gentleman whose
humble means match not his haughty spirits.Copy !req
1579. Gold were as good as 20 orators
and will, no doubt, tempt him to anything.Copy !req
1580. - What is his name?
- His name, my lord, is Tyrrell.Copy !req
1581. I partly know the man.
Go, call him hither.Copy !req
1582. The deep-revolving
witty Buckingham...Copy !req
1583. no more shall be
the neighbor to my counsels.Copy !req
1584. Hath he so long held out
with me untired...Copy !req
1585. and stops he now for breath?Copy !req
1586. Well...Copy !req
1587. be it so.Copy !req
1588. How now, Lord Stanley?Copy !req
1589. What's the news?Copy !req
1590. The marquess of Dorset,
as I hear, is fled...Copy !req
1591. to Richmond.Copy !req
1592. Come hither, Catesby.Copy !req
1593. Rumor it abroad
that Anne, my wife...Copy !req
1594. is very grievous sick.Copy !req
1595. I will take order
for her keeping close.Copy !req
1596. Look how thou dream'st.
I say again...Copy !req
1597. give out that Anne my queen
is sick and like to die. About it.Copy !req
1598. I must marry...Copy !req
1599. Brother Edward's daughter...Copy !req
1600. or else my kingdom stands
on brittle glass.Copy !req
1601. Murder her brothers,
and then marry her.Copy !req
1602. Familiar way of gain.Copy !req
1603. But I am in so far in blood...Copy !req
1604. that sin will pluck on sin.Copy !req
1605. Tear-falling pity...Copy !req
1606. dwells not in this eye.Copy !req
1607. My lord,
I have considered in my mind...Copy !req
1608. the late demand
that you did sound me in.Copy !req
1609. Well, let that rest.Copy !req
1610. Uh, Dorset is fled to Richmond.Copy !req
1611. I hear the news, my lord.Copy !req
1612. Stanley, Richmond is your wife's son.Copy !req
1613. Well, look unto it.Copy !req
1614. My lord, I claim the gift,
my due by promise...Copy !req
1615. for which your honor
and your faith is pawned.Copy !req
1616. The earldom of Hereford and the movables
which you have promised I shall possess.Copy !req
1617. Stanley, look to your wife.Copy !req
1618. If she convey letters to Richmond,
you shall answer it.Copy !req
1619. Most mighty sovereign, you have no cause
to hold my friendship doubtful.Copy !req
1620. I never was nor never will be false.Copy !req
1621. Well, go muster men.Copy !req
1622. But hear you,
leave behind your son...Copy !req
1623. George Stanley.Copy !req
1624. Look your heart be firm,
or else his head's assurance is but frail.Copy !req
1625. So deal with him...Copy !req
1626. as I prove true to you.Copy !req
1627. What says Your Highness
to my just request?Copy !req
1628. I do remember me...Copy !req
1629. Henry the Sixth did prophesy
that Richmond should be king...Copy !req
1630. when Richmond was
a little peevish boy.Copy !req
1631. A king...Copy !req
1632. perhaps.Copy !req
1633. My lord.Copy !req
1634. How chance the prophet
could not have told me, I being by...Copy !req
1635. that I should kill him?Copy !req
1636. My lord, your promise for the earldom -Copy !req
1637. Richmond.Copy !req
1638. A bard of Ireland told me once
I should not live long...Copy !req
1639. after I saw Richmond.Copy !req
1640. My lord.Copy !req
1641. Aye, what's o'clock?Copy !req
1642. I am thus bold to put Your Grace in mind
of what you promised me.Copy !req
1643. Well, but what's o'clock?Copy !req
1644. - Upon the stroke of 10:00.
- Then let it strike!Copy !req
1645. Why let it strike?Copy !req
1646. Because that, like a Jack,
thou keep'st the stroke...Copy !req
1647. betwixt thy begging
and my meditation.Copy !req
1648. - Is thy name Tyrrell?
- James Tyrrell, and your
most obedient subject.Copy !req
1649. - Art thou, indeed?
- Prove me, my gracious lord.Copy !req
1650. I'm not in the giving vein today.Copy !req
1651. Why, then resolve me
whether you will or no.Copy !req
1652. Thou troublest me.Copy !req
1653. I'm not in the vein.Copy !req
1654. And is it thus?Copy !req
1655. Repays he my deep services
with such contempt?Copy !req
1656. Made I him king for this?Copy !req
1657. Oh, let me think on Hastings...Copy !req
1658. and be gone to Richmond
while my fearful head is on.Copy !req
1659. Darest thou resolve...Copy !req
1660. to kill...Copy !req
1661. a friend of mine?Copy !req
1662. Please you,
but I'd rather kill two enemies.Copy !req
1663. Why, then thou hast it.
Two deep enemies...Copy !req
1664. foes to my rest
and my sweet sleep's disturbers...Copy !req
1665. are they that I would
have thee deal upon.Copy !req
1666. Tyrrell...Copy !req
1667. I mean those bastards in the Tower.Copy !req
1668. Let me have open means
to come to them...Copy !req
1669. and soon I'll rid you
from the fear of them.Copy !req
1670. Thou sing'st sweet music.Copy !req
1671. Hark, come hither, Tyrrell.Copy !req
1672. Go, by this token.Copy !req
1673. Rise, and lend thine ear.Copy !req
1674. There is no more but so.Copy !req
1675. Say it is done...Copy !req
1676. and I will love thee...Copy !req
1677. and prefer thee for it.Copy !req
1678. I will dispatch it straight.Copy !req
1679. "O, thus, " quoth Dighton,
"lay the gentle babes."Copy !req
1680. "Thus, thus, " quoth Forrest...Copy !req
1681. "girdling one another
within their alabaster innocent arms.Copy !req
1682. "Their lips were
four red roses on a stalk...Copy !req
1683. "that in their summer beauty
kissed each other.Copy !req
1684. "A book ofprayers
on their pillow lay...Copy !req
1685. which once, " quoth Forrest,
"almost changed my mind.Copy !req
1686. But, oh, the devil!"Copy !req
1687. "We smothered...Copy !req
1688. "the most replenished
sweet work of nature...Copy !req
1689. "that from the prime creation...Copy !req
1690. e'er she framed."Copy !req
1691. Good Buckingham,
tell Richmond this from me -Copy !req
1692. that in the sty
of this most bloody boar...Copy !req
1693. my son George Stanley
is franked up in hold.Copy !req
1694. If I revolt,
off goes young George's head.Copy !req
1695. The fear of that withholds
my present aid.Copy !req
1696. Commend me to my princely Richmond.Copy !req
1697. Tell him the queen
hath heartily consented...Copy !req
1698. he shall espouse
Elizabeth her daughter.Copy !req
1699. These letters
will resolve him of my mind.Copy !req
1700. Farewell, my noble Stanley.Copy !req
1701. The son of Clarence
have I pent up close...Copy !req
1702. his daughter meanly
have I matched in marriage...Copy !req
1703. the sons of Edward
sleep in Abraham's bosom...Copy !req
1704. and Anne my wife
hath bid this world good night.Copy !req
1705. Now, for I know
the Tudor Richmond...Copy !req
1706. aims at young Elizabeth,
my brother's daughter...Copy !req
1707. and, by that knot,
looks proudly on the crown...Copy !req
1708. to her go I...Copy !req
1709. a jolly thriving wooer.Copy !req
1710. - My lord!
- Good news or bad, that thou com'st in so bluntly?Copy !req
1711. Bad news, my lord.
Buckingham is fled to Richmond.Copy !req
1712. Come, muster men.
My counsel is my shield.Copy !req
1713. We must be brief
when traitors brave the field.Copy !req
1714. - How now! What news?
- My gracious sovereign...Copy !req
1715. on the western coast
rideth a puissant navy.Copy !req
1716. To the shore throng many doubtful
hollow-hearted friends...Copy !req
1717. unarmed and unresolved
to beat them back.Copy !req
1718. 'Tis thought that Richmond is their admiral,
and there they hull...Copy !req
1719. expecting but the aid of Buckingham
to welcome them ashore.Copy !req
1720. Some light-foot friend
post to the duke of Norfolk.
Ratcliffe, thyself, or Catesby.Copy !req
1721. - Where is he?
- Here, my lord.
- Catesby, fly to the duke.Copy !req
1722. Go thou to Salisbury.
When thou comest thither -Copy !req
1723. Dull, unmindful villain, why stayest thou here,
and go'st not to the duke?Copy !req
1724. First, mighty sovereign,
let me know your mind, what from
Your Grace I shall deliver to him.Copy !req
1725. True, good Catesby,
bid him levy straight the greatest
strength and power he can make...Copy !req
1726. and meet me presently at Salisbury.Copy !req
1727. - I go.
- What is't Your Highness' pleasure
I shall do at Salisbury?Copy !req
1728. - What wouldst thou do there before I go?
- Your Highness told me I should post before.Copy !req
1729. My mind is changed, sir,
my mind is changed. Ah, Stanley.Copy !req
1730. What's the news with you?Copy !req
1731. None good, my lord,
to please you with the hearing...Copy !req
1732. nor none so bad
it may not well be told.Copy !req
1733. Heyday, a riddle.
Neither good nor bad.Copy !req
1734. What need'st thou run
so many miles about, when thou
mayst tell thy tale the nearest way?Copy !req
1735. - Once more, what news?
- Richmond is on the seas.Copy !req
1736. There let him sink,
and be the seas on him! White-livered
runagate, what makes he there?Copy !req
1737. - I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess.
- Well...Copy !req
1738. as you guess?Copy !req
1739. Stirred up by Dorset,
Buckingham and the Welsh...Copy !req
1740. he makes for England,
there to... claim...Copy !req
1741. the crown.Copy !req
1742. Is the chair empty?
Is the sword unswayed?Copy !req
1743. Is the king dead?
The empire unpossessed?Copy !req
1744. What heir of York
is there alive but we?Copy !req
1745. And who is England's king
but great York's heir?Copy !req
1746. - Then, tell me, what makes he upon the seas?
- Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess.Copy !req
1747. Unless for that he comes
to be your liege, you cannot guess
wherefore the Welshman comes.Copy !req
1748. - Thou wilt revolt and fly to him, I fear.
- No, mighty liege, therefore mistrust me not.Copy !req
1749. Where is thy power, then, to beat him back?
Where be thy tenants and thy followers?Copy !req
1750. Are they not now upon the western shore,
safe-conducting the rebels from their ships?Copy !req
1751. - No, my good lord,
my friends are in the north.
- Cold friends to me.Copy !req
1752. What do they in the north when they should
serve their sovereign in the west?Copy !req
1753. They have not been commanded,
mighty sovereign!Copy !req
1754. Please it your majesty to give me leave, I'll
muster up my friends and meet Your Grace...Copy !req
1755. where and what time
Your Majesty shall please.Copy !req
1756. Aye, thou wilt be gone to join
with Richmond.Copy !req
1757. Forget not thy son George.
I will not trust you, sir.Copy !req
1758. My gracious sovereign...Copy !req
1759. now in Devonshire,
as I by friends am well advised...Copy !req
1760. Sir William Courtney and the haughty prelate,
Bishop of Exeter, his brother there...Copy !req
1761. with many more confederates,
are in arms!Copy !req
1762. My liege, in Kent
the Guildfords are in arms...Copy !req
1763. and every hour more confederates flock
to their aid, and still their power increaseth.Copy !req
1764. Sir Thomas Urswick
and Lord Marquess Dorset,
'tis said, my liege, are up in arms!Copy !req
1765. - My lord, the army of great Buckingham -
- Out on you, owls!Copy !req
1766. Nothing but songs of death! There,
take thou that till thou bring better news!Copy !req
1767. Your Grace mistakes.
The news I bring is good.Copy !req
1768. My news is that through sudden flood
and fall of water...Copy !req
1769. the duke of Buckingham's army
is dispersed and scattered...Copy !req
1770. and he himself wandered away alone,
no man knows whither.Copy !req
1771. I cry you mercy that I did mistake.
Hath any well-advised friend proclaimed...Copy !req
1772. reward to him
that brings in Buckingham?Copy !req
1773. - Such proclamation hath been made, my liege.
- - My liege!Copy !req
1774. The duke of Buckingham is taken!Copy !req
1775. Off with his head.Copy !req
1776. So much for Buckingham.Copy !req
1777. That is the best news.Copy !req
1778. That Henry Tudor, earl of Richmond,
is with a mighty power landed at Milford...Copy !req
1779. is colder tidings,
yet they must be told.Copy !req
1780. Away towards Salisbury!Copy !req
1781. While we reason here,
a royal battle might be won and lost.Copy !req
1782. Ratcliffe, take order Buckingham be brought
to Salisbury. The rest march on with me!Copy !req
1783. Then fiery expedition be my wing...Copy !req
1784. Jove's Mercury and herald for a king!Copy !req
1785. Here... pitch our tents...Copy !req
1786. even here... in Bosworth field.Copy !req
1787. Why, how now, Catesby?
Why look you so sad?Copy !req
1788. My heart is 10 times lighter
than my looks.Copy !req
1789. - My lord of Norfolk?
- Here, most gracious liege.Copy !req
1790. Norfolk, we must have knocks.
Ha! Must we not?Copy !req
1791. - We must both give and take,
my gracious lord.Copy !req
1792. Up with my tent.
Here will I lie tonight.Copy !req
1793. But where tomorrow?Copy !req
1794. Well, all's one for that.
Who hath descried the number of the foe?Copy !req
1795. Six or seven thousand
is their greatest number.Copy !req
1796. Why, our battalion
trebles that account.Copy !req
1797. Besides, the king's name
is a tower of strength...Copy !req
1798. which they upon
the adverse faction want.Copy !req
1799. Up with my tent. There!Copy !req
1800. Come hither, Lovel.Copy !req
1801. Where is Lord Stanley quartered,
dost thou know?Copy !req
1802. Unless I have mista'en his colors much,
his regiment lies half a mile at least...Copy !req
1803. to northward of our power, milord.Copy !req
1804. Send to him, good Lovel.
Bid him bring his power before sunrising...Copy !req
1805. lest his son George fall
into the blind cave of eternal night.Copy !req
1806. Come, valiant gentlemen...Copy !req
1807. let us survey
the vantage of the ground.Copy !req
1808. Let's want no discipline,
make no delay...Copy !req
1809. for, sirs, tomorrow is a busy day.Copy !req
1810. My lord of Stanley,
the king doth strain a charge...Copy !req
1811. that if you value
your son George's life...Copy !req
1812. you do present your host
before the crowing of the cock.Copy !req
1813. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm.Copy !req
1814. All comfort that the dark hour
can afford be to thy person...Copy !req
1815. noble stepfather.Copy !req
1816. Tell me, how fares our loving mother?Copy !req
1817. I, by attorney,
bless thee from thy mother...Copy !req
1818. who prays continually
for Richmond's good.Copy !req
1819. So much for that.Copy !req
1820. The silent hours steal on.Copy !req
1821. In brief,
for so the season bids us be...Copy !req
1822. prepare thy battle
early in the morning.Copy !req
1823. I, as I may, with best advantage
will deceive the time...Copy !req
1824. and aid thee
in this doubtful shock of arms.Copy !req
1825. But on thy side
I may not be too forward...Copy !req
1826. lest, being seen,
thy brother, tender George...Copy !req
1827. be executed in his father's sight.Copy !req
1828. Farewell.Copy !req
1829. The leisure and the fearful time
cuts off the ceremonious vows of love...Copy !req
1830. which so long sundered friends
should dwell upon.Copy !req
1831. God grant us leisure
for these rites of love.Copy !req
1832. Once more, adieu.Copy !req
1833. Be valiant and speed well.Copy !req
1834. Good lords,
conduct him to his regiment.Copy !req
1835. What is't o'clock?Copy !req
1836. 'Tis suppertime, my lord.
'Tis nine o'clock.Copy !req
1837. Hmm. I will not sup tonight.Copy !req
1838. Give me some ink and paper.Copy !req
1839. What, is my helmet
easier than it was...Copy !req
1840. and all my armor laid into my tent?Copy !req
1841. It is, my liege,
and all things are in readiness.Copy !req
1842. Good Norfolk,
hie thee to thy charge.Copy !req
1843. Choose careful watch,
use trusty sentinels.Copy !req
1844. I go, my lord.Copy !req
1845. - Good night, good Lovel.
- Milord.Copy !req
1846. Stir with the lark tomorrow,
gentle Norfolk.Copy !req
1847. I warrant you, my lord.Copy !req
1848. - Catesby.
- My lord?Copy !req
1849. Fill me a bowl of wine.Copy !req
1850. Give me a watch.Copy !req
1851. Saddle white Surrey
for the field tomorrow.Copy !req
1852. Look that my staves be sound,
but not too heavy.Copy !req
1853. Oh, Ratcliffe.Copy !req
1854. - My lord?
- Saw you the melancholy
Lord Northumberland?Copy !req
1855. Thomas the earl of Suffolk,
and himself, much about cockshut time...Copy !req
1856. from troop to troop went through the army,
cheering up the soldiers.Copy !req
1857. So, I'm satisfied.Copy !req
1858. Give me a bowl of wine.Copy !req
1859. I have not that alacrity of spirit...Copy !req
1860. nor cheer of mind,
that I was wont to have.Copy !req
1861. Set it down.
Is ink and paper ready?Copy !req
1862. - It is, my lord.
- Bid my guard watch. Leave me.Copy !req
1863. - Ratcliffe.
- My lord?Copy !req
1864. About the mid of night
come to my tent...Copy !req
1865. and help to arm me.Copy !req
1866. Leave me, I say.Copy !req
1867. Once more good night unto you all.Copy !req
1868. I'll strive, with troubled thoughts,
to take a nap...Copy !req
1869. lest leaden slumber
weigh me down tomorrow...Copy !req
1870. when I should mount
with wings of victory.Copy !req
1871. And so, once more,
good night, kind lords and gentlemen.Copy !req
1872. - Good night, good Richmond.
- Good night.Copy !req
1873. O thou,
whose captain I account myself...Copy !req
1874. look on my forces with a gracious eye.Copy !req
1875. Put in their hands
thy bruising irons of wrath...Copy !req
1876. that we may crush down
with a heavy fall...Copy !req
1877. the usurping helmet
of our adversaries.Copy !req
1878. Make us thy ministers
of chastisement...Copy !req
1879. that we may praise thee
in thy victory.Copy !req
1880. To thee I do commend
my watchful soul...Copy !req
1881. ere I let fall
the windows of mine eyes.Copy !req
1882. Sleeping and waking...Copy !req
1883. oh, defend me still.Copy !req
1884. Let me sit heavy in thy soul tomorrow.Copy !req
1885. I that was washed to death
with fulsome wine...Copy !req
1886. poor Clarence...Copy !req
1887. by thy guile betrayed to death.Copy !req
1888. Tomorrow in the battle think on me...Copy !req
1889. and fall thy edgeless sword.Copy !req
1890. Despair and die!Copy !req
1891. Dream on thy cousins
smothered in the Tower.Copy !req
1892. Thy nephews'souls
bid thee despair and die.Copy !req
1893. Think on Lord Hastings.Copy !req
1894. Despair and die.Copy !req
1895. Richard, thy wife...Copy !req
1896. that wretched Anne thy wife...Copy !req
1897. that never slept
a quiet hour with thee...Copy !req
1898. now fills thy sleep
with perturbations.Copy !req
1899. Tomorrow in the battle think on me...Copy !req
1900. and fall thy edgeless sword.Copy !req
1901. Despair and die.Copy !req
1902. Give me another horse!Copy !req
1903. Bind up my wounds!Copy !req
1904. Have mercy, Jesu!Copy !req
1905. My lord.Copy !req
1906. Who is there?Copy !req
1907. Ratcliffe, my lord. 'Tis I.Copy !req
1908. The early village cock
hath twice done salutation to the morn.Copy !req
1909. Your friends are up
and buckle on their armor.Copy !req
1910. O Ratcliffe,
I have dreamed a fearful dream.Copy !req
1911. What thinkest thou,
will our friends prove all true?Copy !req
1912. No doubt, my lord.Copy !req
1913. O Ratcliffe, I fear.Copy !req
1914. I fear.Copy !req
1915. Nay, good my lord,
be not afraid of shadows.Copy !req
1916. By the apostle Paul,
shadows tonight...Copy !req
1917. have struck more terror
to the soul of Richard...Copy !req
1918. than can the substance
of 10,000 soldiers...Copy !req
1919. armed in proof
and led by shallow Richmond.Copy !req
1920. Tell the clock there.Copy !req
1921. Give me a calendar.Copy !req
1922. - Who saw the sun today?
- Not I, my lord.Copy !req
1923. Then he disdains to shine...Copy !req
1924. for by the book he should have
braved the east an hour ago.Copy !req
1925. A black day will it be...Copy !req
1926. to somebody.Copy !req
1927. - Catesby.
- My lord.Copy !req
1928. The sun will not be seen today.Copy !req
1929. The sky doth frown
and lower upon our army.Copy !req
1930. I would these dewy tears
were from the ground.Copy !req
1931. Not shine today?Copy !req
1932. Why, what is that to me
more than to Richmond?Copy !req
1933. For the selfsame heaven
that frowns on me...Copy !req
1934. looks sadly upon him.Copy !req
1935. Arm, arm, my lord!
The foe vaunts in the field.Copy !req
1936. Come, bustle, bustle.
Caparison my horse.Copy !req
1937. Call up Lord Stanley,
bid him bring his power.Copy !req
1938. I will lead forth my soldiers
to the field...Copy !req
1939. and thus my battle shall be ordered.Copy !req
1940. My foreward
shall be drawn out all in length...Copy !req
1941. consisting equally of horse and foot.Copy !req
1942. Our archers shall be placed
in the midst.Copy !req
1943. John Duke of Norfolk
and Thomas Earl of Suffolk...Copy !req
1944. shall have the leading
of this foot and horse.Copy !req
1945. They thus directed,
we will follow in the main battle...Copy !req
1946. whose puissance on either side
shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.Copy !req
1947. This, and Saint George to boot!
What think'st thou, Norfolk?Copy !req
1948. A good direction, warlike sovereign.Copy !req
1949. This found I on my tent this morning.Copy !req
1950. "Jockey of Norfolk...Copy !req
1951. "be not so bold...Copy !req
1952. "for Dickon thy master...Copy !req
1953. "is bought...Copy !req
1954. and sold."Copy !req
1955. A thing devised by the enemy.Copy !req
1956. My lord, the enemy
are past the marsh.Copy !req
1957. Go, noble gentleman,
every man to his charge.Copy !req
1958. Let not our babbling dreams
affright our souls...Copy !req
1959. for conscience is a word
that cowards use...Copy !req
1960. devised at first
to keep the strong in awe.Copy !req
1961. - Conscience avaunt!
- Aye!Copy !req
1962. Richard's himself again.Copy !req
1963. March on!Copy !req
1964. Join bravely,
let us to it pell-mell.Copy !req
1965. If not to heaven,
then hand in hand to hell.Copy !req
1966. Fight, gentlemen of England!Copy !req
1967. Fight, bold yeomen!Copy !req
1968. Draw, archers,
draw your arrows to the head!Copy !req
1969. Spur your proud horses hard...Copy !req
1970. and ride in blood!Copy !req
1971. Amaze the welkin
with your broken staves!Copy !req
1972. What says Lord Stanley?
Will he bring his power?Copy !req
1973. - My lord, he doth deny to come.
- Off with his son George's head!Copy !req
1974. My lord, the time admits
not such a course!Copy !req
1975. After the battle
let George Stanley die.Copy !req
1976. A thousand hearts
are great within my bosom.Copy !req
1977. Advance our standards...Copy !req
1978. set upon our foes.Copy !req
1979. Our ancient word of courage,
fair Saint George...Copy !req
1980. inspire us with the spleen
of fiery dragons!Copy !req
1981. Upon them!
Victory sits in our helms!Copy !req
1982. Rescue!Copy !req
1983. Rescue!Copy !req
1984. My lord of Norfolk, rescue!Copy !req
1985. The king enacts more wonders than a man,
daring an opposite to every danger.Copy !req
1986. His horse is slain,
and all on foot he fights...Copy !req
1987. seeking for Richmond
in the throat of death.Copy !req
1988. Rescue, fair lord,
or else the day is lost.Copy !req
1989. A horse!Copy !req
1990. A horse!Copy !req
1991. My kingdom for a horse!Copy !req
1992. Withdraw, my lord.Copy !req
1993. I'll help you to a horse.Copy !req
1994. Slave, I have set
my life upon a cast...Copy !req
1995. and I will stand
the hazard of the die.Copy !req
1996. I think there be
six Richmonds in the field.Copy !req
1997. Five have I slain today
instead of him.Copy !req
1998. A horse!Copy !req
1999. A horse!
My kingdom for a horse!Copy !req