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Misconstrue us in him, and wail his death.
Act 3. Scene 6.]
Are at my service, like enforced smiles;

But I'll acquaint our duteous citizens
And both are ready in their offices,

With all your just proceedings in this case. [here,
At any time, to grace my stratagems.

Glo. And to that end we-with'd your lordship
But what, is Catesby gone ?

To avoid the ceníures of the carping world.
Gle. He is; and, see, he brings the mayor along. 5 Buck. But tince you came too late of our intent,
Enter tbe Lord Mayor, and Cateby.

Yet witness what you hear we did intend ; Buck. Let me alone to entertain him. Lord And so, my good lord mayor, we bid farewel. mayor !

[Exit Mayor. Gle. Look to the draw-bridge there.

Glo. Go, after, after, cousin Buckingham.
Buck. Hark! a drum.

10 The mayor towards Guildhall hies him in all post:
Glo. Catesby, o'erlook the walls. [you, There, at your meetest vantage of the time,
Buck. Lord mayor, the reason we have sent for Infer the bastardy of Edward's children :
Glo. Look back, defend thee, here are enemies. Tell them, how Edward put to death a citizen',
Buck. God and our innocency defend and guard Only for saying—he would make his son

15 Heir to the crown ; meaning, indeed, his house,
Enter Lovel, and Ratcliff, wirb Heftirgs' bead, Which, by the lign thereof, was termed so.
Gle. Be patient, they are friends; Ratcliff, and Moreover, urge his hateful luxury

And beftial appetite in change of lust; (wives,
Lw. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor, Which stretch'd unto their servants, daughters,
The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings. 20 Even where his ranging eye, or savage heart,

Gle. So dear I lov’d the man, that I must weep. Without controui, lifted to make his prey.
I took him for the plainest harmless creature, Nay, for a need, thus far come near my person :
That breath'd upon the earth a christian ;

Tell them, when that my mother went with child
Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded Of that insatiate Edward, noble York,
The history of all her secret thoughts :

25 My princely father, then had wars in France;
So smooth he daub'd his vice with thew of virtue, And, by just computation of the time,
That, his apparent open guilt omitted,

Found that the issue was not his begot;
I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife, Which well appeared in his lineaments,
He liv'd from all attainder of suspect. (traitor Being nothing like the noble duke my father.

Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'st Thelter'd 30 Yet touch this sparingly, as 'twere far off ;
That ever liv.d.-Look you, my lord mayor, Because, my lord, you know, my mother lives.
Would you imagine, or almost believe,

Buck. Doubt not, my lord; l'll play the orator, (Were't not, that by great preservation

As if the golden fee, for which I plead,
We live to tell it you) the subtle traitor

Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu.
This day had plotted, in the council-house, 351 Glo. If you thrive well, bring them to Bay-
To murder me, and my good lord of Glofter ?

nard's castle ;
Mayce. What! had he so?

Where you shall find me well accompanied,
Gl. What! think you we are Turks, or infidels ? With reverend fathers, and well-learned bishops.
Or that we would, againit the form of law,

Buck. I go; and towards three or four o'clock,
Proceed thus rafhly in the villain's death; 40 Look for the news that the Guildhall affords.
But that the extreme peril of the case,

[Exit Buckingham. The peace of England, and our persons' safety, Gln. Go, Lovel, with all speed to doctor Shaw, Enforc'd us to this execution?

(death; Go thou to friar Penker;-bid them both Mayır. Now, fair befal you! he deserv'd his Meet me, within this hour, at Baynard's castle. And your good graces both have well proceeded, 45

(Exeunt Lovel and Catefrose To warn false traitors from the like attempts.

Now will I in, to take some privy order
I never look'd for better at his hands,

To draw the brats of Clarence out of fight;
After he once fell in with mistress Shore.

And to give notice, that no manner of person Buck. Yet had we not determin'd he should die, Have, any time, recourse unto the princes. [Exi:. l'ntil your lordihip came to see his end; 50

Which now the loving haste of these our friends,
Somewhat against our meaning, hath prevented:

A Sercet.
Because, my lord, we would have had you heard

Erier a Scrivenir.
The traitor speak, and timorously confefs

Scriv. Here is the indictment of the good lord
The manner and the purpose of his treasons ; 551

you might well have fignify'd the fame Which in a set hand fairly is engrossid,

That it may be to-day read o'er in Paul's.

And mark how well the sequel hangs together : Mager. But, my good lord, your grace's word Eleven hours I have spent to write it over,

60 For yesternight by Catesby was it fent me:
As well as I had seen, and heard him speak :

The precedent was full as long a doing :
And do not doubt, right noble princes both,

And yet within these five hours Hastings livid,

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Untainted, unexamin'd, free, at liberty.

sAnd fand between two churchmen, good my lord; Here's a good world the while !Who is to gross, For on that ground I'll make a holy descant : That cannot see this palpable device?

And be not easily won to our requests ; Yet who fo bold, but fays-he sees it not? Play the maid's part, ftill answer nay, and take it. Bad is the world ; and all will come to nought, 5 Glo. I go; and if you plead as well for them, When such bad dealing must be seen in thought'. As I can say nay to thee for myself;


No doubt we'll bring it to a happy issue.

Buck. Go, go, up to the leads; the lord mayor

[Exit Glifier Baynard's Castle Enter Glofter, and Buckingham, at several doors.

Enter the Lord Mayor, and Citizens. Glo. How now, how now? what say the citi

Welcome, my lord: I dance attendance here; zens?

I think, the duke will not be spoke withal.Buck. Now by the holy mother of our Lord,

Enter Catefoy: The citizens are mum, say not a word. [dren 1 5 Now, Catesby? what says your lord to my request?

Glo. Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's chil Cates. He doth entreat your grace, my noble Buck. I did; with his contract with lady Lucy,

lord, And his contra&t by deputy in France :

To visit him to-morrow, or next day :
The insatiate greediness of his defires,

He is within, with two right reverend fathers,
And his enforcement of the city wives ; 20 Divinely bent to meditation;
His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardymo And in no worldly fuit would he be mov'd,
As being got your father then in France,

To draw him from his holy exercise. (duke; And his resemblance being not like the duke. Buck. Return, good Cateľby, to the gracious Withal, I did infer your lineaments

Tell him, myself, the mayor and aldermen, Being the right idea of your father,

25] In deep designs, in matter of great moment, Both in your form and nobleness of mind : No less importing than our general good, Laid open all your victories in Scotland,

Are come to have some conference with his grace. Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace,

Cate). l'll fignify so much unto him straight. Your bounty, virtue, fair humility ;

[Exit. Indeed, left nothing, fitting for your purpose,

30 Buck. Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an Untouch'd, or Nightly handled, in discourse.

And, when my oratory grew toward end,

He is not lolling on a lewd day-bed,
I bade them, that did love their country's good, But on his knees at meditation;
Cry— God save Richard, England's royal king !" Not dallying with a brace of courtezans,
Glo. And did they so?

But meditating with two deep divines;
Buck. No, so God help me, they spake not a Not neeping, to engrofs 3 his idle body,
But, like dumb ftatues, or unbreathing stones, But praying, to enrich his watchful soul :
Star'd on each other, and look'd deadly pale. Happy were England, would this virtuous prince
Which when I saw, I reprehended them; Take op himself the sovereignty thereof :
And alk'd the mayor, what meant this wilful 40 But, fure, I fear, we shall ne'er win him to it.
filence :

Mayor. Marry, God defend his grace should say His answer was,—the people were not us'd

us này ! To be spoke to, but by the recorder.

Buck. I fear, he will : here Catesby comes again :Then he was urg'd to tell my tale again ;

Re-enter Catesby. Thus faitb the duke, ibus bath the duke inferrid; 45 Catesby, what says your lord? But nothing spoke in warrant from himself.

Cates. He wonders to what end you have as. When he had done, some followers of mine own, Such troops of citizens to come to him, At lower end o' the hall, hurl'd up their caps, His grace not being warn'd thereof before : And some ten voices cry'd, God save king Ricbard! He fears, my lord, you mean no good to him. And thus I took the vantage of those few

Buck. Sorry I am, my noble cousin Mould Thanks, gentle cirizens, and frier:ds, quoth l; Suspect me, that I mean no good to him : This general applause, and cbearful phout,

By heaven, we come to him in perfect love; Argues your evi dom, and your love to Richard : And so once more return and tell his grace. And even here brake off, and came away.

[Exit Cateffy. Gło. What tongueless blocks were they; would 55 When holy and devout religious men they not speak?

Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; Will not the mayor then, and his brethren, come? So sweet is zealous contemplation. Buck. The mayor is here at hand; intend 2 some Enter Glofter above, between two Bishops. Carefby

fear; Be not you spoke with, but by mighty suit: 16 Mayor. See, where his grace stands 'tween two And look you get a prayer-book in your hand,

clergymen! Ti. e. seen in filence, without notice or detection,

? i. e. pretend.

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Your love deserves my thanks; but my desert

Buck. Two props of virtue for a christian prince. (And that my path were even to the crown,
To stay him from the fall of vanity :

As the ripe revenue and due of birth;
And, see, a book of prayer in his hand;

Yet fo inuch is my poverty of spirit,
True ornaments to know a holy man:-

So mighty, and so many, my defects,
Famous Plantagenet, most gracious prince, s That I would rather hide me from my greatness,
Lend favourable ear to our requests ;

Being a bark to brook no mighty sea,-
And pardon us the interruption

Than in my greatness covet to be hid,
Of thy devotion, and right-christian zeal.

And in the vapour of my glory smother'd.
Glo. My lord, there needs no such apology; But God be thank'd, there is no need of me;
I rather do beseech you pardon me,

10 (And much I need to help you, if need were) Who, earneft in the service of my God,

The royal tree hath left us royal fruit,
Deferr'd the visitation of my friends.

Which, mellow'd by the stealing hours of time,
But, leaving this, what is your grace's pleasure ? Will well become the seat of majesty,
Buck. Even that, I hope, which pleaseth God And make, no doubt, us happy by his reign.

15 On him I lay what you would lay on me, And all good men of this ungovern'd ine. The right and fortune of his happy stars,

Glo. I do suspect, I have done some offence, Which God defend that I should wring from him !
That seems disgracious in the city's eye ;

Buck. My lord, this argues conscience in your
And that you come to reprehend my ignorance.

grace ;
Buck. You have, my lord ; would it might|20 But the respects thereof are nice and trivial,
please your grace,

All circumstances well considered.
On our entreaties, to amend your fault!

You say, that Edward is your brother's son ;
Glo. Elfe wherefore breathe I in a christian land? So say we too, but not by Edward's wife :
Buck. Know, then, it is your fault, that you re For first was he contract to lady Lucy,
The supreme seat, the throne majestical, [lign 25 Your mother lives a witness to his vow;
The scepter'd office of your ancestors,

And afterwards by substitute betroth'd id

Your state of fortune, and your due of birth, To Bona, fifter to the king of France.
The lineal glory of your royal house,

These both put by, a poor petitioner,
To the corruption of a blemish'd stock :

A care craz’d mother to a many sons,
Whilf, in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts, 30 A beauty-waning and distressed widow,
(Which here we waken to our country's good) Even in the afternoon of her best days,
The noble isle doth want her proper limbs; Made prize and purchase of his wanton eye,
Her face defac'd with scars of infamy,

Seduc'd the pitch and height of all his thoughts
Her royal stock graft with ignoble plants,

To base declention and loath'd bigamy :
And almost shoulder'd 1 in the swallowing gulph 135 By her, in his unlawful bed, he got
Of dark forgetfulness and deep oblivion.

This Edward, whom our manners call the prince.
Which to recure ?, we heartily solicit

More bitterly could I expostulate,
Your gracious self to take on you the charge Save that, for reverence to some alive,
And kingly government of this your land : I give a sparing limit to my tangue.
Not as protector, steward, substitute,

40 Then, good my lord, take to your royal self
Or lowly factor for another's gain;

This proffer'd benefit of dignity :
But as successively, from blood co blood, If not to bless us and the land withal,
Your right of birth, your empery, your own, Yet to draw forth your noble ancestry
For this, consorted with the citizens,

From the corruption of abusing time,
Your very worshipful and loving friends,
145 Unto a lineal true-derived course.

And by their vehement instigation,

Mayor. Do, good my lord; your citizens entreat
In this just suit come I to move your grace.

Buck. Refuse not, mighty lord, this profferid
. I cannot tell, if to depart in silence,

Or bitterly to speak in your reproof,

Cates. 0, make them joyful, grant their lawful
Beft fitteth my degree, or your condition :

50 Gls. Alas, why would you heap these cares on me?

, not to answer, you might haply think, I am unfit for state and majesty :-
Tongue-ty'd ambition, not replying, yielded

I do beleech you, take it not amifs ;
To bear the golden yoke of sovereignty,

I cannot, nor I will not, yield to you.
Which fondly you would here impose on me ;

Buck. If you refuse it was in love and zeal,
li to reprove you for this fuit of yours,

55 Loth to depose the child, your brother's son ;
So season'd with your faithful love to me,

As well we know your tenderness of heart,
Then, on the other side, I check'd my friends,

And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse 3,
Therefore,—to speak, and to avoid the first;

Which we have noted in you to your kindred.
And then, in speaking, not to incur the latt,-

And equally, indeed, to all eftates,-
60 Yet know, whe'r you accept our suit or no,

Your brother's son shall never reign our king;
But we will plant some other in the throne,

To the disgrace and downfal of your house.
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Definitively thus I answer you.
U'ameritable, shuns your high request.
Firite if all obstacles were cut away,

And, in this resolution, here we leave you; {From all the impure blots and stains thereof;
Come, citizens, we will entreat no more. (Exeunt. For God doth know, and you may partly fee,
Cates. Call them again, sweet prince, accept How far I am from the desire of this.
their suit;

Mayor. God bless your grace! we see it, and If you deny them, all the land will rue it.


will say it. Glo. Will you enforce me to a world of cares? Glo. In faying so, you Mall but say the truth. Well, call them again; I am not made of stone, Buck. Then I salute you with this royal title

[Exit Carefby. Long live king Richard, England's worthy king! But penetrable to your kind entreaties,

All. Amen. Albeit against my conscience and my soul.

Buck.To-morrow may it please you to be crown'd? Re-enter Buckingham, and the reft.

Glo. Even when you please, for you will have itfo. Cousin of Buckingham,mand sage, grave men, Buck. To-morrow then we will attend your grace; Since you will buckle fortune on my back, And fo, most joyfully, we take our leave. To bear her burden, whe'r I will or no,

Glo. [To the Clergymen.] Come, let us to our holy I must have patience to endure the load : 151

work again :But if black scandal, or foul-fac'd reproach, Farewel, good cousin;—farewel, gentle friends. Attend the sequel of your imposition,

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am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me. Before the Tower.

[Exit Brakenbury,

Enter Stanley. Enter the Queen, Dutchess of York, and Marquis of 30 Stan. Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence

Dorset, as one door ; Anne Durcbefs of Glofter, And I'll salute your grace of York as mother, leading Lady Margaret Plantagenet, Clarence's

And reverend looker-on, of two fair queens. young daugbter, at the other,

Come, madam, you must straight to Westminster, HO meets us here?-my niece

[To the Dutchess of Glofter, Plantagenet,

35 There to be crowned Richard's royal queen. Led in the hand of her kind aunt of Glofter ? Queen. Ah, cut my lace afunder! Now, for my life, The's wand’ring to the Tower, That my pent heart may have fome scope to beat, On pure heart's love, to greet the tender prince. Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news. Daughter, well met.

Anne. Despightful tidings! O unpleafing news ! Anne. God give your graces both

140 Dor. Be of good chear :-Mother, how fares your A happy and a joyful time of day! [away

grace? Queen. As much to you, good fister! Whither Queen. O Dorset, speak not to me, get thee gone,

Anne. No further than the Tower; and, as I guess, Death and destruction dog thee at the heels; Upon the like devotion as yourselves,

Thy mother's name is ominous to children: To gratulate the gentle princes there. [ther : 45 If thou wilt out-strip death, go cross the seas, Queen. Kind filter, thanks; we'll enter all toge And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell. Enter Brakenbury.

Go, hie thee, hie thee from this Naughter-house, And, in good time, here the lieutenant comes. Left thou encrease the number of the dead; Mafter lieutenant, pray you, by your leave, And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curs@gm How doth the prince, and my young son of York ? 5 Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen

Brak. Right well, dear madam : By your patience, Stanl. Full of wise care is this your counsel, I may not fuffer you to visit them;

madam : The king hath strictly charg'd the contrary. Take all the swift advantage of the hours: Queen. The king! who's that ?

You shall have letters from me to my son Brak. I mean, the lord protector. [title ! 55 in your behalf, to meet you on the way :

Queen. The lord protect him from that kingly Be not ta'cn tardy by unwise delay. Hath he set bounds between their love and me? Dutcb. O ill-disperfing wind of misery I am their mother, Who shall bar me from them? O my accursed womb, the bed of death;

Durch. I am their father's mother, I will see them. A cockatrice haft thou hatch'd to the world, Anne. Their aunt am I in law, in love their mo-60 Whose unavoided eye is murderous ! ther :

Stanl. Come, madam, come; Iin all haste was sent. Then bring me to their fights ; I'll bear thy blame, Anne. And I with all unwillingness will go. And take thy office from thee, on my peril. O, would to God, that the inclusive verge

Brak. No, madam, no, I may not leave it fo; Of golden metal, that must round my brow,



Were red-hot steel, to fear me to the brain?! And thy assistance, is king Richard seated :-
Anointed let me be with deadly venom;

But thall we wear these glories for a day?
And die, ere men can say—God save the queen! Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?

Qurer. Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory; Buck. Still live they, and for ever let them last! To feed my humour, with thyself no harm. 5 K. Ricb. Ah, Buckingham, now do I play the Asse. No! why?-When he, that is my hur

touch 3, band now,

To try if thou be current gold, indeed : [speak. Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse; [hands, Young Edward lives;Think now what I would When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his Buck. Say on, my loving lord. Which issued from my other angel husband,

K. Ricb. Why, Buckingham, I say, I would be And that dead faint which then I weeping follow'd;

king. O, when, I say, I look'd on Richard's face,

Buck. Why, so you are, my thrice-renowned liege. This was my wish,- Be thou, quoth I, accurs'd, K. Rich. Ha! am I king?' 'tis fo: but Edward For making me, so young, jo old a wideo!

Buck. True, noble prince.

[lives. 4d, ben thou wed fi, let serrow haunt thy bed; 15 K. Rich. O bitter consequence, And be roy wife (if any be jo mad)

That Edward ftill should live--true! noble prince!-Mise mijerable by the life of thee,

Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull :Tess theu baji made me by my dear lurd's deatb! Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead; Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again,

And I would have it fuddenly perform’d. Even in so short a space, my woman's heart 20 What fay'st thou now? speak suddenly, be brief. Grossly grew captive to his honey words,

Buck. Your grace may do your pleasure. And prov'd the subject of mine own soul's curse : K. Rich. Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness Which ever fince hath held mine eyes from rest;

freezes : For never yet one hour in his bed

Say, have I thy consent, that they shall die? Did I enjoy the golden dew of Neep,

251 Buck. Give me some breath, some little pause, But with his timorous dreams was still awak'd. Before I positively speak in this : [dear lord, Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick; I will resolve your grace immediately. And will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me.

[Exit Buckingbam. Queer. Poor heart, adieu ; I pity thy complaining. Cates. The king is angry; see, he gnaws his lip. Aane. No more than with my soul I mourn for 30 K. Rich. I will converse with iron-witted fools; yours.

And unrespective 4 boys; none are for me, Dr. Farewel, thou woful welcomer of glory! That look into me with confiderate eyes :Aene. Adieu, poor soul, that tak'st thy leave of it! High-reaching Buckingham grows circumspect. Dutcb. Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune Boy, guide thee! [To Dorset. 35 Page. My lord.

[gold Gothou to Richard, and good angels tend thee! - K.Ricb. Know'st thou not any, whom ccrrupting

[To Anne. Would tempt unto a close exploit 5 of death? Co thou to sanctuary, and good thoughts poffers Page. I know a difcontented gentleman, thee!

{To the Queen. Whole humble means match not his haughty mind: Ito my grave, where peace and reft lie with me! 40 Gold were as good as twenty orators, Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen,

And will, no doubt, tempt him to any thing. And each hour's joy wreck'd with a week of teen?. K. Ricb. What is his name? zett. Stay yet; louk back, with me, unto the Page. His name, my lord, is- Tyrrel. Tower

K. Rich. I partly know the man; Go, call him Pity, you antient fones, those tender babes, 451

hither, boy.

[Exit bog. Whom envy hath immurd within your walls ! The deep-revolving witty Buckingham Rough cradle for such little pretty ones!

No more shall be the neighbour to my counsels: Rude ragged nurse! old sullen play-fellow Hath he so long held out with me untird, For tender princes, use my babies well!

And stops he now for breath? ---Well, be it fo. So foolish forrow bids your stones farewel. 501

Enter Stanley.
[Exeunt. How now, lord Stapley? what's the news?

Stan. Know, my loving lord,
Tbe Court.

The marquis Dorset, as I hear, is nied Fleerib of trumpets. Enter Richard, as King, Buck To Richmond, in the parts where he abides. ingbam, Catefry, a Page, and orbers.

55 K. Rich. Come hither, Catesby: rumour it K. Ricb. Stand all apart.-Cousin of Bucking

abroad, Buck. My gracious sovereign. [ham That Anne my wife is very grievous fick; K. Ricb. Give me thy hand. Thus high, by thy I will take order for her keeping close. advice,

Enquire me out fome mean-born gentleman, * This seems to allude to the ancient mode of punishing a regicide, viz. by placing a crown of iron heated red-hot, upon his head. 2 i. e. sorrow. 3 To play ibe touch means, to represent the

4 i. e. inattentive, inconsiderate. 5 i. e. secret act. Witty implies in this place jutir, or cunning. A wit was not in our author's time employed to signify a man of fancy, but was wed for widem or judgment. Uu



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