The third Part of King Henry the Sixt.There to be crowned Englands Royall King:
[1285]
From whence, shall Warwicke cut the Sea to France,And aske the Ladie
Bona for thy Queene:
So shalt thou sinow both these Lands together,And hauing France thy Friend, thou shalt not dreadThe scattred Foe, that hopes to rise againe:
[1290]
For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt,Yet looke to haue them buz to offend thine eares:First, will I see the Coronation,And then to Britanny Ile crosse the Sea,To effect this marriage, so it please my Lord.Ed.
[1295]
Euen as thou wilt sweet Warwicke, let it bee:For in thy shoulder do I builde my Seate;And neuer will I vndertake the thingWherein thy counsaile and consent is wanting:Richard, I will create thee Duke of Gloucester,
[1300]
And
George of Clarence;
Warwicke as our Selfe,
Shall do, and vndo as him pleaseth best.Rich.Let me be Duke of Clarence,
George of Gloster,
For Glosters Dukedome is too ominous.War.Tut, that's a foolish obseruation:
[1305]
Richard, be Duke of Gloster: Now to London,
To see these Honors in possession.Exeunt
[Act 3, Scene 1]
Enter Sinklo, and Humfrey, with Crosse‑bowes
in their hands.
Sink.Vnder this thicke growne brake, wee'l shrowd
(our selues:
For through this Laund anon the Deere will come,And in this couert will we make our Stand,
[1310]
Culling the principall of all the Deere.Hum.Ile stay aboue the hill, so both may shoot.Sink.That cannot be, the noise of thy Crosse‑bowWill scarre the Heard, and so my shoot is lost:Heere stand we both, and ayme we at the best:
[1315]
And for the time shall not seeme tedious,Ile tell thee what befell me on a day,In this selfe‑place, where now we meane to stand.Sink.Heere comes a man, let's stay till he be past.Enter the King with a Prayer booke.Hen.From Scotland am I stolne euen of pure loue,
[1320]
To greet mine owne Land with my wishfull sight:No
Harry, Harry, 'tis no Land of thine,
Thy place is fill'd, thy Scepter wrung from thee,Thy Balme washt off, wherewith thou was Annointed:No bending knee will call thee
Cæsar now,
[1325]
No humble suters prease to speake for right:No, not a man comes for redresse of thee:For how can I helpe them, and not my selfe?Sink.I, heere's a Deere, whose skin's a Keepers Fee:This is the quondam King; Let's seize vpon him.Hen.
[1330]
Let me embrace the sower Aduersaries,For Wise men say, it is the wisest course.Hum.Why linger we? Let vs lay hands vpon him.Sink.Forbeare a‑while, wee'l heare a little more.Hen.My Queene and Son are gone to France for aid:
[1335]
And (as I heare) the great Commanding WarwickeI: thither gone, to craue the French Kings SisterTo wife for
Edward. If this newes be true,
Poore Queene, and Sonne, your labour is but lost:For Warwicke is a subtle Orator:
[1340]
And
Lewis a Prince soone wonne with mouing words:
By this account then,
Margaret may winne him,
For she's a woman to be pittied much:Her sighes will make a batt'ry in his brest,Her teares will pierce into a Marble heart:
The Tyger will be milde, whiles she doth mourne;And
Nero will be tainted with remorse,
To heare and see her plaints, her Brinish Teares.I, but shee's come to begge, Warwicke to giue:Shee on his left side, crauing ayde for
Henrie;
[1350]
He on his right, asking a wife for
Edward.
Shee Weepes, and sayes, her
Henry is depos'd:
He Smiles, and sayes, his
Edward is instaul'd;
That she (poore Wretch) for greefe can speake no more:Whiles Warwicke tels his Title, smooths the Wrong,
[1355]
Inferreth arguments of mighty strength,And in conclusion winnes the King from her,With promise of his Sister, and what else,To strengthen and support King
Edwards place.
O
Margaret, thus 'twill be, and thou (poore soule)
[1360]
Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorne.Hum.Say, what art thou talk'st of Kings & Queens?King.More then I seeme, and lesse then I was born to:A man at least, for lesse I should not be:And men may talke of Kings, and why not I?Hum.
[1365]
I, but thou talk'st, as if thou wer't a King.King.Why so I am (in Minde) and that's enough.Hum.But if thou be a King, where is thy Crowne?King.My Crowne is in my heart, not on my head:Not deck'd with Diamonds, and Indian stones:
[1370]
Nor to be seene: my Crowne, is call'd Content,A Crowne it is, that sildome Kings enjoy.Hum.Well, if you be a King crown'd with Content,Your Crowne Content, and you, must be contentedTo go along with vs. For (as we thinke)
[1375]
You are the king King
Edward hath depos'd:
And we his subiects, sworne in all Allegeance,Will apprehend you, as his Enemie.King.But did you neuer sweare, and breake an Oath.Hum.No, neuer such an Oath, nor will not now.King.
[1380]
Where did you dwell when I was
K.
King of England?
Hum.Heere in this Country, where we now remaine.King.I was annointed King at nine monthes old,My Father, and my Grandfather were Kings:And you were sworne true Subiects vnto me:
[1385]
And tell me then, haue you not broke your Oathes?Sin.No, for we were Subiects, but while you wer kingKing.Why? Am I dead? Do I not breath a Man?Ah simple men, you know not what you sweare:Looke, as I blow this Feather from my Face,
[1390]
And as the Ayre blowes it to me againe,Obeying with my winde when I do blow,And yeelding to another, when it blowes,Commanded alwayes by the greater gust:Such is the lightnesse of you, common men.
[1395]
But do not breake your Oathes, for of that sinne,My milde intreatie shall not make you guiltie.Go where you will, the king shall be commanded,And be you kings, command, and Ile obey.Sinklo.We are true Subiects to the king,
[1400]
King
Edward.
King.So would you be againe to
Henrie,
If he were seated as king
Edward is.
Sinklo.We charge you in Gods name & the Kings,To go with vs vnto the Officers.King.
[1405]
In Gods name lead, your Kings name be obeyd,And what God will, that let your King performe,And what he will, I humbly yeeld vnto.Exeunt
[Act 3, Scene 2]
Enter K. Edward, Gloster, Clarence, Lady Gray.King.Brother of Gloster, at
S.
Saint Albons field
This
[Act 3, Scene 2]
Enter K. Edward, Gloster, Clarence, Lady Gray.King.Brother of Gloster, at
S.
Saint Albons field
This Ladyes Husband, Sir
Richard Grey, was slaine,
[1410]
His Land then seiz'd on by the Conqueror,Her suit is now, to repossesse those Lands,Which wee in Iustice cannot well deny,Because in Quarrell of the House of Yorke,The worthy Gentleman did lose his Life.Rich.
[1415]
Your Highnesse shall doe well to graunt her suit:It were dishonor to deny it her.King.It were no lesse, but yet Ile make a pawse.Rich.Yea, is it so:I see the Lady hath a thing to graunt,
[1420]
Before the King will graunt her humble suit.Clarence.Hee knowes the Game, how true hee keepes
the winde
?Rich.Silence.King.Widow, we will consider of your suit,And come some other time to know our minde.Wid.
[1425]
Right gracious Lord, I cannot brooke delay:May it please your Highnesse to resolue me now,And what your pleasure is, shall satisfie me.Rich.I Widow? then Ile warrant you all your Lands,And if what pleases him, shall pleasure you:
[1430]
Fight closer, or good faith you'le catch a Blow.Clarence.I feare her not, vnlesse she chance to fall.Rich.God forbid that, for hee'le take vantages.King.How many Children hast thou, Widow
? tell
me.
Clarence.I thinke he meanes to begge a Child of her.Rich.
[1435]
Nay then whip me: hee'le rather giue her two.Wid.Three, my most gracious Lord.Rich.You shall haue foure, if you'le be rul'd by him.King.'Twere pittie they should lose their Fathers
Lands.
Wid.Be pittifull, dread Lord, and graunt it then.King.
[1440]
Lords giue vs leaue, Ile trye this Widowes
wit.
Rich.I, good leaue haue you, for you will haue leaue,Till Youth take leaue, and leaue you to the Crutch.King.Now tell me, Madame, doe you loue your
Children?
Wid.I, full as dearely as I loue my selfe.King.
[1445]
And would you not doe much to doe them
good?
Wid.To doe them good, I would sustayne some
harme.
King.Then get your Husbands Lands, to doe them
good.
Wid.Therefore I came vnto your Maiestie.King.Ile tell you how these Lands are to be got.Wid.
[1450]
So shall you bind me to your Highnesse seruice.King.What seruice wilt thou doe me, if I giue them?Wid.What you command, that rests in me to doe.King.But you will take exceptions to my Boone.Wid.No, gracious Lord, except I cannot doe it.King.
[1455]
I, but thou canst doe what I meane to aske.Wid.Why then I will doe what your Grace com
mands.
Rich.Hee plyes her hard, and much Raine weares the
Marble.
Clar.As red as fire
? nay then, her Wax must melt.
Wid.Why stoppes my Lord? shall I not heare my
Taske?
King.
[1460]
An easie Taske, 'tis but to loue a King.Wid.That's soone perform'd, because I am a Subiect.King.Why then, thy Husbands Lands I freely giue
thee.
Wid.I take my leaue with many thousand thankes.Rich.The Match is made, shee seales it with a Cursie.King.
[1465]
But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of loue I meane.Wid.The fruits of Loue, I meane, my louing Liege.King.I, but I feare me in another sence.What Loue, think'st thou, I sue so much to get?Wid.My loue till death, my humble thanks, my prayers,
[1470]
That loue which Vertue begges, and Vertue graunts.King.No, by my troth, I did not meane such loue.Wid.Why then you meane not, as I thought you did.King.But now you partly may perceiue my minde.Wid.My minde will neuer graunt what I perceiue
[1475]
Your Highnesse aymes at, if I ayme aright.King.To tell thee plaine, I ayme to lye with thee.Wid.To tell you plaine, I had rather lye in Prison.King.Why then thou shalt not haue thy Husbands
Lands.
Wid.Why then mine Honestie shall be my Dower,
[1480]
For by that losse, I will not purchase them.King.Therein thou wrong'st thy Children mightily.Wid.Herein your Highnesse wrongs both them & me:But mightie Lord, this merry inclinationAccords not with the sadnesse of my suit:
[1485]
Please you dismisse me, eyther with I, or no.King.I, if thou wilt say I to my request:No, if thou do'st say No to my demand.Wid.Then No, my Lord: my suit is at an end.Rich.The Widow likes him not, shee knits her
Browes.
Clarence.
[1490]
Hee is the bluntest Wooer in Christen
dome.
King.Her Looks doth argue her replete with Modesty,Her Words doth shew her Wit incomparable,All her perfections challenge Soueraigntie,One way, or other, shee is for a King,
[1495]
And shee shall be my Loue, or else my Queene.Say, that King
Edward take thee for his Queene?
Wid.'Tis better said then done, my gracious Lord:I am a subiect fit to ieast withall,But farre vnfit to be a Soueraigne.King.
[1500]
Sweet Widow, by my State I sweare to thee,I speake no more then what my Soule intends,And that is, to enioy thee for my Loue.Wid.And that is more then I will yeeld vnto:I know, I am too meane to be your Queene,
[1505]
And yet too good to be your Concubine.King.You cauill, Widow, I did meane my Queene.Wid.'Twill grieue your Grace, my Sonnes should call
you Father.
King.No more, then when my DaughtersCall thee Mother.
[1510]
Thou art a Widow, and thou hast some Children,And by Gods Mother, I being but a Batchelor,Haue other‑some. Why, 'tis a happy thing,To be the Father vnto many Sonnes:Answer no more, for thou shalt be my Queene.Rich.
[1515]
The Ghostly Father now hath done his Shrift.Clarence.When hee was made a Shriuer, 'twas for shift.King.Brothers, you muse what Chat wee two haue
had.
Rich.The Widow likes it not, for shee lookes very
sad.
King.You'ld thinke it strange, if I should marrie
her.
Clarence.
[1520]
To who, my Lord
?King.Why
Clarence, to my selfe.
Rich.That would be tenne dayes wonder at the least.Clarence.That's a day longer then a Wonder lasts.Rich.By so much is the Wonder in extremes.King.
[1525]
Well, ieast on Brothers: I can tell you both,He
suit is graunted for her Husbands Lands.
Enter a Noble man.Nob.My gracious Lord,
Henry your Foe is taken,
And brought your Prisoner to your Pallace Gate.King.See that he be conuey'd vnto the Tower:
[1530]
And goe wee Brothers to the man that tooke him,To question of his apprehension.Widow goe you along: Lords vse her honourable.Exeunt.Manet Richard.Rich.I,
Edward will vse Women honourably:
Would he were wasted, Marrow, Bones, and all,
[1535]
That from his Loynes no hopefull Branch may spring,To crosse me from the Golden time I looke for:And yet, betweene my Soules desire, and me,The lustfull
Edwards Title buryed,
Is
Clarence, Henry, and his Sonne young
Edward,
[1540]
And all the vnlook'd‑for Issue of their Bodies,To take their Roomes, ere I can place my selfe:A cold premeditation for my purpose.Why then I doe but dreame on Soueraigntie,Like one that stands vpon a Promontorie,
[1545]
And spyes a farre‑off shore, where hee would tread,Wishing his foot were equall with his eye,And chides the Sea, that sunders him from thence,Saying, hee'le lade it dry, to haue his way:So doe I wish the Crowne, being so farre off,
[1550]
And so I chide the meanes that keepes me from it,And so (I say) Ile cut the Causes off,Flattering me with impossibilities:My Eyes too quicke, my Heart o're‑weenes too much,Vnlesse my Hand and Strength could equall them.
[1555]
Well, say there is no Kingdome then for
Richard:What other Pleasure can the World affoord?Ile make my Heauen in a Ladies Lappe,And decke my Body in gay Ornaments,And 'witch sweet Ladies with my Words and Lookes.
[1560]
Oh miserable Thought! and more vnlikely,Then to accomplish twentie Golden Crownes.Why Loue forswore me in my Mothers Wombe:And for I should not deale in her soft Lawes,Shee did corrupt frayle Nature with some Bribe,
[1565]
To shrinke mine Arme vp like a wither'd Shrub,To make an enuious Mountaine on my Back,Where sits Deformitie to mocke my Body;To shape my Legges of an vnequall size,To dis‑proportion me in euery part:
[1570]
Like to a Chaos, or an vn‑lick'd Beare‑whelpe,That carryes no impression like the Damme.And am I then a man to be belou'd?Oh monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought.Then since this Earth affoords no Ioy to me,
[1575]
But to command, to check, to o're‑beare such,As are of better Person then my selfe:Ile make my Heauen, to dreame vpon the Crowne,And whiles I liue, t'account this World but Hell,Vntill my mis‑shap'd Trunke, that beares this Head,
[1580]
Be round impaled with a glorious Crowne.And yet I know not how to get the Crowne,For many Liues stand betweene me and home:And I, like one lost in a Thornie Wood,That rents the Thornes, and is rent with the Thornes,
[1585]
Seeking a way, and straying from the way,Not knowing how to finde the open Ayre,But toyling desperately to finde it out,Torment my selfe, to catch the English Crowne:And from that torment I will free my selfe,
[1590]
Or hew my way out with a bloody Axe.Why I can smile, and murther whiles I smile,And cry, Content, to that which grieues my Heart,And wet my Cheekes with artificiall Teares,And frame my Face to all occasions.
[1595]
Ile drowne more Saylers then the Mermaid shall,Ile slay more gazers then the Basiliske,Ile play the Orator as well as
Nestor,
Deceiue more slyly then
Vlisses could,
And like a
Synon, take another Troy.
[1600]
I can adde Colours to the Camelion,Change shapes with
Proteus, for aduantages,
And set the murtherous
Macheuill to Schoole.
Can I doe this, and cannot get a Crowne?Tut, were it farther off, Ile plucke it downe.Exit.
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<l n="1415">Your Highnesse shall doe well to graunt her suit:</l>
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<l n="1417">It were no lesse, but yet Ile make a pawse.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="1418">Yea, is it so:</l>
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<sp who="#F-3h6-cla">
<speaker rend="italic">Clarence.</speaker>
<l n="1421">Hee knowes the Game, how true hee keepes
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<sp who="#F-3h6-ri3">
<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="1422">Silence.</l>
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<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>
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<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>
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<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>
<pb facs="FFimg:axc0516-0.jpg" n="160"/>
<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>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
</div>