And give them leave to fly, that will not stay; [exeunt. SCENE IV. THE SAME. ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD. Excursions. Enter Richard and Clifford. Rich. Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone: Suppose, this arm is for the duke of York, And this for Rutland; both bound to revenge, Wert thou environ'd with a brazen wall. Cliff Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone: This is the hand that stabb'd thy father York, And this the hand that slew thy brother Rutland; And here's the heart, that triumphs in their death, And cheers these hands, that slew thy sire and To execute the like upon thyself; [brother, And so, have at thee. [they fight. Warwick enters; Clifford flies. Rich. Nay, Warwick, single out some other chase; For I myself will hunt this wolf to death. SCENE V. ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD. Alarum. Enter King Henry. [exe. K. Hen. This battle fares like to the morning's war When dying clouds contend with growing light; So many days my ewes have been with young; Pass'd over to the end they were created, Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade Son. Ill blows the wind, that profits no-body.- K. Hen. O piteous spectacle! O bloody times! Whilst lions war, and battle for their dens, Poor harmless lambs abide their enmity.Weep, wretched man, I'll aid thee tear for tear; And let our hearts, and eyes, like civil war, Be blind with tears, and break o'ercharg'd with grief. Enter a Father who has killed his Son, with the body in his arms. Fath. Thou that so stoutly bath resisted me, Ah, no, no, no, it is mine only son!- K. Hen. Woe above woe! grief more than common grief! O, that my death would stay these ruthful deeds! The fatal colours of our striving houses: Mis-think the king, and not be satisfied? Son. Was ever son, so ru'd a father's death? Much is your sorrow; mine, ten times so much. My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre; Prince. Fly, father, fly! for all your friends are fled, And Warwick rages like a chafed bull; Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit. Q. Mar. Mount you, my lord, towards Ber- Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed; K. Hen. Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Not that I fear to stay, but love to go [Exeter; Whither the queen intends. Forward; away! [ex. SCENE VI. THE SAME. A loud Alarum. Enter Clifford, wounded. Cliff. Here burns my candle out, ay, here it dies, Which, while it lasted, gave king Henry light. That Phaeton should check thy fiery steeds, Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds; The faints. [Clifford groans, and dies. Edw. Whose soul is that which takes her heavy leave? [parting. Rich. A deadly groan, like life and death's deEdw. See who it is: and, now the battle's ended, If friend, or foe, let him be gently us'd. ['Clifford ; Rich. Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth, But set his murdering knife unto the root, From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring, I mean, our princely father, duke of York. War. From off the gates of York fetch down the head, Geo. If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words, Rich. Clifford, ask mercy, and obtain no grace. Edw. Clifford, repent in bootless penitence. War. Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults. Geo. While we devise fell tortures for thy faults. Rich. Thou didst love York, and I am son to York. Edw. Thou pitied'st Rutland, I will pity thee. Geo. Where's cpatain Margaret, to fence you now? War. They mock thee, Clifford ! swear as thou wast wont. Rich. What, not an oath? nay, then the world goes hard, When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath :- Stifle the villain, whose unstaunched thirst ACT SCENE I. A CHASE IN THE NORTH OF ENGLAND. Enter two Keepers, with cross-bows in their hands. 1 Keep. Under this thick-grown brake we'll shroud ourselves; For through this laund anon the deer will come; And in this covert will we make our stand, Culling the principal of all the deer, [shoot. 2 Keep. I'll stay above the hill, so both may 1 Keep That cannot be, the noise of thy crossWill scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost. [bow Here stand we both, and aim we at the best; And, for the time shall not seem tedious, I'll tell thee what befell me on a day, In this self-place where now we mean to stand. 2 Keep. Here comes a man, let's stay till he be past. Enter King Henry, disguised, with a prayer-book. K. Hen. From Scotland am I stol'n, even of pure love, To greet mine own land with my wishful sight. No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine; Thy place is fill'd, thy sceptre wrung from thee, Thy balm wash'd off, wherewith thou wast anointed: No bending knee will call thee Cæsar now, No humble suitors press to speak for right, No, not a man comes for redress of thee; For how can I help them, and not myself? 1 Keep. Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee: This is the quondam king; let's seize upon him. K. Hen. Let me embrace these sour adversities; For wise men say, it is the wisest course. [him. 2 Keep. Why linger we? let us lay hands upon 1 Keep. Forbear awhile; we'll hear a little [for aid; K. Hen. My queen, and son, are gone to France And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick Is thither goue, to crave the French king's sister more. And now to London with triumphant march, And then to Brittany I'll cross the sea, Rich. Let me be duke of Clarence; George, of Gloster; For Gloster's dukedom is too ominous. III. To wife for Edward: if this news be truc, more: 2 Keep. Say, what art thou, that talk'st of kings and queens? [was born to: K. Hen. More than I seem, and less than I A man at least, for less I should not be : And men may talk of kings, and why not I? 2 Keep. Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a king. [enough. K. Hen. Why, so I am, in mind; and that's 2 Keep. But, if thou be a king, where is thy [head; crown? K. Hen. My crown is in my heart, not on my Not deck'd with diamonds, and Indian stones, Nor to be seen: my crown is call'd, content; A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy. 2 Keep. Well, if you be a king crown'd with May it please your highness to resolve me now; And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me. content, Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear K. Hen. So would you be again to Henry, Keep. We charge you, in God's name, and in To go with us unto the officers. [the king's, K. Hen. In God's name, lead; your king's name be obey'd: And what God will, then let your king perform; And what he will, I humbly yield unto. [ereunt. SCENE II. LONDON. A ROOM IN THE PALACE. Enter King Edward, Gloster, Clarence, & Lady Grey. [field K. Edw. Brother of Gloster, at St. Albans This lady's husband, sir John Grey, was slain, His lands then seiz'd on by the conqueror : Her suit is now, to repossess those lands; Which we in justice cannot well deny, Because in quarrel of the house of York The worthy gentleman did lose his life. Glo. Your highness shall do well to grant her It were dishonour, to deny it her. I [suit; [pause. K. Edw. It were no less; but yet I'll make a Glo. Yea, is it so? [aside to Clar. see, the lady bath a thing to grant, Before the king will grant her humble suit. Clar. He knows the game; how true he keeps the wind. [aside. [aside. Glo. Silence! K. Edw. Widow, we will consider of your suit; And come some other time, to know our mind. L. Grey. Right gracious Lord, I cannot brook delay: [aside. [then. K. Edw. 'Twere pity, they should lose their father's land. L. Grey. Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it K. Edw. Lords, give us leave; I'll try this widow's wit. [have leave, Glo. Ay, good leave have you; for you will Till youth take leave, and leave you to the crutch. [Gloster and Clarence retire to the other side. K. Edw. Now tell me, madam, do you love your children? L. Grey. Ay, full as dearly as I love myself. K. Edw. And would you not do much, to do them good? [some harm. L. Grey. To do them good, I would sustain K. Edw. Then get your husband's lands, to do them good. L. Grey. Therefore I came unto your majesty. K. Edw. I'll tell you how these lands are to be got. [ness' service. L. Grey. So shall you bind me to your highK. Edw. What service wilt thou do me, if I give them? L. Grey. What you command, that rests in [boon. me to do. K. Edw. But you will take exceptions to my L. Grey. No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it. [to ask. K. Edw. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean L. Grey. Why, then I will do what your grace commands. Glo. He plies her hard; and much rain wears the marble. [aside. Clar. As red as fire! nay, then her wax must [aside. melt. L. Grey. Why stops my lord? shall I not hear, my task? K. Edw. An easy task; 'tis but to love a king, L. Grey. That's soon perform'd, because I am a subject. K. Edw. Why then, thy husband's land I freely give thee. [thanks. L. Grey. I take my leave, with many thousand Glo. The match is made; she seals it with a (I mean. curt'sy. K. Edw. But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I. Grey. The fruits of love I mean, my loving llege. K. Edw. Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense. What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get? L. Grey. My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers; That love, which virtue begs, and virtue grants. K. Edw. No, by my troth, I did not mean such love. [you did. L. Grey. Why, then you mean not as I thought K. Edw. But now you partly may perceive my mind. [perceive L. Grey. My mind will never grant what I Your highness aims at, if I aim aright. K. Edw. To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee. [prison. L. Grey. To tell you plain, I had rather lie in K. Edw. Why then thou shalt not have thy husband's lands. [dower; L. Grey. Why, then mine honesty shall be my For by that loss I will not purchase them. K. Edw. Therein thou wrong'st thy children mightily. [them and me. L. Grey. Herein your highness wrongs both But, mighty lord. this merry inclination Accords not with the sadness of my suit; Please you dismiss me, either with ay, or no. K. Edw. Ay; if thou wilt say ay, to my reNo; if thou dost say no, to my demand. [quest: L. Grey. Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an end. Glo. The widow likes him not, she knits her K. Edw. [aside.] Her looks do argue her re- Her words do show her wit incomparable ;* K. Edw. No more, than when my daughters Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children; [aside. Clar. When he was made a shriver, 'twas for shift. [aside. K. Edw. Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had. Glo. The widow likes it not, for she looks sad. K. Edw. You'd think it strange, if I should [marry her. K. Edw. Why, Clarence, to myself. [least. Glo. That would be ten days' wonder, at the Clar. That's a day longer than a wonder lasts. Glo. By so much is the wonder in extremes. K. Edw. Well, jest on, brothers: I can tell you both, Her suit is granted for her husband's lands. Nob. My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken, And brought your prisoner to your palace gate. K. Elw. See, that he be convey'd unto the Tower : And go we, brothers, to the man that took hi [exeunt K. Edw. L. Grey, Clar. and Lord. Glo. Ay, Edward will use women honourably. 'Would he were wasted, marrow, bones, and all, That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring, To cross me from the golden time I look for! And yet, between my soul's desire, and me, (The lustful Edward's title buried,) Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward, And all the unlook'd-for issue of their bodies, To take their rooms, ere I can place myself: A cold premeditation for my purpose! Why, then I do but dream on sovereignty; Like one that stands upon a promontory, And spies a far-off shore, where he would tread, Wishing his foot were equal with his eye; And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,. Saying-he'll lade it dry to have his way: So do I wish the crown, being so far off; And so I chide the means that keep me from it; And so I say I'll cut the causes off, Flattering me with impossibilities.My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much, Unless my hand and strength could equal them. Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard; What other pleasure can the world afford? I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap, And deck my body in gay ornaments, And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks. O miserable thought! and more unlikely, Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns! Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb: And, for I should not deal in her soft laws, She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub ; To make an envious mountain on my back, Where sits deformity to mock my body; To shape my legs of an unequal size; To disproportion me in every part, Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp, That carries no impression like the dam. And am I then a man to be belov'd? O, monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought! Then, since this earth affords no joy to me, But to command, to check, to o'erbear such As are of better person than myself, I'll make my heaven-to dream upon the crown; And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell, Until my mis-shap'd trunk that bears this head, Be round impaled with a glorious crown |