With earnest prayers all to that effect. Daugh. And so will I. Duch. Peace, children, peace! the king doth love you well: Incapable and shallow innocents, You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death. Duch. Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes, Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit. Son. Think you, my uncle did dissemble, grandam ? Duch. Ay, boy. Son. I cannot think it. Hark! What noise is this? Enter Queen ELIZABETH, distractedly; RIVERS, and DORSET, following her. Q. Eliz. Ah! who shall hinder me to wail and weep? To chide my fortune, and torment myself? I'll join with black despair against my soul, Duch. What means this scene of rude impatience? If you will live, lament; if die, be brief; To his new kingdom of perpetual rest. Duch. Ah, so much interest have I in thy sorrow, As I had title in thy noble husband! I have bewept a worthy husband's death, But now, two mirrors of his princely semblance To over-go thy plaints, and drown thy cries? Son. Ah, aunt! you wept not for our father's death; How can we aid you with our kindred tears? Daugh. Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd, Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept! Q. Eliz. Give me no help in lamentation, I am not barren to bring forth laments: All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, That I, being govern'd by the watry moon, May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! Ah, for my husband, for my dear lord Edward! Chil. Ah, for our father, for our dear lord Clarence! Duch. Alas, for both, both mine, Edward and Clarence! Q. Eliz. What stay had I, but Edward? and he's gone. Chil. What stay had we, but Clarence? and he's gone. Duch. What stays had I, but they? and they are gone. Q. Eliz. Was never widow, had so dear a loss. Dor. Comfort, dear mother; God is much displeas'd, Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent; Riv. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother, Enter GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, HASTINGS, RATCLIFF, and others. Glo. Sister, have comfort: all of us have cause But none can cure their harms by wailing them.— I did not see your grace:-Humbly on my knee Duch. God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty! Glo. Amen; and make me die a good old man!That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing; I marvel, that her grace did leave it out. [Aside. Buck. You cloudy princes, and heart sorrowing peers, That bear this mutual heavy load of moan, Now cheer each other in each other's love: The broken rancour of your high-swoln hearts, Riv. Why with some little train, my lord of Buckingham ? Buck. Marry, my lord, lest, by a multitude, By how much the estate is green, and yet ungovern'd: Where every horse bears his commanding rein, In my opinion, ought to be prevented. Glo. I hope, the king made peace with all of us; And the compact is firm, and true, in me. Riv. And so in me; and so, I think, in all: Which, haply, by much company might be urg'd: That it is meet so few should fetch the prince. Glo. Then be it so; and go we to determine To give your censures in this weighty business? [Exeunt all but BUCKINGHAM and GLOSTER. Buck. My lord, whoever journeys to the prince, For God's sake, let not us two stay at home: For, by the way, I'll sort occasion, As index to the story we late talk'd of, To part the queen's proud kindred from the prince. [Exeunt. |