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ACT the Second

The SCENE, St. Pauls.

Enter Tressel meeting Lord Stanley.
TRESSELL
My Lord, your Servant, pray what brought you to Paul's?

STANLEY
I came amongst the Crowd to see the Corps
Of poor King Henry. 'Tis a dismal sight,
But yesterday I saw him in the Tower;
His talk is still so fresh within my memory:
That I could weep to think how Fate has us'd him.
I wonder where's Duke Richard's policy
Is suffering him to lie exposed to view?
Can he believe that Men will love him for't?

TRESSELL
O yes, Sir, love him, as he loves his Brothers:
When was you with King Edward, pray, my Lord?
I hear he leaves his Food, is Melancholy,
And his Physicians fear him mightily.

STANLEY
'Tis thought he'll scarce recover:
Shall we to Court, and hear more News of Him?

TRESSELL
I am oblig'd to pay Attendance here,
The Lady LADY ANN has license to remove
King Henry's Corps to be Interr'd at Chertsey,
And I am engag'd to follow her.

STANLEY
Mean you King Henry's Daughter-in-Law?

TRESSELL
The same, Sir, Widow to the late Prince Edward,
Whom Cloucester kill'd at Tewkesbury.

STANLEY
Alas, poor Lady, she'd severely used.
And yet I hear Richard attempts her Love:
Methinks the wrongs he's done her should discourage him.

TRESSELL
Neither those wrongs nor his own shape can fright him;
He sent for leave to visit her this morning,
And she was forc'd to keep her Bed to avoid him.
But see, she is arriv'd: Will you along
To see this doleful Ceremony?

STANLEY
I'll wait on you. (Exeunt.


Richard. Solus.
RICHARD
'Twas her excuse t'avoid me — Alas!
She keeps no Bed —
She has health enough to progress far as Chertsey,
Tho' not to bear the sight of me;
— I cannot blame her —
Why Love forswore me in my Mothers Womb,
And for I should not deal in his soft Laws,
He did corrupt frail Nature with some Bribe
To shrink my Arm up like a wither'd Shrub,
To make an envious Mountain on my bvack,
Where sits Deformity to mock by Body,
To shape my Legs of an unequal size,
To disproportion me in every part:
And am I then a man to be belov'd?
O monstrous Thought! more vain my Ambition.

Enter Lieutenant hastily.
Lieutenant
My Lord, I beg your Grace —

RICHARD
Be gone, Fellow — I'm not at leisure —

Lieutenant
My Lord, the King your Brother's taken ill.

RICHARD
I'll wait on him, leave me, Friend — [Exit Lieutenant.]

Ha! Edward ta'en ill! —
Wou'd he were wasted, Marrow-bones and all,
'That from his loins no more young Brats may rise
'To cross me in the golden time I look for —
But see, my Love appears: Look where she shines,
Darting pale Lustre, like the Silver Moon
Through her dark Veil of Rainy sorrow:
So mourn'd the Dame of Ephesus her Love,
And thus the Soldier arm'd with Resolution
Told his soft tale, and was a thriving Woer.
'Tis true, my Form perhaps, will little move her,
But I've a Tongue shall wheadle with the Devil.
Yet hold; She mourns the Man whom I have kill'd :
First, let her sorrows take some vent — Stand here;
I'll take her passion in its wain, and turn
This storm of grief to gentle drops of pity
For his Repentant Murderer. — (He retires.


Enter Bearers with King Henry's Body, the Lady LADY ANN in Mourning, Lord Stanley, Tressel, and Guards, who all advance from the middle Isle of the Church.
LADY ANN
'Hung be the Heavens with black, yield day to night,
'Comets importing change of Times and States,
'Brandish your fiery Tresses in the Sky,
'And with'em scourge the bad revolting Stars
'That have consented to King Henry's death:
O be accurst the Hand that shed this Blood;
Accurst the Head that had the Heart to do it,
More direful hap betide that hated Wretch
Than I can wish to Wolves, to Spiders, Toads,
Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives:
If ever he have Wife, let her be made
'More miserable by the Life of him,
'Than I am now by Edward's death and thine.

RICHARD
Poor Girl! What pains she takes to curse her self? (apart.


LADY ANN
If ever he have Child Abortive be it,
Prodigious and Untimely brought to Light,
'Whose hideous Form, whose most unnatural Aspect
May fright the hopeful Mother at the view,
And that be Heir to his unhappiness.
'Now on, to Chertsey with your sacred Load.

Richard comes forward.
RICHARD
Stay, you that bear the Coarse, and set it down.

LADY ANN
What black Magician Conjures up this Fiend
To stop devoted charitable deeds?

RICHARD
Villains, set down the Coarse, or by St. Paul,
I'll made a Coarse of him that disobeys.

GUARD
My Lord, stand back, and let the Coffin pass.

RICHARD
'Unmanner'd Slave!
Stand thou, when I command:
Advance thy Halbert higher than my Breast,
Or, by St. Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot,
And spurn thee, beggar, for this boldness.

LADY ANN
Why dost thou haunt him thus, unsated Fiend?
Thou hadst but power over his mortal Body,
His soul thou canst not reach; therefore be gone.

RICHARD
Sweet Saint, be not so hard for Charity.

LADY ANN
If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,
Behold this pattern of thy Butcheries.
Why didst thou do this deed? Cou'd not the Laws
Of Man, of Nature, nor of Heavan disswade thee?
No Beast so fierce, but knows some touch of pity.

RICHARD
If want of pity be a Crime so hateful,
Whense is it thou, fair Excellence, art guilty?

LADY ANN
What means the slanderer?

RICHARD
Vouchsafe, Divine Perfection of a Woman,
Of these my Crimes suppos'd to give me leave
By Circumstance, but to acquit my self.

LADY ANN
Then take that Sword, whose bloody point still reeks
With Henry's Life, with my lov'd Lord young Edwards,
And here let out thy own t'appease their Ghosts.

RICHARD
By such despair I shou'd accuse my self.

LADY ANN
Why by despairing only canst thou stand excused?
Dist thou not kill this King?

RICHARD
I grant ye.

LADY ANN
O! he was Gentle, Loving, Mild and Vertuous;
But he's in Heaven, where thou canst never come.

RICHARD
Was I not kind to send him thither then?
He was much fitter for that place than Earth.

LADY ANN
And thou unfit for any place but Hell.

RICHARD
Yes, one place else, if you will hear me name it.

LADY ANN
Some Dungeon.

RICHARD
Your Bed Chamber.

LADY ANN
Ill rest betide the Chamber where thou liest.

RICHARD
So it will, Madam, till I lie in yours.

LADY ANN
I hope so.

RICHARD
I know so. But gentle Lady LADY ANN,
'To leave this keen encounter of our Tongues,
'And fall to something a more serious method.
Is not the cause of th'untimely deaths
Of these Plantagenets, Henry and Edward,
As blameful as the Executioner?

LADY ANN
Thou wert the cause, and most accurst effect.

RICHARD
your Beauty was the cause of that effect:
Your Beauty that did haunt me in my sleep,
To undertake the Death of all the World,
So I might live one hour in that soft Bosom.

LADY ANN
If I thought that, I tell thee, Homicide,
'These Hands shou'd rend that Beauty from my Cheeks.

RICHARD
These Eyes cou'd not endure that Beauties rack,
You shou'd not blemish it, if I stood by.
'As all the World is nourish'd by the Sun,
So I by that: It is my Day, my Life.

LADY ANN
I wou'd it were to be reveng'd on thee.

RICHARD
It is a Quarrel most Unnatural
To wish revenge on him that loves thee.

LADY ANN
Say rather 'tis my duty,
'To seek revenge on him that kill'd my Husband.

RICHARD
Fair Creature, he that kill'd thy Husband
'Did it to — help thee to a better Husband.

LADY ANN
His better does not breath upon the Earth.

RICHARD
He lives that lov'd thee better, than he could.

LADY ANN
Name him.

RICHARD.
Plantagenet.

LADY ANN
Why, that was he.

RICHARD
The self same Name, but one of softer Nature.

LADY ANN
Where is he?

RICHARD
Ah! take sore pity in thy Eyes, and see him -here.

LADY ANN
Wou'd they were Basilisks to strike thee dead.

RICHARD
I wou'd they were, that I might die at once,
For now they kill me with a living death,
Darting with cruel aim unpitied Love,
I never sued to Friend or Enemy,
My Tongue could never learn sweet smoothing Works,
But now thy Beauty is propos'd my Fee
My proud Heart sues, and prompts my Tongue to speak.

LADY ANN
Is there a Tongue on Earth can speak for thee?
Why dost thou Court my hate?
___

TRESSELL
Where will this end ? she frowns upon him yet.aside.

STANLEY
But yet she hears him in her frowns ; I fear him. aside.

___

RICHARD
'O! teach not thy soft lip such cold contempt —
If thy Relentless Heart cannot forgive,
Lo, here I lend thee this sharp pointed Sword,
Which if thou please to hide in this true Breast,
And let the honest Soul out, that adores thee,
I lay it naked to the deadly stroke,
And humbly beg that Death upon my knee.

LADY ANN
What shall I say or do? Direct me Heaven; Aside.

When stones weep sure the tears are natural, Aside.

And Heaven it self instructs us to forgive, Aside.

When they do flow from a sincere Repentance. Aside.


RICHARD
Nay, do not pause: For I did kill King Henry,
But 'twas thy wondrous Beauty that provoked me;
Nay now dispatch: 'Twas I that stab'd young Edward,
But 'twas thy Heavenly face that set me on,
And I might still persist (so stubborn is
My Temper) to rejoice at what I've done,
But that thy powerful Eyes (as roaring Seas
Obey the changes of the Moon) have turn'd
My Heart, and made it flow with Penitence.
(She lets fall the Sword.
Take up the Sword again, or take up me.

LADY ANN
No, tho' I wish thy Death,
I will not be thy Executioner.

RICHARD
Then bid me kill my self, and I will do it.

LADY ANN
I have already.

RICHARD
That was in they rage:
Say it again, and even with thy word
'This guilty hand that rob'd thee of thy Love
'Shall for thy Love revenge thee on thy Lover;
To both their deaths shalt thou be Accessary.
TRESSELL
By Heaven she wants the heart to bid him do't. aside.

STANLEY
What think you now, Sir? aside.

TRESSELL
} aside.
I'm struck! I scarce can credit what I see. aside.

STANLEY
Why, you see — A Woman.
TRESSELL
When future Chronicles shall speak of this aside.

They will be thought Romance, not History. aside.

—

RICHARD
What, not a word to pardon or condemn, me?
But thou art wise — and canst with silence kill me;
Yet even in death my fleeting Soul pursues thee:
Dash not the tears of Penitence away.
I ask but leave t'indulge my cold despair:
By Heaven, there's Joy in this extravagance
Of Woe; 'tis Melting, Soft, 'tis pleasing Ruin.
Oh! 'tis too much, too much for Life to bear
This aching tenderness of thought.

LADY ANN
Wou'dst thou not blame me to forgive thy Crimes?

RICHARD
They are not to be forgiven: No, not even
Penitence can atone 'em. O misery
Of Thought! that strikes me with at once Repentance
And Despair; tho' unpardon'd yield me pity.

LADY ANN
I Wou'd I knew thy heart.

RICHARD
'Tis figur'd in my Tongue.

LADY ANN
I fear me both are false.

RICHARD
Then never Man was true.

LADY ANN
Put up thy Sword.

RICHARD
Say then, my Peace is made.

LADY ANN
That shalt thou know hereafter.

RICHARD
But shall I live in hope?

LADY ANN
All Men, I hope, live so.

RICHARD
I swear, bright Saint, I am not what I was:
Those Eyes have turn'd my stubborn heart to Woman,
This goodness makes me soft in Penitence,
And my harsh thoughts are tun'd to Peace and Love.
O! if they poor devoted Servant might
But beg one favour at they gracious hand,
Thou wouldst confirm his Happiness for ever.

LADY ANN
What is it?

RICHARD
That it may please thee, leave these sad designs
To him that has most cause to be a Mourner,
And presently repair to Crosby House,
Where, after I have solemnly Interr'd
At Chertsey Monastery, this Injur'd King,
And wet his Grave with my repentant Tears,
I will with all expedient duty see you:
For divers unknown reasons I beseech you
'Grant me this favour.

LADY ANN
I do my Lord, and much it joys me too
To see you are become so Penitent,
Tressel and Berkley go along with me.

RICHARD
Bid me Farewell.

LADY ANN
'Tis more that you deserve;
But since you teach me how to flatter you,
Imagine I have said Farewell already. [Exit with Tress. and Berk.


GUARD
Towards Chertsey, my Lord?

RICHARD
Now to White-Fryars, there attend my coming.

[Exit with the Body.
Richard Solus
RICHARD (smiling)
Was ever Woman in this humour wooed?
Was ever Woman in this humour won?
I'll have her: But I will not keep her long.
What! I that kill'd her Husband and her Father,
To take her in her Hearts extreamest hate,
With Curses in her mouth, Tears in her Eyes,
The bleeding witness of my hatred by,
Having Heaven, her Conscience, and these Bars against me,
And I no Friends to back my suit withal,
But the plain Devil, and dissembling looks?
And yet to win her! All the world to nothing.
Can she abase her Beauteous eyes on me?
Whose all not equals Edward's moiety?
On me! that halt and am mishapen, Thus
'My Dukedom to a Widows Chastity
I do mistake my Person all this while!
Upon my life! she finds, altho I cannot,
My self to be a marvellous proper Man,
'I'll have my Chambers lin'd with Looking-glass
And entertain a score or two of Taylors
To study fashions to adorn my body.
Since I am crept in favour with my self,
I will maintain it with some little cost.
'But first, I'll turn St. Harry to his grave,
And then return lamenting to my Love.
'Shine out fair Sun till I salute my Glass,
That I may see my shadow as I pass.
( Exit.

SCENE the Presence:

Enter the Duke of Buckingham hastily, Lord Stanley meeting him.
BUCKINGHAM
Did you see the Duke?

STANLEY
What Duke my Lord?

BUCKINGHAM
His Grace of Gloucester, did you see him?

STANLEY
Not lately, my Lord -I hope no ill news.

Buckingham
The worst that heard e're bore, or tongue can utter.
Edward the King! his Royal Brother's Dead.

STANLEY
'Tis sad indeed -I wish by your impatience
To acquaint him tho you think it so to him. aside.

Did the King, by Lord, make any mention
Of a Protector for his Crown and Children?

BUCKINGHAM
He did, Duke Richard has the care of both.

STANLEY
That sad news you are afraid to tell him too. (aside.


BUCKINGHAM
He'll spare no toile, I'm sure to fill his Place!

STANLEY
Pray Heav'n he's not too diligent! (aside.

My lord, is not that the Dutchess of York,
The King's Mother? coming I fear to visit him.

BUCKINGHAM
'Tis she ! little thinking what has befallen us.

Enter Dutchess of York.
DUTCHESS
Good day, my Lords! How takes the King his Rest.

BUCKINGHAM
Alas! Madam, too well! he sleeps for ever ?

DUTCHESS
Dead! -Good Heav'n support me!

BUCKINGHAM
Madam, 'twas my unhappy lot to hear
His last Departing Groans, and close his eyes.

DUTCHESS
Another taken from me too! why just Heav'n
Am I still left the last in life and woe?
'First I bemoan'd a nobel Husbands death,
'Yet liv'd with looking on his Images.
'But now my last support is gone, First Clarence,
Now Edward is forever taken from me.
Both Crutches now the unrelenting hand
Of Death has stricken from my feeble Arms
And I must now of force sink down with sorrow.

BUCKINGHAM
Your youngest Son, the Noble Richard lives.
His love I know will feel his Mothers Cares,
And bring new comfort to your latter days.

DUTCHESS
'Twere new indeed! for yet of him I've none,
Unless a churlish disobedieence may
Be counted for a Child a Mothers Comfort:
'From his malicious grudge I know my Son.
'His brother Clarence death was first contriv'd
But may his Penitence find Heav'n's mercy.
Where is the Queen, my Lord?

BUCKINGHAM
I left her with her kinsmen deep in Sorrow,
Who have with much adoe perswaded her
To leave the Body — Madam they are here.

Enter the Queen attended with Rivers and Dorset, and others.
QUEEN
Why do you thus oppose my grief, unless
To make me Rave, and Weep the faster? Ha!
My Mother too in Tears! Fresh Sorrow strikes
My heart, at sight of every Friend, that lov'd
My Edward living — O Mother! He's Dead!
Edward, my Lord, thy Son, our King is Dead.
O that my eyes cou'd weep away my Soul!
Than I might follow worthy of his Hearse.

STANLEY
Your Duty, Madam, of a Wife is Dead,
And not the Mother's only claims your care.
Think on the Prince your Son: send for him strait,
And let his Coronation clear your eyes.
Bury your griefs in the dead Edward's Grave,
Revive your Joys on living Edward's Throne.

QUEEN
Alas! That thought, but adds to my Afflictions.
New Tears for Edward gone, and fears for Edward living,
'An helpless Child, and his Minority
'Is in the Trust of his stern Uncle Gloucester,
A man that frowns on me, and all of mine. (Weeps.


BUCKINGHAM
Judge not so hardly, Madam, of his love,
Your Son will find in him a Father's Care.

Enter Richard behind.
RICHARD
Why ay! — These tears look well! sorrow's the mode,
And every one at Court must wear it now —
With all my heart, I'll not be out of Fashion.
(aside.

QUEEN
My Lord, just Heav'n knows I never hated Richard,
But wou'd on any terms embrace his friendship.

BUCKINGHAM
These words would make him weep, — I know him yours.
See where he comes in sorrow for our loss.

RICHARD
My Lords, — good morrow — Cousin of Buckingham,
I am yours — (Weeping.


BUCKINGHAM
Good-morning to your Grace.

RICHARD
Methinks —
We meet, like men, that had forgot to speak.

BUCKINGHAM
We may remember: But our argument
Is now too mournful to admit much talk.

RICHARD
It is indeed! Peace be with him has made it so.
'Sister! Take Comfort — Tis true we've all cause
'To mourn the dimming of our shining Star:
But sorrow never cou'd revive the dead —
—And if it cou'd, hope wou'd prevent our tears,
So we must weep, because we weep in vain.
'Madam, my Mother — I do cry your mercy:
'My grief was blind — I did not see your Grace,
Most humbly on my knee I crave your Blessing.

DUTCHESS
Thou hast it, and may thy charitable
Heart, and Tongue love one another, may Heaven
Indow thy breast with meekness, and obedience.

RICHARD
Amen, and make me die a good old man,
That's the old Butt-end of a Mother's Blessing;
I marvel that her Grace did leave it out.
[Aside.

BUCKINGHAM
My Lords, I think 'twere fit, that now Prince Edward
Forthwith from Ludlow shou'd be sent for home,
In order to his Coronation.

RICHARD
By all means, my Lords, come let's in to Counsel,
And appoint who shall be the messengers.
Madam, and you my Sister, please you go
'To give your sentiments on this occasion?

QUEEN
My Lord, your Wisdom needs no help from me,
My glad consent you have in all that's just:
Or for the peoples good, tho I suffer by't.

RICHARD
Please you to retire, Madam, we shall propose
What you'd not think the peoples wrong, nor yours.

QUEEN
May Hean'n prosper all your good intent.

[Exit with all but Buck. and Richard.
RICHARD
Amen, with all my Heart. For min'es the Crown.
And is not that a good one? ha! Pray'd she not well, Cousin?

BUCKINGHAM
I hope she propehsied — You now stand Fair.

RICHARD
Now by St. Paul, I feel it here! Methinks
The massy weight on't galls my laden Brow.
What think'st thou, Cousin, wer't not an easie matter
To get Lord Stanley's hand to help it on.

BUCKINGHAM
'My Lord, I doubt that for his Fathers sake,
'He loves the Prince to well, he'll scarce be won
'To any thing against him.

RICHARD
Poverty the reward of Honest Fools
O'retake him for't! what thinkst thou then of Hastings?

BUCKINGHAM
He shall be tri'd my Lord: I'll find out Catesby,
Who shall at subtle distance sound his thoughts,
But we must still suppose the worst may happen,
What if we find him cold in our design?

RICHARD
Chop of his head. — Something we'll soon determine.
But haste, and find out Catesby,
That done, follow me to the Counsel Chamber;
We'll not be seen together much, nor have
It known that we confer in Private — Therefore
Away good Cousin.

BUCKINGHAM
I am gone, My Lord. (Exit Buck.


RICHARD
Thus far we run before the wind —

Let me see,
The Prince will soon be here — let him -the Crown!
O yes! he shall have twenty, Globes, and Scepters too,
New ones made to play withall — But no Coronation!
No! nor no Court flies about him, no Kinsmen —
—Hold ye! — Where shall he keep his Court!
— Ay! — the Tower.

The end of the Second ACT