| | Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, RIVERS, and GREY. | |
| RIVERS | Have patience, madam: there's no doubt his majesty | |
| | Will soon recover his accustom'd health. | |
| GREY | In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse: | |
| | Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comfort, |
| | And cheer his grace with quick and merry words. |
| QUEEN ELIZABETH | If he were dead, what would betide of me? | |
| RIVERS | No other harm but loss of such a lord. | |
| QUEEN ELIZABETH | The loss of such a lord includes all harm. | |
| GREY | The heavens have bless'd you with a goodly son, |
| | To be your comforter when he is gone. | | 10 |
| QUEEN ELIZABETH | Oh, he is young and his minority | |
| | Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloucester, | |
| | A man that loves not me, nor none of you. | |
| RIVERS | Is it concluded that he shall be protector? |
| QUEEN ELIZABETH | It is determined, not concluded yet: |
| | But so it must be, if the king miscarry.
| |
| | Enter BUCKINGHAM and STANLEY. | |
| GREY | Here come the lords of Buckingham and Stanley. | |
| BUCKINGHAM | Good time of day unto your royal grace! | |
| STANLEY | God make your majesty joyful as you have been! |
| QUEEN ELIZABETH | The Countess Richmond, good my Lord of Stanley. | | 20 |
| | To your good prayers will scarcely say amen. | |
| | Yet, Stanley, notwithstanding she's your wife, | |
| | And loves not me, be you, good lord, assured | |
| | I hate not you for her proud arrogance. |
| STANLEY | I do beseech you, either not believe | |
| | The envious slanders of her false accusers; | |
| | Or, if she be accused in true report, | |
| | Bear with her weakness, which, I think proceeds | |
| | From wayward sickness, and no grounded malice. |
| RIVERS | Saw you the king to-day, my Lord of Stanley? | | 30 |
| STANLEY | But now the Duke of Buckingham and I |
| | Are come from visiting his majesty. | |
| QUEEN ELIZABETH | What likelihood of his amendment, lords? | |
| BUCKINGHAM | Madam, good hope; his grace speaks cheerfully. |
| QUEEN ELIZABETH | God grant him health! Did you confer with him? | |
| BUCKINGHAM | Madam, we did: he desires to make atonement | |
| | Betwixt the Duke of Gloucester and your brothers, | |
| | And betwixt them and my lord chamberlain; | |
| | And sent to warn them to his royal presence. |
| QUEEN ELIZABETH | Would all were well! but that will never be | | 40 |
| | I fear our happiness is at the highest. | |
| | Enter GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, and DORSET. | |
| GLOUCESTER | They do me wrong, and I will not endure it: | |
| | Who are they that complain unto the king, | |
| | That I, forsooth, am stern, and love them not? |
| | By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly | |
| | That fill his ears with such dissentious rumours. |
| | Because I cannot flatter and speak fair, | |
| | Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive and cog, | |
| | Duck with French nods and apish courtesy, |
| | I must be held a rancorous enemy. | | 50 |
| | Cannot a plain man live and think no harm, | |
| | But thus his simple truth must be abused | |
| | By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks? | |
| RIVERS | To whom in all this presence speaks your grace? |
| GLOUCESTER | To thee, that hast nor honesty nor grace. | |
| | When have I injured thee? when done thee wrong? | |
| | Or thee? or thee? or any of your faction? | |
| | A plague upon you all! His royal person,-- | |
| | Whom God preserve better than you would wish!-- |
| | Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing-while, | | 60 |
| | But you must trouble him with lewd complaints. | |
| QUEEN ELIZABETH | Brother of Gloucester, you mistake the matter. | |
| | The king, of his own royal disposition, | |
| | And not provoked by any suitor else; | |
| | Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred, | |
| | Which in your outward actions shows itself | |
| | Against my kindred, brothers, and myself, | |
| | Makes him to send; that thereby he may gather | |
| | The ground of your ill-will, and so remove it. |
| GLOUCESTER | I cannot tell: the world is grown so bad, | |
| | That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch: | |
| | Since every Jack became a gentleman | |
| | There's many a gentle person made a Jack. | |
| QUEEN ELIZABETH | Come, come, we know your meaning, brother |
| | Gloucester; | | 75 |
| | You envy my advancement and my friends': | |
| | God grant we never may have need of you! | |
| GLOUCESTER | Meantime, God grants that we have need of you: | |
| | Your brother is imprison'd by your means, |
| | Myself disgraced, and the nobility | |
| | Held in contempt; whilst many fair promotions | | 80 |
| | Are daily given to ennoble those | |
| | That scarce, some two days since, were worth a noble. | |
| QUEEN ELIZABETH | By Him that raised me to this careful height |
| | From that contented hap which I enjoy'd, | |
| | I never did incense his majesty | |
| | Against the Duke of Clarence, but have been | |
| | An earnest advocate to plead for him. | |
| | My lord, you do me shameful injury, |
| | Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects. | |
| GLOUCESTER | You may deny that you were not the cause | | 90 |
| | Of my Lord Hastings' late imprisonment. | |
| RIVERS | She may, my lord, for-- | |
| GLOUCESTER | She may, Lord Rivers! why, who knows not so? |
| | 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 honours on your high deserts. | |
| | What may she not? She may, yea, marry, may she-- |
| RIVERS | What, marry, may she? | |
| GLOUCESTER | What, marry, may she! marry with a king, | | 100 |
| | A bachelor, a handsome stripling too: | |
| | I wis your grandam had a worser match. |
| QUEEN ELIZABETH | My Lord of Gloucester, I have too long borne |
| | Your blunt upbraidings and your bitter scoffs: | |
| | By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty | |
| | With those gross taunts I often have endured. | |
| | I had rather be a country servant-maid | |
| | Than a great queen, with this condition, |
| | To be thus taunted, scorn'd, and baited at: | |
| | Enter QUEEN MARGARET, behind. | |
| | Small joy have I in being England's queen. | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | And lessen'd be that small, God, I beseech thee! | |
| | Thy honour, state and seat is due to me. | |
| GLOUCESTER | What! threat you me with telling of the king? |
| | Tell him, and spare not: look, what I have said | |
| | I will avouch in presence of the king: | |
| | I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower. | |
| | 'Tis time to speak; my pains are quite forgot. |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Out, devil! I remember them too well: |
| | Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower, | |
| | And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury. | | 120 |
| GLOUCESTER | Ere you were queen, yea, or your husband king, | |
| | I was a pack-horse in his great affairs; | |
| | A weeder-out of his proud adversaries, |
| | A liberal rewarder of his friends: | |
| | To royalize his blood I spilt mine own. | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Yea, and much better blood than his or thine. | |
| GLOUCESTER | In all which time you and your husband Grey | |
| | Were factious for the house of Lancaster; |
| | And, Rivers, so were you. Was not your husband | |
| | In Margaret's battle at Saint Albans slain? | | 130 |
| | Let me put in your minds, if you forget, | |
| | What you have been ere now, and what you are; | |
| | Withal, what I have been, and what I am. |
| QUEEN MARGARET | A murderous villain, and so still thou art. | |
| GLOUCESTER | Poor Clarence did forsake his father, Warwick; | |
| | Yea, and forswore himself,--which Jesu pardon!-- | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Which God revenge! | |
| GLOUCESTER | To fight on Edward's party for the crown; |
| | And for his meed, poor lord, he is mew'd up. | |
| | I would to God my heart were flint, like Edward's; | | 140 |
| | Or Edward's soft and pitiful, like mine | |
| | I am too childish-foolish for this world. |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave the world, |
| | Thou cacodemon! there thy kingdom is. | |
| RIVERS | My Lord of Gloucester, in those busy days | |
| | Which here you urge to prove us enemies, | |
| | We follow'd then our lord, our lawful king: | |
| | So should we you, if you should be our king. |
| GLOUCESTER | If I should be! I had rather be a pedlar: | |
| | Far be it from my heart, the thought of it! | | 150 |
| QUEEN ELIZABETH | As little joy, my lord, as you suppose | |
| | You should enjoy, were you this country's king, | |
| | As little joy may you suppose in me. |
| | That I enjoy, being the queen thereof. | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | A little joy enjoys the queen thereof; |
| | For I am she, and altogether joyless. | |
| | I can no longer hold me patient. | |
| | [ Advancing. | |
| | Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out |
| | In sharing that which you have pill'd from me! | |
| | Which of you trembles not that looks on me? | | 160 |
| | If not, that, I being queen, you bow like subjects, | |
| | Yet that, by you depos'd, you quake like rebels? | |
| | O gentle villain, do not turn away! |
| GLOUCESTER | Foul, wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou in my sight? | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | But repetition of what thou hast marr'd; | |
| | That will I make before I let thee go. | |
| GLOUCESTER | Wert thou not banished on pain of death? | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | I was; but I do find more pain in banishment |
| | Than death can yield me here by my abode. | |
| | A husband and a son thou ow'st to me; | | 170 |
| | And thou a kingdom; all of you allegiance: | |
| | The sorrow that I have, by right is yours, | |
| | And all the pleasures you usurp are mine. |
| GLOUCESTER | 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, gavest the duke a clout | |
| | Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland-- |
| | His curses, then from bitterness of soul | |
| | Denounced against thee, are all fall'n upon thee; | |
| | And God, not we, hath plagued thy bloody deed. | |
| QUEEN ELIZABETH | So just is God, to right the innocent. | |
| HASTINGS | O, 'twas the foulest deed to slay that babe, |
| | And the most merciless that e'er was heard of! | |
| RIVERS | Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported. | |
| DORSET | No man but prophesied revenge for it. | |
| BUCKINGHAM | Northumberland, then present, wept to see it. | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | What! were you snarling all before I came, |
| | Ready to catch each other by the throat, | |
| | And turn you all your hatred now on me? | | 190 |
| | Did York's dread curse prevail so much with heaven? | |
| | That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, | |
| | Their kingdom's loss, my woful banishment, |
| | Could all but answer for that peevish brat? |
| | Can curses pierce the clouds and enter heaven? | |
| | Why, then, give way, dull clouds, to my quick curses! | |
| | If not by war, by surfeit die your king, | |
| | As ours by murder, to make him a king! |
| | Edward thy son, which now is Prince of Wales, | |
| | For Edward my son, which was Prince of Wales, | | 200 |
| | Die in his youth by like untimely violence! | |
| | Thyself a queen, for me that was a queen, | |
| | Outlive thy glory, like my wretched self! |
| | Long mayst thou live to wail thy children's loss; | |
| | And see another, as I see thee now, | |
| | Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stall'd in mine! | |
| | Long die thy happy days before thy death; | |
| | And, after many lengthen'd hours of grief, |
| | Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen! | |
| | Rivers and Dorset, you were standers by, | | 210 |
| | And so wast thou, Lord Hastings, when my son | |
| | Was stabb'd with bloody daggers: God, I pray him, | |
| | That none of you may live your natural age, |
| | But by some unlook'd accident cut off! | |
| GLOUCESTER | Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'd hag! | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | And leave out thee? stay, dog, for thou shalt hear me. | |
| | If heaven have any grievous plague in store | |
| | Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee, |
| | O, let them keep it till thy sins be ripe, | |
| | And then hurl down their indignation | | 220 |
| | On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace! | |
| | The worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul! | |
| | Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou livest, |
| | And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends! | |
| | No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, | |
| | Unless it be whilst some tormenting dream | |
| | Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils! | |
| | Thou elvish-mark'd, abortive, rooting hog! |
| | Thou that wast seal'd in thy nativity | |
| | The slave of nature and the son of hell! | | 230 |
| | Thou slander of thy mother's heavy womb! | |
| | Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins! | |
| | Thou rag of honour! thou detested-- |
| GLOUCESTER | Margaret. | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Richard! | |
| GLOUCESTER | Ha! | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | I call thee not. | |
| GLOUCESTER | I cry thee mercy then, for I had thought |
| | That thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names. | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Why, so I did; but look'd for no reply. | |
| | O, let me make the period to my curse! | |
| GLOUCESTER | 'Tis done by me, and ends in 'Margaret.' | |
| QUEEN ELIZABETH | Thus have you breathed your curse against yourself. |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my fortune! | |
| | Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider, | | 240 |
| | Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about? | |
| | Fool, fool! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself. | |
| | The time will come when thou shalt wish for me |
| | To help thee curse that poisonous bunchback'd toad. | |
| HASTINGS | False-boding woman, end thy frantic curse, | |
| | Lest to thy harm thou move our patience. | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Foul shame upon you! you have all mov'd mine. | |
| RIVERS | Were you well served, you would be taught your duty. |
| QUEEN MARGARET | To serve me well, you all should do me duty, | |
| | Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects: | | 250 |
| | O, serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty! | |
| DORSET | Dispute not with her; she is lunatic. | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Peace, master marquess, you are malapert: |
| | Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current. |
| | O, that your young nobility could judge | |
| | What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable! | |
| | They that stand high have many blasts to shake them; | |
| | And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces. |
| GLOUCESTER | Good counsel, marry: learn it, learn it, marquess. | |
| DORSET | It toucheth you, my lord, as much as me. | | 260 |
| GLOUCESTER | Yea, and much more: but I was born so high, | |
| | Our aery buildeth in the cedar's top, | |
| | And dallies with the wind and scorns the sun. |
| QUEEN MARGARET | And turns the sun to shade; alas! alas! | |
| | Witness my son, now in the shade of death, |
| | Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath | |
| | Hath in eternal darkness folded up. | |
| | Your aery buildeth in our aery's nest. |
| | O God, that seest it, do not suffer it! | |
| | As it was won with blood, lost be it so! | | 270 |
| BUCKINGHAM | Have done! for shame, if not for charity. | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Urge neither charity nor shame to me: | |
| | Uncharitably with me have you dealt, |
| | And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd. | |
| | My charity is outrage, life my shame | |
| | And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage. | |
| BUCKINGHAM | Have done, have done. | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | O princely Buckingham I'll kiss thy hand, |
| | In sign of league and amity with thee: | |
| | Now fair befal thee and thy noble house! | | 280 |
| | Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, | |
| | Nor thou within the compass of my curse. | |
| BUCKINGHAM | Nor no one here; for curses never pass |
| | The lips of those that breathe them in the air. | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | I'll not believe but they ascend the sky, | |
| | And there awake God's gentle-sleeping peace. | |
| | O Buckingham, take heed of yonder dog! | |
| | Look, when he fawns, he bites; and when he bites, |
| | His venom tooth will rankle to the death: | |
| | Have not to do with him, beware of him; | | 290 |
| | Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him, | |
| | And all their ministers attend on him. | |
| GLOUCESTER | What doth she say, my Lord of Buckingham? |
| BUCKINGHAM | Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord. | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel? | |
| | And soothe the devil that I warn thee from? | |
| | O, but remember this another day, | |
| | When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow, |
| | And say poor Margaret was a prophetess! | |
| | Live each of you the subjects to his hate, | | 300 |
| | And he to yours, and all of you to God's! | |
| | [ Exit | |
| HASTINGS | My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses. | |
| RIVERS | And so doth mine: I muse why she's at liberty. |
| GLOUCESTER | I cannot blame her: by God's holy mother, | |
| | She hath had too much wrong; and I repent | |
| | My part thereof that I have done to her. | |
| QUEEN ELIZABETH | I never did her any, to my knowledge. | |
| GLOUCESTER | But you have all the vantage of her wrong. |
| | I was too hot to do somebody good, | |
| | That is too cold in thinking of it now. | | 310 |
| | Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid, | |
| | He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains | |
| | God pardon them that are the cause of it! |
| RIVERS | A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion, | |
| | To pray for them that have done scathe to us. | |
| GLOUCESTER | So do I ever: [ Aside. ] | |
| | being well-advis'd; | |
| | For had I curs'd now, I had curs'd myself. |
| | Enter CATESBY. | |
| CATESBY | Madam, his majesty doth call for you, | |
| | And for your grace; and you, my noble lords. | |
| QUEEN ELIZABETH | Catesby, we come. Lords, will you go with me? | | 320 |
| RIVERS | Madam, we will attend your grace. | |
| | Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER. | |
| GLOUCESTER | I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. |
| | The secret mischiefs that I set abroach | |
| | I lay unto the grievous charge of others. | |
| | Clarence, whom I, indeed, have laid in darkness, | |
| | I do beweep to many simple gulls | |
| | Namely, to Hastings, Derby, Buckingham; |
| | And say it is the queen and her allies | |
| | That stir the king against the duke my brother. | |
| | Now, they believe it; and withal whet me | | 330 |
| | To be reveng'd on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: | |
| | But then I sigh; and, with a piece of scripture, |
| | Tell them that God bids us do good for evil: | |
| | And thus I clothe my naked villany | |
| | With odd old ends stolen out of holy writ; | |
| | And seem a saint, when most I play the devil. | |
| | Enter two Murderers. | |
| | But, soft! here come my executioners. |
| | How now, my hardy, stout resolved mates! | |
| | Are you now going to dispatch this deed? | |
| First Murderer | We are, my lord; and come to have the warrant | | 340 |
| | That we may be admitted where he is. | |
| GLOUCESTER | Well thought upon; I have it here about me. |
| | Gives the warrant. | |
| | When you have done, repair to Crosby Place. | |
| | But, sirs, be sudden in the execution, | |
| | Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead; | |
| | For Clarence is well-spoken, and perhaps | |
| | May move your hearts to pity if you mark him. |
| First Murderer | Tush! | |
| | Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate; | |
| | Talkers are no good doers: be assured | |
| | We come to use our hands and not our tongues. | |
| GLOUCESTER | Your eyes drop millstones, when fools' eyes drop tears: |
| | I like you, lads; about your business straight; | |
| | Go, go, dispatch. | |
| First Murderer | We will, my noble lord. | |
| | Exeunt | |