O thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes,— K. Rich. But didst thou see them dead? K. Rich. And buried, gentle Tyrrel? Tyr. The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them; But where, to say the truth, I do not know. K. Rich. Come to me, Tyrrel, soon, at after supper, When thou shalt tell the process of their death. Tyr. I humbly take my leave. [Exit. K. Rich. The son of Clarence have I pen'd up close; His daughter meanly have I match'd in marriage; Is in the field, and still his power increaseth. K. Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me more near, Than Buckingham and his rash-levied strength. SCENE IV.—The same. Before the Palace. Q. Mar. So, now prosperity begins to mellow, A dire induction am I witness to, And will to France; hoping, the consequence here? Duch. So many miseries have crazed my voice, That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute,Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? Q. Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet, Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. Q. Eliz. Wilt thou, O God, fly from such gentle lambs, And throw them in the entrails of the wolf? When didst thou sleep, when such a deed was done? Q. Mar. When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. Duch. Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal-living ghost, Woe's scene, world's shame, grave's due by life usurp'd, Brief abstract and record of tedious days, As thou canst yield a melancholy seat; [Sitting down by her. "Sitting down with them. Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine:I had an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him; I had a husband, till a Richard kill'd him: Thou hadst an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him; Thou hadst a Richard, till a Richard kill'd him. Duch. I had a Richard too, and thou didst kill him; I had a Rutland too, thou holp'st to kill him. kill'd him. From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept venge, Edward; And now I cloy me with beholding it. Q. Eliz. O, thou didst prophecy, the time would come, That bottled spider, that foul bunch-back'd toad. fortune; I call'd thee then, poor shadow, painted queen; • Seniority. Thrown in to boot. + Companion. Indexes were anciently placed at the begin ning of books Flaring. A sign of dignity, a breath, a bubble; Where be thy two sons? Wherein dost thou joy? queen? Where be the bending peers that flatter'd thee? Farewell, York's wife, and queen of sad mis chance, These English woes shall make me smile in France. Q. Eliz. O thou well skill'd in curses, stay a while, And teach me how to curse mine enemies. Q. Mar. Forbear to sleep the night, and fast the day; Compare dead happiness with living woe; Q. Eliz. My words are dull, O, quicken them with thine! Q. Mar. Thy woes will make them sharp, and pierce like mine. [Exit Q. Margaret. Duch. Why should calamity be full of words? Q. Eliz. Windy attorneys to their client woes, Airy succeeders of intestate joys, Poor breathing orators of miseries! Let them have scope: though what they do impart Help nothing else, yet do they ease the heart. Duch. If so, then be not tongue-tied: go with me, And in the breath of bitter words let's smother My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd. [Drum, within. I hear his drum,-be copious in exclaims. Enter King RICHARD, and his Train, marching. K. Rich. Who intercepts me in my expedition? Duch. O, she, that might have intercepted thee, By strangling thee in her accursed womb, From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done. Q. Eliz. Hidest thou that forehead with a golden crown, Where should be branded, if that right were right, The slaughter of the prince that owed that crown, And the dire death of my poor sons, and brothers? Tell me, thou villain-slave, where are my children? Duch. Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy brother Clarence? And little Ned Plantagenet, his son? Q. Eliz. Where is the gentle Rivers, Vaughan, Grey? Duch. Where is kind Hastings? K. Rich. A flourish, trumpets!-Strike alarum, drums! Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Rail on the Lord's anointed: Strike, I say. K. Rich. Do, then; but I'll not hear. Duch. Art thou so hasty? I have staid for thee, God knows, in torment and in agony. K. Rich. And came I not at last to comfort you? Duch. No, by the holy rood, thou know'st it well, Thou camest on earth to make the earth my hell. rious; Thy prime of manhood, daring, bold, and venturous; Thy age confirm'd, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody, More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred: What comfortable hour canst thou name, That ever graced me in thy company? K. Rich. 'Faith, none, but Humphrey Hour, that call'd your grace To break fast once, forth of my company. Let me march on, and not offend you, madam.- Duch. I pr'ythee, hear me speak. For I shall never speak to thee again. Duch. Either thou wilt die, by God's just ordinance, Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; Q. Elia. Though far more cause, yet much less spirit to curse Abides in me; I say amen to her. [Going. K. Rich. Stay, Madam, I must speak a word with you. Q. Eliz. I have no more sons of the royal blood, For thee to murder: for my daughters, Richard,— They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; And therefore level not to hit their lives. K. Rich. You have a daughter call'd-Elizabeth, Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious. Q. Eliz. And must she die for this? O, let her live, And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty! blood. Q. Eliz. To save her life, I'll say-she is not so. K. Rich. Lo, at their births good stars were opposite. Q. Eliz. No, to their lives bad friends were contrary. K. Rich. All unavoided ‡ is the doom of destiny. Q. Eliz. True, when avoided grace makes destiny: My babes were destined to a fairer death, cousins. Q. Eliz. Cousins, indeed; and by their uucle cozen'd Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. + Touchy, fretful. § Constant My tongue should to thy ears not name iny boys, | Endured of her, for whom you bid like sorrow, Till that my nails were anchor'd in thine eyes; And I, in such a desperate bay of death, Like a poor bark, of sails and tackling reft, K. Rich. Madam, so thrive I in my enterprize, And dangerous success of bloody wars, As I intend more good to you and yours. Your children were vexation to your youth, Q. Eliz. What good is cover'd with the face of This fair alliance quickly shall call home To be discover'd, that can do me good? K. Rich. The advancement of your children, gentle lady. Q. Eliz. Up to some scaffold, there to lose their heads? K. Rich. No, to the dignity and height of fortune, The high imperial type of this earth's glory *. Q. Eliz. Flatter my sorrows with report of it; Tell me, what state, what dignity, what honour, Canst thou demise to any child of mine? K. Rich. Even all I have; ay, and myself and all, Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs, kindness Last longer telling than thy kindness' date. K. Rich. Then know, that, from my soul, I love thy daughter. Q. Eliz. My daughter's mother thinks it with her soul. K. Rich. What do you think? Q. Eliz. That thou dost love my daughter from thy soul: So, from thy soul's love didst thou love her brothers; K. Rich. Even he, that makes her queen; who else should be? Q. Elis. What, thou? K. Rich. Even so: What think you of it, Madam? As one being best acquainted with her humour. Q. Eliz. Send to her, by the man that slew her trothers; A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave, Q. Eliz. There is no other way; K. Rich. Say, that I did all this for love of her? Q. Eliz. Nay, then indeed, she cannot choose but have thee, Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes, To high promotions and great dignity: Of ten-times-double gain of happiness. Would be her lord? Or shall I say, her uncle? K. Rich. Infer fair England's peace by this alliance. Q. Eliz. Which she shall purchase with still lasting war. K. Rich. Tell, her the king, that may command, entreats. Q. Eliz. That at her hands, which the king's King forbids. K.Rich. Say, she shall be a high and mighty queen. K. Rich. As long as heaven, and nature lengthens it. K. Rich. Be eloquent in my behalf to her. Q. Eliz. An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. K. Rich. Then, in plain terms, tell her my loving tale. Q. Eliz. By nothing; for this is no oath. Q. Eliz. 'Tis full of thy foul wrongs. In the Levitical Law, chap. xviii. 14. K. Rich. Then, by myself,- Q. Eliz. God's wrong is most of all. K. Rich. By the time to come. Q. Eliz. That thou hast wronged in the time o'erpast; For I myself have many tears to wash Hereafter time, for time past, wrong'd by thee. The children live, whose parents thou hast slaughter'd, Ungovern'd youth, to wail it in their age: Old barren plants, to wail it with their age. K. Rich. As I intend to prosper, and repent! Day, yield me not thy light; nor, night, thy rest! To my proceeding, if, with pure heart's love, I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter! Q. Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus? Q. Eliz. But thou didst kill my children. K. Rich. But in your daughter's womb I bury them: Where, in that nest of spicery t, they shall breed Selves of themselves, to your recomforture. Q. Eliz. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will? K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the deed. Q. Eliz. I go.-Write to me very shortly, And you shall understand from me her mind. K. Rich, Bear her my true love's kiss, and so farewell. [Kissing her.—Exit Q. Eli abeth. Relenting fool, and shallow, changing woman! How now? What news? Enter RATCLIFF; CATESBY following. Ratcliff, thyself,- or Catesby, where is he? K. Rich. Catesby, fly to the duke. Cate. I will, my lord, with all convenient haste. K. Rich. Ratcliff, come hither: post to Salisbury When thou comest thither,-Dull unmindful villain, [To Catesby Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the duke? Cate. First, mighty liege, tell me your highness' pleasure, What from your grace I shall deliver to him. K. Rich. O, true, good Catesby;-Bid him levy straight [Exit. The greatest strength and power he can make, And meet me suddenly at Salisbury. Cate. I go. Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at Salisbury? K. Rich. Why, what wouldst thou do there, be fore I go? Rat. Your highness told me I should post before. Enter STANLEY. K. Rich. My mind is changed.-Stanley, what news with you? Stan. None, good my liege, to please you with the hearing; Nor none so bad, but well may be reported. K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle! Neither good nor bad! What need'st thou run so many miles about When thou may'st tell thy tale the nearest way? Once more, what news? Stan. Richmond is on the seas. K. Rich. There let him sink, and be the seas on him! White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there? Stan. Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and He makes for England, here to claim the crown. K. Rich. Is the chair empty? Is the sword un sway'd? And every hour more competitors 3 Mess. My lord, the army of great Buckinghain K. Rich. Out on ye, owls! Nothing but songs of death? [He strikes him. There, take thou that, till thou bring better news. 3 Mess. The news I have to tell your majesty, Is,-that, by sudden floods and fall of waters, Buckingham's army is dispersed and scatter'd; And he himself wander'd away alone, No man knows whither. K. Rich. O, I cry you mercy : • Associates. There is my purse, to cure that blow of thine. Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd Reward to him that brings the traitor in? This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul, 3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made, my Hath turn'd my feigned prayer on my head, liege. Enter another MESSENGER. 4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Dorset, 'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. If not to fight with foreign enemies, That, in the sty of this most bloody boar, Stan. What men of name resort to him? Chris. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier; Sir Gilbert Talbot, Sir William Stanley; Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt, And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew; And many other of great fame and worth: And towards London do they bend their course, If by the way they be not fought withal. Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend me to him; Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter. These letters will resolve him of my mind. Farewell. [Gives Papers to Sir Christopher. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I.-Salisbury.—An open Place. Enter the SHERIFF, and Guard, with BUCKINGHAM, ted to Execution. Buck. Will not king Richard let me speak with him? Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient. Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward, Do through the clouds behold this present hour, Buck. Why then, All-Souls' day is my body's doomsday. This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, • Force + Chaplain to the countess of Richmond. A sty in which hogs are set apart for fattening. And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest. SCENE II.-Plain near Tamworth. Enter, with Drum and Colours, RICHMOND, OXFORD, Sir JAMES BLUNT, Sir WALTER HERBERT, and others, with Forces, marching. Richm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, Bruised underneath the yoke of tyranny, In your embowell'd bosoms,-this foul swine Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand power. [Exeunt. K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that account. Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength, Which they upon the adverse faction want.Up with the tent.-Come, noble gentlemen, Let us survey the 'vantage of the ground ;Call for some men of sound direction:Let's want no discipline, make no delay; For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day. Enter, on the other side of the Field, RICHMOND, Sir WILLIAM BRANDON, OXFORD, and other Lords. Some of the Soldiers pitch RICHMOND'S Tent. Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden set, And by the bright track of his fiery car, Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.— Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard. Give me some ink and paper in my tent ;I'll draw the form and model of our battle, • Injurious practice |