Scene III. KING RICHARD III. Q. Eliz. Would all were well -But that A bachelor, a handsome stripling too : will never be ; 1 fear, our happiness is at the height. Enter GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and DORSET. Who are they, that complain unto the king, Grey. To whom in all this presence speaks Glo. To thee, that hast nor honesty, nor grace. When have I injur'd thee? when done thee Or thee 1-or thee ?-or any of your faction? Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing-while, Q. Eliz. Brother of Gloster, you mistake The king, of his own royal disposition, gather may The ground of your ill-will, and so remove it. Glo. I cannot tell ;-the world is grown so bad, That wrens may prey were eagles dare not Since every Jack became a gentleman, You envy my advancement, and my friends'; Our brother is imprisoned by your means, That scarce, some two days since, were worth a Q. Eliz. By Him, that rais'd me to this care- From that contented hap which I enjoy'd, I wis, your grandan had a worser match. Your long borne blunt upbraidings, and your bitter By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty Enter Queen MARGARET, behind. Q. Mar. And lessen'd be that small, God, I Thy honour, state, and seat, is due to me. Tell him, and spare not: look, what I have I will avouch in presence of the king: Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower, Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or your hus- I was a pack-borse in his great affairs; Q. Mar. Ay, and much better blood than his, Glo. In all which time, you, and your hus- Were factious for the house of Lancaster ;- In Margaret's battle at Saint Alban's slain ? are; Withal, what I have been, and what I am. Q. Mar. A murd'rous villain, and so still Glo. Poor Clarence did forsake his father Ay, and forswore himself,-Which Jesu par- Q. Mar. Which God revenge! Glo. To fight on Edward's party, for the crown; And, for his meed, poor lord, he is mew'd || up: ward's, Or Edward's soft and pitiful like mine; leave this world, Thou cacodæmon?¶ there thy kingdom is. Gle. You may deny that you were not the So should we you, if you should be our king. cause Of my lord Hastings' late imprisonment. Rir. She may, my lord; for――― knows not so ? Rivers 1-Why, who She may do more, Sir, than denying that: She may help you to many fair preferments; And then deny her aiding hand therein, And lay those bonours on your high desert. she, Riv. What, marry, may she? Glo. If I should be 7-I had rather be a pedlar; Far be it from my heart, the thought thereof! You should enjoy, were you this country's king; As little joy you may suppose in me, Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen there- For I am she, and altogether joyless. Glo. What, marry may she? marry with a I can no longer hold me patient.- [Advancing. king, Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out + Labours. 1 Make royal. Corrupt devil. In sharing that which you have pill'd from 10 let them keep it, till thy sins be ripe, me: Which of you trembles not, that looks on me? If not, that, I being queen, you bow like subjects; Yet that, by you depos'd, you quake like re bels? Ah! gentle villain, do not turn away! Glo. Foul wrinkled witch, what inak'st thou in my sight? Q. Mar. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd; That will I make, before I let thee go. Q. Mar. I was; but I do find more pain Than death can yield me here by my abode. of in Glo. The curse my noble father laid on thee, When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper, And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes; And then, to dry them, gav'st the duke a clout, Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rut Jand; His curses, then from bitterness of soul Denounc'd against thee, are all fall'n upon thee; And God, not we, hath plagu'd thy bloody deed. Q. Eliz. So just is God, to right the innocent. Hast. O 'twas the foulest deed to slay that babe, And the most merciless, that e'er was heard of. Riv. Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported. Dors. No man but prophesied revenge for it. Buck. Northumberland, then present, wept to see it. Q. Mar. What! were you snarling all, before Ready to catch each other by the throat, Though not by war, by surfeit die your king, And see another, as I see thee now, That none of you inay live your natural age, Glo. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'd hag. Q. Mar. And leave out thee? stay, dog, for If heaven have any grievous plague in store, peace! The worm of conscience still begnaw thy sool! Glo. Margaret. Q. Mar. Richard! Glo. Ha? curse; Lest, to thy harm, thou move our patience. Q. Mar. Foul shame upon you! you have all mov'd mine. Riv. Were you well serv'd, you would be taught your duty. Q. Mar. To serve me well, you all should do me duty, Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects: O serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty. Dor. Dispute not with her, she is lunatic. Q. Mar. Peace, master marquis, you are malapert: Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce cur rent: + that your young nobility could judge, What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable! They that stand high, bave many blast to shake them; And, if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces. Glo. Good counsel, marry ;-learn it, learn it, marquis. Dor. It touches you, my lord, as much as III Uncharitably with me have you dealt, Q. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I kiss thy In sign of league and amity with thee: Buck. Nor no one here; for curses never pass sky, And there awake God's gentle-sleeping peace. Look, when he fawns, he bites; and, when he His venom tooth will rankle to the death: clothe my naked villany But soft, here come my executioners. me: That we may be admitted where he is. Talkers are no good doers; be assur'd, Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on We go to use our hands, and not our tongues. him; And all their ministers attend on him. Gio. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham ? Buck. Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord. Q. Mar. What, dost thou scorn me for my And sooth the devil that I warn thee from? [Exit. Hast. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses. Riv. And so doth mine; I muse, why she's at liberty. Glo. I cannot blame her, by God's holy mo- She hath had too much wrong, and I repent Q. Eliz. I never did her any, to my know- Glo. Yet you have all the vantage of her I was too hot to do somebody good, To pray for them that have done scath to us. Enter CATESBY. [Aside. Cates. Madam, his majesty doth call for And for your grace,-and you, my noble lords. Riv. Madam, we will attend upon your grace. I do beweep to many simple gulls; Glo. Your eyes drop mill-stones, when fools' I like you, lads-about your business straight; [Exeunt. 1 Murd. We will, my noble lord. Enter CLARENCE and BRAKENBURY. Brak. Why looks your grace so heavily today? Clar. Oh! I have pass'd a miserable night, Brak. What was your dream, my lord? I pray Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy; And cited up a thousand heavy times, drown! and, in Struck me, that thought to stay him, over-board, Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept Brak. Had you such leisure in the time of To gaze upon these secrets of the deep? strive To yield the ghost; but still the envious flood Brak. Awak'd you not with this sore agony! Clar. Oh no, my dream was lengthen'd after life; Oh! then began the tempest to my soul! 1 pass'd, methought the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned War. wick, 1 Murd. No; he'll say 'twas done cowardly, when he wakes. 2 Murd. When he wakes! why, fool, he shall never wake until the great judgment day. 1 Murd. Why, then he'll say we stabb'd bim sleeping. 2 Murd. The urging of that word, judgment, hath bred a kind of remorse in me. 1 Murd. What? art thou afraid? 2 Murd. Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; but to be damn'd for killing him, from the which no warrant can defend me. 1 Murd. I thought thou had'st been reso Who cried aloud,-What scourge for perjury rence? And so he vanish'd: Then came wand'ring by A shadow like an angel, with bright hair Dabbled in blood; and he shriek'd out aload, Clarence is come, false, fleeting, perjur'd Clarence, That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury Seize on him, furies, take him to your tor. ments! With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends I am afraid, methinks to hear you tell it. these That now give evidence against my soul, For Edward's sake; and, see, how he requites ine ! O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee, But thou wilt be aveng'd on my misdeeds, O spare my guiltless wife, and my poor chi! dren! I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me; [CLARENCE reposes himself on a Chair. Sorrow breaks seasons, and reposing hours Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night. Princes have but their titles for their glories, They often feel a world of restless cares : Enter the two MURDERERS. 2 Murd. So I am, to let him live. 1 Murd. I'll back to the duke of Gloster, and tell him so. 2 Murd. Nay, I pr'ythee stay a little: I hope this holy humour of mine will change; it was wont to hold me but while one would tell twenty. 1 Murd. How dost thou feel thyself now! 2 Murd. 'Faith some certain dregs of conscience are yet within me. 1 Murd. Remember our reward, when the deed's done. 2 Murd. Come, he dies; I had forgot the reward. 1 Murd. Where's thy conscience now ! 2 Murd. In the duke of Gloster's parse. 1 Murd. So when he opens his purse to give us our reward, thy conscience flies out. 2 Murd. 'Tis no matter; let it go; there's few or none will entertain it. 1 Murd. What, if it come to thee again? 2 Murd. I'll not meddle with it; it is a dangerous thing, it makes a man a coward: a man cannot steal, but it accuseth him; a man cannot swear, but it checks him; a man cannot he with his neighbour's wife, but it detects big: 'Tis a blushing shame-fac'd spirit, that mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles: it made me once restore a purse of gold, that by chance I found; it beggars any man, that keeps it: it is turned out of all towns and cities for a dangerous thing; and every man, that means to live well, endeavours to trust to himself, and live without it. 1 Murd. 'Zounds, it is even now at my elbow, persuading me not to kill the duke. 2 Murd. Take the devil in thy mind, and believe him not: he would insinuate with ther, but to make thee sigh. 1 Murd. I am strong-fram'd, he cannot prevail with me. 2 Murd. Spoke like a tall fellow, that respects his reputation. Come, shall we fall to work? 1 Murd. Take him over the costard + with the hilts of thy sword, and then throw him into the malmsey-butt, in the next room. 2 Murd. O excellent device! and make a sop of him. 1 Murd. Soft! he wakes. 2 Murd. Strike. 1 Murd. You may, Sir; 'tis a point of wis-Your [Exit BRAKENBURY. 2 Murd. What, shall we stab him as he sleeps ? come? 1 Both Murd. To, to, to,Clar. To murder me? Both Murd. Ay, ay. Clar. You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so, And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it. Wherein, my friends, have I offended you? 1 Murd. Offended us you have not, but the king. Clar. I shall be reconcil'd to him again. 2 Murd. Never, my lord; therefore prepare to die. Clar. Are you call'd forth from out a world of men, To slay the innocent? What is my offence? Where is the evidence that doth accuse me? What lawful quest have given their verdict up Unto the frowning judge? or who pronounc'd To threaten me with death is most unlawful. That you depart, and lay no hands on me; 1 Murd. What we will do, we do upon command. 2 Murd. And he, that hath commanded, is our king. Clar. Erroneous vassal! the great King of kings Hath in the table of his law commanded, For false forswearing, and for murder too : 1 Murd. And, like a traitor to the name of God, Didst break that vow; and, with thy treacherous blade, Unrip'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son. 2 Murd. Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and defend. 1 Murd. How caust thou urge God's dreadful law to us, When thou hast broke it in such dear gree? Clar. Alas! for whose sake did I that deed ? For Edward, for my brother, for his sake: de ill 1 Murd. Who made thee then a bloody minister, When gallant-springing, brave Plantagenet, That princely novice,t was struck dead by thee? Clar. My brother's love, the devil, and my rage. 1 Murd. Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy fault, Provoke us bither now to slaughter thee. I am his brother, and I love him well. 2 Murd. You are deceiv'd, your brother Gloster hates you. Clar. Oh! no; he loves me, and he holds me dear : Go you to him from me. Both Murd. Ay, so we will. Clar. Tell him, when that our princely father York Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm, And charg'd us from his soul to love each other, He little thought of this divided friendship: 1 Murd. Ay, mill-stones; as he lesson'd us to weep. Clar. Oh! do not slander him, for he is kind. 1 Murd. Right, as snow in harvest. Come, you deceive yourself; 'Tis he that sends us to destroy you here. Clar. It cannot be; for he bewept my for tune, And hugg'd me in his arms, and swore, with sobs, That he would labour my delivery. 1 Murd. Why so he doth, when he delivers Clar. Not to relent, is beastly, savage, devilish. Which of you, if you were a prince's son, Would not entreat for life? My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks; Oh! if thine eye be not a flatterer, Come thou on my side, and entreat for me, As you would beg, were you in my distress. A begging prince what beggar pities not 1 2 Murd. Look behind you, my lord. 1 Murd. Take that, and that; if all this will [Stabs him. not do, I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within. [Exit with the body. 2 Murd. A bloody deed, and desperately despatch'd! How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands Of this most grievous guilty murder done! Re-enter first MURDERER. 1 Murd. How now? what mean'st thou, that thou help'st me not? By heaven, the duke shall know how slack you have been. 2 Murd. I would he knew, that I had sav'd his brother! Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say; |