| 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 | |