ACT III SCENE VII> | Baynard's Castle. | |
| Enter GLOUCESTER and BUCKINGHAM, meeting. | |
GLOUCESTER | How now, my lord, what say the citizens? | |
BUCKINGHAM | Now, by the holy mother of our Lord, | |
| The citizens are mum and speak not a word. | |
GLOUCESTER | Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's children? |
BUCKINGHAM | I did; with his contract with Lady Lucy, | |
| And his contract by deputy in France; | |
| The insatiate greediness of his desires, | |
| And his enforcement of the city wives; | |
| His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy, |
| As being got, your father then in France, | |
| His resemblance, being not like the duke; | | 10 |
| Withal I did infer your lineaments, | |
| Being the right idea of your father, | |
| Both in your form and nobleness of mind; |
| Laid open all your victories in Scotland, | |
| Your dicipline in war, wisdom in peace, | |
| Your bounty, virtue, fair humility: | |
| Indeed, left nothing fitting for the purpose | |
| Untouch'd, or slightly handled, in discourse |
| And when mine oratory grew to an end | |
| I bid them that did love their country's good | | 20 |
| Cry 'God save Richard, England's royal king!' | |
GLOUCESTER | Ah! and did they so? | |
BUCKINGHAM | No, so God help me, they spake not a word; |
| But, like dumb statues or breathing stones, | |
| Gazed each on other, and look'd deadly pale. | |
| Which when I saw, I reprehended them; | |
| And ask'd the mayor what meant this wilful silence: | |
| His answer was, the people were not wont |
| To be spoke to but by the recorder. | |
| Then he was urged to tell my tale again, | | 30 |
| 'Thus saith the duke, thus hath the duke inferr'd;' | |
| But nothing spake in warrant from himself. | |
| When he had done, some followers of mine own, |
| At the lower end of the hall, hurl'd up their caps, | |
| And some ten voices cried 'God save King Richard!' | |
| And thus I took the vantage of those few, | |
| 'Thanks, gentle citizens and friends,' quoth I; | |
| 'This general applause and loving shout |
| Argues your wisdoms and your love to Richard:' | |
| And even here brake off, and came away. | | 40 |
GLOUCESTER | What tongueless blocks were they! would not they speak? | |
BUCKINGHAM | No, by my troth, my lord. | |
GLOUCESTER | Will not the mayor then and his brethren come? |
BUCKINGHAM | The mayor is here at hand: intend some fear; | |
| Be not you spoke with, but by mighty suit: | |
| And look you get a prayer-book in your hand, | |
| And stand betwixt two churchmen, good my lord; | |
| For on that ground I'll build a holy descant: |
| And be not easily won to our request: | |
| Play the maid's part, still answer nay, and take it. | | 50 |
GLOUCESTER | I go; and if you plead as well for them | |
| As I can say nay to thee for myself, | |
| No doubt well bring it to a happy issue. |
BUCKINGHAM | Go, go, up to the leads; the lord mayor knocks. | |
| Exit GLOUCESTER. | |
| Enter the Lord Mayor and Citizens | |
| Welcome my lord; I dance attendance here; | |
| I think the duke will not be spoke withal. | |
| Enter CATESBY. | |
| Here comes his servant: how now, Catesby, | |
| What says he? |
CATESBY | My lord: he doth entreat your grace; | |
| To visit him to-morrow or next day: | |
| He is within, with two right reverend fathers, | | 60 |
| Divinely bent to meditation; | |
| And no worldly suit would he be moved, |
| To draw him from his holy exercise. | |
BUCKINGHAM | Return, good Catesby, to thy lord again; | |
| Tell him, myself, the mayor and citizens, | |
| In deep designs and matters of great moment, | |
| No less importing than our general good, |
| Are come to have some conference with his grace. | |
CATESBY | I'll tell him what you say, my lord. | |
| Exit | |
BUCKINGHAM | Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an Edward! | | 70 |
| He is not lolling on a lewd day-bed, | |
| But on his knees at meditation; |
| Not dallying with a brace of courtezans, | |
| But meditating with two deep divines; | |
| Not sleeping, to engross his idle body, | |
| But praying, to enrich his watchful soul: | |
| Happy were England, would this gracious prince |
| Take on himself the sovereignty thereof: | |
| But, sure, I fear, we shall ne'er win him to it. | |
Lord Mayor | Marry, God forbid his grace should say us nay! | | 80 |
BUCKINGHAM | I fear he will. | |
| Re-enter CATESBY. | |
| How now, Catesby, what says your lord? |
CATESBY | My lord, | |
| He wonders to what end you have assembled | |
| Such troops of citizens to speak with him, | |
| His grace not being warn'd thereof before: | |
| My lord, he fears you mean no good to him. |
BUCKINGHAM | Sorry I am my noble cousin should | |
| Suspect me, that I mean no good to him: | |
| By heaven, I come in perfect love to him; | |
| And so once more return and tell his grace. | | 90 |
| Exit CATESBY. | |
| When holy and devout religious men |
| Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence, | |
| So sweet is zealous contemplation. | |
| Enter GLOUCESTER aloft, between two Bishops.
CATESBY returns. | |
Lord Mayor | See, where he stands between two clergymen! | |
BUCKINGHAM | Two props of virtue for a Christian prince, | |
| To stay him from the fall of vanity: |
| And, see, a book of prayer in his hand, | |
| True ornaments to know a holy man. | |
| Famous Plantagenet, most gracious prince, | |
| Lend favourable ears to our request; | | 100 |
| And pardon us the interruption |
| Of thy devotion and right Christian zeal. | |
GLOUCESTER | My lord, there needs no such apology: | |
| I rather do beseech you pardon me, | |
| Who, earnest in the service of my God, | |
| Neglect the visitation of my friends. |
| But, leaving this, what is your grace's pleasure? | |
BUCKINGHAM | Even that, I hope, which pleaseth God above, | |
| And all good men of this ungovern'd isle. | |
GLOUCESTER | I do suspect I have done some offence | | 110 |
| That seems disgracious in the city's eyes, |
| And that you come to reprehend my ignorance. | |
BUCKINGHAM | You have, my lord: would it might please your grace, | |
| At our entreaties, to amend that fault! | |
GLOUCESTER | Else wherefore breathe I in a Christian land? | |
BUCKINGHAM | Then know, it is your fault that you resign |
| The supreme seat, the throne majestical, | |
| The scepter'd office of your ancestors, | |
| Your state of fortune and your due of birth, | |
| The lineal glory of your royal house, | | 120 |
| To the corruption of a blemished stock: |
| Whilst, in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts, | |
| Which here we waken to our country's good, | |
| This noble isle doth want her proper limbs; | |
| Her face defaced with scars of infamy, | |
| Her royal stock graft with ignoble plants, |
| And almost shoulder'd in the swallowing gulf | |
| Of blind forgetfulness and dark oblivion. | |
| Which to recure, we heartily solicit | |
| Your gracious self to take on you the charge | | 130 |
| And kingly government of this your land, |
| Not as protector, steward, substitute, | |
| Or lowly factor for another's gain; | |
| But as successively from blood to blood, | |
| Your right of birth, your empery, your own. | |
| For this, consorted with the citizens, |
| Your very worshipful and loving friends, | |
| And by their vehement instigation, | |
| In this just suit come I to move your grace. | |
GLOUCESTER | I know not whether to depart in silence, | | 140 |
| Or bitterly to speak in your reproof. |
| Best fitteth my degree or your condition | |
| If not to answer, you might haply think | |
| Tongue-tied ambition, not replying, yielded | |
| To bear the golden yoke of sovereignty, | |
| Which fondly you would here impose on me; |
| If to reprove you for this suit of yours, | |
| So season'd with your faithful love to me. | |
| Then, on the other side, I cheque'd my friends. | |
| Therefore, to speak, and to avoid the first, | | 150 |
| And then, in speaking, not to incur the last, |
| Definitively thus I answer you. | |
| Your love deserves my thanks; but my desert | |
| Unmeritable shuns your high request. | |
| First if all obstacles were cut away, | |
| And that my path were even to the crown, |
| As my ripe revenue and due by birth | |
| Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, | |
| So mighty and so many my defects, | |
| As I had rather hide me from my greatness, | | 160 |
| Being a bark to brook no mighty sea, |
| Than in my greatness covet to be hid, | |
| And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. | |
| But, God be thank'd, there's no need of me, | |
| And much I need to help you, if need were; | |
| The royal tree hath left us royal fruit, |
| Which, mellow'd by the stealing hours of time, | |
| Will well become the seat of majesty, | |
| And make, no doubt, us happy by his reign. | |
| On him I lay what you would lay on me, | | 170 |
| The right and fortune of his happy stars; |
| Which God defend that I should wring from him! | |
BUCKINGHAM | My lord, this argues conscience in your grace; | |
| But the respects thereof are nice and trivial, | |
| All circumstances well considered. | |
| You say that Edward is your brother's son: |
| So say we too, but not by Edward's wife; | |
| For first he was contract to Lady Lucy-- | |
| Your mother lives a witness to that vow-- | |
| And afterward by substitute betroth'd | | 180 |
| To Bona, sister to the King of France. |
| These both put by a poor petitioner, | |
| A care-crazed mother of a many children, | |
| A beauty-waning and distressed widow, | |
| Even in the afternoon of her best days, | |
| Made prize and purchase of his lustful eye, |
| Seduced the pitch and height of all his thoughts | |
| To base declension and loathed bigamy | |
| By her, in his unlawful bed, he got | |
| This Edward, whom our manners term the prince. | | 190 |
| More bitterly could I expostulate, |
| Save that, for reverence to some alive, | |
| I give a sparing limit to my tongue. | |
| Then, good my lord, take to your royal self | |
| This proffer'd benefit of dignity; | |
| If non to bless us and the land withal, |
| Yet to draw forth your noble ancestry | |
| From the corruption of abusing times, | |
| Unto a lineal true-derived course. | |
Lord Mayor | Do, good my lord, your citizens entreat you. | | 200 |
BUCKINGHAM | Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffer'd love. |
CATESBY | O, make them joyful, grant their lawful suit! | |
GLOUCESTER | Alas, why would you heap these cares on me? | |
| I am unfit for state and majesty; | |
| I do beseech you, take it not amiss; | |
| I cannot nor I will not yield to you. |
BUCKINGHAM | If you refuse it,--as, in love and zeal, | |
| Loath to depose the child, Your brother's son; | |
| As well we know your tenderness of heart | |
| And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse, | | 210 |
| Which we have noted in you to your kin, |
| And egally indeed to all estates,-- | |
| Yet whether you accept our suit or no, | |
| Your brother's son shall never reign our king; | |
| But we will plant some other in the throne, | |
| To the disgrace and downfall of your house: |
| And in this resolution here we leave you.-- | |
| Come, citizens: 'zounds! I'll entreat no more. | |
GLOUCESTER | O, do not swear, my lord of Buckingham. | |
| Exit BUCKINGHAM with the Citizens. | |
CATESBY | Call them again, my lord, and accept their suit. | |
ANOTHER | Do, good my lord, lest all the land do rue it. | | 220 |
GLOUCESTER | Would you enforce me to a world of care? | |
| Well, call them again. I am not made of stone, | |
| But penetrable to your. kind entreats, | |
| Albeit against my conscience and my soul. | |
| Re-enter BUCKINGHAM and the rest. | |
| Cousin of Buckingham, and you sage, grave men, |
| Since you will buckle fortune on my back, | |
| To bear her burthen, whether I will or no, | |
| I must have patience to endure the load: | |
| But if black scandal or foul-faced reproach | |
| Attend the sequel of your imposition, | | 230 |
| Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me | |
| From all the impure blots and stains thereof; | |
| For God he knows, and you may partly see, | |
| How far I am from the desire thereof. | |
Lord Mayor | God bless your grace! we see it, and will say it. |
GLOUCESTER | In saying so, you shall but say the truth. | |
BUCKINGHAM | Then I salute you with this kingly title -- | |
| Long live Richard, England's royal king! | |
Lord Mayor | { | |
| Amen. |
Citizens | { | |
BUCKINGHAM | To-morrow will it please you to be crown'd? | | 240 |
GLOUCESTER | Even when you please, since you will have it so. | |
BUCKINGHAM | To-morrow, then, we will attend your grace: | |
| And so most joyfully we take our leave. |
GLOUCESTER | Come, let us to our holy task again. | |
| Farewell, good cousin; farewell, gentle friends. | |
| Exeunt | |