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King EDWARD IV.
Lord LoveL. EDWARD, Prince of Wales, af
Sir WILLIAM CATESBY. terwards Edward V. Soms to Edward IV. Sir JAMES TYRREL. RICHARD, Duke of York,
Lord STANLEY. GEORGF, Duće of Clarence, Brober to Ellward IV. Edri of OXFORD. * young Son of Clarence.
Sir JAMES BLOUNT. RICHARD, Duke of Glofier, Brother io Edvard IV. Sir Walter HERBERT. afta wards King Richard III.
Sir ROBERT BRAKENBURY, Lieu:enant of the Tower.
ELIZABETH, Queen of Edward IV.
ANNE, Widow of Edzard Prince of Wales, Son Lord GREY,
zo llenry VI. afioravards married to the Duke of Eurl of RICHMOND, afterwards King Harry VII. Gloter. Lord HASTINGS.
Duchess of York, Morber 20 Edward IV.Clarence, Sir THOMAS VAUGHAN.
and Richard III. Su RICHARD RATCLIFF.
Sheriff, Pursuivant, Scrivener, Citizens, Ghafts, Soldiers, and other Attendants.
SCE N E I.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; England.
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ;
Our ttern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, London. A Street.
Our dreadrul march.es to delightful meatures.
Made glorious summer by this fon 2 of To fright the souls of fearful adversaries
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber,
1 This tragedy, though it is call’d the Life and Death of this prince, comprizes, at most, but the halt eight years of his time; for it opens with Gcorge duke of Clarence being clapp'd up in the Tower, which happen'd in the beginning of the year 1477 ; and clofes with the death of Richard at Bosworth Field, which battle was fought on ihe 22d of Auguit, in the year 1485. 2 Aliuding to the cognizance of Edward IV. which was a fun, in memory of the three funs, which are faid to bave appear id at the battle which he gain'd over the Lancaitrians at Mortiinci's Cross. teeds lu; uilhed with armour, or warlike trappings.
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower ;
Clar. By heaven, I think, there is no man secure,
Lord Hattings was to her for his delivery? Thu dogs bark at me, as I halt by thein ;
Glo. Humbly complaining to her deity Why I, in this week piping time of perice, Got my lord chamberlain his liberty. Have no delight to pass away the time;
I'll tell you what,--I think, it is our way, Unleis to spy my sn: dow in the sun,
If we will keep in favour with the king, And descant on mine own deformity :
To be her men, and wear her livery : And therefore,--since I cannot prove a lover, The jealous o'er-woru widow, and herself, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, Since that our brother Jubb'd them gentlewomen, I am determined to prove a villain,
Are mighty gollips in this monarchy. And hate the idle pleafures of these days.
Brak. I beseech your graces both to pardon me; Plots have I laid, inductions 3 dangerous,
His majetty hath itraitly given in charge, By drunken prophı fies, libels, and dreams, That no man íhall have private conference, To set iny brother Clarence, and the king, Of what degree foever, with his brother. Гbr", 111 teadly hate the one against the other:
Gł. Even to ? an pleate your worship, BrakeriA'd, if king Elword he as true and just, You may part.zke of uny thing we fay: As I am fubtle, falfe and treacherous,
We speak no treason, man ;-We say, the kiug This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up ; Is wife, and virtuous ; and his nonle queen Abont a prophecy, which says--that G
Well ftruck in years; frir, and not jealous: Of Ldwaro's heirs the murderer thall be.
"l'c fay; that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot, Dive, thouglis, down to my foul! here Clarence A cherry lip, a bonny eye, a piling pleasing
tonglie; En:er Clorence jurided, and Brak-nbury.
That the queen's kindred are made gentle-folks : Brother, good day: Vat means this armes guard, How fay you, fır ? can you deny all this? That wails upon your gr.ce?
B-ak. With this, my lord, myself have nougire Clar. His majetty,
ffellowe, Tendering my person's curt, hh appointed Glo Naught to do with mistress Shore : I tellthee, This conduit to convey me to the Tower.
He that doch rrught with her, excepting one, G... Upon u un cause?
cre beat to do it secretiv, alone. Clar. Becauli my ninie is-George.
Brak. What one, my lord?
[ine Glo. Alck, my lord, that fau't is none of yours; Glo. Her husband, knave:-Would'st theu betray He fhoul!, for the commit your gox'fathers :
Prak. I beseech your giace to pardon me; in', O, belike, lis matty hath ionie intent,
witbal, That you should be new chriíten'd in the Tower. Foibear your conference with the noble duke. But what's the nitcr, Clarcoce ? may I know?
Glar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will Clar, Tea, Richard, when I know ; for I
Glo. We are the queen's abjects s, and muit As yet I do not : Put, as I can learn,
Brother, farewel : I will into the king; He hea kens aftur prophecies, and dicams ;
Anci whatsoe'er you will employ me in, And from the crois-row plucks the letter G, Were it, to call king Edward's widow---filter, And says---a Wizard told him, that by G
I will perform it, to enfranchise you.
Mean time, this deep disgrace in brotherhood
Clar. I know, it pleaseth neither of us well. There, as I Isarn, acd such like toys as there, Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long: liave mov'd his highness to commit ine now.
I will deliver you, or else lye for you : Glo. Why, tbis it is, when men are ruld by Mean time, hare patience.
Ciar. I must perforce 6 : farewel. 'Tis not the king, that sends you to the Tower ;
[Exeunt Clarence and Brakenbury. My lady Gray his wise, Clarence, 'tis fne,
'Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er That tempts him to this harsh extremity.
return, Was it not she, and that good man of worship, Simple, plain Clarence !--I do love thee so, Anthony Woodeville, her brother there, Tliat I will thortly send thy soul to heaven,
Ii.e. deceiiful. 2 Sir John Hawkins observes, that defcunt is a term in music, signifying in general that kind of harmony wherein one part is broken and tormed into a kind of paraphrate on the other.
3 j. e. preparations for mischief The induction is preparatory to the action of the play. 4 i. e. fancies. s That is, not ihe queen's fubjects, whom she might protect, but her abseits, whom the drives away. Aliuding to che proverb, " Patience perforce is a medicine for a mad dog."
If heaven will take the present at our hands. Poor key-cold 3 figure of a holy king!
Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood!
Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost,
To hear the lamentations of poor Anne,
Stabb’d by the self-fame hand that made these How hath your lordihip brook'd imprisonment ?
wounds! Haft. With patience, nuble lord, as prisoners Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life, mutt:
1 pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes :But I Mall live, my lord, to give them thanks,
O, cursed be the hand, that made these holes ! That were the cause of my imprisonment.
Cursed the heart, that irad the heart to do it ! Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and to thall Clarence Cursed the blood, that let this blood from hence ! too;
More direful hap betide that hated wretch, For they, that were your enemies, are his,
That makes us wretched by the death of thee, And have prevail'd as much on him, as you.
Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads,
If ever he have child, abortive be it,
Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,
May fright the hopeful mother at the view ;
And that be heir to his unhappiness !
More miserable by the death of him,
Than I am made by my young lord, and thee! 'Tis very grievous to be thought upon.
Come, now, towaru Chertiey with your holy load, What, is he is his bed ?
Taken from Paul's to be interred there; Hai. He is.
And, still as you are weary of the weight,
Glo. Stay you, that bear the corse, and set it down. 'Till George be pack'd with pon-horse up to
Anne. What black magician conjures up this fiend, heaven.
To stop devoted charitable deeds ? [Paul, I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence, With lies weil steel'd with weighty arguments ;
Glo. Villains, set down the corse; or, by faint
I'll make a corse of him that disobeys. And, if I fail not in my deep intent,
Gen. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass. Clarence hack not another day to live :
Glo. Unmanner'd dog! Itand thou when I com. Which done, God take king Edward to his mercy,
mand : Aud leave the world for me to bustle in !
Advance thy halberd higher than my breast, For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter: Or, by faint Paul, I'll itrike thee to my foot, What though I kill'd her husband, and her father :
And fpurn upon thee, beggar, for thy bokelness. The readieit way to make the wench amends,
Anne. What, do you tremble? are you all afraid? Is---to become her husband, and her father:
Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal,
And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.
Avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell! By marrying her, which I must reach unto.
Thou had'st but power over his mortal body, But yet I run before my horse to market :
His soul thou canst not have; therefore, be gone. Clarence still breathes; Edward Itill lives, and
G!.. Sweet faint, for charity, be not so curtt. reigns ;
Anne. Foul devil, for God's fake, hence, and When they are gone, then must I count my gains.
trouble us not ; (Exit.
For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell, SCENE II.
Fill'd it with curfing cries, and deep exclaims.
If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,
Behold this pattern 4 of thy butcheries :Enter the core of Henry she Sixtb, with halberds 10 Oh, gentlemen, fee, fee! dead Henry's wounds guard is ; Lady Anne being the mourner.
Open their congeal'd mouths, and bleed afreth 5!Anne. Set down, fet down your honourable Bluih, bluth, thou lump of foul deformity; Lad,
For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood If honour may be shrouded in a hearse, From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells ! Whilft I awhile obfequiously 2 lament
Thy deed, inhuman, and unnatural, The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster. - Prorokes this deluge most unnatural.1 A mew was the place of confinement where a hawk was kept till he had moulted.
2 Obfequious, in this initance, incans fil?creal. 3 A key, on the account of the coldness of the metal of which it is composed, was anciently employed to itop any flight bleeding. 4 1. c. instance or example. $ It is a tradition very generally received, that the murdered body bleeds on the touch of the muro derer. Mr. Tollei obferves, that this opinion icems to be derived from the ancient Swedes, or Norlloin nations from whom we dcicend; for they practised this method of trial in dubious cases.
O God, which this blood maj'it, revenge his death! Anne. Ill relt betide the chamber where thoa O earth, which this blood drink'it, revenge his
(dead, G!. So will it, madam, 'till I lie with you.
Gla. Lady, you know no rules of charity, is not the causer of the timeless deaths Which renders good for bad, bleilings for cuises. Of theíc Plantagenets, Henry, and Edward, sinne. Villain, thou know'ít no law of God nor is blameful as the executioner?
nunc. Thou waft the cause, and most accurs'd No beast so tierce, but knows some touch of pity. Go. Your beauty was the c?use of that effect; Glo. But I know none, and therefore am no Your beauty, which did haunt me in my leep, beant.
To undertake the death of all the world, cine. () wonderfui, when devils tell the truth! So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.
G17. More wonderful, when angels are so angry.-- Arine. If l thought that, I tell thee, bonjicije, Vouchrii, divine pertection of a woman, These nails should rend that beauty from my chet ks. Of these tupposed to us, to give me leave,
Glo. Thesc eyes could not endure that beautz's By circumstance, but to acquit my felf.
wreck, minne. Vouchlife, ditius'd' intection of a man, You should not blemish it, if I stood ly : For these known evils, but to give nie leave, As all the world is cheered by the fun, By circumsti:nce, to curie thy curled self. (have so I hy that ; it is my day, my life. [thy life!
610. Fairer than tongue cal name thee, let me Aune. Black night o'er-shade thy day, and teach Some patient leisure to excuse myself.
Glo. Curse not thy self, fair creature; thou art ciune. Fouler tuan heart can think thee, thou
both, cantt make
Anne. I would I were, to be reveng'd on thee. No excuse current, but to hang thyself.
Gln. It is a quarrel most unnatural, Gio. By such despair, I thould acı use myself. To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee.
Hune. And, by despairing, thalt thou stand ex sinne. It is a quarrel juit and reaionable, For doing worthy vengeance on thyself, [cus d To he reveng’d on him that kill'd my huíbund. That didit unworthy Daughter upon others.
Gle. He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband, Glo. Say, that I flew them not ?
Did it to help thee to a better husband, done. Then say, they were not lain :
Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth, But dead they are, and, devilish Nave, by thee. Glo. He lives, that loves you better than he could Glo. I did not kill your husband.
Anne. Name him, dune. Why, then he is alive.
Glo. Plantagenet. Glo. Nay, lie is dead; and Nain by Edward's Ann.. Why, that was he. hand.
Glo. The felf-fame name, but one of hetter noture. Anne. In thy foul throat thou lyft ; queen Mar cuine. Where is he?
(1pit at me
Gio. Never came poison from fo sweet a place,
Anre. Thou wilt provoked by thy bloody mind, Glo. Thine eyes, tweet lady, hare intected mine.
sinne. 'Would they were basiliks, to Itrike thee Didnt thou not kill this king?
dead ! G'o. I grant ye.
(grant me too, Gh. I would they were, that I might dic at once ; anne. Doft grant me, hedge-hog? then God For now they kill me with a living death. Thou may'ít he damned for that wicked deed! Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn it O, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous.
tears, Glo. The fitter for the King of heaven that hath Sham’d their aspects with store of childish drops : him.
(come. These eyes, which never Thed remorseful tear,Anne. He is in heaven, where thou shalt never Not, wben my father York and Edward wept, Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send him To hear the pitcous moan that Rutland made, thither;
When black-fac'd Clifford Thook his sword at him :
Anne. And thou unfit for any place, but hell. Told the sad story of my father's death ;
[name it. 7 hat all the standers-by had wet their cheeks, Gia. Your bed-chember.
Like trees bedah'd with rain : in that fad time,
ri.e.ire ular, une outis ; or the phrase may mean, Thou that art as dangerous as a peftilence, that infects the air by its diftulion. 21.6. a morc lenious method.
My manly eyes did fcorn an humble tear ; Grant me this boon.
[She looks scornfully at him. Imagine I have said farewel already. Teach not thy lip such scorn ; for it was made
[Exeunt iwo, with Luidy Anne. For killing, lady, not for such contempt.
Glo. Take up the corte, firs. If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,
Gen. Towards Chertsey, noble lord ? Lo! here I lend thee this Tharp-pointed sword; Glo. No, to White-Fryars ; there attend my Which if thou please to hide in this true breast,
coming. [Exeunt the resi, cuiih ebe corse. And let the foul forth that adoreth thes,
Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ?
Was ever woman in this humour won :
With curfes in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
With God, her conscience, and there bars against me, But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on. And I no friends to back my suit withal,
[She lets fall the levod. But the plain devil, and Jillembling looks, Take up the sword again, or take up me. And yet to win her,---all the world to nothing !
sinne. Ai ise, dillembler ; though I with thy death, Ha! I will not be thy executioner.
Hath the forgot already that brave prince, Gle. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. Edward, her lord, whom I, fome three months since, sinne. I have already.
Stabbid in my angry mood at Tewksbury? Glo. That was in thy rage :
A Tweeter and a lovelier gentleman,-Speak it again, and, even with the word,
Fram'd in the prodigalicy of nature, This band, which, for thy love, did kill thy love, Young, valiant, wile, and, no doubt, right royal, Shald, for thy love, kill a far truer love;
The spacious world cannot again atturu : To both their deaths thalt thou be acceflary. Aud will the yet abate her eyes on me, sinne. I would, I knew thy heart.
That cropp'd the golden prime of this tweet prince, Glo. 'Tis figur'd in my tongue.
And made her widow to a woeful bed? Arne. I fear me, both are talie.
On me, whole all not equals Edward's moiety? Gio. Then never man was true.
On me, chat hale, and am mithapen thus? inne. Well, well, put up your sword.
My dukedom to a beggarly denier, Gig. Say then, my peace is mule.
I do mittake my perion all this while : Anne. That shall you know bereafter.
Upon my life, the finds, although I cannot, Gle. But ihall I live in hope ?
Myself to be a marvellous proper mau. Arne All men, I hope, live so.
I'll be at charges for a luuking-glass ; Glo. Vouchsafe to wear this ring.
And entertain a score or two of caylors,
[Sbe puts on the ring. To study fashions to adorn my budy: Anne. To take is not to give.
Since I ain crept in favour with myielf,
Shine out, fair sun, 'till I have bought a glass,
That I may see my shadow as I pais. [Exis. Thou doft confirm his happineis for ever.
SCENE III. Hone. What is it?
The Palace. Glo. That it may please you leave these sad designs To him that hath more caule to be a mourner, Enter the Queen, Lord Rivers her brother, and Lord And prefently repair to Crosby-place ! :
Grey ber jon. Where---after I have solemnly interr'd
Riv. Have patience, inadam ; there's no doubt, At Chertsey monastry this noble king,
his majesty And wet his grave with my repentant tcars,
Will soon recover his accustom'd health. I will with all expedient duty see you :
Grey. In that you brookitill, it makes him worse: For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you, Therefore, for God's fake, entertain good comfort,
2 i. e. when nature was in a
I Cropy.place is now Croby-Square in Bithopsgate-ftreet. prodigal or lavish mood.