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Now, for my life, she's wand'ring to the Tower,
God give your graces both
away? Anne. No further than the Tower; and, as I
guess, Upon the like devotion as yourselves, To gratulate the gentle princes there. Q. Eliz. Kind sister, thanks; we'll enter all to
And, in good time, here the lieutenant comes.-
Brak. Right well, dear madam: By your patience,
I mean, the lord protector. Q. Eliz. The Lord protect him from that kingly
title! Hath he set bounds between their love, and me? I am their mother, who shall bar me from them?
Duch. I am their father's mother, I will see them.
mother: Then bring me to their sights; I'll bear thy blame, And take thy office from thee, on thy peril.
Brak. No, madam, no, I may not leave it so; I am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me.
stan. Lehence sur grace of two
And I'll salute your grace of York as mother,
[To the Duchess of Gloster. There to be crowned Richard's royal queen.
Q. Eliz. Ah, cut my lace asunder!
Anne. Despiteful tidings! O unpleasing news!
Duch. O ill-dispersing wind of misery! -
Stan. Come, madam, come; I in all haste was sent.
Anne. And I with all unwillingness will go. O, would to God, that the inclusive verge
Of golden metal, that must round my brow,
Q. Eliz. Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory;
now, Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse; When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his
hands, Which issu'd from my other angel husband, And that dead saint which then I weeping follow'd; O, when, I say, I look'd on Richard's face, This was my wish,-Be thou, quoth I, accurs'd, For making me, so young, so old a widow ! And, when thou weđ'st, let sorrow haunt thy bed; And be thy wife (if any be so mad) More miserable by the life of thee, Than thou hast made me by my dear lord's death! Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again, Even in so short a space, my woman's heart Grossly grew captive to his honey words, And prov'd the subject of mine own soul's curse: Which ever since hath held mine eyes from rest; For never yet one hour in his bed Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep, But with his timorous dreams4 was still awak'd. Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick; And will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me.
Q. Eliz. Poor heart, adieu; I pity thy complaining.
3 Were red-hot steel, to sear me to the brain!] She seems to al. lude to the ancient mode of punishing a regicide, or any other egregious criminal, viz. by placing a crown of iron, heated redhot, upon his head.
* But with his timorous dreams-] 'Tis recorded by Polydore Virgil, that Richard was frequently disturbed by terrible dreams : this is therefore no fiction. Johnson.
Anne. No more than with my soul I mourn for
yours. Dor. Farewell, thou woful welcomer of glory! Anne. Adieu, poor soul, that tak'st thy leave of it! Duch. Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune guide thee!
[To DORSET. Go thou to Richard, and good angels tend thee!
[To Anne. Go thou to sanctuary, and good thoughts possess thee!
[To Q. ELIZABETH. I to my grave, where peace and rest lie with me! Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, And each hour's joy wreck'd with a week of teen.”
Q. Eliz. Stay yet; look back, with me, unto the
Go thon guide thee!_chmond, and go
Q. Elizo Tower.
Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes,
A Room of State in the Palace.
Flourish of Trumpets. RICHARD, as King upon
his Throne; BUCKINGHAM, CATESBY, a Page,
5 And each hour's joy wreck'd with a week of teen.] Teen is sorrow.
K. Rich. Give me thy hand. Thus high, by thy
Buck. Still live they, and for ever let them last!
touch, To try if thou be current gold, indeed: Young Edward lives;—Think now what I would
speak. Buck. Say on, my loving lord. K. Rich. Why, Buckingham, I say, I would be
king. Buck. Why, so you are, my thrice-renowned liege. K. Rich. Ha! am I king? 'Tis so: but Edward
lives. Buck. True, noble prince. K. Rich.
O bitter consequence,
Buck. Your grace may do your pleasure.
freezes: Say, have I thy consent, that they shall die? Buck. Give me some breath, some little pause,
dear lord, Before I positively speak in this: I will resolve your grace iinmediately.
6 — now do I play the touch,] To play the touch is to represent the touchstone.