Richard Grey, was slaine,
the winde
me.
Lands.
wit.
Children?
good?
harme.
good.
mands.
Marble.
Taske?
thee.
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<div type="scene" n="2" rend="notPresent">
<head type="supplied">[Act 3, Scene 2]</head>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter K. Edward, Gloster, Clarence, Lady Gray.</stage>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1408">Brother of Gloster, at<choice>
<abbr>S.</abbr>
<expan>Saint</expan>
</choice>Albons field</l>
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<cb n="1"/>
<l n="1409">This Ladyes Husband, Sir<hi rend="italic">Richard Grey</hi>, was slaine,</l>
<l n="1410">His Land then seiz'd on by the Conqueror,</l>
<l n="1411">Her suit is now, to repossesse those Lands,</l>
<l n="1412">Which wee in Iustice cannot well deny,</l>
<l n="1413">Because in Quarrell of the House of Yorke,</l>
<l n="1414">The worthy Gentleman did lose his Life.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ri3">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="1415">Your Highnesse shall doe well to graunt her suit:</l>
<l n="1416">It were dishonor to deny it her.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1417">It were no lesse, but yet Ile make a pawse.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ri3">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="1418">Yea, is it so:</l>
<l n="1419">I see the Lady hath a thing to graunt,</l>
<l n="1420">Before the King will graunt her humble suit.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-cla">
<speaker rend="italic">Clarence.</speaker>
<l n="1421">Hee knowes the Game, how true hee keepes
<lb/>the winde<c rend="italic">?</c>
</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ri3">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="1422">Silence.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1423">Widow, we will consider of your suit,</l>
<l n="1424">And come some other time to know our minde.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-qel">
<speaker rend="italic">Wid.</speaker>
<l n="1425">Right gracious Lord, I cannot brooke delay:</l>
<l n="1426">May it please your Highnesse to resolue me now,</l>
<l n="1427">And what your pleasure is, shall satisfie me.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ri3">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="1428">I Widow? then Ile warrant you all your Lands,</l>
<l n="1429">And if what pleases him, shall pleasure you:</l>
<l n="1430">Fight closer, or good faith you'le catch a Blow.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-cla">
<speaker rend="italic">Clarence.</speaker>
<l n="1431">I feare her not, vnlesse she chance to fall.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ri3">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="1432">God forbid that, for hee'le take vantages.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1433">How many Children hast thou, Widow<c rend="italic">?</c>tell
<lb/>me.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-cla">
<speaker rend="italic">Clarence.</speaker>
<l n="1434">I thinke he meanes to begge a Child of her.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ri3">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="1435">Nay then whip me: hee'le rather giue her two.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-qel">
<speaker rend="italic">Wid.</speaker>
<l n="1436">Three, my most gracious Lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ri3">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="1437">You shall haue foure, if you'le be rul'd by him.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1438">'Twere pittie they should lose their Fathers
<lb/>Lands.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-qel">
<speaker rend="italic">Wid.</speaker>
<l n="1439">Be pittifull, dread Lord, and graunt it then.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1440">Lords giue vs leaue, Ile trye this Widowes
<lb/>wit.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ri3">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="1441">I, good leaue haue you, for you will haue leaue,</l>
<l n="1442">Till Youth take leaue, and leaue you to the Crutch.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1443">Now tell me, Madame, doe you loue your
<lb/>Children?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-qel">
<speaker rend="italic">Wid.</speaker>
<l n="1444">I, full as dearely as I loue my selfe.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1445">And would you not doe much to doe them
<lb/>good?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-qel">
<speaker rend="italic">Wid.</speaker>
<l n="1446">To doe them good, I would sustayne some
<lb/>harme.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1447">Then get your Husbands Lands, to doe them
<lb/>good.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-qel">
<speaker rend="italic">Wid.</speaker>
<l n="1448">Therefore I came vnto your Maiestie.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1449">Ile tell you how these Lands are to be got.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-qel">
<speaker rend="italic">Wid.</speaker>
<l n="1450">So shall you bind me to your Highnesse seruice.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1451">What seruice wilt thou doe me, if I giue them?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-qel">
<speaker rend="italic">Wid.</speaker>
<l n="1452">What you command, that rests in me to doe.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1453">But you will take exceptions to my Boone.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-qel">
<speaker rend="italic">Wid.</speaker>
<l n="1454">No, gracious Lord, except I cannot doe it.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1455">I, but thou canst doe what I meane to aske.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-qel">
<speaker rend="italic">Wid.</speaker>
<l n="1456">Why then I will doe what your Grace com
<lb/>mands.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ri3">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="1457">Hee plyes her hard, and much Raine weares the
<lb/>Marble.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-cla">
<speaker rend="italic">Clar.</speaker>
<l n="1458">As red as fire<c rend="italic">?</c>nay then, her Wax must melt.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-qel">
<speaker rend="italic">Wid.</speaker>
<l n="1459">Why stoppes my Lord? shall I not heare my
<lb/>Taske?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1460">An easie Taske, 'tis but to loue a King.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-qel">
<speaker rend="italic">Wid.</speaker>
<l n="1461">That's soone perform'd, because I am a Subiect.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1462">Why then, thy Husbands Lands I freely giue
<lb/>thee.</l>
</sp>
<cb n="2"/>
<sp who="#F-3h6-qel">
<speaker rend="italic">Wid.</speaker>
<l n="1463">I take my leaue with many thousand thankes.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ri3">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="1464">The Match is made, shee seales it with a Cursie.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1465">But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of loue I meane.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-qel">
<speaker rend="italic">Wid.</speaker>
<l n="1466">The fruits of Loue, I meane, my louing Liege.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1467">I, but I feare me in another sence.</l>
<l n="1468">What Loue, think'st thou, I sue so much to get?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-qel">
<speaker rend="italic">Wid.</speaker>
<l n="1469">My loue till death, my humble thanks, my prayers,</l>
<l n="1470">That loue which Vertue begges, and Vertue graunts.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1471">No, by my troth, I did not meane such loue.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-qel">
<speaker rend="italic">Wid.</speaker>
<l n="1472">Why then you meane not, as I thought you did.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1473">But now you partly may perceiue my minde.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-qel">
<speaker rend="italic">Wid.</speaker>
<l n="1474">My minde will neuer graunt what I perceiue</l>
<l n="1475">Your Highnesse aymes at, if I ayme aright.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1476">To tell thee plaine, I ayme to lye with thee.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-qel">
<speaker rend="italic">Wid.</speaker>
<l n="1477">To tell you plaine, I had rather lye in Prison.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1478">Why then thou shalt not haue thy Husbands
<lb/>Lands.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-qel">
<speaker rend="italic">Wid.</speaker>
<l n="1479">Why then mine Honestie shall be my Dower,</l>
<l n="1480">For by that losse, I will not purchase them.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1481">Therein thou wrong'st thy Children mightily.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-qel">
<speaker rend="italic">Wid.</speaker>
<l n="1482">Herein your Highnesse wrongs both them & me:</l>
<l n="1483">But mightie Lord, this merry inclination</l>
<l n="1484">Accords not with the sadnesse of my suit:</l>
<l n="1485">Please you dismisse me, eyther with I, or no.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1486">I, if thou wilt say I to my request:</l>
<l n="1487">No, if thou do'st say No to my demand.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-qel">
<speaker rend="italic">Wid.</speaker>
<l n="1488">Then No, my Lord: my suit is at an end.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ri3">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="1489">The Widow likes him not, shee knits her
<lb/>Browes.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-cla">
<speaker rend="italic">Clarence.</speaker>
<l n="1490">Hee is the bluntest Wooer in Christen
<lb/>dome.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1491">Her Looks doth argue her replete with Modesty,</l>
<l n="1492">Her Words doth shew her Wit incomparable,</l>
<l n="1493">All her perfections challenge Soueraigntie,</l>
<l n="1494">One way, or other, shee is for a King,</l>
<l n="1495">And shee shall be my Loue, or else my Queene.</l>
<l n="1496">Say, that King<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>take thee for his Queene?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-qel">
<speaker rend="italic">Wid.</speaker>
<l n="1497">'Tis better said then done, my gracious Lord:</l>
<l n="1498">I am a subiect fit to ieast withall,</l>
<l n="1499">But farre vnfit to be a Soueraigne.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1500">Sweet Widow, by my State I sweare to thee,</l>
<l n="1501">I speake no more then what my Soule intends,</l>
<l n="1502">And that is, to enioy thee for my Loue.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-qel">
<speaker rend="italic">Wid.</speaker>
<l n="1503">And that is more then I will yeeld vnto:</l>
<l n="1504">I know, I am too meane to be your Queene,</l>
<l n="1505">And yet too good to be your Concubine.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1506">You cauill, Widow, I did meane my Queene.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-qel">
<speaker rend="italic">Wid.</speaker>
<l n="1507">'Twill grieue your Grace, my Sonnes should call
<lb/>you Father.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1508">No more, then when my Daughters</l>
<l n="1509">Call thee Mother.</l>
<l n="1510">Thou art a Widow, and thou hast some Children,</l>
<l n="1511">And by Gods Mother, I being but a Batchelor,</l>
<l n="1512">Haue other‑some. Why, 'tis a happy thing,</l>
<l n="1513">To be the Father vnto many Sonnes:</l>
<l n="1514">Answer no more, for thou shalt be my Queene.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ri3">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="1515">The Ghostly Father now hath done his Shrift.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-cla">
<speaker rend="italic">Clarence.</speaker>
<l n="1516">When hee was made a Shriuer, 'twas for shift.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1517">Brothers, you muse what Chat wee two haue
<lb/>had.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ri3">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="1518">The Widow likes it not, for shee lookes very
<lb/>sad.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1519">You'ld thinke it strange, if I should marrie
<lb/>her.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-cla">
<speaker rend="italic">Clarence.</speaker>
<l n="1520">To who, my Lord<c rend="italic">?</c>
</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1521">Why<hi rend="italic">Clarence</hi>, to my selfe.</l>
</sp>
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<cb n="1"/>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ri3">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="1522">That would be tenne dayes wonder at the least.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-cla">
<speaker rend="italic">Clarence.</speaker>
<l n="1523">That's a day longer then a Wonder lasts.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ri3">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="1524">By so much is the Wonder in extremes.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1525">Well, ieast on Brothers: I can tell you both,</l>
<l n="1526">He<gap extent="1"
unit="chars"
reason="illegible"
agent="torn"
resp="#ES"/>suit is graunted for her Husbands Lands.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter a Noble man.</stage>
<sp who="#F-3h6-nob">
<speaker rend="italic">Nob.</speaker>
<l n="1527">My gracious Lord,<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>your Foe is taken,</l>
<l n="1528">And brought your Prisoner to your Pallace Gate.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="1529">See that he be conuey'd vnto the Tower:</l>
<l n="1530">And goe wee Brothers to the man that tooke him,</l>
<l n="1531">To question of his apprehension.</l>
<l n="1532">Widow goe you along: Lords vse her honourable.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
<stage rend="italic center" type="business">Manet Richard.</stage>
<sp who="#F-3h6-ri3">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="1533">I,<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>will vse Women honourably:</l>
<l n="1534">Would he were wasted, Marrow, Bones, and all,</l>
<l n="1535">That from his Loynes no hopefull Branch may spring,</l>
<l n="1536">To crosse me from the Golden time I looke for:</l>
<l n="1537">And yet, betweene my Soules desire, and me,</l>
<l n="1538">The lustfull<hi rend="italic">Edwards</hi>Title buryed,</l>
<l n="1539">Is<hi rend="italic">Clarence, Henry</hi>, and his Sonne young<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>,</l>
<l n="1540">And all the vnlook'd‑for Issue of their Bodies,</l>
<l n="1541">To take their Roomes, ere I can place my selfe:</l>
<l n="1542">A cold premeditation for my purpose.</l>
<l n="1543">Why then I doe but dreame on Soueraigntie,</l>
<l n="1544">Like one that stands vpon a Promontorie,</l>
<l n="1545">And spyes a farre‑off shore, where hee would tread,</l>
<l n="1546">Wishing his foot were equall with his eye,</l>
<l n="1547">And chides the Sea, that sunders him from thence,</l>
<l n="1548">Saying, hee'le lade it dry, to haue his way:</l>
<l n="1549">So doe I wish the Crowne, being so farre off,</l>
<l n="1550">And so I chide the meanes that keepes me from it,</l>
<l n="1551">And so (I say) Ile cut the Causes off,</l>
<l n="1552">Flattering me with impossibilities:</l>
<l n="1553">My Eyes too quicke, my Heart o're‑weenes too much,</l>
<l n="1554">Vnlesse my Hand and Strength could equall them.</l>
<l n="1555">Well, say there is no Kingdome then for<hi rend="italic">Richard:</hi>
</l>
<l n="1556">What other Pleasure can the World affoord?</l>
<l n="1557">Ile make my Heauen in a Ladies Lappe,</l>
<l n="1558">And decke my Body in gay Ornaments,</l>
<l n="1559">And 'witch sweet Ladies with my Words and Lookes.</l>
<l n="1560">Oh miserable Thought! and more vnlikely,</l>
<l n="1561">Then to accomplish twentie Golden Crownes.</l>
<l n="1562">Why Loue forswore me in my Mothers Wombe:</l>
<l n="1563">And for I should not deale in her soft Lawes,</l>
<l n="1564">Shee did corrupt frayle Nature with some Bribe,</l>
<l n="1565">To shrinke mine Arme vp like a wither'd Shrub,</l>
<l n="1566">To make an enuious Mountaine on my Back,</l>
<l n="1567">Where sits Deformitie to mocke my Body;</l>
<l n="1568">To shape my Legges of an vnequall size,</l>
<l n="1569">To dis‑proportion me in euery part:</l>
<l n="1570">Like to a Chaos, or an vn‑lick'd Beare‑whelpe,</l>
<l n="1571">That carryes no impression like the Damme.</l>
<l n="1572">And am I then a man to be belou'd?</l>
<l n="1573">Oh monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought.</l>
<l n="1574">Then since this Earth affoords no Ioy to me,</l>
<l n="1575">But to command, to check, to o're‑beare such,</l>
<l n="1576">As are of better Person then my selfe:</l>
<l n="1577">Ile make my Heauen, to dreame vpon the Crowne,</l>
<l n="1578">And whiles I liue, t'account this World but Hell,</l>
<l n="1579">Vntill my mis‑shap'd Trunke, that beares this Head,</l>
<l n="1580">Be round impaled with a glorious Crowne.</l>
<l n="1581">And yet I know not how to get the Crowne,</l>
<l n="1582">For many Liues stand betweene me and home:</l>
<cb n="2"/>
<l n="1583">And I, like one lost in a Thornie Wood,</l>
<l n="1584">That rents the Thornes, and is rent with the Thornes,</l>
<l n="1585">Seeking a way, and straying from the way,</l>
<l n="1586">Not knowing how to finde the open Ayre,</l>
<l n="1587">But toyling desperately to finde it out,</l>
<l n="1588">Torment my selfe, to catch the English Crowne:</l>
<l n="1589">And from that torment I will free my selfe,</l>
<l n="1590">Or hew my way out with a bloody Axe.</l>
<l n="1591">Why I can smile, and murther whiles I smile,</l>
<l n="1592">And cry, Content, to that which grieues my Heart,</l>
<l n="1593">And wet my Cheekes with artificiall Teares,</l>
<l n="1594">And frame my Face to all occasions.</l>
<l n="1595">Ile drowne more Saylers then the Mermaid shall,</l>
<l n="1596">Ile slay more gazers then the Basiliske,</l>
<l n="1597">Ile play the Orator as well as<hi rend="italic">Nestor</hi>,</l>
<l n="1598">Deceiue more slyly then<hi rend="italic">Vlisses</hi>could,</l>
<l n="1599">And like a<hi rend="italic">Synon</hi>, take another Troy.</l>
<l n="1600">I can adde Colours to the Camelion,</l>
<l n="1601">Change shapes with<hi rend="italic">Proteus</hi>, for aduantages,</l>
<l n="1602">And set the murtherous<hi rend="italic">Macheuill</hi>to Schoole.</l>
<l n="1603">Can I doe this, and cannot get a Crowne?</l>
<l n="1604">Tut, were it farther off, Ile plucke it downe.</l>
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