Sc. I ACT II K. EDW. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death, But for my brother not a man would speak, all 120 130 Nor I, ungracious, speak unto myself Look'd pale when they did hear of Clarence' death? God will revenge it. But, come, let us in, To comfort Edward with our company. 140 [exeunt. ACT II Sc. II SCENE II. The Palace. Enter the DUCHESS OF YORK, with the two Children of CLARENCE. BOY. Tell us, good Grandam, is our father dead? DUCH. No, Boy. Boy. Why do you weep so oft, and beat your breast, GIRL. Why do you look on us, and shake your head, If that our noble father be alive? DUCH. My pretty Cousins, you mistake me much; I do lament the sickness of the King, As loth to lose him; not your father's death: It were lost sorrow to wail one that's lost. Boy. Then, Grandam, you conclude that he is dead. God will revenge it; Whom I will importune With daily prayers all to that effect. GIRL. And so will I. ΙΟ DUCH. Peace, Children, peace! the King doth love you well: Incapable and shallow Innocents, You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death. Boy. Grandam, we can; for my good uncle Gloucester Told me, the King, provok'd to 't by the Queen, Devis'd impeachments to imprison him : And, when my uncle told me so, he wept, 21 And hugg'd me in his arm, and kindly1 kiss'd my cheek; And he would love me dearly as his child. DUCH. O, that Deceit should steal such gentle shapes, And with a virtuous vizard hide foul guile! He is my son; yea, and therein my shame; Boy. I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this? Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit. 30 1 kinsmanlike. 74 ACT II Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, with her hair about her ears; Q. ELIZ. O, who shall hinder me to wail and weep, To chide my fortune, and torment myself? DUCH. What means this scene of rude impatience? Edward, my Lord, your Son, our King, is dead! 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 And hast the comfort of thy children left thee: But Death hath snatch'd my husband from mine arms, And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble limbs, (Thine being but a moiety of my grief) To over-go thy plaints, and drown thy cries! Boy. Good Aunt, you wept not for our father's death : Q. ELIZ. Give me no help in lamentation; 40 59 50 60 Sc. II May send forth plenteous tears to drown the World! 70 ACT II O for my husband, for my dear Lord Edward! CHILDREN. O 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. CHILDREN. What stay had we but Clarence? and he's gone. DUCH. What stays had I but they? and they are gone. Alas, I am the mother of these moans! I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: I for an Edward weep, so do not they : Alas, you Three, on me, threefold distress'd, RIV. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother, Of the young Prince your son: send straight for Let him be crown'd; in him your comfort lives : Enter GLOUCESTER, BUCKINGHAM, DERBY, HASTINGS GLOU. Sister, have comfort: all of us have cause 1 individual, special and peculiar. VI: F 2 exacts. 41 80 90 100 ACT II Sc. II 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! GLOU. Amen; [aside.] and make me die a good old man! I marvel why her Grace did leave it out. BUCK. You cloudy Princes and heart-sorrowing Peers, Now cheer each other in each other's love. 120 RIV. Why with some little train, my Lord of Buckingham? BUCK. Marry, my Lord, lest, by a multitude, The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out; By how much the Estate is green, and yet ungovern'd To no apparent likelihood of breach, Which haply by much company might be urg'd: That it is meet so few should fetch the Prince. GLOU. Then be it so; and go we to determine 130 140 Who they shall be that straight shall post to Lud |