The Life and Death of Richard the Third.Prayes on the issue of his Mothers body,And makes her Pue‑fellow with others mone.Dut.Oh
Harries wife, triumph not in my woes:
[2680]
God witnesse with me, I haue wept for thine.Mar.Beare with me: I am hungry for reuenge,And now I cloy me with beholding it.Thy
Edward he is dead, that kill'd my
Edward,
The other
Edward dead, to quit my
Edward:
[2685]
Yong Yorke, he is but boote, because both theyMatcht not the high perfection of my losse.Thy
Clarence he is dead, that stab'd my
Edward,
And the beholders of this franticke play,Ih'adulterate
Hastings, Riuers, Vaughan, Gray,
[2690]
Vntimely smother'd in their dusky Graues.Richard yet liues, Hels blacke Intelligencer,
Onely reseru'd their Factor, to buy soules,And send them thither: But at hand, at handInsues his pittious and vnpittied end.
[2695]
Earth gapes, Hell burnes, Fiends roare, Saints pray,To haue him sodainly conuey'd from hence:Cancell his bond of life, deere God I pray,That I may liue and say, The Dogge is dead.Qu.O thou did'st prophesie, the time would come,
[2700]
That I should wish for thee to helpe me curseThat bottel'd Spider, that foule bunch‑back'd Toad.Mar.I call'd thee then, vaine flourish of my fortune:I call'd thee then, poore Shadow, painted Queen,The presentation of but what I was;
[2705]
The flattering Index of a direfull Pageant;One heau'd a high, to be hurl'd downe below:A Mother onely mockt with two faire Babes;A dreame of what thou wast, a garish FlaggeTo be the ayme of euery dangerous Shot;
[2710]
A signe of Dignity, a Breath, a Bubble;A Queene in ieast, onely to fill the Scene.Where is thy Husband now? Where be thy Brothers?Where be thy two Sonnes? Wherein dost thou Ioy?Who sues, and kneeles, and sayes, God saue the Queene?
[2715]
Where be the bending Peeres that flattered thee?Where be the thronging Troopes that followed thee?Decline all this, and see what now thou art.For happy Wife, a most distressed Widdow:For ioyfull Mother, one that wailes the name:
[2720]
For one being sued too, one that humbly sues:For Queene, a very Caytiffe, crown'd with care:For she that scorn'd at me, now scorn'd of me:For she being feared of all, now fearing one:For she commanding all, obey'd of none.
[2725]
Thus hath the course of Iustice whirl'd about,And left thee but a very prey to time,Hauing no more but Thought of what thou wast.To torture thee the more, being what thou art,Thou didst vsurpe my place, and dost thou not
[2730]
Vsurpe the iust proportion of my Sorrow?Now thy proud Necke, beares halfe my burthen'd yoke,From which, euen heere I slip my wearied head,And leaue the burthen of it all, on thee.Farwell Yorkes wife, and Queene of sad mischance,
[2735]
These English woes, shall make me smile in France.Qu.O thou well skill'd in Curses, stay a‑while,And teach me how to curse mine enemies.Mar.Forbeare to sleepe the night, and fast the day:Compare dead happinesse, with liuing woe:
[2740]
Thinke that thy Babes were sweeter then they were,And he that slew them fowler then he is:Bett'ring thy losse, makes the bad causer worse,
Reuoluing this, will teach thee how to Curse.An ink mark follows the end of this line.Qu.My words are dull, O quicken them with thine.Mar.
[2745]
Thy woes will make them sharpe,And pierce like mine.Exit Margaret.Dut.Why should calamity be full of words?Qu.Windy Atturnies to their Clients Woes,Ayery succeeders of intestine ioyes,
[2750]
Poore breathing Orators of miseries,Let them haue scope, though what they will impart,Helpe nothing els, yet do they ease the hart.Dut.If so then, be not Tongue‑ty'd: go with me,And in the breath of bitter words, let's smother
[2755]
My damned Son, that thy two sweet Sonnes smother'd.The Trumpet sounds, be copious in exclaimes.Enter King Richard, and his Traine.Rich.Who intercepts me in my Expedition?Dut.O she, that might haue intercepted theeBy strangling thee in her
aceursedaccursed wombe,
[2760]
From all the slaughters (Wretch) that thou hast done.Qu.Hid'st thou that Forhead with a Golden CrowneWhere't should be branded, if that right were right?The slaughter of the Prince that ow'd that Crowne,And the dyre death of my poore Sonnes, and Brothers.
[2765]
Tell me thou Villaine‑slaue, where are my Children?Dut.Thou Toad, thou Toade,Where is thy Brother
Clarence?
And little
Ned Plantagenet his Sonne?
Qu.Where is the gentle
Riuers, Vaughan, Gray?
Dut.
[2770]
Where is kinde
Hastings?
Rich.A flourish Trumpets, strike Alarum Drummes:Let not the Heauens heare these Tell‑tale womenRaile on the Lords Annointed. Strike I say.Flourish. Alarums.Either be patient, and intreat me fayre,
[2775]
Or with the clamorous report of Warre,Thus will I drowne your exclamations.Dut.Art thou my Sonne?Rich.I, I thanke God, my Father, and your selfe.Dut.Then patiently heare my impatience.Rich.
[2780]
Madam, I haue a touch of your condition,That cannot brooke the accent of reproofe.Dut.O let me speake.Rich.Do then, but Ile not heare.Dut.I will be milde, and gentle in my words.Rich.
[2785]
And breefe (good Mother) for I am in hast.Dut.Art thou so hasty? I haue staid for thee(God knowes) in torment and in agony.Rich.And came I not at last to comfort you?Dut.No by the holy Rood, thou know'st it well,
[2790]
Thou cam'st on earth, to make the earth my Hell.A greeuous burthen was thy Birth to me,Tetchy and wayward was thy Infancie.Thy School‑daies frightfull, desp'rate, wilde, and furious,Thy prime of Manhood, daring, bold, and venturous:
[2795]
Thy Age confirm'd, proud, subtle, slye, and bloody,More milde, but yet more harmfull; Kinde in hatred:What comfortable houre canst thou name,That euer grac'd me with thy company?Rich.Faith none, but
Humfrey Hower,
[2800]
That call'd your GraceTo Breakefast once, forth of my company.If I be so disgracious in your eye,Let me march on, and not offend you Madam.Strike vp the Drumme.Dut.
[Act 4, Scene 3]
Enter Tyrrel.Tyr.The tyrannous and bloodie Act is done,The most arch deed of pittious massacreThat euer yet this Land was guilty of:Dighton and
Forrest, who I did suborne
[2565]
To do this peece of ruthfull Butchery,Albeit they were flesht Villaines, bloody Dogges,Melted with tendernesse, and milde compassion,Wept like to Children, in their deaths sad Story.O thus (quoth
Dighton) lay the gentle Babes;
[2570]
Thus, thus (quoth
Forrest) girdling one another
Within their Alablaster innocent Armes:Their lips were foure red Roses on a stalke,And in their Summer Beauty kist each other.A Booke of Prayers on their pillow lay,
[2575]
Which one (quoth
Forrest) almost chang'd my minde:
But oh the Diuell, there the Villaine stopt:When
Dighton thus told on, we smothered
The most replenished sweet worke of Nature,That from the prime Creation ere she framed.
[2580]
Hence both are gone with Conscience and Remorse,They could not speake, and so I left them both,To beare this tydings to the bloody King.Enter Richard.And heere he comes. All health my Soueraigne Lord.Ric.Kinde
Tirrell, am I happy in thy Newes.
Tir.
[2585]
If to haue done the thing you gaue in charge,Beget your happinesse, be happy then,For it is done.Rich.But did'st thou see them dead.Tir.I did my Lord.Rich.
[2590]
And buried gentle
Tirrell.
Tir.The Chaplaine of the Tower hath buried them,But where (to say the truth) I do not know.Rich.Come to me
Tirrel soone, and after Supper,
When thou shalt tell the processe of their death.
[2595]
Meane time, but thinke how I may do the good,And be inheritor of thy desire.Farewell till then.Tir.I humbly take my leaue.Rich.The Sonne of
Clarence haue I pent vp close,
[2600]
His daughter meanly haue I matcht in marriage,The Sonnes of
Edward sleepe in
Abrahams bosome,
And
Anne my wife hath bid this world good night.
Now for I know the Britaine
Richmond aymes
At yong
Elizabeth my brothers daughter,
[2605]
And by that knot lookes proudly on the Crowne,To her go I, a iolly thriuing wooer.Enter Ratcliffe.Rat.My Lord.Rich.Good or bad newes, that thou com'st in so
bluntly?
Rat.Bad news my Lord,
Mourton is fled to Richmond,
[2610]
And Buckingham backt with the hardy WelshmenIs in the field, and still his power encreaseth.Rich.Ely with Richmond troubles me more neere,Then Buckingham and his rash leuied Strength.Come, I haue learn'd, that fearfull commenting
[2615]
Is leaden seruitor to dull delay.Delay leds impotent and Snaile‑pac'd Beggery:Then fierie expedition be my wing,Ioues Mercury, and Herald for a King:Go muster men: My counsaile is my Sheeld,
[2620]
We must be breefe, when Traitors braue the field.Exeunt.
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<l n="2580">Hence both are gone with Conscience and Remorse,</l>
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<l n="2583">And heere he comes. All health my Soueraigne Lord.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Ric.</speaker>
<l n="2584">Kinde<hi rend="italic">Tirrell</hi>, am I happy in thy Newes.</l>
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<sp who="#F-r3-tyr">
<speaker rend="italic">Tir.</speaker>
<l n="2585">If to haue done the thing you gaue in charge,</l>
<l n="2586">Beget your happinesse, be happy then,</l>
<l n="2587">For it is done.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="2588">But did'st thou see them dead.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Tir.</speaker>
<l n="2589">I did my Lord.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="2590">And buried gentle<hi rend="italic">Tirrell</hi>.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Tir.</speaker>
<l n="2591">The Chaplaine of the Tower hath buried them,</l>
<l n="2592">But where (to say the truth) I do not know.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="2593">Come to me<hi rend="italic">Tirrel</hi>soone, and after Supper,</l>
<l n="2594">When thou shalt tell the processe of their death.</l>
<l n="2595">Meane time, but thinke how I may do the good,</l>
<l n="2596">And be inheritor of thy desire.</l>
<l n="2597">Farewell till then.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Tir.</speaker>
<l n="2598">I humbly take my leaue.</l>
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<l n="2599">The Sonne of<hi rend="italic">Clarence</hi>haue I pent vp close,</l>
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<l n="2601">The Sonnes of<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>sleepe in<hi rend="italic">Abrahams</hi>bosome,</l>
<l n="2602">And<hi rend="italic">Anne</hi>my wife hath bid this world good night.</l>
<l n="2603">Now for I know the Britaine<hi rend="italic">Richmond</hi>aymes</l>
<l n="2604">At yong<hi rend="italic">Elizabeth</hi>my brothers daughter,</l>
<l n="2605">And by that knot lookes proudly on the Crowne,</l>
<l n="2606">To her go I, a iolly thriuing wooer.</l>
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<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Ratcliffe.</stage>
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<speaker rend="italic">Rat.</speaker>
<l n="2607">My Lord.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="2608">Good or bad newes, that thou com'st in so
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<l n="2610">And Buckingham backt with the hardy Welshmen</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
<l n="2612">Ely with Richmond troubles me more neere,</l>
<l n="2613">Then Buckingham and his rash leuied Strength.</l>
<l n="2614">Come, I haue learn'd, that fearfull commenting</l>
<l n="2615">Is leaden seruitor to dull delay.</l>
<l n="2616">Delay leds impotent and Snaile‑pac'd Beggery:</l>
<l n="2617">Then fierie expedition be my wing,</l>
<l n="2618">Ioues Mercury, and Herald for a King:</l>
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<l n="2620">We must be breefe, when Traitors braue the field.</l>
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