ACT IV SCENE IV | Before the Palace. | |
[Enter QUEEN MARGARET] |
QUEEN MARGARET | So, now prosperity begins to mellow |
| And drop into the rotten mouth of death. |
| Here in these confines slily have I lurk'd, |
| To watch the waning of mine adversaries. |
| A dire induction am I witness to, |
| And will to France, hoping the consequence |
| Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical. |
| Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret: who comes here? |
| [ Retires. |
[Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH and the DUCHESS OF YORK] |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | Ah, my young princes! ah, my tender babes! |
| My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets! | 10 |
| If yet your gentle souls fly in the air |
| And be not fix'd in doom perpetual, |
| Hover about me with your airy wings |
| And hear your mother's lamentation! |
QUEEN MARGARET | Hover about her; say, that right for right |
| Hath dimm'd your infant morn to aged night. |
DUCHESS OF YORK | So many miseries have crazed my voice, |
| That my woe-wearied tongue is mute and dumb, |
| Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? |
QUEEN MARGARET | Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet. | 20 |
| Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | Wilt thou, O God, fly from such gentle lambs, |
| And throw them in the entrails of the wolf?
|
| When didst thou sleep when such a deed was done? |
QUEEN MARGARET | When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. | 25 |
DUCHESS OF YORK | Blind sight, dead life, poor mortal living ghost, |
| Woe's scene, world's shame, grave's due by life usurp'd, |
| Brief abstract and record of tedious days, |
| Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth, |
[Sitting down. |
| Unlawfully made drunk with innocents' blood! | 30 |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | O, that thou wouldst as well afford a grave |
| As thou canst yield a melancholy seat! |
| Then would I hide my bones, not rest them here. |
| O, who hath any cause to mourn but I? |
[Sitting down by her] |
QUEEN MARGARET | If ancient sorrow be most reverend, |
| Give mine the benefit of seniory, |
| And let my woes frown on the upper hand. |
| If sorrow can admit society, |
[Sitting down with them] |
| Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine: |
| I had an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him; | 40 |
| I had a Henry, till a Richard kill'd him: |
| Thou hadst an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him; |
| Thou hadst a Richard, till a Richard killed him; |
DUCHESS OF YORK | I had a Richard too, and thou didst kill him; |
| I had a Rutland too, thou holp'st to kill him. |
QUEEN MARGARET | Thou hadst a Clarence too, and Richard kill'd him. |
| From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept |
| A hell-hound that doth hunt us all to death: |
| That dog, that had his teeth before his eyes, |
| To worry lambs and lap their gentle blood, | 50 |
| That foul defacer of God's handiwork, |
| That excellent grand tyrant of the earth, |
| That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls, |
| Thy womb let loose, to chase us to our graves. |
| O upright, just, and true-disposing God, |
| How do I thank thee, that this carnal cur |
| Preys on the issue of his mother's body, |
| And makes her pew-fellow with others' moan! |
DUCHESS OF YORK | O Harry's wife, triumph not in my woes! |
| God witness with me, I have wept for thine. | 60 |
QUEEN MARGARET | Bear with me; I am hungry for revenge, |
| And now I cloy me with beholding it. |
| Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward: |
| Thy other Edward dead to quit my Edward; |
| Young York he is but boot, because both they |
| Match not the high perfection of my loss: |
| Thy Clarence he is dead that kill'd my Edward; |
| And the beholders of this tragic play, |
| The adulterate Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey, |
| Untimely smother'd in their dusky graves. | 70 |
| Richard yet lives, hell's black intelligencer, |
| Only reserved their factor, to buy souls |
| And send them thither: but at hand, at hand, |
| Ensues his piteous and unpitied end: |
| Earth gapes, hell burns, fiends roar, saints pray. |
| To have him suddenly convey'd away. |
| Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I prey, |
| That I may live to say, "The dog is dead!" |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | O, thou didst prophesy the time would come |
| That I should wish for thee to help me curse | 80 |
| That bottled spider, that foul bunch-back'd toad! |
QUEEN MARGARET | I call'd thee then vain flourish of my fortune; |
| I call'd thee then poor shadow, painted queen; |
| The presentation of but what I was; |
| The flattering index of a direful pageant; |
| One heaved a-high, to be hurl'd down below; |
| A mother only mock'd with two sweet babes; |
| A dream of what thou wert, a breath, a bubble, |
| A sign of dignity, a garish flag, |
| To be the aim of every dangerous shot, | 90 |
| A queen in jest, only to fill the scene. |
| Where is thy husband now? where be thy brothers? |
| Where are thy children? wherein dost thou, joy? |
| Who sues to thee and cries "God save the queen?" |
| Where be the bending peers that flatter'd thee? |
| Where be the thronging troops that follow'd thee? |
| Decline all this, and see what now thou art: |
| For happy wife, a most distressed widow; |
| For joyful mother, one that wails the name; |
| For queen, a very caitiff crown'd with care; | 100 |
| For one being sued to, one that humbly sues; |
| For one that scorn'd at me, now scorn'd of me; |
| For one being fear'd of all, now fearing one; |
| For one commanding all, obey'd of none. |
| Thus hath the course of justice wheel'd about, |
| And left thee but a very prey to time; |
| Having no more but thought of what thou wert, |
| To torture thee the more, being what thou art. |
| Thou didst usurp my place, and dost thou not |
| Usurp the just proportion of my sorrow? | 110 |
| Now thy proud neck bears half my burthen'd yoke; |
| From which even here I slip my wearied head, |
| And leave the burthen of it all on thee. |
| Farewell, York's wife, and queen of sad mischance: |
| These English woes will make me smile in France. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | O thou well skill'd in curses, stay awhile, |
| And teach me how to curse mine enemies! |
QUEEN MARGARET | Forbear to sleep the nights, and fast the days; |
| Compare dead happiness with living woe; |
| Think that thy babes were fairer than they were, | 120 |
| And he that slew them fouler than he is: |
| Bettering thy loss makes the bad causer worse: |
| Revolving this will teach thee how to curse. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | My words are dull; O, quicken them with thine! |
QUEEN MARGARET | Thy woes will make them sharp, and pierce like mine. |
[Exit. |
DUCHESS OF YORK | Why should calamity be full of words? |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | Windy attorneys to their client woes, |
| Airy succeeders of intestate joys, |
| Poor breathing orators of miseries! |
| Let them have scope: though what they do impart | 130 |
| Help not all, yet do they ease the heart. |
DUCHESS OF YORK | If so, then be not tongue-tied: go with me. |
| And in the breath of bitter words let's smother |
| My damned son, which thy two sweet sons smother'd. [ Trumpets within. |
| The trumpet sounds: be copious in exclaims. |
[Enter KING RICHARD III and his Train, marching, with drums and trumpets] |
KING RICHARD III | Who intercepts my expedition? |
DUCHESS OF YORK | O, she that might have intercepted thee, |
| By strangling thee in her accursed womb |
| From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done! |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | Hidest thou that forehead with a golden crown, | 140 |
| Where should be graven, if that right were right, |
| The slaughter of the prince that owed that crown, |
| And the dire death of my two sons and brothers? |
| Tell me, thou villain slave, where are my children? |
DUCHESS OF YORK | Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy brother Clarence? |
| And little Ned Plantagenet, his son? |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | Where is kind Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey? |
KING RICHARD III | A flourish, trumpets! strike alarum, drums! |
| Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women |
| Rail on the Lord's enointed: strike, I say! | 150 |
[Flourish. Alarums] |
| Either be patient, and entreat me fair, |
| Or with the clamorous report of war |
| Thus will I drown your exclamations. |
DUCHESS OF YORK | Art thou my son? |
KING RICHARD III | Ay, I thank God, my father, and yourself. |
DUCHESS OF YORK | Then patiently hear my impatience. |
KING RICHARD III | Madam, I have a touch of your condition, |
| Which cannot brook the accent of reproof. |
DUCHESS OF YORK | O, let me speak! |
KING RICHARD III | Do then: but I'll not hear. |
DUCHESS OF YORK | I will be mild and gentle in my words. | 160 |
KING RICHARD III | And brief, good mother; for I am in haste. |
DUCHESS OF YORK | Art thou so hasty? I have stay'd for thee, |
| God knows, in anguish, pain and agony. |
KING RICHARD III | And came I not at last to comfort you? |
DUCHESS OF YORK | No, by the holy rood, thou know'st it well, |
| Thou camest on earth to make the earth my hell. |
| A grievous burthen was thy birth to me; |
| Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy; |
| Thy school-days frightful, desperate, wild, and furious, | 170 |
| Thy prime of manhood daring, bold, and venturous, |
| Thy age confirm'd, proud, subdued, bloody, |
| More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred: |
| What comfortable hour canst thou name, |
| That ever graced me in thy company? |
KING RICHARD III | 'Faith, none, but Humphrey Hour, that call'd |
| your grace |
| To breakfast once forth of my company. |
| If I be so disgracious in your eye, |
| Let me march on, and not offend you, madam. |
| Strike up the drum. |
DUCHESS OF YORK | I prithee, hear me speak. |
KING RICHARD III | You speak too bitterly. |
DUCHESS OF YORK | Hear me a word; |
| For I shall never speak to thee again. |
KING RICHARD III | So. |
DUCHESS OF YORK | Either thou wilt die, by God's just ordinance, |
| Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror, |
| Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish, | 190 |
| And never more behold thy face again. |
| Therefore take with thee my most heavy curse; |
| Which, in the day of battle, tire thee more |
| Than all the complete armour that thou wear'st! |
| My prayers on the adverse party fight; |
| And there the little souls of Edward's children |
| Whisper the spirits of thine enemies |
| And promise them success and victory. |
| Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end; |
| Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend. | 200 |
[Exit] |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | Though far more cause, yet much less spirit to curse |
| Abides in me; I say amen to all. |
KING RICHARD III | Stay, madam; I must speak a word with you. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | I have no more sons of the royal blood |
| For thee to murder: for my daughters, Richard, |
| They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; |
| And therefore level not to hit their lives. |
KING RICHARD III | You have a daughter call'd Elizabeth, |
| Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | And must she die for this? O, let her live, | 210 |
| And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty; |
| Slander myself as false to Edward's bed; |
| Throw over her the veil of infamy: |
| So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter, |
| I will confess she was not Edward's daughter. |
KING RICHARD III | Wrong not her birth, she is of royal blood. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | To save her life, I'll say she is not so. |
KING RICHARD III | Her life is only safest in her birth. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | And only in that safety died her brothers. |
KING RICHARD III | Lo, at their births good stars were opposite. | 220 |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | No, to their lives bad friends were contrary. |
KING RICHARD III | All unavoided is the doom of destiny. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | True, when avoided grace makes destiny: |
| My babes were destined to a fairer death, |
| If grace had bless'd thee with a fairer life. |
KING RICHARD III | You speak as if that I had slain my cousins. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle cozen'd |
| Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. |
| Whose hand soever lanced their tender hearts, |
| Thy head, all indirectly, gave direction: | 230 |
| No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt |
| Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart, |
| To revel in the entrails of my lambs. |
| But that still use of grief makes wild grief tame, |
| My tongue should to thy ears not name my boys |
| Till that my nails were anchor'd in thine eyes; |
| And I, in such a desperate bay of death, |
| Like a poor bark, of sails and tackling reft, |
| Rush all to pieces on thy rocky bosom. |
KING RICHARD III | Madam, so thrive I in my enterprise | 240 |
| And dangerous success of bloody wars, |
| As I intend more good to you and yours, |
| Than ever you or yours were by me wrong'd! |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | What good is cover'd with the face of heaven, |
| To be discover'd, that can do me good? |
KING RICHARD III | The advancement of your children, gentle lady. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | Up to some scaffold, there to lose their heads? |
KING RICHARD III | No, to the dignity and height of honour |
| The high imperial type of this earth's glory. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | Flatter my sorrows with report of it; | 250 |
| Tell me what state, what dignity, what honour, |
| Canst thou demise to any child of mine? |
KING RICHARD III | Even all I have; yea, and myself and all, |
| Will I withal endow a child of thine; |
| So in the Lethe of thy angry soul |
| Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs |
| Which thou supposest I have done to thee. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | Be brief, lest that be process of thy kindness |
| Last longer telling than thy kindness' date. |
KING RICHARD III | Then know, that from my soul I love thy daughter. | 260 |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | My daughter's mother thinks it with her soul. |
KING RICHARD III | What do you think? |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | That thou dost love my daughter from thy soul: |
| So from thy soul's love didst thou love her brothers; |
| And from my heart's love I do thank thee for it. |
KING RICHARD III | Be not so hasty to confound my meaning: |
| I mean, that with my soul I love thy daughter, |
| And mean to make her queen of England. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | Say then, who dost thou mean shall be her king? |
KING RICHARD III | Even he that makes her queen who should be else? | 270 |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | What, thou? |
KING RICHARD III | I, even I: what think you of it, madam? |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | How canst thou woo her? |
KING RICHARD III | That would I learn of you, |
| As one that are best acquainted with her humour. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | And wilt thou learn of me? |
KING RICHARD III | Madam, with all my heart. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | Send to her, by the man that slew her brothers, |
| A pair of bleeding-hearts; thereon engrave |
| "Edward and York"; then haply she will weep: |
| Therefore present to her--as sometime Margaret |
| Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood,-- | 280 |
| A handkerchief; which, say to her, did drain |
| The purple sap from her sweet brother's body |
| And bid her dry her weeping eyes therewith. |
| If this inducement force her not to love, |
| Send her a story of thy noble acts; |
| Tell her thou madest away her uncle Clarence, |
| Her uncle Rivers; yea, and, for her sake, |
| Mad'st quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne. |
KING RICHARD III | Come, come, you mock me; this is not the way |
| To win our daughter. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | There's no other way | 290 |
| Unless thou couldst put on some other shape, |
| And not be Richard that hath done all this. |
KING RICHARD III | Say that I did all this for love of her. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | Nay, then indeed she cannot choose but hate thee, |
| Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. |
KING RICHARD III | Look, what is done cannot be now amended: |
| Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes, |
| Which after hours give leisure to repent. |
| If I did take the kingdom from your sons, |
| To make amends, Ill give it to your daughter. | 300 |
| If I have kill'd the issue of your womb, |
| To quicken your increase, I will beget |
| Mine issue of your blood upon your daughter |
| A grandam's name is little less in love |
| Than is the doting title of a mother; |
| They are as children but one step below, |
| Even of your mettle, of your very blood; |
| Of an one pain, save for a night of groans |
| Endured of her, for whom you bid like sorrow. |
| Your children were vexation to your youth, |
| But mine shall be a comfort to your age. |
| The loss you have is but a son being king, |
| And by that loss your daughter is made queen. |
| I cannot make you what amends I would, |
| Therefore accept such kindness as I can. | 310 |
| Dorset your son, that with a fearful soul |
| Leads discontented steps in foreign soil, |
| This fair alliance quickly shall call home |
| To high promotions and great dignity: |
| The king, that calls your beauteous daughter wife. |
| Familiarly shall call thy Dorset brother; |
| Again shall you be mother to a king, |
| And all the ruins of distressful times |
| Repair'd with double riches of content. |
| What! we have many goodly days to see: | 320 |
| The liquid drops of tears that you have shed |
| Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl, |
| Advantaging their loan with interest |
| Of ten times double gain of happiness. |
| Go, then my mother, to thy daughter go |
| Make bold her bashful years with your experience; |
| Prepare her ears to hear a wooer's tale |
| Put in her tender heart the aspiring flame |
| Of golden sov'reignty; acquaint the princess |
| With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys | 330 |
| And when this arm of mine hath chastised |
| The petty rebel, dull-brain'd Buckingham, |
| Bound with triumphant garlands will I come |
| And lead thy daughter to a conqueror's bed; |
| To whom I will retail my conquest won, |
| And she shall be sole victress, Caesar's Caesar. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | What were I best to say? her father's brother |
| Would be her lord? or shall I say, her uncle? |
| Or, he that slew her brothers and her uncles? |
| Under what title shall I woo for thee, |
| That God, the law, my honour and her love, |
| Can make seem pleasing to her tender years? |
KING RICHARD III | Infer fair England's peace by this alliance. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | Which she shall purchase with still lasting war. |
KING RICHARD III | Say that the king, which may command, entreats. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | That at her hands which the king's King forbids. |
KING RICHARD III | Say, she shall be a high and mighty queen. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | To wail the tide, as her mother doth. |
KING RICHARD III | Say, I will love her everlastingly. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | But how long shall that title "ever" last? | 350 |
KING RICHARD III | Sweetly in force unto her fair life's end. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | But how long fairly shall her sweet lie last? |
KING RICHARD III | So long as heaven and nature lengthens it. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | So long as hell and Richard likes of it. |
KING RICHARD III | Say, I, her sovereign, am her subject love. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | But she, your subject, loathes such sovereignty. |
KING RICHARD III | Be eloquent in my behalf to her. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | An honest tale speeds best being plainly told. |
KING RICHARD III | Then in plain terms tell her my loving tale. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | Plain and not honest is too harsh a style. | 360 |
KING RICHARD III | Your reasons are too shallow and too quick. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | O no, my reasons are too deep and dead; |
| Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their grave. |
KING RICHARD III | Harp not on that string, madam; that is past. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | Harp on it still shall I till heart-strings break. |
KING RICHARD III | Now, by my George, my garter, and my crown,-- |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | Profan'd, dishonour'd, and the third usurp'd. |
KING RICHARD III | I swear-- |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | By nothing; for this is no oath: |
| The George, profan'd, hath lost his holy honour; |
| The garter, blemish'd, pawn'd his knightly virtue; | 370 |
| The crown, usurp'd, disgrac'd his knightly glory. |
| if something thou wilt swear to be believ'd, |
| Swear then by something that thou hast not wrong'd. |
KING RICHARD III | Now, by the world-- |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | 'Tis full of thy foul wrongs. |
KING RICHARD III | My father's death-- |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | Thy life hath that dishonour'd. |
KING RICHARD III | Then, by myself-- |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | Thyself thyself misusest. |
KING RICHARD III | Why then, by God-- |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | God's wrong is most of all. |
| If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by Him, |
| The unity the king thy brother made |
| Had not been broken, nor my brother slain: | 380 |
| If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by Him, |
| The imperial metal, circling now thy brow, |
| Had grac'd the tender temples of my child, |
| And both the princes had been breathing here, |
| Which now, too tender bedfellows for dust, |
| Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms. |
| What canst thou swear by now? |
KING RICHARD III | The time to come. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | That thou hast wronged in the time o'erpast; |
| For I myself have many tears to wash | 390 |
| Hereafter time, for time past wrong'd by thee. |
| The children live, whose fathers thou hast |
| slaughter'd, |
| Ungovern'd youth, to wail it in their age; |
| The parents live, whose children thou hast butcher'd, |
| Old wither'd plants, to wail it with their age. |
| Swear not by time to come; for that thou hast |
| Misused ere used, by time misused o'erpast. |
KING RICHARD III | As I intend to prosper and repent, |
| So thrive I in my dangerous attempt |
| Of hostile arms! myself myself confound! |
| Heaven and fortune bar me happy hours! | 400 |
| Day, yield me not thy light; nor, night, thy rest! |
| Be opposite all planets of good luck |
| To my proceedings, if, with pure heart's love, |
| Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts, |
| I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter! |
| In her consists my happiness and thine; |
| Without her, follows to this land and me, |
| To thee, herself, and many a Christian soul, |
| Death, desolation, ruin and decay: |
| It cannot be avoided but by this; | 410 |
| It will not be avoided but by this. |
| Therefore, dear mother, --I must call you so-- |
| Be the attorney of my love to her: |
| Plead what I will be, not what I have been; |
| Not my deserts, but what I will deserve: |
| Urge the necessity and state of times, |
| And be not peevish-fond in great designs. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | Shall I be tempted of the devil thus? |
KING RICHARD III | Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | Shall I forget myself to be myself? | 420 |
KING RICHARD III | Ay, if yourself's remembrance wrong yourself. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | But thou didst kill my children. |
KING RICHARD III | But in your daughter's womb I bury them: |
| Where in that nest of spicery they shall breed |
| Selves of themselves, to your recomforture. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | Shall I go win my daughter to thy will? |
KING RICHARD III | And be a happy mother by the deed. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH | I go. Write to me very shortly. |
| And you shall understand from me her mind. |
KING RICHARD III | Bear her my true love's kiss; and so, farewell. |
[Kissing her. Exit QUEEN ELIZABETH. |
| Relenting fool, and shallow, changing woman! |
Enter RATCLIFF; CATESBY following. |
| How now! what news? | 430 |
RATCLIFF | My gracious sovereign, on the western coast |
| Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore |
| Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends, |
| Unarm'd, and unresolved to beat them back: |
| 'Tis thought that Richmond is their admiral; |
| And there they hull, expecting but the aid |
| Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore. |
KING RICHARD III | Some light-foot friend post to the Duke of Norfolk: |
| Ratcliff, thyself, or Catesby; where is he? |
CATESBY | Here, my lord. |
KING RICHARD III | Fly to the duke: | 440 |
[To RATCLIFF] |
| Post thou to Salisbury |
| When thou comest thither-- |
[To CATESBY] |
| Dull, unmindful villain, |
| Why stand'st thou still, and go'st not to the duke? |
CATESBY | First, mighty sovereign, let me know your mind, |
| What from your grace I shall deliver to him. |
KING RICHARD III | O, true, good Catesby: bid him levy straight |
| The greatest strength and power he can make, |
| And meet me presently at Salisbury. |
CATESBY | I go. | 450 |
[Exit] |
RATCLIFF | What is't your highness' pleasure I shall do at |
| Salisbury? |
KING RICHARD III | Why, what wouldst thou do there before I go? |
RATCLIFF | Your highness told me I should post before. |
KING RICHARD III | My mind is changed, sir, my mind is changed. |
[Enter STANLEY] |
| How now, what news with you? |
STANLEY | None good, my lord, to please you with the hearing; |
| Nor none so bad, but it may well be told. |
KING RICHARD III | Hoyday, a riddle! neither good nor bad! |
| Why dost thou run so many mile about, |
| When thou mayst tell thy tale a nearer way? |
| Once more, what news? | 460 |
STANLEY | Richmond is on the seas. |
KING RICHARD III | There let him sink, and be the seas on him! |
| White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there? |
STANLEY | I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess. |
KING RICHARD III | Well, sir, as you guess, as you guess? |
STANLEY | Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and Ely, |
| He makes for England, there to claim the crown. |
KING RICHARD III | Is the chair empty? is the sword unsway'd? |
| Is the king dead? the empire unpossess'd? |
| What heir of York is there alive but we? |
| And who is England's king but great York's heir? | 470 |
| Then, tell me, what doth he upon the sea? |
STANLEY | Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess. |
KING RICHARD III | Unless for that he comes to be your liege, |
| You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman comes. |
| Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear. |
STANLEY | No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust me not. |
KING RICHARD III | Where is thy power, then, to beat him back? |
| Where are thy tenants and thy followers? |
| Are they not now upon the western shore. |
| Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships? | 480 |
STANLEY | No, my good lord, my friends are in the north. |
KING RICHARD III | Cold friends to Richard: what do they in the north, |
| When they should serve their sovereign in the west? |
STANLEY | They have not been commanded, mighty sovereign: |
| Please it your majesty to give me leave, |
| I'll muster up my friends, and meet your grace |
| Where and what time your majesty shall please. |
KING RICHARD III | Ay, ay. thou wouldst be gone to join with Richmond: |
| I will not trust you, sir. |
STANLEY | Most mighty sovereign, |
| You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful: | 490 |
| I never was nor never will be, false. |
KING RICHARD III | Well, |
| Go then, and muster men; but, hear you, leave behind |
| Your son, George Stanley: look your faith be firm. |
| Or else his head's assurance is but frail. |
STANLEY | So deal with him as I prove true to you. |
[Exit] |
[Enter a Messenger] |
Messenger | My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire, |
| As I by friends am well advertised, |
| Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate |
| Bishop of Exeter, his brother there, |
| With many more confederates, are in arms. |
[Enter another Messenger] |
Second Messenger | My liege, in Kent the Guildfords are in arms; |
| And every hour more competitors |
| Flock to their aid, and still their power increaseth. |
[Enter another Messenger] |
Third Messenger | My lord, the army of the Duke of Buckingham-- |
KING RICHARD III | Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs of death? |
[He striketh him] |
| Take that, until thou bring me better news. |
Third Messenger | The news I have to tell your majesty |
| Is, that by sudden floods and fall of waters, |
| Buckingham's army is dispersed and scatter'd; |
| And he himself wander'd away alone, | 510 |
| No man knows whither. |
KING RICHARD III | I cry thee mercy: |
| There is my purse to cure that blow of thine. |
| Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd |
| Reward to him that brings the traitor in? |
Third Messenger | Such proclamation hath been made, my liege. |
[Enter another Messenger] |
Fourth Messenger | Sir Thomas Lovel and Lord Marquis Dorset, |
| 'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. |
| Yet this good comfort bring I to your grace, |
| The Breton navy is dispersed by tempest: |
| Richmond, in Yorkshire, sent out a boat | 520 |
| Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks |
| If they were his assistants, yea or no; |
| Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham. |
| Upon his party: he, mistrusting them, |
| Hoisted sail and made away for Brittany. |
KING RICHARD III | March on, march on, since we are up in arms; |
| If not to fight with foreign enemies, |
| Yet to beat down these rebels here at home. |
[Re-enter CATESBY] |
CATESBY | My liege, the Duke of Buckingham is taken; |
| That is the best news: that the Earl of Richmond | 530 |
| Is with a mighty power landed at Milford, |
| Is colder news, yet they must be told. |
KING RICHARD III | Away towards Salisbury! while we reason here, |
| A royal battle might be won and lost: |
| Some one take order Buckingham be brought |
| To Salisbury; the rest march on with me. |
[Flourish. Exeunt] |