The Same. A Room in the Palace. |
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Enter the DUCHESS OF YORK, with a Son and Daughter of CLARENCE. |
| Boy. Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead? |
| Duch. No, boy. |
| Daugh. Why do you wring your hands, and beat your breast, |
| And cry—'O Clarence, my unhappy son?' |
| Boy. Why do you look on us, and shake your head, |
| And call us orphans, wretches, castaways, |
| If that our noble father be alive? |
| Duch. My pretty cousins, you mistake me much; |
| I do lament the sickness of the king, |
| As loath 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. |
| The king mine uncle is to blame for it: |
| God will revenge it; whom I will importune |
| With earnest prayers all to that effect. |
| Daugh. And so will I. |
| 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, |
| And pitied me, and kindly kiss'd my cheek; |
| Bade me rely on him, as on my father, |
| And he would love me dearly as his child. |
| Duch. Ah! that deceit should steal such gentle shape, |
| And with a virtuous vizard hide deep vice. |
| He is my son, ay, and therein my shame, |
| Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit. |
| Boy. Think you my uncle did dissemble, grandam? |
| Duch. Ay, boy. |
| Boy. I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this? |
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Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, distractedly; RIVERS and DORSET following her. |
| Q. Eliz. Oh! who shall hinder me to wail and weep, |
| To chide my fortune, and torment myself? |
| I'll join with black despair against my soul, |
| And to myself become an enemy. |
| Duch. What means this scene of rude impatience? |
| Q. Eliz. To make an act of tragic violence: |
| Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead! |
| Why grow the branches now the root is wither'd? |
| Why wither not the leaves that want their sap? |
| If you will live, lament: if die, be brief, |
| That our swift-winged souls may catch the king's; |
| Or, like obedient subjects, follow him |
| 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, |
| And liv'd with looking on his images; |
| But now two mirrors of his princely semblance |
| Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death, |
| And I for comfort have but one false glass, |
| That grieves me when I see my shame in him. |
| Thou art a widow; yet thou art a mother, |
| 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, |
| Clarence and Edward. O! what cause have I— |
| Thine being but a moiety of my grief— |
| To overgo thy plaints, and drown thy cries! |
| Boy. Ah, aunt, you wept not for our father's death; |
| How can we aid you with our kindred tears? |
| Daugh. Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd; |
| Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept. |
| Q. Eliz. Give me no help in lamentation; |
| I am not barren to bring forth complaints: |
| All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, |
| That I, being govern'd by the wat'ry moon, |
| May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! |
| Ah! for my husband, for my dear Lord Edward! |
| Chil. Ah! 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. |
| Chil. What stay had we but Clarence? and he's gone. |
| Duch. What stays had I but they? and they are gone. |
| Q. Eliz. Was never widow had so dear a loss. |
| Chil. Were never orphans had so dear a loss. |
| Duch. Was never mother had so dear a loss. |
| Alas! I am the mother of these griefs: |
| Their woes are parcell'd, mine are general. |
| She for an Edward weeps, and so do I; |
| I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: |
| These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I; |
| I for an Edward weep, so do not they: |
| Alas! you three, on me, threefold distress'd, |
| Pour all your tears; I am your sorrow's nurse, |
| And I will pamper it with lamentation. |
| Dor. Comfort, dear mother: God is much displeas'd |
| That you take with unthankfulness his doing. |
| In common worldly things 'tis call'd ungrateful |
| With dull unwillingness to repay a debt |
| Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent; |
| Much more to be thus opposite with heaven, |
| For it requires the royal debt it lent you. |
| Riv. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother, |
| Of the young prince your son: send straight for him; |
| Let him be crown'd; in him your comfort lives. |
| Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave, |
| And plant your joys in living Edward's throne. |
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Enter GLOUCESTER, BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, HASTINGS, RATCLIFF, and Others. |
| Glo. Sister, have comfort: all of us have cause |
| To wail the dimming of our shining star; |
| But none can cure their harms by wailing them. |
| Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; |
| I did not see your Grace: humbly on my knee |
| I crave your blessing. |
| Duch. God bless thee! and put meekness in thy mind, |
| Love, charity, obedience, and true duty. |
| Glo. Amen; [Aside.] and make me die a good old man! |
| That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing; |
| I marvel that her Grace did leave it out. |
| Buck You cloudy princes and heart-sorrowing peers, |
| That bear this heavy mutual load of moan, |
| Now cheer each other in each other's love: |
| Though we have spent our harvest of this king, |
| We are to reap the harvest of his son. |
| The broken rancour of your high-swoln hearts, |
| But lately splinter'd, knit, and join'd together, |
| Must gently be preserv'd, cherish'd, and kept: |
| Me seemeth good, that, with some little train, |
| Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be fetch'd |
| Hither to London, to be crown'd our king. |
| 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; |
| Which would be so much the more dangerous, |
| By how much the estate is green and yet ungovern'd; |
| Where every horse bears his commanding rein, |
| And may direct his course as please himself, |
| As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent, |
| In my opinion, ought to be prevented. |
| Glo. I hope the king made peace with all of us; |
| And the compact is firm and true in me. |
| Riv. And so in me; and so, I think, in all: |
| Yet, since it is but green, it should be put |
| To no apparent likelihood of breach, |
| Which haply by much company might be urg'd: |
| Therefore I say with noble Buckingham, |
| That it is meet so few should fetch the prince. |
| Hast. And so say I. |
| Glo. Then be it so; and go we to determine |
| Who they shall be that straight shall post to Ludlow. |
| Madam, and you my mother, will you go |
| To give your censures in this business? [Exeunt all except BUCKINGHAM and GLOUCESTER. |
| Buck. My lord, whoever journeys to the prince, |
| For God's sake, let not us two stay at home: |
| For by the way I'll sort occasion, |
| As index to the story we late talk'd of, |
| To part the queen's proud kindred from the prince. |
| Glo. My other self, my counsel's consistory, |
| My oracle, my prophet! My dear cousin, |
| I, as a child, will go by thy direction. |
| Towards Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind. [Exeunt. |
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