The Works of William Shakespeare (Cambridge Ed., Vol. 5) - Chapter 13

The Works of William Shakespeare (Cambridge Ed., Vol. 5) The true Tragedie of Richard Duke of Yorke, and the good King Henry the Sixt.

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The true Tragedie of Richard Duke of Yorke, and the good King Henry the Sixt.

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SC. I. eaa

Enter Richard Duke of Yorke, the Earle of Warwicke, The Duke of Norffolke, Marquis Montague, Edward Earl of March, Crookeback Richard, and the yong Earle of Rutland, with Drumme and Souldiers, with white Roses in their hats.

♦ Warwike. I wonder how the king escapt our hands.

Yorke. Whilst we pursude the horsemen of the North,

He slilie stole awaie and left his men:

Whereat the great Lord of Northumland,

5 Whose warlike eares could neuer brooke retrait,

♦ Chargde our maine battels front, and therewith him

Lord Stafford and Lord Clifford all abrest

♦ Brake in and were by the hands of common Souldiers (slain.

Edw. Lord Staffords father Duke of Buckhingham,

10 Is either slaine or wounded dangerouslie,

I cleft his Beuer with a downe right blow:

Father that this is true behold his bloud.

Mont. And brother heeres the Earle of Wiltshires

♦ Bloud, whom I encountred as the battailes ioind.

15 Rich. Speake thou for me and tell them what I did.

♦ York. What is your grace dead my L. of Summerset?

Norf. Such hope haue all the line of Iohn of Gawnt.

Rich. Thus doe I hope to shape king Henries head.

War. And so do I victorious prince of Yorke,

20 Before I see thee seated in that throne

Which now the house of Lancaster vsurpes,

♦ I vow by heauens these eies shal neuer close.

This is the pallace of that fearefull king,

♦ And that the regall chaire? Possesse it Yorke:

25 For this is thine and not king Henries heires.

York. Assist me then sweet Warwike, and I wil:

For hither are we broken in by force.

Norf. Weele all assist thee, and he that flies shall die.

York. Thanks gentle Norffolke. Staie by me my Lords,

30 and souldiers staie you heere and lodge this night:

War. And when the king comes offer him no

♦ Violence, vnlesse he seek to put vs out by force.

♦ Rich. Armde as we be, lets staie within this house?

War. The bloudie parlement shall this be calde,

35 Vnlesse Plantagenet Duke of Yorke be king

And bashfull Henrie be deposde, whose cowardise

Hath made vs by-words to our enemies.

York. Then leaue me not my Lords: for now I meane

To take possession of my right.

40 War. Neither the king, nor him that loues him best,

♦ The proudest burd that holds vp Lancaster.

♦ Dares stirre a wing if Warwike shake his bels.

Ile plant Plantagenet: and root him out who dares?

Resolue thee Richard: Claime the English crowne.

Enter king Henrie the sixt, with the Duke of Excester, The Earle of Northumberland, the Earle of Westmerland and Clifford, the Earle of Cumberland with red Roses in their hats.

45 King. Looke Lordings where the sturdy rebel sits,

Euen in the chaire of state: belike he meanes

Backt by the power of Warwike that false peere,

To aspire vnto the crowne, and raigne as king.

Earle of Northumberland, he slew thy father.

50 And thine Clifford: and you both haue vow’d reuenge,

On him, his sonnes, his fauorites, and his friends.

Northu. And if I be not, heauens be reuengd on me.

Clif. The hope thereof, makes Clifford mourn in steel.

♦ West. What? shall we suffer this, lets pull him downe.

55 My hart for anger breakes, I cannot speake.

King. Be patient gentle Earle of Westmerland.

Clif. Patience is for pultrouns such as he

He durst not sit there had your father liu’d?

My gratious Lord: here in the Parlement,

60 Let vs assaile the familie of Yorke.

North. Well hast thou spoken cosen, be it so.

King. O know you not the Cittie fauours them,

♦ And they haue troopes of soldiers at their becke?

♦ Exet. But when the D. is slaine, theile quicklie flie.

65 King. Far be it from the thoughtes of Henries hart,

To make a shambles of the parlement house.

Cosen of Exeter, words, frownes, and threats,

Shall be the warres that Henrie meanes to vse.

Thou factious duke of Yorke, descend my throne,

70 I am thy soueraigne.

York. Thou art deceiu’d: I am thine.

Exet. For shame come downe he made thee D. of (York.

♦ York. Twas mine inheritance as the kingdome is.

Exet. Thy father was a traytor to the crowne.

75 War. Exeter thou art a traitor to the crowne.

In following this vsurping Henry.

Clif. Whom should he follow but his naturall king.

♦ War. True Clif. and that is Richard Duke of Yorke.

♦ King. And shall I stande while thou sittest in my

80 throne?

York. Content thy selfe it must and shall be so.

♦ War. Be Duke of Lancaster, let him be king.

West. Why? he is both king & Duke of Lancaster,

And that the Earle of Westmerland shall mainetaine.

85 War. And Warwike shall disproue it. You forget

That we are those that chaste you from the field

And slew your father, and with colours spred,

Marcht through the Cittie to the pallas gates.

♦ Nor. No Warwike I remember it to my griefe,

90 And by his soule thou and thy house shall rew it.

West. Plantagenet of thee and of thy sonnes,

Thy kinsmen and thy friendes, Ile haue more liues,

Then drops of bloud were in my fathers vaines.

Clif. Vrge it no more, least in reuenge thereof,

I send thee Warwike such a messenger,

95 As shall reueng his death before I stirre.

War. Poore Clifford, how I skorn thy worthles threats

York. Wil ye we shew our title to the crowne,

Or else our swords shall plead it in the field?

King. What title haste thou traitor to the Crowne?

100 Thy father was as thou art Duke of Yorke,

Thy grandfather Roger Mortimer earle of March,

I am the sonne of Henrie the Fift who tamde the French,

♦ And made the Dolphin stoope, and seazd vpon their

Townes and prouinces.

105 War. Talke not of France since thou hast lost it all.

King. The Lord protector lost it and not I,

When I was crownd I was but nine months old.

♦ Rich. You are olde enough now and yet me thinkes you lose,

Father teare the Crowne from the Vsurpers head.

110 Edw. Do so sweet father, set it on your head.

Mont. Good brother as thou lou’st & honorst armes,

♦ Lets fight it out and not stand cauilling thus.

Rich. Sound drums and trumpets & the king will fly.

York. Peace sonnes:

115 Northum. Peace thou and giue king Henry leauē to speake.

♦ King. Ah Plantagenet, why seekest thou to depose (me?

♦ Are we not both both Plantagenets by birth,

♦ And from two brothers lineallie discent?

Suppose by right and equitie thou be king,

120 Thinkst thou that I will leaue my kinglie seate

Wherein my father and my grandsire sat?

No, first shall warre vnpeople this my realme,

I and our colours often borne in France,

And now in England to our harts great sorrow

125 Shall be my winding sheete, why faint you Lords?

♦ My titles better farre than his.

War. Proue it Henrie and thou shalt be king?

King. Why Henrie the fourth by conquest got the Crowne.

♦ York. T‛was by rebellion gainst his soueraigne.

King. I know not what to saie my titles weake,

Tell me maie not a king adopt an heire?

War. What then?

King. Then am I lawfull king For Richard

The second in the view of manie Lords

135 Resignde the Crowne to Henrie the fourth,

Whose heire my Father was, and I am his.

York. I tell thee he rose against him being his

♦ Soueraigne, & made him to resigne the crown perforce.

War. Suppose my Lord he did it vnconstrainde,

140 Thinke you that were preiudiciall to the Crowne?

Exet. No, for he could not resigne the Crowne,

But that the next heire must succeed and raigne.

King. Art thou against vs, Duke of Exceter?

Exet. His is the right, and therefore pardon me.

145 King. All will reuolt from me and turne to him.

♦ Northum. Plantagenet for all the claime thou laist,

Thinke not king Henry shall be thus deposde?

War. Deposde he shall be in despight of thee.

♦ North. Tush Warwike, Thou art deceiued? tis not thy

150 Southerne powers of Essex, Suffolk, Norffolke, and of

Kent. that makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,

Can set the Duke vp in despight of me.

Cliff. King Henrie be thy title right or wrong,

Lord Clifford vowes to fight in thy defence.

155 Maie that ground gape and swallow me aliue,

Where I do kneele to him that slew my father.

King. O Clifford, how thy words reuiue my soule.

York. Henry of Lancaster resigne thy crowne.

♦ What mutter you? or what conspire you Lords?

160 War. Doe right vnto this princelie Duke of Yorke,

Or I will fill the house with armed men,

Enter Souldiers.

And ouer the chaire of state where now he sits,

♦ Wright vp his title with thy vsurping bloud.

King. O Warwike, heare me speake.

165 Let me but raigne in quiet whilst I liue.

York. Confirme the crowne to me and to mine heires

And thou shalt raigne in quiet whilst thou liu’st.

King. Conuey the souldiers hence, and then I will.

War. Captaine conduct them into Tuthill fieldes.

170 Clif. What wrong is this vnto the Prince your son?

War. What good is this for England and himselfe?

Northum. Base, fearefull, and despairing Henry.

Clif. How hast thou wronged both thy selfe and vs?

♦ West. I cannot staie to heare these Articles. Exit.

175 Clif. Nor I, Come cosen lets go tell the Queene.

Northum. Be thou a praie vnto the house of Yorke,

♦ And die in bands for this vnkingly deed. Exit.

Clif. In dreadfull warre maist thou be ouercome,

Or liue in peace abandon’d and despisde. Exit.

180 Exet. They seeke reuenge, and therefore will not yeeld my Lord.

King. Ah Exeter?

War. Why should you sigh my Lord?

King. Not for my selfe Lord Warwike, but my sonne,

Whom I vnnaturallie shall disinherit.

185 But be it as it maie: I heere intaile the Crowne

To thee and to thine heires, conditionallie,

♦ That here thou take thine oath, to cease these ciuill

Broiles, and whilst I liue to honour me as thy king and Soueraigne.

York. That oath I willinglie take and will performe.

190 War. Long liue king Henry. Plantagenet embrace him?

King. And long liue thou and all thy forward sonnes.

York. Now Yorke and Lancaster are reconcilde.

Exet. Accurst be he that seekes to make them foes, Sound trumpets.

♦ York. My Lord Ile take my leaue, for Ile to Wakefield,

195 To my castell. Exit Yorke and his sonnes.

War. And Ile keepe London with my souldiers. Exit.

Norf. And Ile to Norffolke with my followers. Exit.

Mont. And I to the sea from whence I came. Exit.

Enter the Queene and the Prince.

Exet. My Lord here comes the Queen, Ile steale away.

200 King. And so will I.

♦ Queene. Naie staie, or else I follow thee.

King. Be patient gentle Queene, and then Ile staie.

♦ Quee. What patience can there? ah timerous man,

Thou hast vndoone thy selfe, thy sonne, and me,

205 And giuen our rights vnto the house of Yorke.

Art thou a king and wilt be forst to yeeld?

Had I beene there, the souldiers should haue tost

Me on their launces points, before I would haue

Granted to their wils. The Duke is made

210 Protector of the land: Sterne Fawconbridge

Commands the narrow seas. And thinkst thou then

♦ To sseepe secure? I heere diuorce me Henry

From thy bed, vntill that Act of Parlement

Be recalde, wherein thou yeeldest to the house of Yorke.

215 The Northen Lords that haue forsworne thy colours,

Will follow mine if once they see them spred,

And spread they shall vnto thy deepe disgrace.

♦ Come sonne, lets awaie and leaue him heere alone.

King. Staie gentle Margaret, and here me speake.

220 Queene. Thou hast spoke too much alreadie, therefore be still.

King. Gentle sonne Edwarde, wilt thou staie with me?

♦ Quee. I, to be murdred by his enemies. Exit.

Prin. When I returne with victorie from the field,

Ile see your Grace, till then Ile follow her. Exit.

225 King. Poore Queene, her loue to me and to the prince Her sonne,

♦ Makes hir in furie thus forget hir selfe.

Reuenged maie shee be on that accursed Duke.

Come cosen of Exeter, staie thou here,

For Clifford and those Northern Lords be gone

230 I feare towards Wakefield, to disturbe the Duke.

SC. II. eab

Enter Edward, and Richard, and Montague.

Edw. Brother, and cosen Montague, giue mee leaue to speake.

Rich. Nay, I can better plaie the Orator.

Mont. But I haue reasons strong and forceable.

Enter the Duke of Yorke.

York. Howe nowe sonnes what at a iarre amongst your selues?

5 Rich. No father, but a sweete contention, about that which concernes your selfe and vs, The crowne of England father.

♦ York. The crowne boy, why Henries yet aliue,

♦ And I haue sworne that he shall raigne in quiet till

10 His death.

♦ Edw. But I would breake an hundred othes to raigne one yeare.

Rich. And if it please your grace to giue me leaue,

Ile shew your grace the waie to saue your oath,

15 And dispossesse king Henrie from the crowne.

Yorke I prethe Dicke let me heare thy deuise.

♦ Rich. Then thus my Lord. An oath is of no moment

Being not sworne before a lawfull magistrate.

Henry is none but doth vsurpe your right.

20 And yet your grace stands bound to him by oath.

Then noble father resolue your selfe,

And once more claime the crowne.

Yorke I, saist thou so boie? why then it shall be so.

I am resolude to win the crowne, or die.

25 Edward, rhou shalt to Edmund Brooke Lord Cobham,

With whom the Kentishmen will willinglie rise:

Thou cosen Montague, shalt to Norffolke straight,

And bid the Duke to muster vppe his souldiers,

And come to me to Wakefield presentlie.

30 And Richard thou to London strait shalt post,

And bid Richard Neuill Earle of Warwike

To leaue the cittie, and with his men of warre,

♦ To meet me at Saint Albons ten daies hence.

My selfe heere in Sandall castell will prouide

35 Both men and monie to furder our attempts.

Now, what newes?

Enter a Messenger.

Mes. My Lord, the Queene with thirtie thousand men,

Accompanied with the Earles of Cumberland,

♦ Nurthumberland and Westmerland, and others of the

40 House of Lancaster, are marching towards Wakefield,

To besiedge you in your castell heere.

Enter sir Iohn and sir Hugh Mortimer.

♦ Yorke A Gods name, let them come. Cosen Montague post you hence: and boies staie you with me.

♦ Sir Iohn and sir Hugh Mortemers mine vncles,

45 Your welcome to Sandall in an happie houre,

The armie of the Queene meanes to besiedge vs.

♦ Sir Iohn. Shee shall not neede my Lorde, weele meete her in the field.

♦ York What with fiue thousand souldiers vncle?

Rich. I father, with fiue hundred for a need,

50 A womans generall, what should you feare?

♦ York. Indeed, manie braue battels haue I woon

In Normandie, when as the enimie

Hath bin ten to one, and why should I now doubt

Of the like successe? I am resolu’d. Come lets goe.

55 Edw. Lets martch awaie, I heare their drums. Exit.

SC. III. eac

Alarmes, and then enter the yong Earle of Rutland and his Tutor.

Tutor. Oh flie my Lord, lets leaue the Castell,

And flie to Wakefield straight.

Enter Clifford.

Rut. O Tutor, looke where bloudie Clifford comes.

♦ Clif. Chaplin awaie, thy Priesthood saues thy life,

5 As for the brat of that accursed Duke

Whose father slew my father, he shall die.

Tutor Oh Clifford spare this tender Lord, least

♦ Heauen reuenge it on thy head: Oh saue his life.

Clif. Soldiers awaie and drag him hence perforce:

10 Awaie with the villaine. Exit the Chaplein.

How now, what dead alreadie? or is it feare that

Makes him close his eies? Ile open them.

Rut. So lookes the pent vp Lion on the lambe,

♦ And so he walkes insulting ouer his praie,

15 And so he turnes againe to rend his limmes in sunder,

Oh Clifford, kill me with thy sword, and

Not with such a cruell threatning looke,

♦ I am too meane a subiect for thy wrath,

Be thou reuengde on men, and let me liue.

20 Clif. In vaine thou speakest poore boy: my fathers

♦ Bloud hath stopt the passage where thy words shoulde enter.

♦ Rut. Then let my fathers blood ope it againe? he is a

Man, and Clifford cope with him.

Clif. Had I thy brethren here, their liues and thine

25 Were not reuenge sufficient for me.

Or should I dig vp thy forefathers graues,

And hang their rotten coffins vp in chaines,

It could not slake mine ire, nor ease my hart.

The sight of anie of the house of Yorke,

30 Is as a furie to torment my soule.

Therefore till I root out that curssed line

And leaue not one on earth, Ile liue in hell therefore.

Rut. Oh let me praie, before I take my death.

To thee I praie: Sweet Clifford pittie me.

35 Clif. I, such pitie as my rapiers point affords.

Rut. I neuer did thee hurt, wherefore wilt thou kill mee?

Clif. Thy father hath.

♦ Rut. But twas ere I was borne:

Thou hast one sonne, for his sake pittie me,

40 Least in reuenge thereof, sith God is iust,

He be as miserablie slaine as I.

Oh, let me liue in prison all my daies,

And when I giue occasion for offence,

Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause.

45 Clif. No cause? Thy Father slew my father, therefore Die.

Plantagenet I come Plantagenet,

And this thy sonnes bloud cleauing to my blade,

Shall rust vpon my weapon, till thy bloud

Congeald with his, doe make me wipe off both. Exit.

Alarmes, Enter the Duke of Yorke solus.

50 Yorke Ah Yorke, post to thy castell, saue thy life,

♦ The goale is lost thou house of Lancaster,

Thrise happie chance is it for thee and thine,

That heauen abridgde my daies and cals me hence,

But God knowes what chance hath betide my sonnes:

55 But this I know they haue demeand themselues,

Like men borne to renowne by life or death:

Three times this daie came Richard to my sight,

And cried courage Father: Victorie or death.

And twise so oft came Edward to my view,

60 With purple Faulchen painted to the hilts,

In bloud of those whom he had slaughtered.

♦ Oh harke, I heare the drums? No waie to flie:

No waie to saue my life? And heere I staie:

And heere my life must end.

Enter the Queene, Clifford, Northumberland, and souldiers.

Come bloudie Clifford, rough Northumberland,

I dare your quenchlesse furie to more bloud:

This is the But, and this abides your shot.

Northum. Yeeld to our mercies proud Plantagenet.

Clif. I, to such mercie as his ruthfull arme

70 With downe right paiment lent vnto my father,

Now Phaeton hath tumbled from his carre,

And made an euening at the noone tide pricke.

York. My ashes like the Phœnix maie bring forth

A bird that will reuenge it on you all,

75 And in that hope I cast mine eies to heauen,

Skorning what ere you can afflict me with:

Why staie you Lords? what, multitudes and feare?

Clif. So cowards fight when they can flie no longer:

So Doues doe pecke the Rauens piersing tallents:

80 So desperate theeues all hopelesse of their liues,

♦ Breath out inuectives gainst the officers.

York. Oh Clifford, yet bethinke thee once againe,

And in thy minde orerun my former time:

And bite thy toung that slaunderst him with cowardise,

85 Whose verie looke hath made thee quake ere this.

Clif. I will not bandie with thee word for word,

But buckle with thee blowes twise two for one.

Queene. Hold valiant Clifford for a thousand causes,

I would prolong the traitors life a while.

90 Wrath makes him death, speake thou Northumberland.

Nor. Hold Clifford, doe not honour him so much,

To pricke thy finger though to wound his hart:

♦ What valure were it when a curre doth grin,

For one to thrust his hand betweene his teeth,

95 When he might spurne him with his foote awaie?

Tis warres prise to take all aduantages,

And ten to one, is no impeach in warres. Fight and take him.

Clif. I, I, so striues the Woodcocke with the gin.

North. So doth the cunnie struggle with the net.

100 York. So triumphs theeues vpon their conquered

♦ Bootie: So true men yeeld by robbers ouermatcht.

North. What will your grace haue done with him?

Queen. Braue warriors, Clifford & Northumberland

Come make him stand vpon this molehill here,

105 That aimde at mountaines with outstretched arme,

And parted but the shaddow with his hand.

Was it you that reuelde in our Parlement,

And made a prechment of your high descent?

Where are your messe of sonnes to backe you now?

110 The wanton Edward, and the lustie George?

♦ Or where is that valiant Crookbackt prodegie?

Dickey your boy, that with his grumbling voice,

Was wont to cheare his Dad in mutinies?

♦ Or amongst the rest, where is your darling Rutland?

115 Looke Yorke? I dipt this napkin in the bloud,

♦ That valiant Clifford with his rapiers point,

Made issue from the bosome of thy boy.

And if thine eies can water for his death,

I giue thee this to drie thy cheeks withall.

120 Alas poore Yorke? But that I hate thee much,

♦ I should lament thy miserable state?

♦ I prethee greeue to make me merrie Yorke?

Stamp, raue and fret, that I maie sing and dance.

♦ What? hath thy fierie hart so parcht thine entrailes,

125 That not a teare can fall for Rutlands death?

Thou wouldst be feede I see to make me sport.

Yorke cannot speake, vnlesse he weare a crowne.

♦ A crowne for Yorke? and Lords bow low to him.

♦ So: hold you his hands, whilst I doe set it on.

130 I, now lookes he like a king?

This is he that tooke king Henries chaire,

♦ And this is he was his adopted aire.

But how is it that great Plantagenet,

Is crownd so soone, and broke his holie oath,

135 As I bethinke me you should not be king,

Till our Henry had shooke hands with death,

And will you impale your head with Henries glorie,

And rob his temples of the Diadem

Now in his life against your holie oath?

140 Oh, tis a fault too too vnpardonable.

Off with the crowne, and with the crowne his head,

And whilst we breath, take time to doe him dead.

♦ Clif. Thats my office for my fathers death.

Queen. Yet stay: & lets here the Orisons he makes.

145 York. She wolfe of France, but worse than Wolues of France:

♦ Whose tongue more poison’d than the Adders tooth:

How ill beseeming is it in thy sexe,

To triumph like an Amazonian trull

Vpon his woes, whom Fortune captiuates?

150 But that thy face is visard like, vnchanging,

Made impudent by use of euill deeds:

I would assaie, proud Queene, to make thee blush:

To tell thee of whence thou art, from whom deriu’de,

♦ Twere shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not shamelesse.

155 Thy father beares the type of king of Naples,

♦ Of both the Sissiles and Ierusalem,

Yet not so wealthie as an English Yeoman.

Hath that poore Monarch taught thee to insult?

It needes not, or it bootes thee not proud Queene,

160 Vnlesse the Adage must be verifide:

That beggers mounted, run their horse to death.

Tis beautie, that oft makes women proud,

But God he wots thy share thereof is small.

Tis gouernment, that makes them most admirde,

165 The contrarie doth make thee wondred at.

♦ Tis vertue that makes them seeme deuine,

The want thereof makes thee abhominable.

Thou art as opposite to euerie good,

As the Antipodes are vnto vs,

170 Or as the south to the Septentrion.

♦ Oh Tygers hart wrapt in a womans hide?

How couldst thou draine the life bloud of the childe,

To bid the father wipe his eies withall,

And yet be seene to beare a womans face?

175 Women are milde, pittifull, and flexible,

Thou indurate, sterne, rough, remorcelesse.

Bids thou me rage? why now thou hast thy will.

Wouldst haue me weepe? why so thou hast thy wish,

♦ For raging windes blowes vp a storme of teares,

180 And when the rage alaies the raine begins.

These teares are my sweet Rutlands obsequies,

And euerie drop begs vengeance as it fals,

♦ On thee fell Clifford, and the false French woman.

North. Beshrew me but his passions moue me so,

185 As hardlie can I checke mine eies from teares.

York. That face of his the hungrie Cannibals

Could not haue tucht, would not haue staind with bloud

But you are more inhumaine, more inexorable,

O ten times more then Tygers of Arcadia.

190 See ruthlesse Queene a haplesse fathers teares.

This cloth thou dipts in bloud of my sweet boy,

And loe with teares I wash the bloud awaie.

Keepe thou the napkin and go boast of that,

♦ And if thou tell the heauie storie well,

195 Vpon my soule the hearers will sheed teares,

♦ I, euen my foes will sheed fast falling teares,

And saie, alas, it was a pitteous deed.

Here, take the crowne, and with the crowne my curse,

And in thy need such comfort come to thee,

200 As now I reape at thy two cruell hands.

♦ Hard-harted Clifford, take me from the world,

My soule to heauen, my bloud vpon your heads.

North. Had he bin slaughterman of all my kin,

I could not chuse but weepe with him to see,

205 How inlie anger gripes his hart.

Quee. What weeping ripe, my Lorde Northumberland?

Thinke but vpon the wrong he did vs all,

And that will quicklie drie your melting tears.

♦ Clif. Thears for my oath, thears for my fathers death.

210 Queene. And thears to right our gentle harted kind.

York. Open thy gates of mercie gratious God,

My soule flies foorth to meet with thee.

Queene. Off with his head and set it on Yorke Gates,

So Yorke maie ouerlooke the towne of Yorke. Exeunt omnes.

SC. IV. ead

Enter Edward and Richard, with drum and Souldiers.

Edw. After this dangerous fight and haplesse warre,

How doth my noble brother Richard fare?

Rich. I cannot ioy vntil I be resolu’de,

Where our right valiant father is become.

5 How often did I see him beare himselfe,

As doth a lion midst a heard of neat,

♦ So fled his enemies our valiant father,

Me thinkes tis pride enough to be his sonne. Three sunnes appeare in the aire.

Edw. Loe how the morning opes her golden gates,

10 And takes her farewell of the glorious sun,

♦ Dasell mine eies or doe I see three suns?

♦ Rich. Three glorious suns, not seperated by a racking

Cloud, but seuered in a pale cleere shining skie.

See, see, they ioine, embrace, and seeme to kisse,

15 As if they vowde some league inuiolate:

Now are they but one lampe, one light, one sun,

In this the heauens doth figure some euent.

Edw. I thinke it cites vs brother to the field,

That we the sonnes of braue Plantagenet,

20 Alreadie each one shining by his meed,

May ioine in one and ouerpeere the world,

As this the earth, and therefore hence forward,

Ile beare vpon my Target, three faire shining suns.

♦ But what art thou? that lookest so heauilie?

25 Mes. Oh one that was a wofull looker on,

When as the noble Duke of Yorke was slaine.

Edw. O speake no more, for I can heare no more.

Rich. Tell on thy tale, for I will heare it all.

Mes. When as the noble Duke was put to flight,

30 And then pursu’de by Clifford and the Queene,

And manie souldiers moe, who all at once

♦ Let driue at him and forst the Duke to yeeld:

And then they set him on a molehill there,

And crownd the gratious Duke in high despite,

35 Who then with teares began to waile his fall.

The ruthlesse Queene perceiuing he did weepe,

Gaue him a handkercher to wipe his eies,

Dipt in the bloud of sweet young Rutland

By rough Clifford slaine: who weeping tooke it vp.

40 Then through his brest they thrust their bloudy swordes,

Who like a lambe fell at the butchers feete.

Then on the gates of Yorke they set his head,

And there it doth remaine the piteous spectacle

That ere mine eies beheld.

45 Edw. Sweet Duke of Yorke our prop to leane vpon,

Now thou art gone there is no hope for vs:

Now my soules pallace is become a prison.

Oh would she breake from compasse of my breast,

For neuer shall I haue more ioie.

50 Rich. I cannot weepe, for all my breasts moisture

♦ Scarse serues to quench my furnace burning hart:

I cannot ioie till this white rose be dide,

Euen in the hart bloud of the house of Lancaster.

♦ Richard, I bare thy name, and Ile reuenge thy death,

55 Or die my selfe in seeking of reuenge.

Edw. His name that valiant Duke hath left with thee,

His chaire and Dukedome that remaines for me.

Rich. Nay, if thou be that princely Eagles bird,

♦ Shew thy descent by gazing gainst the sunne.

60 For chaire, and dukedome, Throne and kingdome saie:

♦ For either that is thine, or else thou wert not his?

Enter the Earle of Warwike, Montague, with drum, ancient, and souldiers.

War. How now faire Lords: what fare? what newes abroad?

♦ Rich. Ah Warwike? should we report the balefull

Newes, and at each words deliuerance stab poinyardes

65 In our flesh till all were told, the words would adde

More anguish then the wounds.

Ah valiant Lord the Duke of Yorke is slaine.

Edw. Ah Warwike Warwike, that Plantagenet,

♦ Which held thee deere: I, euen as his soules redemption,

70 Is by the sterne L. Clifford, done to death.

♦ War. Ten daies a go I drownd those newes in teares.

And now to adde more measure to your woes,

♦ I come to tell you things since then befalne.

After the bloudie fraie at Wakefield fought,

75 Where your braue father breath’d his latest gaspe,

♦ Tidings as swiflie as the post could runne,

Was brought me of your losse, and his departure.

I then in London keeper of the King,

Mustred my souldiers, gathered flockes of friends,

80 And verie well appointed as I thought,

♦ Marcht to saint Albons to entercept the Queene,

Bearing the King in my behalfe along,

For by my scoutes I was aduertised,

That she was comming, with a full intent

To dash your late decree in parliament,

Touching king Henries heires and your succession.

Short tale to make, we at Saint Albons met,

Our battles ioinde, and both sides fiercelie fought:

♦ But whether twas the coldnesse of the king,

90 He lookt full gentlie on his warlike Queene,

That robde my souldiers of their heated spleene.

Or whether twas report of his successe,

Or more then common feare of Cliffords rigor,

Who thunders to his captaines bloud and death,

95 I cannot tell. But to conclude with truth,

Their weapons like to lightnings went and came.

♦ Our souldiers like the night Owles lasie flight,

Or like an idle thresher with a flaile,

Fel gentlie downe as if they smote their friends.

100 I cheerd them vp with iustice of the cause,

With promise of hie paie and great rewardes,

But all in vaine, they had no harts to fight,

Nor we in them no hope to win the daie,

So that We fled. The king vnto the Queene,

105 Lord George your brother, Norffolke, and my selfe,

In hast, post hast, are come to ioine with you,

For in the marches here we heard you were,

♦ Making another head to fight againe.

Edw. Thankes gentle Warwike.

110 How farre hence is the Duke with his power?

And when came George from Burgundie to England?

War. Some fiue miles off the Duke is with his power,

But as for your brother he was latelie sent

From your kind Aunt, Duches of Burgundie,

115 With aide of souldiers gainst this needfull warre.

Rich. Twas ods belike, when valiant Warwike fled.

Oft haue I heard thy praises in pursute,

But nere till now thy scandall of retire.

War. Nor now my scandall Richard dost thou heare,

120 For thou shalt know that this right hand of mine,

Can plucke the Diadem from faint Henries head,

And wring the awefull scepter from his fist:

Were he as famous and as bold in warre,

As he is famde for mildnesse, peace and praier.

125 Rich. I know it well Lord Warwike blame me not,

Twas loue I bare thy glories made me speake.

♦ But in this troublous time, whats to be done?

Shall we go throw away our coates of steele,

And clad our bodies in blacke mourning gownes,

130 Numbring our Auemaries with our beades?

Or shall we on the helmets of our foes,

Tell our deuotion with reuengefull armes?

If for the last, saie I, and to it Lords.

War. Why therefore Warwike came to find you out,

135 And therefore comes my brother Montague.

Attend me Lords, the proud insulting Queene,

With Clifford, and the haught Northumberland,

♦ And of their feather manie mo proud birdes,

Haue wrought the easie melting king like waxe.

140 He sware consent to your succession,

His oath inrolled in the Parliament.

But now to London all the crew are gone,

♦ To frustrate his oath or what besides

May make against the house of Lancaster.

145 Their power I gesse them fifty thousand strong.

Now if the helpe of Norffolke and my selfe,

♦ Can but amount to 48. thousand,

With all the friendes that thou braue earle of March,

Among the louing Welshmen canst procure,

150 Why via, To London will we march amaine,

And once againe bestride our foming steedes,

And once againe crie charge vpon the foe,

But neuer once againe turne backe and flie.

Rich. I, now me thinkes I heare great Warwike speake:

155 Nere maie he liue to see a sunshine daie,

That cries retire, when Warwike bids him stay.

Edw. Lord Warwike, on thy shoulder will I leane,

♦ And when thou faints, must Edward fall:

Which perill heauen forefend.

160 War. No longer Earle of March, but Duke of Yorke,

♦ The next degree, is Englands royall king:

And king of England shalt thou be proclaimde,

In euery burrough as we passe along:

And he that casts not vp his cap for ioie,

165 Shall for the offence make forfeit of his head.

King Edward, valiant Richard, Montague,

Stay we no longer dreaming of renowne,

But forward to effect these resolutions.

Enter a Messenger.

Mes. The Duke of Norffolke sends you word by me,

170 The Queene is comming with a puissant power,

And craues your companie for speedie councell.

♦ War. Why then it sorts braue Lordes. Lets march away. Exeunt Omnes.

SC. V. eae

Enter the King and Queene, Prince Edward, and the Northerne Earles, with drum and Souldiers.

Quee. Welcome my Lord to this braue town of York.

♦ Yonders the head of that ambitious enemie,

That sought to be impaled with your crowne.

Doth not the obiect please your eie my Lord?

5 King. Euen as the rockes please them that feare their wracke.

Withhold reuenge deare God, tis not my fault,

Nor wittinglie haue I infringde my vow.

Clif. My gratious Lord, this too much lenitie,

And harmefull pittie must be laid aside,

10 To whom do Lyons cast their gentle lookes?

Not to the beast that would vsurpe his den.

Whose hand is that the sauage Beare doth licke?

Not his that spoiles his young before his face.

♦ Whose scapes the lurking serpentes mortall sting?

15 Not he that sets his foot vpon her backe.

The smallest worme will turne being troden on,

And Doues will pecke, in rescue of their broode.

Ambitious Yorke did leuell at thy Crowne,

Thou smiling, while he knit his angrie browes.

20 He but a Duke, would haue his sonne a king,

And raise his issue like a louing sire.

Thou being a king blest with a goodlie sonne,

Didst giue consent to disinherit him,

Which argude thee a most vnnaturall father.

25 Vnreasonable creatures feed their yong,

And though mans face be fearefull to their eies,

Yet in protection of their tender ones,

Who hath not seene them euen with those same wings

Which they haue sometime vsde in fearefull flight,

30 Make warre with him, that climes vnto their nest,

Offring their owne liues in their yongs defence?

For shame my Lord, make them your president,

Were it not pittie that this goodlie boy,

♦ should lose his birth right through his fathers fault?

35 And long hereafter saie vnto his child,

What my great grandfather and grandsire got,

My carelesse father fondlie gaue awaie?

Looke on the boy and let his manlie face,

Which promiseth successefull fortune to vs all,

40 Steele thy melting thoughtes,

To keepe thine owne, and leaue thine owne with him.

King. Full wel hath Clifford plaid the Orator,

Inferring arguments of mighty force.

But tell me, didst thou neuer yet heare tell,

45 That things euill got had euer bad successe,

And happie euer was it for that sonne,

Whose father for his hoording went to hell?

I leaue my sonne my vertuous deedes behind,

And would my father had left me no more,

50 For all the rest is held at such a rate,

As askes a thousand times more care to keepe,

Then maie the present profit counteruaile.

Ah cosen Yorke, would thy best friendes did know,

How it doth greeue me that thy head stands there.

55 Quee. My Lord, this harmefull pittie makes your followers faint.

You promisde knighthood to your princelie sonne.

♦ Vnsheath your sword and straight doe dub him knight.

Kneele downe Edward.

King. Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight,

60 And learne this lesson boy, draw thy sword in right

Prince. My gratious father by your kingly leaue,

Ile draw it as apparant to the crowne,

And in that quarrel vse it to the death.

Northum. Why that is spoken like a toward prince.

Enter a Messenger.

65 Mes. Royall commaunders be in readinesse,

For with a band of fiftie thousand men,

Comes Warwike backing of the Duke of Yorke.

And in the townes whereas they passe along,

Proclaimes him king, and manie flies to him,

70 Prepare your battels, for they be at hand.

Clif. I would your highnesse would depart the field,

The Queene hath best successe when you are absent.

Quee. Do good my Lord, and leaue vs to our fortunes.

♦ King. Why thats my fortune, therefore Ile stay still.

75 Clif. Be it with resolution then to fight.

Prince. Good father cheere these noble Lords,

Vnsheath your sword, sweet father crie Saint George.

Clif. Pitch we our battell heere, for hence wee will not moue.

Enter the house of Yorke.

♦ Edward. Now periurde Henrie wilt thou yeelde thy crowne,

80 And kneele for mercie at thy soueraignes feete?

Queen. Go rate thy minions proud insulting boy,

Becomes it thee to be thus malepert,

Before thy king and lawfull soueraigne?

Edw. I am his king, and he should bend his knee,

85 I was adopted heire by his consent.

George. Since when he hath broke his oath.

For as we heare you that are king

Though he doe weare the Crowne,

♦ Haue causde him by new act of Parlement

90 To blot our brother out, and put his owne son in.

♦ Clif. And reason George. Who should succeede the father but the son?

♦ Rich. Are you their butcher?

♦ Clif. I Crookbacke, here I stand to answere thee, or any of your sort.

Rich. Twas you that kild yong Rutland, was it not?

95 Clif. Yes, and old Yorke too, and yet not satisfide.

♦ Rich. For Gods sake Lords giue synald to the fight.

War. What saiest thou Henry? wilt thou yeelde thy crowne?

♦ Queen. What, long tongde War. dare you speake?

When you and I met at saint Albones last,

100 Your legs did better seruice than your hands.

♦ War. I, then twas my turne to flee, but now tis thine.

♦ Clif. You said so much before, and yet you fled.

♦ War. Twas not your valour Clifford, that droue mee thence.

♦ Northum. No, nor your manhood Warwike, that could make you staie.

105 Rich. Northumberland, Northumberland, wee holde

Thee reuerentlie. Breake off the parlie, for scarse

I can refraine the execution of my big swolne

Hart, against that Clifford there, that

Cruell child-killer.

110 Clif. Why I kild thy father, calst thou him a child?

Rich. I like a villaine, and a trecherous coward,

As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland.

♦ But ere sunne set Ile make thee curse the deed.

♦ King. Haue doone with wordes great Lordes, and

Heare me speake.

115 Queen. Defie them then, or else hold close thy lips.

King. I prethe giue no limits to my tongue,

♦ I am a king and priuiledge to speake.

Clif. My Lord the wound that bred this meeting here

♦ Cannot be cru’d with words, therefore be still.

120 Rich. Then executioner vnsheath thy sword,

By him that made vs all I am resolu’de,

That Cliffords manhood hangs vpon his tongue.

Edw. What saist thou Henry, shall I haue my right or no?

A thousand men haue broke their fast to daie,

125 That nere shall dine, vnlesse thou yeeld the crowne.

War. If thou denie their blouds be on thy head,

For Yorke in iustice puts his armour on.

Prin. If all be right that Warwike saies is right,

There is no wrong but all things must be right.

130 Rich. Whosoeuer got thee, there thy mother stands,

For well I wot thou hast thy mothers tongue.

Queen. But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam.

But like a foule mishapen stygmaticke

Markt by the destinies to be auoided,

135 As venome Todes, or Lizards fainting lookes.

Rich. Iron of Naples, hid with English gilt,

Thy father beares the title of a king,

As if a channell should be calde the Sea;

♦ Shames thou not, knowing from whence thou art de-

140 Riu’de, to parlie thus with Englands lawfull heires?

Edw. A wispe of straw were worth a thousand crowns,

To make that shamelesse callet know her selfe,

Thy husbands father reueld in the hart of France,

And tam’de the French, and made the Dolphin stoope:

145 And had he macht according to his state,

He might haue kept that glorie till this daie.

But when he tooke a begger to his bed,

♦ And gracst thy poore sire with his bridall daie,

Then that sun-shine bred a showre for him

150 Which washt his fathers fortunes out of France,

And heapt seditions on his crowne at home.

For what hath mou’d these tumults but thy pride?

♦ Hadst thou beene meeke, our title yet had slept?

And we in pittie of the gentle king,

155 Had slipt our claime vntill an other age.

♦ George. But when we saw our summer brought the gaine,

And that the haruest brought vs no increase,

We set the axe to thy vsurping root,

And though the edge haue something hit our selues,

160 Yet know thou we will neuer cease to strike,

Till we haue hewne thee downe,

Or bath’d thy growing with our heated blouds.

Edw. And in this resolution, I defie thee,

♦ Not willing anie longer conference,

165 Since thou deniest the gentle king to speake.

Sound trumpets, let our bloudie colours waue,

And either victorie or else a graue.

Quee. Staie Edward staie.

♦ Edw. Hence wrangling woman, Ile no longer staie,

170 Thy words will cost ten thousand liues to daie. Exeunt Omnes. Alarmes.

SC. VI eaf

Enter Warwike.

War. Sore spent with toile as runners with the race,

I laie me downe a little while to breath,

For strokes receiude, and manie blowes repaide,

Hath robd my strong knit sinnews of their strength,

5 And force perforce needes must I rest my selfe.

Enter Edward.

Edw. Smile gentle heauens or strike vngentle death,

That we maie die vnlesse we gaine the daie:

What fatall starre malignant frownes from heauen

Vpon the harmelesse line of Yorkes true house?

Enter George.

10 George. Come brother, come, lets to the field againe,

♦ For yet theres hope inough to win the daie:

Then let vs backe to cheere our fainting Troupes,

♦ Lest they retire now we haue left the field.

♦ War. How now my lords: what hap, what hope of good?

Enter Richard running.

15 Rich. Ah Warwike, why haste thou withdrawne thy selfe?

Thy noble father in the thickest thronges,

Cride still for Warwike his thrise valiant son,

Vntill with thousand swords he was beset,

And manie wounds made in his aged brest,

20 And as he tottring sate vpon his steede,

He waft his hand to me and cride aloud:

Richard, commend me to my valiant sonne,

And still he cride Warwike revenge my death,

♦ And with those words he tumbled off his horse,

25 And so the noble Salsbury gave vp the ghost.

War. Then let the earth be drunken with his bloud,

Ile kill my horse because I will not flie:

And here to God of heauen I make a vow,

Neuer to passe from forth this bloudy field

30 Till I am full reuenged for his death.

Edw. Lord Warwike, I doe bend my knees with thine,

And in that vow now ioine my soule to thee,

Thou setter vp and puller downe of kings,

vouchsafe a gentle victorie to vs,

35 Or let vs die before we loose the daie:

George. Then let vs haste to cheere the souldiers harts,

♦ And call them pillers that will stand to vs,

♦ And hiely promise to remunerate

Their trustie seruice, in these dangerous warres.

40 Rich. Come, come awaie, and stand not to debate,

For yet is hope of fortune good enough.

Brothers, giue me your hands, and let vs part

And take our leaues vntill we meet againe,

Where ere it be in heauen or in earth.

45 Now I that neuer wept, now melt in wo,

To see these dire mishaps continue so.

Warwike farewel.

War. Awaie awaie, once more sweet Lords farewell. Exeunt Omnes.

SC. VII. eag

Alarmes, and then enter Richard at one dore and Clifford at the other.

Rich. A Clifford a Clifford.

Clif. A Richard a Richard.

Rich. Now Clifford, for Yorke & young Rutlands death,

This thirsty sword that longs to drinke thy bloud,

5 Shall lop thy limmes, and slise thy cursed hart,

For to reuenge the murders thou hast made.

Clif. Now Richard, I am with thee here alone,

This is the hand that stabd thy father Yorke,

And this the hand that slew thy brother Rutland,

10 And heres the heart that triumphs in their deathes,

And cheeres these hands that slew thy sire and brother,

To execute the like vpon thy selfe,

And so haue at thee.

SC. VIII. eah

Alarmes. They fight, and then enters Warwike and rescues Richard, & then exeunt omnes.
Alarme still, and then enter Henry solus.

Hen. Oh gratious God of heauen looke downe on vs,

And set some endes to these incessant griefes,

How like a mastlesse ship vpon the seas,

This woful battaile doth continue still,

5 Now leaning this way, now to that side driue,

And none doth know to whom the daie will fall.

♦ O would my death might staie these ciuill iars!

♦ Would I had neuer raind, nor nere bin king,

Margret and Clifford, chide me from the fielde,

10 Swearing they had best successe when I was thence.

Would God that I were dead so all were well,

Or would my crowne suffice, I were content

To yeeld it them and liue a priuate life.

Enter a souldier with a dead man in his armes.

Sould Il blowes the wind that profits no bodie,

15 This man that I have slaine in fight to daie,

Maie be possessed of some store of crownes,

And I will search to find them if I can,

But stay. Me thinkes it is my fathers face,

Oh I tis he whom I haue slaine in fight,

20 From London was I prest out by the king,

My father he came on the part of Yorke,

And in this conflict I haue slaine my father:

Oh pardon God, I knew not what I did,

♦ And pardon father, for I knew thee not.

Enter an other souldier with a dead man.

25 2. Soul. Lie there thou that foughtst with me so stoutly,

Now let me see what store of gold thou haste,

But staie, me thinkes this is no famous face:

Oh no it is my sonne that I haue slaine in fight,

O monstrous times begetting such euents,

30 How cruel bloudy, and ironious,

This deadlie quarrell dailie doth beget,

♦ Poore boy thy father gaue thee lif too late,

And hath bereau’de thee of thy life too sone.

King Wo aboue wo, griefe more then common griefe,

35 Whilst Lyons warre and battaile for their dens,

Poore lambs do feele the rigor of their wraths:

♦ The red rose and the white are on his face,

The fatall colours of our striuing houses,

Wither one rose, and let the other flourish,

40 For if you striue, ten thousand liues must perish.

1. Sould. How will my mother for my fathers death,

Take on with me and nere be satisfide?

♦ 2. Sol. How will my wife for slaughter of my son,

Take on with me and nere be satisfide?

45 King. How will the people now misdeeme their king,

Oh would my death their mindes could satisfie.

1. Sould. Was euer son so rude his fathers bloud to spil?

2. Soul. Was euer father so vnnaturall his son to kill?

King. Was euer king thus greeud and vexed still?

50 1. Sould. Ile beare thee hence from this accursed place,

For wo is me to see my fathers face. Exit with his father.

2. Soul. Ile beare thee hence & let them fight that wil,

♦ For I haue murdered where I should not kill. Exit with his sonne.

K Hen. Weepe wretched man, Ile lay thee teare for tear,

55 Here sits a king as woe begone as thee.

Alarmes and enter the Queene.

Queene. Awaie my Lord to Barwicke presentlie,

The daie is lost, our friends are murdered,

♦ No hope is left for vs, therefore awaie.

Enter prince Edward.

Prince. Oh father flie, our men haue left the field,

60 Take horse sweet father, let us saue our selues.

Enter Exeter.

♦ Exet. Awaie my Lord for vengeance comes along with him:

Nay stand not to expostulate make hast,

Or else come after, Ile awaie before.

K Hen. Naie staie good Exeter, for Ile along with thee.

Enter Clifford wounded with an arrow in his necke.

65 Clif. Heere burnes my candell out,

That whilst it lasted gaue king Henry light.

Ah Lancaster, I feare thine ouerthrow,

More then my bodies parting from my soule.

My loue and feare glude manie friendes to thee,

70 And now I die, that tough commixture melts.

Impairing Henry strengthened misproud Yorke,

The common people swarme like summer flies,

♦ And whither flies the Gnats but to the sun?

And who shines now but Henries enemie?

75 Oh Phœbus hadst thou neuer giuen consent,

That Phæton should checke thy fierie steedes,

Thy burning carre had neuer scorcht the earth.

And Henry hadst thou liu’d as kings should doe,

And as thy father and his father did,

80 Giuing no foot vnto the house of Yorke,

I and ten thousand in this wofull land,

Had left no mourning Widdowes for our deathes,

And thou this daie hadst kept thy throne in peace.

For what doth cherish weedes but gentle aire?

85 And what makes robbers bold but lenitie?

Bootlesse are plaintes, and curelesse are my woundes,

No waie to flie, no strength to hold our flight,

The foe is mercilesse and will not pittie me,

And at their hands I haue deserude no pittie.

90 The aire is got into my bleeding wounds,

And much effuse of bloud doth make me faint,

Come Yorke, and Richard, Warwike and the rest,

♦ I stabde your fathers, now come split my brest.

Enter Edward, Richard, and Warwike, and Souldiers.

♦ Edw. Thus farre our fortunes keepes an vpward

95 Course, and we are grast with wreathes of victorie.

Some troopes pursue the bloudie minded Queene,

That now towards Barwike doth poste amaine,

But thinke you that Clifford is fled awaie with them?

War. No, tis impossible he should escape,

100 For though before his face I speake the words,

Your brother Richard markt him for the graue.

And where so ere he be I warrant him dead. Clifford grones and then dies.

Edw. Harke, what soule is this that takes his heauy leaue?

Rich. A deadlie grone, like life and deaths departure.

105 Edw. See who it is, and now the battailes ended,

Friend or foe, let him be friendlie vsed.

Rich. Reuerse that doome of mercie, for tis Clifford,

Who kild our tender brother Rutland,

♦ And stabd our princelie father Duke of Yorke.

110 War. From off the gates of Yorke fetch down the

Head, Your fathers head which Clifford placed there.

♦ Insteed of that, let his supplie the roome.

Measure for measure must be answered.

Edw. Bring forth that fatall scrichowle to our house,

115 That nothing sung to vs but bloud and death,

♦ Now his euill boding tongue no more shall speake.

War. I thinke his vnderstanding is bereft.

Say Clifford, doost thou know who speakes to thee?

Darke cloudie death oreshades his beames of life,

120 And he nor sees nor heares vs what we saie.

Rich. Oh would he did, and so perhaps he doth,

♦ And tis his policie that in the time of death,

He might auoid such bitter stormes as he

In his houre of death did give vnto our father.

125 George. Richard if thou thinkest so, vex him with eager words.

Rich. Clifford, aske mercie and obtaine no grace.

Edw. Clifford, repent in bootlesse penitence.

War. Clifford deuise excuses for thy fault.

George. Whilst we deuise fell tortures for thy fault.

130 Rich. Thou pittiedst Yorke, and I am sonne to Yorke.

Edw. Thou pittiedst Rutland, and I will pittie thee.

♦ George. Wheres captaine Margaret to fence you now?

War. They mocke thee Clifford, sweare as thou wast wont.

♦ Rich. What not an oth? Nay, then I know hees dead.

135 Tis hard, when Clifford cannot foord his friend an oath.

By this I know hees dead, and by my soule,

Would this right hand buy but an howres life,

That I in all contempt might raile at him.

Ide cut it off and with the issuing bloud,

140 Stifle the villaine whose instanched thirst,

Yorke and young Rutland could not satisfie.

War. I, but he is dead, off with the traitors head,

And reare it in the place your fathers stands.

And now to London with triumphant march,

145 There to be crowned Englands lawfull king.

From thence shall Warwike crosse the seas to France,

And aske the ladie Bona for thy Queene,

So shalt thou sinew both these landes togither,

♦ And hauing France thy friend thou needst not dread,

150 The scattered foe that hopes to rise againe.

And though they cannot greatly sting to hurt,

Yet looke to haue them busie to offend thine eares.

First He see the coronation done,

And afterward He crosse the seas to France,

155 To effect this marriage if it please my Lord

Edw. Euen as thou wilt good Warwike let it be.

But first before we goe, George kneele downe.

♦ We here create thee Duke of Clarence, and girt thee with the sword.

♦ Our younger brother Richard Duke of Glocester.

160 Warwike as my selfe shal do & vndo as him pleaseth best.

Rich. Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloster,

For Glosters Dukedome is too ominous.

♦ War. Tush thats a childish obseruation.

Richard be Duke of Gloster. Now to London.

165 To see these honors in possession. Exeunt Omnes.

SC. IX. eai

Enter two keepers with bow and arrowes.

Keeper. Come, lets take our stands vpon this hill,

And by and by the deere will come this waie.

But staie, heere comes a man, lets listen him a while.

Enter king Henrie disguisde.

Hen. From Scotland am I stolne euen of pure loue,

5 And thus disguisde to greet my natiue land.

No, Henrie no, It is no land of thine,

No bending knee will call thee Cæsar now,

No humble suters sues to thee for right,

For how canst thou helpe them and not thy selfe?

10 Keeper. I marrie sir, here is a deere, his skin is a

Keepers fee. Sirra stand close, for as I thinke,

This is the king, king Edward hath deposde.

♦ Hen. My Queene and sonne poore soules are gone to

France, and as I heare the great commanding Warwike,

15 To intreat a marriage with the ladie Bona,

If this be true, poore Queene and sonne,

Your labour is but spent in vaine,

♦ For Lewis is a prince soone wun with words,

And Warwike is a subtill Orator.

He laughes and saies, his Edward is instalde,

She weepes, and saies her Henry is deposde,

He on his right hand asking a wife for Edward,

She on his left side crauing aid for Henry.

♦ Keeper. What art thou that talkes of kings and queens?

25 Hen. More then I seeme, for lesse I should not be.

A man at least, and more I cannot be,

And men maie talke of kings, and why not I?

♦ Keeper. I but thou talkest as if thou wert a king thy selfe.

♦ Hen. Why so I am in mind though not in shew.

30 Keeper. And if thou be a king where is thy crowne?

Hen. My crowne is in my hart, not on my head.

♦ My crowne is calde content, a crown that

Kings doe seldome times enioy.

Keeper. And if thou be a king crownd with content,

35 Your crowne content and you, must be content

To go with vs vnto the officer, for as we thinke

♦ You are our quondam king, K. Edward hath deposde,

And therefore we charge you in Gods name & the kings

To go along with vs vnto the officers.

40 Hen. Gods name be fulfild, your kings name be

Obaide, and be you kings, command and Ile obay. Exeunt Omnes.

SC. X. eaj

Enter king Edward, Clarence, and Gloster, Montague, Hastings, and the Lady Gray.

♦ K Edw. Brothers of Clarence, and of Glocester,

This ladies husband heere sir Richard Gray,

♦ At the battaile of saint Albones did lose his life,

His lands then were seazed on by the conqueror.

5 Her sute is now to repossesse those lands,

And sith in quarrell of the house of Yorke,

The noble gentleman did lose his life,

In honor we cannot denie her sute.

Glo. Your highnesse shall doe well to grant it then.

10 K Edw I, so I will, but yet Ile make a pause.

Glo. I, is the winde in that doore?

♦ Clarence, I see the Lady hath some thing to grant,

Before the king will grant her humble sute.

♦ Cla. He knowes the game, how well he keepes the wind.

15 K. Ed. Widow come some other time to know our mind.

La. May it please your grace I cannot brooke delaies,

I beseech your highnesse to dispatch me now.

K Ed. Lords giue vs leaue, wee meane to trie this widowes wit.

Cla. I, good leaue haue you.

20 Glo. For you will haue leaue till youth take leaue,

And leaue you to your crouch.

K Ed. Come hither widdow, howe many children haste thou?

Cla. I thinke he meanes to begge a child on her.

♦ Glo. Nay whip me then, heele rather giue hir two.

25 La. Three my most gratious Lord.

♦ Glo. You shall haue foure and you wil be rulde by him.

♦ K Ed. Were it not pittie they shoulde loose their fathers lands?

♦ La. Be pittifull then dread L. and grant it them.

K Edw. Ile tell thee how these lands are to be got.

30 La. So shall you bind me to your highnesse seruice.

K Ed. What seruice wilt thou doe me if I grant it them?

La. Euen what your highnesse shall command.

♦ Glo. Naie then widow Ile warrant you all your

Husbands lands, if you grant to do what he

35 Commands. Fight close or in good faith

You catch a clap.

Cla. Naie I feare her not vnlesse she fall.

♦ Glo. Marie godsforbot man, for heele take vantage then.

La. Why stops my Lord, shall I not know my taske?

40 K Ed. An easie taske, tis but to loue a king.

♦ La. Thats soone performde, because I am a subiect.

K Ed. Why then thy husbandes landes I freelie giue thee.

La. I take my leaue with manie thousand thankes.

♦ Cla. The match is made, shee seales it with a cursie.

K Ed. Staie widdow staie, what loue dost thou thinke

I sue so much to get?

La. My humble seruice, such as subiects owes and the lawes commands.

♦ K Ed. No by my troth, I meant no such loue,

But to tell thee the troth, I aime to lie with thee.

50 La. To tell you plaine my Lord, I had rather lie in prison,

K Edw. Why then thou canst not get thy husbandes lands.

La. Then mine honestie shall be my dower,

For by that losse I will not purchase them.

K Ed. Herein thou wrongst thy children mightilie.

55 La. Heerein your highnesse wrongs both them and

Me, but mightie Lord this merrie inclination

Agrees not with the sadnesse of my sute.

Please it your highnes to dismisse me either with I or no.

K Ed. I, if thou saie I to my request,

60 No, if thou saie no to my demand.

La. Then no my Lord, my sute is at an end.

♦ Glo. The widdow likes him not, shee bends the brow.

Cla. Why he is the bluntest woer in christendome.

K Ed. Her lookes are all repleat with maiestie,

65 One waie or other she is for a king,

And she shall be my loue or else my Queene.

Saie that king Edward tooke thee for his Queene.

La. Tis better said then done, my gratious Lord,

I am a subiect fit to iest withall,

70 But far vnfit to be a Soueraigne.

♦ K Edw. Sweet widdow, by my state I sweare, I speake

No more then what my hart intends,

And that is to enioie thee for my loue.

La. And that is more then I will yeeld vnto,

75 I know I am too bad to be your Queene,

♦ And yet too good to be your Concubine.

K Edw. You cauill widdow, I did meane my Queene.

La. Your grace would be loath my sonnes should call you father.

♦ K Edw. No more then when my daughters call thee

80 Mother. Thou art a widow and thou hast some children,

And by Gods mother I being but a bacheler

Haue other some. Why tis a happy thing

To be the father of manie children.

Argue no more, for thou shall be my Queene.

85 Glo. The ghostlie father now hath done his shrift.

♦ Cla. When he was made a shriuer twas for shift.

♦ K. Edw. Brothers, you muse what talke the widdow

And I haue had, you would thinke it strange

If I should marrie her.

90 Cla. Marrie her my Lord, to whom?

K Edw. Why Clarence to my selfe.

Glo. That would be ten daies wonder at the least.

♦ Cla. Why thats a daie longer then a wonder lastes.

Glo. And so much more are the wonders in extreames

95 K Edw. Well ieast on brothers, I can tell you, hir

♦ Sute is granted for her husbands lands.

Enter a Messenger.

♦ Mes. And it please your grace, Henry your foe is

Taken, and brought as prisoner to your pallace gates.

K Edw. Awaie with him, and send him to the Tower,

100 And let vs go question with the man about

His apprehension. Lords along, and vse this

♦ Ladie honorablie. Exeunt Omnes.

Manet Gloster and speakes.

Glost. I, Edward will vse women honourablie,

Would he were wasted marrow, bones and all,

105 That from his loines no issue might succeed

To hinder me from the golden time I looke for,

For I am not yet lookt on in the world.

First is there Edward, Clarence, and Henry

♦ And his sonne, and all they lookt for issue

110 Of their loines ere I can plant my selfe,

A cold premeditation for my purpose,

What other pleasure is there in the world beside?

I will go clad my bodie in gaie ornaments,

And lull my selfe within a ladies lap,

115 And witch sweet Ladies with my words and lookes.

Oh monstrous man, to harbour such a thought!

Why loue did scorne me in my mothers wombe.

♦ And for I should not deale in hir affaires,

Shee did corrupt fraile nature in the flesh,

120 And plaste an enuious mountaine on my backe,

Where sits deformity to mocke my bodie,

To drie mine arme vp like a withered shrimpe.

To make my legges of an vnequall size,

And am I then a man to be belou’d?

125 Easier for me to compasse twentie crownes.

Tut I can smile, and murder when I smile,

♦ I crie content, to that that greeues me most.

I can adde colours to the Camelion,

And for a need change shapes with Protheus,

130 And set the aspiring Catalin to schoole.

♦ Can I doe this, and cannot get the crowne?

Tush were it ten times higher, Ile pull it downe. Exit.

SC. XI. eak

Enter king Lewis and the ladie Bona, and Queene Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford and others.

♦ Lewis. Welcome Queene Margaret to the Court of France,

It fits not Lewis to sit while thou dost stand,

Sit by my side, and here I vow to thee,

Thou shalt haue aide to repossesse thy right,

5 And beat proud Edward from his vsurped seat.

And place king Henry in his former rule.

Queen. I humblie thanke your royall maiestie.

And pray the God of heauen to blesse thy state,

Great king of France, that thus regards our wrongs.

Enter Warwike.

10 Lew. How now, who is this?

Queen. Our Earle of Warwike Edwardes chiefest friend.

Lew. Welcome braue Warwike, what brings thee to France?

War. From worthy Edward king of England,

My Lord and Soueraigne and thy vowed friend,

15 I come in kindnes and vnfained loue,

First to do greetings to thy royall person,

And then to craue a league of amitie,

And lastlie to confirme that amitie

With nuptiall knot if thou vouchsafe to grant

20 That vertuous ladie Bona thy faire sister,

To Englands king in lawfull marriage.

Queen. And if this go forward all our hope is done.

War. And gratious Madam, in our kings behalfe,

I am commanded with your loue and fauour,

25 Humblie to kisse your hand and with my tongue,

To tell the passions of my soueraines hart,

Where fame late entring at his heedfull eares,

♦ Hath plast thy glorious image and thy vertues.

Queen. King Lewes and Lady Bona heare me speake,

30 Before you answere Warwike or his words,

For hee it is hath done vs all these wrongs.

War. Iniurious Margaret.

Prince Ed. And why not Queene?

War. Because thy father Henry did vsurpe,

35 And thou no more art Prince then shee is Queene.

Ox. Then Warwike disanuls great Iohn of Gaunt,

That did subdue the greatest part of Spaine,

And after Iohn of Gaunt wise Henry the fourth,

Whose wisedome was a mirrour to the world.

40 And after this wise prince Henry the fift,

Who with his prowesse conquered all France,

♦ From these our Henries lineallie discent.

War. Oxford, how haps that in this smooth discourse

You told not how Henry the sixt had lost

45 All that Henry the fift had gotten.

Me thinkes these peeres of France should smile at that,

♦ But for the rest you tell a pettigree

♦ Of threescore and two yeares a sillie time,

To make prescription for a kingdomes worth.

50 Oxf. Why Warwike, canst thou denie thy king,

Whom thou obeyedst thirtie and eight yeeres,

And bewray thy treasons with a blush?

War. Can Oxford that did euer fence the right,

Now buckler falshood with a pettigree?

55 For shame leaue Henry and call Edward king.

♦ Oxf. Call him my king by whom mine elder

Brother the Lord Awbray Vere was done to death,

And more then so, my father euen in the

Downefall of his mellowed yeares,

60 When age did call him to the dore of death?

No Warwike no, whilst life vpholds this arme

This arme vpholds the house of Lancaster.

War. And I the house of Yorke.

♦ K Lewes. Queene Margaret, prince Edward and

65 Oxford, vouchsafe to forbeare a while,

Till I doe talke a word with Warwike.

Now Warwike euen vpon thy honor tell me true;

Is Edward lawfull king or no?

For I were loath to linke with him, that is not lawful heir.

70 War. Thereon I pawne mine honour and my credit.

♦ Lew. What is he gratious in the peoples eies?

War. The more, that Henry is vnfortunate.

♦ Lew. What is his loue to our sister Bona?

War. Such it seemes

75 As maie beseeme a monarke like himselfe.

My selfe haue often heard him saie and sweare,

That this his loue was an eternall plant,

The root whereof was fixt in vertues ground,

The leaues and fruite maintainde with beauties sun,

80 Exempt from enuie, but not from disdaine,

Vnlesse the ladie Bona quite his paine.

Lew. Then sister let vs heare your firme resolue.

♦ Bona. Your grant or your denial shall be mine,

But ere this daie I must confesse, when I

85 Haue heard your kings deserts recounted,

Mine eares haue tempted iudgement to desire.

♦ Lew. Then draw neere Queene Margaret and be a

Witnesse, that Bona shall be wife to the English king.

Prince Edw. To Edward, but not the English king.

90 War. Henry now liues in Scotland at his ease,

Where hauing nothing, nothing can he lose,

And as for you your selfe our quondam Queene,

You haue a father able to mainetaine your state,

♦ And better twere to trouble him then France.

Sound for a post within.

95 Lew. Here comes some post Warwike to thee or vs.

Post. My Lord ambassador this letter is for you,

Sent from your brother Marquis Montague.

This from our king vnto your Maiestie.

And these to you Madam, from whom I know not.

100 Oxf. I like it well that our faire Queene and mistresse,

♦ Smiles at her newes when Warwike frets as his.

P. Ed. And marke how Lewes stamps as he were nettled.

Lew. Now Margaret & Warwike, what are your news?

♦ Queen. Mine such as fils my hart full of ioie.

105 War. Mine full of sorrow and harts discontent.

Lew. What hath your king married the Ladie Gray,

And now to excuse himselfe sends vs a post of papers?

How dares he presume to vse vs thus?

Quee. This proueth Edwards loue, & Warwiks honesty.

110 War. King Lewis, I here protest in sight of heauen,

And by the hope I haue of heauenlie blisse,

That I am cleare from this misdeed of Edwards.

No more my king, for he dishonours me,

And most himselfe, if he could see his shame.

115 Did I forget that by the house of Yorke,

♦ My father came vntimelie to his death?

♦ Did I let passe the abuse done to my neece?

Did I impale him with the regall Crowne,

♦ And thrust king Henry from his natiue home,

120 And most vngratefull doth he vse me thus?

My gratious Queene pardon what is past,

And henceforth I am thy true seruitour,

I will reuenge the wrongs done to ladie Bona,

And replant Henry in his former state.

125 Queen. Yes Warwike I doe quite forget thy former

Faults, if now thou wilt become king Henries friend.

War. So much his friend, I his vnfained friend,

That if king Lewes vouchsafe to furnish vs

With some few bands of chosen souldiers,

130 Ile vndertake to land them on our coast,

And force the Tyrant from his seate by warre,

Tis not his new made bride shall succour him.

Lew. Then at the last I firmelie am resolu’d,

♦ You shall haue aide: and English messenger returne

In post, and tell false Edward thy supposed king,

That Lewis of France is sending ouer Maskers

To reuell it with him and his new bride.

♦ Bona. Tell him in hope heele be a Widower shortlie,

Ile weare the willow garland for his sake.

140 Queen. Tell him my mourning weedes be laide aside,

And I am readie to put armour on.

War. Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong,

And therefore Ile vncrowne him er’t be long.

♦ Thears thy reward, begone.

145 Lew. But now tell me Warwike, what assurance

I shall haue of thy true loyaltie?

War. This shall assure my constant loyaltie,

If that our Queene and this young prince agree,

Ile ioine mine eldest daughter and my ioie

150 To him forthwith in holie wedlockes bandes.

♦ Queen. Withall my hart, that match I like full wel,

Loue her sonne Edward, shee is faire and yong,

And giue thy hand to Warwike for thy loue.

Lew. It is enough, and now we will prepare,

155 To lcuie souldiers for to go with you.

And you Lord Bourbon our high Admirall,

Shall waft them safelie to the English coast,

And chase proud Edward from his slumbring trance,

For mocking marriage with the name of France.

160 War. I came from Edward as Imbassadour

But I returne his sworne and mortall foe:

Matter of marriage was the charge he gaue me,

But dreadfull warre shall answere his demand.

Had he none else to make a stale but me?

165 Then none but I shall turne his iest to sorrow.

I was the chiefe that raisde him to the crowne,

And Ile be chiefe to bring him downe againe,

Not that I pittie Henries miserie,

But seeke reuenge on Edwards mockerie. Exit.

SC. XII. eal

Enter king Edward, the Queene and Clarence, and Gloster, and Montague, and Hastings, and Penbrooke with souldiers.

♦ Edw. Brothers of Clarence, and of Glocester,

What thinke you of our marriage with the ladie Gray?

Cla. My Lord, we thinke as Warwike and Lewes

♦ That are so slacke in iudgement, that theile take

5 No offence at this suddaine marriage.

♦ Edw. Suppose they doe, they are but Lewes and

♦ Warwike, and I am your king and Warwikes,

And will be obaied.

♦ Glo. And shall, because our king, but yet such

10 Sudden marriages seldome proueth well.

Edw. Yea brother Richard are you against vs too?

♦ Glo. Not I my Lord, no, God forefend that I should

♦ Once gaine saie your highnesse pleasure,

♦ I, & twere a pittie to sunder them that yoake so wel togi- (ther.

15 Edw. Setting your skornes and your dislikes aside,

Shew me some reasons why the Ladie Gray,

Maie not be my loue and Englands Queene?

♦ Speake freelie Clarence, Gloster,

Montague and Hastings.

20 Cla. My Lord then this is my opinion,

That Warwike beeing dishonored in his embassage,

♦ Doth seeke reuenge to quite his iniuries.

Glo. And Lewes in regard of his sisters wrongs,

Doth ioine with Warwike to supplant your state,

25 Edw. Suppose that Lewis and Warwike be appeasd,

♦ By such meanes as I can best deuise.

Mont. But yet to have ioind with France in this

Alliance, would more haue strengthened this our

♦ Common wealth, gainst forraine stormes,

30 Then anie home bred marriage.

Hast. Let England be true within it selfe,

We need not France nor any alliance with them.

Cla. For this one speech the Lord Hastings wel deserues,

To haue the daughter and heire of the Lord Hungerford.

35 Edw. And what then? It was our will it should be so?

Cla. I, and for such a thing too the Lord Scales

Did well deserue at your hands, to haue the

Daughter of the Lord Bonfield, and left your

♦ Brothers to go seeke elsewhere, but in

40 Your madnes, you burie brotherhood.

Edw. Alasse poore Clarence, is it for a wife,

♦ That thou art mal-content,

♦ Why man be of good cheere, Ile prouide thee one.

Cla. Naie you plaide the broker so ill for your selfe,

45 That you shall giue me leaue to make my

Choise as I thinke good, and to that intent,

I shortlie meane to leaue you.

Edw. Leaue me or tarrie I am full resolu’d,

Edward will not be tied to his brothers wils.

50 Queen. My Lords doe me but right, and you must

Confesse, before it pleasd his highnesse to aduance

My state to title of a Queene,

♦ That I was not ignoble in my birth.

Edw. Forbeare my loue to fawne upon their frownes,

55 For thee they must obay, naie shall obaie,

And if they looke for fauour at my hands.

♦ Mont. My Lord, heere is the messenger returned from (France.

Enter a Messenger.

♦ Ed. Now sirra, What letters or what newes?

Mes. No letters my Lord, and such newes, as without 60 your highnesse speciall pardon I dare not relate.

♦ Edw. We pardon thee, and as neere as thou canst

Tell me, What said Lewis to our letters?

Mes. At my departure these were his verie words.

Go tell false Edward thy supposed king,

65 That Lewis of France is sending ouer Maskers,

♦ To reuill it with him and his new bride.

♦ Edw. Is Lewis so braue, belike he thinkes me Henry.

But what said Lady Bona to these wrongs?

♦ Mes. Tel him quoth she, in hope heele prove a widdower 70 shortly, Ile wear the willow garland for his sake.

♦ Edw. She had the wrong, indeed she could saie

♦ Little lesse. But what saide Henries Queene, for as

I heare, she was then in place?

Mes. Tell him quoth shee my mourning weeds be

75 Doone, and I am readie to put armour on.

Edw. Then belike she meanes to plaie the Amazon.

But what said Warwike to these iniuries?

Mes. He more incensed then the rest my Lord,

Tell him quoth he, that he hath done me wrong,

80 And therefore Ile vncrowne him er’t be long.

Ed. Ha, Durst the traytor breath out such proude words?

But I will arme me to preuent the worst.

♦ But what is Warwike friendes with Margaret?

♦ Mes. I my good Lord, theare so linkt in friendship,

85 That young Prince Edward marries Warwikes daughter.

♦ Cla. The elder, belike Clarence shall haue the

♦ Yonger. All you that loue me and Warwike

Follow me. Exit Clarence and Summerset.

Edw. Clarence and Summerset fled to Warwike,

90 What saie you brother Richard, will you stand to vs?

♦ Glo. I my Lord, in despight of all that shall

Withstand you For why hath Nature

Made me halt downe right, but that I

♦ Should be valiant and stand to it, for if

95 I would, I cannot runne awaie.

Edw. Penbrooke, go raise an armie presentlie,

Pitch vp my tent, for in the field this night

I meane to rest, and on the morrow morne,

Ile march to meet proud Warwike ere he land

100 Those stragling troopes which he hath got in France.

But ere I goe Montague and Hastings,

♦ You of all the rest are neerest allied

♦ In bloud to Warwike, therefore tell me, if

You fauour him more then me or not:

105 Speake truelie, for I had rather haue you open

Enemies, then hollow friends.

Monta. So God helpe Montague as he proues true.

Hast. And Hastings as hee fauours Edwards cause.

♦ Edw. It shall suffice, come then lets march awaie. Exeunt Omnes.

SC. XIII. eam

Enter Warwike and Oxford, with souldiers.

War. Trust me my Lords all hitherto goes well,

The common people by numbers swarme to vs,

But see where Sommerset and Clarence comes,

♦ Speake suddenlie my Lords, are we all friends?

5 Cla. Feare not that my Lord.

War. Then gentle Clarence welcome vnto Warwike.

And welcome Summerset, I hold it cowardise,

♦ To rest mistrustfull where a noble hart,

Hath pawnde an open hand in signe of loue,

10 Else might I thinke that Clarence, Edwards brother,

Were but a fained friend to our proceedings,

♦ But welcome sweet Clarence my daughter shal be thine.

And now what rests but in nights couerture,

Thy brother being careleslie encampt,

15 His souldiers lurking in the towne about,

And but attended by a simple guarde,

We maie surprise and take him at our pleasure,

Our skouts have found the aduenture very easie,

Then crie king Henry with resolued mindes,

20 And breake we presentlie into his tent.

Cla. Why then lets on our waie in silent sort,

♦ For Warwike and his friends God and saint George.

♦ War. This is his tent, and see where his guard doth

Stand, Courage my souldiers, now or neuer,

25 But follow me now, and Edward shall be ours.

All. A Warwike, a Warwike. Alarmes, and Gloster and Hastings flies.

Oxf. Who goes there?

War. Richard and Hastings let them go, heere is the (Duke

♦ Edw. The Duke, why Warwike when we parted

30 Last, thou caldst me king?

War. I, but the case is altred now.

♦ When you disgraste me in my embassage,

Then I disgraste you from being king,

And now am come to create you Duke of Yorke,

35 Alasse how should you gouerne anie kingdome,

That knowes not how to vse embassadors,

Nor how to vse your brothers brotherlie,

Nor how to shrowd your selfe from enimies.

Edw. Well Warwike, let fortune doe her worst,

40 Edward in minde will beare himselfe a king.

War. Then for his minde be Edward Englands king.

But Henry now shall weare the English crowne.

Go conuaie him to our brother archbishop of Yorke,

And when I haue fought with Penbrooke & his followers,

45 Ile come and tell thee what the ladie Bona saies,

♦ And so for a while farewell good Duke of Yorke. Exeunt some with Edward.

♦ Cla. What followes now, all hithertoo goes well,

♦ But we must dispatch some letters to France,

To tell the Queene of our happy fortune,

50 And bid hir come with speed to ioine with vs.

♦ War. I thats the first thing that we have to doe,

And free king Henry from imprisonment,

And see him seated in his regall throne,

♦ Come let vs haste awaie, and hauing past these cares,

55 Ile post to Yorke, and see how Edward fares. Exeunt Omnes.

SC. XIV. ean

Enter Gloster, Hastings, and sir William Stanly.

♦ Glo. Lord Hastings, and sir William Stanly,

Know that the cause I sent for you is this.

I looke my brother with a slender traine,

Should come a hunting in this forrest heere.

5 The Bishop of Yorke befriends him much,

And lets him vse his pleasure in the chase,

Now I haue priuilie sent him word,

How I am come with you to rescue him,

And see where the huntsman and he doth come.

Enter Edward and a Huntsman.

10 Hunts This waie my Lord the deere is gone.

♦ Edw. No this waie huntsman, see where the

Keepers stand. Now brother and the rest,

What, are you prouided to depart?

Glo. I, I, the horse stands at the parke corner,

15 Come, to Linne, and so take shipping into Flanders.

♦ Edw. Come then: Hastings, and Stanlie, I will

Requite your loues. Bishop farewell,

♦ Sheeld thee from Warwikes frowne,

And praie that I maie repossesse the crowne.

20 Now huntsman what will you doe?

Hunts Marrie my Lord, I thinke I had as good

Goe with you, as tarrie heere to be hangde.

Edw. Come then lets awaie with speed. Exeunt Omnes.

SC. XV. eao

Enter the Queene and the Lord Riuers.

♦ Riuers. Tel me good maddam, why is your grace

So passionate of late?

♦ Queen. Why brother Riuers, heare you not the newes,

Of that successe king Edward had of late?

5 Riu. What? losse of some pitcht battaile against Warwike,

Tush, feare not faire Queen, but cast those cares aside.

King Edwards noble mind his honours doth display:

And Warwike maie loose, though then he got the day.

Queen. If that were all, my griefes were at an end:

10 But greater troubles will I feare befall.

♦ Riu. What, is he taken prisoner by the foe,

To the danger of his royall person then?

♦ Queen. I, thears my griefe, king Edward is surprisde,

♦ And led awaie, as prisoner vnto Yorke.

15 Riu. The newes is passing strange, I must confesse:

Yet comfort your selfe, for Edward hath more friends,

Then Lancaster at this time must perceiue,

That some will set him in his throne againe.

Queen. God grant they maie, but gentle brother come,

20 And let me leane vpon thine arme a while,

Vntill I come vnto the sanctuarie,

There to preserue the fruit within my wombe,

K. Edwards seed true heire to Englands crowne. Exit.

SC. XVI. eap

Enter Edward and Richard, and Hastings with a troope of Hollanders.

Edw. Thus far from Belgia haue we past the seas,

♦ And marcht from Raunspur hauen vnto Yorke:

But soft the gates are shut, I like not this.

♦ Rich. Sound vp the drum and call them to the wals.

Enter the Lord Maire of Yorke vpon the wals.

5 Mair. My Lords we had notice of your comming,

♦ And thats the cause we stand vpon our garde,

And shut the gates for to preserue the towne.

Henry now is king, and we are sworne to him.

♦ Edw. Why my Lord Maire, if Henry be your king,

10 Edward I am sure at least, is Duke of Yorke.

♦ Mair. Truth my Lord, we know you for no lesse.

Edw. I craue nothing but my Dukedome.

Rich. But when the Fox hath gotten in his head,

♦ Heele quicklie make the bodie follow after.

15 Hast. Why my Lord Maire, what stand you vpon points?

Open the gates, we are king Henries friends.

Mair. Saie you so, then Ile open them presentlie. Exit Maire.

Ri. By my faith, a wise stout captain & soone perswaded. The Maire opens the dore, and brings the keies in his hand.

20 Edw. So my Lord Maire, these gates must not be shut,

♦ But in the time of warre, giue me the keies:

What, feare not man for Edward will defend

the towne and you, despight of all your foes.

Enter sir Iohn Mountgommery with drumme and souldiers.

How now Richard, who is this?

Rich. Brother, this is sir Iohn Mountgommery,

25 A trustie friend, vnlesse I be deceiude.

Edw. Welcome sir Iohn. Wherfore come you in armes?

Sir Iohn. To helpe king Edward in this time of stormes,

As euerie loyall subiect ought to doe.

Edw. Thankes braue Mountgommery,

30 But I onlie claime my Dukedom.

♦ Vntil it please God to send the rest.

Sir Iohn. Then fare you wel? Drum strike vp and let vs

March away, I came to serue a king and not a Duke.

Edw. Nay staie sir Iohn, and let vs first debate,

35 With what security we maie doe this thing.

Sir Iohn. What stand you on debating, to be briefe,

Except you presently proclaime your selfe our king,

♦ Ile hence againe, and keepe them backe that come to

Succour you, why should we fight when

40 You pretend no title?

♦ Rich. Fie brother, fie, stand you vpon tearmes?

Resolue your selfe, and let vs claime the crowne.

Edw. I am resolude once more to claime the crowne,

♦ And win it too, or else to loose my life.

45 Sir Iohn. I now my soueraigne speaketh like himselfe,

And now will I be Edwards Champion,

Sound Trumpets, for Edward shall be proclaimd.

♦ Edward the fourth by the grace of God, king of England and France, and Lord of Ireland, and whosoeuer gainsaies 50 king Edwards right: by this I challenge him to single fight, long liue Edward the fourth.

All. Long liue Edward the fourth.

Edw. We thanke you all. Lord Maire leade on the waie.

♦ For this night weele harbour here in Yorke,

55 And then as earlie as the morning sunne,

Liftes vp his beames aboue this horison

♦ Weele march to London, to meete with Warwike:

♦ And pull false Henry from the Regall throne. Exeunt Omnes.

SC. XVII. eaq

Enter Warwike and Clarence, with the Crowne, and then king Henry, and Oxford, and Summerset, and the yong Earle of Richmond.

♦ King. Thus from the prison to this princelie seat,

♦ By Gods great mercies am I brought

Againe, Clarence and Warwike doe you

Keepe the crowne, and gouerne and protect

5 My realme in peace, and I will spend the

Remnant of my daies, to sinnes rebuke

And my Creators praise.

War. What answeres Clarence to his soueraignes will?

Cla. Clarence agrees to what king Henry likes.

10 King. My Lord of Summerset, what prettie

Boie is that you seeme to be so carefull of?

♦ Sum. And it please your grace, it is yong Henry,

Earle of Richmond.

King. Henry of Richmond, Come hither pretie Ladde.

15 If heauenlie powers doe aime aright

To my diuining thoughts, thou pretie boy,

Shalt proue this Countries blisse,

Thy head is made to weare a princelie crowne,

Thy lookes are all repleat with Maiestie,

20 Make much of him my Lords,

For this is he shall helpe you more,

Then you are hurt by me.

Enter one with a letter to Warwike.

War. What Counsell Lords, Edward from Belgia,

With hastie Germaines and blunt Hollanders,

25 Is past in safetie through the narrow seas,

And with his troopes doe march amaine towardes (London,

♦ And manie giddie people follow him.

Oxf. Tis best to looke to this betimes,

For if this fire doe kindle any further,

30 It will be hard for vs to quench it out.

War. In Warwikeshire I haue true harted friends,

Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in warre,

♦ Them will I muster vp, and thou sonne Clarence shalt

In Essex, Suffolke, Norfolke, and in Kent,

35 Stir vp the knights and gentlemen to come with thee.

And thou brother Montague, in Leistershire,

Buckingham and Northamptonshire shalt finde,

♦ Men well inclinde to doe what thou commands,

And thou braue Oxford wondrous well belou’d,

40 Shalt in thy countries muster vp thy friends.

My soueraigne with his louing Citizens,

Shall rest in London till we come to him.

Faire Lords take leaue and stand not to replie,

Farewell my soueraigne.

45 King. Farewel my Hector, my Troyes true hope.

War. Farewell sweet Lords, lets meet at Couentrie.

All. Agreed. Exeunt Omnes.

SC. XVIII. ear

Enter Edward and his traine.

♦ Edw. Sease on the shamefast Henry,

And once againe conuaie him to the Tower,

Awaie with him, I will not heare him speake.

♦ And now towards Couentrie let vs bend our course

5 To meet with Warwike and his confederates. Exeunt Omnes.

SC. XIX. eas

Enter Warwike on the walles.

War. Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?

How farre hence is thy Lord my honest fellow?

Oxf post. By this at Daintrie marching hitherward.

War. Where is our brother Montague?

5 Where is the post that came from Montague?

Post. I left him at Donsmore with his troopes.

War. Say Summerfield where is my louing son?

And by thy gesse, how farre is Clarence hence?

♦ Sommer. At Southam my Lord I left him with

10 His force, and doe expect him two houres hence.

War. Then Oxford is at hand, I heare his drum.

Enter Edward and his power.

Glo. See brother, where the surly Warwike mans the wal.

♦ War. O vnbid spight, is spotfull Edward come!

♦ Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduste,

15 That we could haue no newes of their repaire?

Edw. Now Warwike wilt thou be sorrie for thy faults,

And call Edward king and he will pardon thee.

War. Naie rather wilt thou draw thy forces backe?

Confesse who set thee vp and puld thee downe?

20 Call Warwike patron and be penitent,

And thou shall still remaine the Duke of Yorke.

Glo. I had thought at least he would haue said the king.

♦ Or did he make the iest against his will.

♦ War. Twas Warwike gaue the kingdome to thy brother.

25 Edw. Why then tis mine, if but by Warwikes gift.

War. I but thou art no Atlas for so great a waight,

And weakling, Warwike takes his gift againe,

Henry is my king, Warwike his subiect.

Edw. I prethe gallant Warwike tell me this,

30 What is the bodie when the head is off?

♦ Glo. Alasse that Warwike had no more foresight,

♦ But whilst he sought to steale the single ten,

♦ The king was finelie fingerd from the decke?

You left poore Henry in the Bishops pallace,

35 And ten to one you’le meet him in the Tower.

Edw. Tis euen so, and yet you are olde Warwike still.

♦ War. O cheerefull colours, see where Oxford comes.

Enter Oxford with drum and souldiers & al crie,

♦ Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster. Exit.

♦ Edw. The Gates are open, see they enter in,

40 Lets follow them and bid them battaile in the streetes.

Glo. No, so some other might set vpon our backes,

♦ Weele staie till all be entered, and then follow them.

Enter Summerset with drum and souldiers.

Sum. Summerset, Summerset, for Lancaster. Exit.

Glo. Two of thy name both Dukes of Summerset,

45 Haue solde their liues vnto the house of Yorke,

♦ And thou shalt be the third and my sword hold.

Enter Montague with drum and souldiers.

Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster. Exit.

Edw. Traitorous Montague, thou and thy brother

♦ Shall deerelie abie this rebellious act.

Enter Clarence with drum and souldiers.

50 War. And loe where George of Clarence sweepes

Along, of power enough to bid his brother battell..

Cla. Clarence, Clarence, for Lancaster.

♦ Edw. Et tu Brute, wilt thou stab Cæsar too?

♦ A parlie sirra to George of Clarence.

Sound a Parlie, and Richard and Clarence whispers togither, and then Clarence takes his red Rose out of his hat, and throwes it at Warwike.

55 War. Com Clarence come, thou wilt if Warwike call.

Cla. Father of Warwike, know you what this meanes?

I throw mine infamie at thee,

I will not ruinate my fathers house,

Who gaue his bloud to lime the stones togither,

60 And set vp Lancaster. Thinkest thou

That Clarence is so harsh vnnaturall,

To lift his sword against his brothers life,

And so proud harted Warwike I defie thee,

♦ And to my brothers turne my blushing cheekes?

65 Pardon me Edward, for I haue done amisse,

And Richard doe not frowne vpon me,

For henceforth I will proue no more vnconstant.

Edw. Welcome Clarence, and ten times more welcome,

♦ Then if thou neuer hadst deserud our hate.

70 Glo. Welcome good Clarence, this is brotherlie.

War. Oh passing traytor, periurd and vniust.

♦ Edw. Now Warwike, wilt thou leaue

The towne and fight? or shall we beate the

Stones about thine eares?

75 War. Why I am not coopt vppe heere for defence,

I will awaie to Barnet presently,

♦ And bid thee battaile Edward if thou darest.

Edw. Yes Warwike he dares, and leades the waie,

Lords to the field, saint George and victorie. Exeunt Omnes.

SC. XX. eat

Alarmes, and then enter Warwike wounded.

War. Ah, who is nie? Come to me friend or foe,

And tell me who is victor Yorke or Warwike?

Why aske I that? my mangled bodie shewes,

That I must yeeld my bodie to the earth.

5 And by my fall the conquest to my foes,

Thus yeelds the Cedar to the axes edge,

Whose armes gaue shelter to the princelie Eagle,

♦ Vnder whose shade the ramping Lion slept,

Whose top branch ouerpeerd Ioues spreading tree.

10 The wrinkles in my browes now fild with bloud,

Were likened oft to kinglie sepulchers.

For who liu’d king, but I could dig his graue?

And who durst smile, when Warwike bent his brow?

Lo now my glorie smeerd in dust and bloud,

15 My parkes, my walkes, my mannors that I had,

Euen now forsake me, and of all my lands,

Is nothing left me but my bodies length.

Enter Oxford and Summerset.

Oxf. Ah Warwike, Warwike, cheere vp thy selfe and liue,

♦ For yet thears hope enough to win the daie.

20 Our warlike Queene with troopes is come from France,

♦ And at South-hampton landed all hir traine,

♦ And mightst thou liue, then would we neuer flie.

War. Whie then I would not flie, nor haue I now,

But Hercules himselfe must yeeld to ods,

25 For manie wounds receiu’d, and manie moe repaid,

Hath robd my strong knit sinews of their strength,

And spite of spites needes must I yeeld to death.

Som. Thy brother Montague hath breathd his last,

And at the pangs of death I heard him crie

30 And saie, commend me to my valiant brother,

♦ And more he would haue spoke and more he said,

♦ Which sounded like a clamor in a vault,

That could not be distinguisht for the sound,

And so the valiant Montague gave vp the ghost.

War. What is pompe, rule, raigne, but earth and dust?

And liue we how we can, yet die we must.

Sweet rest his soule, flie Lords and saue your selues,

For Warwike bids you all farewell to meet in Heauen. He dies.

♦ Oxf Come noble Summerset, lets take our horse,

40 And cause retrait be sounded through the campe,

That all our friends that yet remaine aliue,

♦ Maie be awarn’d and saue themselues by flight.

That done, with them weele post vnto the Queene,

♦ And once more trie our fortune in the field. Ex. ambo.

Enter Edward, Clarence, Gloster, with souldiers.

45 Edw. Thus still our fortune giues vs victorie,

♦ And girts our temples with triumphant ioies,

♦ The bigboond traytor Warwike hath breathde his last,

♦ And heauen this daie hath smilde vpon vs all,

But in this cleere and brightsome daie,

50 I see a blacke suspitious cloud appeare

That will encounter with our glorious sunne

Before he gaine his easefull westerne beames,

♦ I mean those powers which the Queen hath got in Frāce

Are landed, and meane once more to menace vs.

55 Glo. Oxford and Summerset are fled to hir,

♦ And tis likelie if she haue time to breath,

Her faction will be full as strong as ours.

Edw. We are aduertisde by our louing friends,

That they doe hold their course towards Tewxburie.

60 Thither will we, for willingnes rids waie,

♦ And in euerie countie as we passe along,

♦ Our strengthes shall be augmented.

♦ Come lets goe, for if we slacke this faire

Bright Summers daie, sharpe winters

65 Showers will marre our hope for haie. Ex. Omnes.

SC. XXI. eau

Enter the Queene, Prince Edward, Oxford, and Summerset, with drum and souldiers.

♦ Quee. Welcome to England, my louing friends of Frāce,

And welcome Summerset, and Oxford too.

Once more haue we spread our sailes abroad,

And though our tackling be almost consumde,

5 And Warwike as our maine mast ouerthrowne,

Yet warlike Lords raise you that sturdie post,

That beares the sailes to bring vs vnto rest,

And Ned and I as willing Pilots should

For once with carefull mindes guide on the sterne,

10 To beare vs through that dangerous gulfe

That heretofore hath swallowed vp our friends.

Prince. And if there be, as God forbid there should,

Amongst vs a timorous or fearefull man,

♦ Let him depart before the battels ioine,

15 Least he in time of need intise another,

And so withdraw the souldiers harts from vs.

I will not stand aloofe and bid you fight,

♦ But with my sword presse in the thickest thronges,

And single Edward from his strongest guard,

20 And hand to hand enforce him for to yeeld,

Or leaue my bodie as witnesse of my thoughts.

Oxf. Women and children of so high resolue,

♦ And Warriors faint, why twere perpetuall

♦ Shame? Oh braue yong Prince, thy

25 Noble grandfather doth liue againe in thee,

Long maiest thou liue to beare his image,

And to renew his glories.

Sum. And he that turnes and flies when such do fight,

Let him to bed, and like the Owle by daie

30 Be hist, and wondered at if he arise.

Enter a Messenger.

Mes. My Lords, Duke Edward with a mighty power,

Is marching hitherwards to fight with you.

Oxf. I thought it was his pollicie, to take vs vnprouided,

♦ But here will we stand and fight it to the death.

Enter king Edward, Cla. Glo. Hast. and Souldiers.

35 Edw. See brothers, yonder stands the thornie wood,

Which by Gods assistance and your prowesse,

♦ Shall with our swords yer night be cleane cut downe.

Queen. Lords, Knights & gentlemen, what I should say,

My teares gainesaie, for as you see, I drinke

40 The water of mine eies. Then no more

♦ But this. Henry your king is prisoner

In the tower, his land and all our friends

Are quite distrest, and yonder standes

The Wolfe that makes all this,

45 Then on Gods name Lords togither cry saint George.

♦ All. Saint George for Lancaster.

Alarmes to the battell, Yorke flies, then the chambers be discharged. Then enter the king, Cla. & Glo. and the rest, & make a great shout, and crie, for Yorke, for Yorke, and then the Queene is taken, & the prince, & Oxf. & Sum. and then sound and enter all againe.

Edw. Lo here a period of tumultuous broiles,

Awaie with Oxford to Hames castell straight,

For Summerset off with his guiltie head.

50 Awaie I will not heare them speake.

♦ Oxf. For my part Ile not trouble thee with words. Exit Oxford.

♦ Sum. Nor I, but stoope with patience to my death. Exit Sum.

Edw. Now Edward what satisfaction canst thou make,

For stirring vp my subiects to rebellion?

55 Prin. Speake like a subiect proud ambitious Yorke,

Suppose that I am now my fathers mouth,

Resigne thy chaire, and where I stand kneele thou,

♦ Whilst I propose the selfesame words to thee,

♦ Which traytor thou woudst haue me answere to.

60 Queen. Oh that thy father had bin so resolu’d:

♦ Glo. That you might still haue kept your

Peticote, and nere haue stolne the

Breech from Lancaster.

Prince. Let Aesop fable in a winters night,

65 His currish Riddles sorts not with this place.

Glo. By heauen brat Ile plague you for that word.

Queen. I, thou wast borne to be a plague to men.

Glo. For Gods sake take awaie this captiue scold.

♦ Prin Nay take away this skolding Crooktbacke rather.

70 Edw. Peace wilfull boy, or I will tame your tongue.

♦ Cla. Vntuterd lad thou art too malepert.

Prin. I know my dutie, you are all vndutifull.

Lasciuious Edward, and thou periurd George,

And thou mishapen Dicke, I tell you all,

75 I am your better, traytors as you be.

♦ Edw. Take that, the litnes of this railer heere.

Queen. Oh kill me too.

Glo. Marrie and shall.

♦ Edw. Hold Richard hold, for we haue doone too (much alreadie.

80 Glo. Why should she liue to fill the world with words?

♦ Ed. What doth she swound? make meanes for Her recouerie?

Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother,

I must to London on a serious matter,

Ere you come there, you shall heare more newes.

85 Cla. About what, prethe tell me?

Glo. The Tower man, the Tower, Ile root them out. Exit Gloster.

♦ Queen. Ah Ned, speake to thy mother boy? ah

Thou canst not speake.

Traytors, Tyrants, bloudie Homicides,

90 They that stabd Cæsar shed no bloud at all,

For he was a man, this in respect a childe,

And men nere spend their furie on a child,

♦ Whats worse then tyrant that I maie name,

You haue no children Deuils, if you had,

95 The thought of them would then haue stopt your rage,

But if you euer hope to haue a sonne,

Looke in his youth to haue him so cut off,

As Traitors you haue doone this sweet young prince.

Edw. Awaie, and beare her hence.

100 Queen. Naie nere beare me hence, dispatch

Me heere, heere sheath thy sword,

Ile pardon thee my death. Wilt thou not?

♦ Then Clarence, doe thou doe it?

Cla. By Heauen I would not doe thee so much ease.

105 Queen. Good Clarence doe, sweet Clarence kill me too.

Cla. Didst thou not heare me sweare I would not do it?

Queen. I, but thou vsest to forsweare thy selfe,

Twas sinne before, but now tis charitie.

♦ Whears the Diuels butcher, hardfauored Richard,

110 Richard where art thou? He is not heere,

Murder is his almes deed, petitioners

♦ For bloud he nere put backe.

Edw. Awaie I saie, and take her hence perforce.

♦ Queen. So come to you and yours, as to this prince. Ex.

115 Edw. Clarence, whithers Gloster gone?

♦ Cla Marrie my Lord to London, and as I gesse, to

Make a bloudie supper in the Tower.

Edw. He is sudden if a thing come in his head.

Well, discharge the common souldiers with paie

120 And thankes, and now let vs towards London,

♦ To see our gentle Queene how shee doth fare,

For by this I hope shee hath a sonne for vs. Exeunt Omnes.

SC. XXII. eav

Enter Gloster to king Henry in the Tower.

Glo. Good day my Lord. What at your booke so hard?

Hen. I my good Lord. Lord I should saie rather,

Tis sinne to flatter, good was little better,

Good Gloster, and good Diuell, were all alike,

5 What scene of Death hath Rosius now to act?

Glo. Suspition alwaies haunts a guiltie mind.

Hen. The birde once limde doth feare the fatall bush,

And I the haplesse maile to one poore bird,

Haue now the fatall obiect in mine eie,

10 Where my poore young was limde, was caught & kild.

Glo. Why, what a foole was that of Creete?

♦ That taught his sonne the office

Of a birde, and yet for all that the poore

♦ Fowle was drownde.

15 Hen. I Dedalus, my poore sonne Icarus,

Thy father Minos that denide our course,

Thy brother Edward, the sunne that searde his wings,

♦ And thou the enuious gulfe that swallowed him.

Oh better can my brest abide thy daggers point,

20 Then can mine eares that tragike historie.

Glo. Why dost thou thinke I am an executioner?

Hen. A persecutor I am sure thou art,

And if murdering innocents be executions,

Then I know thou art an executioner.

25 Glo. Thy sonne I kild for his presumption.

Hen. Hadst thou bin kild when first thou didst presume,

Thou hadst not liude to kill a sonne of mine,

And thus I prophesie of thee.

That manie a Widdow for her husbands death,

30 And many an infants water standing eie,

Widowes for their husbandes, children for their fathers,

Shall curse the time that euer thou wert borne.

The owle shrikt at thy birth, an euill signe,

♦ The night Crow cride, aboding lucklesse tune,

35 Dogs howld and hideous tempests shooke down trees,

The Rauen rookt her on the Chimnies top,

And chattering Pies in dismall discord sung,

Thy mother felt more then a mothers paine,

And yet brought forth lesse then a mothers hope,

40 To wit: an vndigest created lumpe,

Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree,

Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast borne,

To signifie thou camst to bite the world,

And if the rest be true that I haue heard,

45 Thou camst into the world He stabs him.

♦ Glo. Die prophet in thy speech, Ile heare

No more, for this amongst the rest, was I ordainde.

Hen. I and for much more slaughter after this.

O God forgiue my sinnes, and pardon thee. He dies.

50 Glo. What? will the aspiring bloud of Lancaster

♦ Sinke into the ground, I had thought it would haue mounted,

See how my sword weepes for the poore kings death.

♦ Now maie such purple teares be alwaies shed,

For such as seeke the downefall of our house.

55 If anie sparke of life remaine in thee, Stab him againe.

Downe, downe to hell, and saie I sent thee thither.

I that haue neither pittie, loue nor feare.

Indeed twas true that Henry told me of,

For I haue often heard my mother saie,

60 That I came into the world with my legs forward,

And had I not reason thinke you to make hast,

And seeke their ruines that vsurpt our rights?

♦ The women wept and the midwife cride,

O Iesus blesse vs, he is borne with teeth.

65 And so I was indeed, which plainelie signifide,

That I should snarle and bite, and plaie the dogge.

Then since Heauen hath made by bodie so,

Let hell make crookt my mind to answere it.

I had no father, I am like no father,

70 I haue no brothers, I am like no brothers,

And this word Loue which graybeards tearme diuine,

Be resident in men like one another,

And not in me, I am my selfe alone.

Clarence beware, thou keptst me from the light,

75 But I will sort a pitchie daie for thee.

♦ For I will buz abroad such prophesies,

As Edward shall be fearefull of his life,

And then to purge his feare, Ile be thy death.

♦ Henry and his sonne are gone, thou Clarence next,

80 And by one and one I will dispatch the rest,

Counting my selfe but bad, till I be best.

Ile drag thy bodie in another roome,

And triumph Henry in thy daie of doome. Exit.

SC. XXIII. eaw

Enter king Edward, Queene Elizabeth, and a Nurse with the young prince, and Clarence, and Hastings, and others.

♦ Edw. Once more we sit in England’s royall throne,

Repurchasde with the bloud of enemies,

♦ What valiant foemen like to Autumnes corne,

Haue we mow’d downe in tops of all their pride?

5 Three Dukes of Summerset, threefold renowmd

For hardie and vndoubted champions.

Two Cliffords, as the father and the sonne,

And two Northumberlands, two brauer men

Nere spurd their coursers at the trumpets sound.

10 With them the two rough Beares, Warwike and Montague,

That in their chaines fettered the kinglie Lion,

And made the Forrest tremble when they roard,

Thus haue we swept suspition from our seat,

And made our footstoole of securitie.

15 Come hither Besse, and let me kisse my boie,

Young Ned, for thee, thine Vncles and my selfe,

Haue in our armors watcht the Winters night,

♦ Marcht all a foote in summers skalding heat,

That thou mightst repossesse the crowne in peace,

20 And of our labours thou shalt reape the gaine.

♦ Glo. Ile blast his haruest and your head were laid,

For yet I am not lookt on in the world.

This shoulder was ordained so thicke to heaue,

And heaue it shall some waight or breake my backe,

25 Worke thou the waie, and thou shalt execute.

♦ Edward. Clarence and Gloster, loue my louelie Queene,

♦ And kisse your princelie nephew brothers both.

♦ Cla. The dutie that I owe vnto your, Maiestie,

I seale vpon the rosiate lips of this sweet babe.

30 Queen. Thankes noble Clarence worthie brother thankes.

♦ Gloster. And that I loue the fruit from whence thou

Sprangst, witnesse the louing kisse I giue the child.

To saie the truth so Iudas kist his maister,

And so he cride all haile, and meant all harme.

35 Edward. Nowe am I seated as my soule delights,

♦ Hauing my countries peace, and brothers loues.

♦ Cla. What will your grace haue done with Margaret,

♦ Ranard her father to the king of France,

♦ Hath pawnd the Cyssels and Ierusalem,

40 And hither haue they sent it for her ransome.

Edw. Awaie with her, and wafte hir hence to France,

And now what rests but that we spend the time,

With stately Triumphs and mirthfull comicke shewes,

Such as befits the pleasures of the Court.

45 Sound drums and Trumpets, farewell to sower annoy,

For heere I hope begins our lasting ioie. Exeunt Omnes.

FINIS.

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LINENOTES TO THE TRUE TRAGEDIE OF RICHARD DUKE OF YORKE.
eaa001 Crookeback] Q₁ Q₂. then Crooke backe Q₃.
eaa006 therewith] Q₁ Q₂. there with Q₃.
eaa008 the hands] Q₁ Q₂. th’ hands Q₃.
eaa010 dangerouslie] Q₁. danderously Q₂. dangerously Q₃.
eaa014 Bloud, whom] Q₁. blood, Whom Q₂ Q₃.
eaa016 L.] Q₁ Q₂. Lord Q₃.
eaa022 heauens] Q₁ Q₂. heauen Q₃.
eaa024 chaire?] Q₁. chaire; Q₂. chaire: Q₃.
eaa032 Violence, vnlesse] Q₁. violenre, Vnlesse Q₂. violence, Vnlesse Q₃.
eaa033 lets] Q₁ Q₂. let’s Q₃.
eaa041 burd] Q₁. bird Q₂ Q₃.
eaa042 Dares] Q₁ Q₂. Dare Q₃.
eaa054 this,] Q₁. this? Q₂ Q₃. ¶ lets] Q₁ Q₂. Let’s Q₃.
eaa063 becke?] Q₁ Q₂. becke. Q₃.
eaa064, eaa072: D.] Q₁ Q₂. Duke Q₃.
eaa073 mine] Q₁ Q₂. my Q₃.
eaa078 that is] Q₁ Q₂. thats Q₃.
eaa079 sittest] Q₁. sitst Q₂ Q₃.
eaa082 Duke] Q₁ Q₃. D. Q₂.
eaa089 remember it] Q₁ Q₂. remember ’t Q₃.
eaa103, eaa104: vpon their Townes] Q₁ Q₂. vpon Their townes Q₃.
eaa108 You are] Q₁ Q₂. Y’are Q₃.
eaa112 Lets] Q₁ Q₂. Let’s Q₃.
eaa115 leauē] Q₁. leaue Q₂ Q₃.
eaa116 seekest] Q₁ Q₂. seek’st Q₃.
eaa117 both both] Q₁. both Q₂ Q₃. ¶ birth,] Q₁. birth. Q₂. birth? Q₃.
eaa118 discent] Q₁ Q₂. descent Q₃.
eaa126, eaa130: titles] Q₁ Q₃. title’s Q₂.
eaa129 T‛was] Q₁. Twas Q₂ Q₃.
eaa135 Henrie] Q₁. Henerie Q₂. Henry Q₃.
eaa138 Soueraigne, &] Q₁. Soneraigue, And Q₂. Soueraigne, And Q₃.
eaa146 laist] Q₁ Q₃. layest Q₂.
eaa149–eaa151: Tush...proud] In Q₃ the lines end deceiu’d...Norfolke...proud.
eaa150, eaa151: and of Kent. that] Q₁. and of Kent, That Q₂. And Kent, that Q₃.
eaa159 you?] Q₁ Q₃. you, Q₂.
eaa163 Wright] Q₁. Write Q₂ Q₃.
eaa165 whilst] Q₁ Q₂. while Q₃.
eaa174 Exit.] Q₁ Q₂. om. Q₃.
eaa175 Queene.] Q₁ Q₂. Queene. Exit. Q₃.
eaa177 vnkingly] Q₁ Q₂. vnkindly Q₃.
eaa180 my Lord] Q₁ Q₃. my L. Q₂.
eaa187, eaa188: That...Soueraigne] Q₁. As two lines in Q₂, ending broiles...Soueraigne. As three in Q₃, ending oath...line...Soueraigne. ¶ eaa187: thine oath] Q₁ Q₂. an oath Q₃.
eaa190 him?] Q₁. him. Q₂ Q₃.
eaa194, eaa195: My Lord...castell] As in Q₁ Q₂. In Q₃ the lines end leaue...Castle.
eaa195 and his sonnes] Q₁ Q₂. with his sonnes Q₃.
eaa201 I follow] Q₁ Q₂. Ile follow Q₃.
eaa203 there?] Q₁. there be? Q₂ Q₃.
eaa205 our] Q₁ Q₃. ouer Q₂.
eaa212 sseepe] Q₁. sleepe Q₂ Q₃.
eaa215 Northen] Q₁ Q₂. Northerne Q₃.
eaa218 him] Q₁ Q₃. them Q₂.
eaa222 murdred] Q₁ Q₂. murdered Q₃.
eaa226 hir...hir] Q₁. her...her Q₂ Q₃. ¶ forget] Q₁ Q₂. to forget Q₃.
eab005–eab007: No...father] As in Q₁. As two lines in Q₂ Q₃, ending which...father.
eab008 boy, why] Q₁ Q₃. boy? Why Q₂.
eab009, eab010: And...death] One line in Q₂ Q₃.
eab011, eab012: But...yeare] One line in Q₂ Q₃.
eab017 Then...moment] Two lines in Q₃.
eab025 rhou] Q₁. thou Q₂ Q₃.
eab033 Saint] Q₁ Q₂. S. Q₃.
eab039, eab040: Nurthumberland...Wakefield] As in Q₁ Q₂. As three lines in Q₃, ending Westmerland...Lancaster,...Wakefield. ¶ eab039: Nurthumberland] Q₁. Northumberland Q₂ Q₃. ¶ and others] Q₁ Q₂. with others Q₃.
eab042, eab043: A Gods...me] As in Q₁ Q₂. As three lines in Q₃, ending come...hence...me.
eab044 Mortemers] Q₁. Mortimers Q₂. Mortimer Q₃.
eab045 Your] Q₁. Y’are Q₂ Q₃.
eab047 Shee...field] Two lines in Q₃, ending Lord...field.
eab048 souldiers] soludiors Q₃.
eab050 womans] Q₁. woman’s Q₂ Q₃.
eab051 woon] Q₁. won Q₂. wonne Q₃.
eab055 Lets] Q₁ Q₂. Let’s Q₃. ¶ Exit.] Q₁ Q₃. Exeunt. Q₂.
eac004 Chaplin] Q₁ Q₂. Chaplaine Q₃.
eac008 Heauen reuenge] Q₁ Q₃. heauen Reuenge Q₂.
eac010 the Chaplein] Q₁. the Chaplin. Q₂. Chaplaine. Q₃.
eac014 ouer] Q₁ Q₂. ore Q₃.
eac018 too] Q₁ Q₃. to Q₂.
eac021 Bloud hath] Q₁ Q₃. blood, Hath Q₂.
eac022, eac023: againe? he is a Man] Q₁. againe, He is a man Q₂. againe, he is a Man Q₃.
eac038 twas] Q₁ Q₂. t’was Q₃.
eac051 lost thou] Q₁. lost; thou Q₂. lost, thou Q₃.
eac062 flie:] Q₁. flie? Q₂ Q₃.
eac081 gainst] Q₁ Q₂. ’gainst Q₃.
eac090 death] Q₁. deafe Q₂ Q₃.
eac093 valure] Q₁. valour Q₂ Q₃. ¶ were] Q₁ Q₂. where Q₃.
eac100 triumphs] Q₁ Q₃. triumphes Q₂. ¶ eac100, eac101: conquered Bootie] Q₁. conquered booty Q₂. conquer’d booty Q₃.
eac101 robbers] robbbers Q₃.
eac111 where is] Q₁ Q₂. wher’s Q₃. ¶ Crookbackt] Q₁. Crookebackt Q₂. crookt-backt Q₃.
eac114 amongst] Q₁ Q₂. mongst Q₃.
eac116 rapiers] Q₁ Q₃. Rapier Q₂.
eac121 state?] Q₁. state: Q₂. state. Q₃.
eac122 Yorke?] Q₁. Yorke: Q₂ Q₃.
eac124 What?] Q₁ Q₂. What, Q₃. ¶ parcht] Q₁. partcht Q₂. parch Q₃.
eac128 Yorke?] Q₁ Q₂. Yorke, Q₃.
eac129 whilst] Q₁ Q₃. while Q₂.
eac130 king?] Q₁. King. Q₂ Q₃.
eac132 aire] Q₁. heire Q₂. heyre Q₃.
eac143 Thats] Q₁ Q₂. That’s Q₃.
eac146 tongue] Q₁ Q₂. tongue’s Q₃. ¶ than] Q₁ Q₂. then Q₃.
eac150 visard like] Q₁ Q₂. visard-like Q₃.
eac154 Twere] Q₁ Q₂. T’were Q₃.
eac155 type] Q₁ Q₃. tipe Q₂.
eac156 Sissiles] Q₁ Q₂. Cissiles Q₃.
eac166 that] Q₁ Q₃. om. Q₂.
eac171 hide?] Q₁. hide! Q₂. hide; Q₃.
eac179 blowes] Q₁ Q₂. blow Q₃.
eac180 alaies] Q₁. alayes Q₂. alaes Q₃.
eac183 French woman] Q₁ Q₂. French-woman Q₃.
eac185 can I] Q₁ Q₂. I can Q₃.
eac194 heauie] Q₁ Q₂. om. Q₃.
eac195 sheed] Q₁. shead Q₂. shed Q₃.
eac196 sheed] Q₁. shed Q₂ Q₃.
eac200 two] Q₁ Q₂. too Q₃.
eac201 Hard-harted] Q₁ Q₂. Hard harted Q₃.
eac205 inlie] Q₁ Q₂. inward Q₃.
eac209 Thears...thears] Q₁ Q₂. There’s...there’s Q₃. ¶ my] Q₁ Q₃. mine Q₂.
eac210 thears] Q₁ Q₂. there’s Q₃.
ead007 his] Q₁ Q₂. the Q₃. ¶ our] Q₁ Q₂. from our Q₃.
ead011 Dasell] Q₁ Q₂. Dazle Q₃. ¶ eies] Q₁. eies? Q₂. eyes, Q₃.
ead012 seperated] Q₁ Q₂. separated Q₃. ¶ ead012, ead013: racking Cloud, but] Q₁. racking cloude: But Q₂. racking cloud But Q₃.
ead024 thou? that] Q₁. thou that Q₂ Q₃. ¶ lookest] Q₁ Q₂. look’st Q₃. ¶ After this line Q₃ inserts Enter a Messenger.
ead032 forst] Q₁ Q₂. fore’st Q₃.
ead051 hart] Q₁. heart Q₂. hate Q₃.
ead054 bare] Q₁ Q₃. beare Q₂.
ead059 descent] Q₁ Q₃. disent Q₂.
ead061 his?] Q₁. his. Q₂ Q₃.
ead063 Ah] Q₁ Q₃. Ah gentle Q₂. ¶ report] Q₁ Q₃. but reporte, Q₂. ¶ ead063–ead066: Ah...wounds] Q₁. In Q₂ the lines end reporte...deliuerance...tould...woundes. In Q₃ they end at newes...flesh...adde...wounds.
ead069 I] Q₁ Q₃. om. Q₂.
ead070 L.] Q₁. Lord Q₂ Q₃.
ead071 a go] Q₁. agoe Q₂. ago Q₃.
ead073 things] Q₁ Q₂. newes Q₃.
ead076 swiflie] Q₁. swiftlie Q₂. swiftly Q₃.
ead081 to entercept] Q₁. t’entercept Q₂. to intercept Q₃.
ead089, ead092: twas] Q₁ Q₂. ’twas Q₃.
ead090 He lookt] Q₁. Who lookt Q₂. He look’d Q₃.
ead097 night Owles] Q₁ Q₂. Night-Owles Q₃.
ead108 another] Q₁ Q₃. an other Q₂.
ead115 gainst] Q₁ Q₂. ’gainst Q₃.
ead127 whats] Q₁ Q₂. what’s Q₃.
ead138 mo] Q₁ Q₂. moe Q₃.
ead143 frustrate] Q₁ Q₃. frusterate Q₂. ¶ or] Q₁ Q₃. ot Q₂.
ead147 48.] Q₁ Q₂. eight and forty Q₃.
ead158 faints] Q₁ Q₃. faint’st Q₂.
ead161 degree, is] Q₁. degree is Q₂. degree is, Q₃.
ead165 the] Q₁ Q₃. th’ Q₂.
ead172 Lets] Q₁ Q₂. Let’s Q₃.
eae002 Yonders] Q₁ Q₃. Yonder’s Q₂.
eae014 Whose scapes] Q₁. Who scapes Q₂ Q₃.
eae034 birth right] Q₁. birth-right Q₂ Q₃.
eae045 euill] Q₁ Q₂. ill Q₃.
eae057 straight doe dub] Q₁. straight do bub Q₂. straight way dub Q₃.
eae060 boy] Q₁ Q₂. om. Q₃.
eae074 thats] Q₁ Q₂. that’s Q₃.
eae079 crowne,] Q₁ Q₂. Crowne? Q₃.
eae089 Parlement] Q₁. Parliament Q₂ Q₃.
eae091 And...son?] Two lines in Q₃, the first ending George.
eae092 their] Q₁ Q₂. there Q₃.
eae093 I...sort] Two lines in Q₃, the first ending thee.
eae096 synald] Q₁ Q₂. signall Q₃.
eae098 War.] Q₁ Q₂. Warwicke Q₃.
eae101 flee] Q₁ Q₂. flye Q₃. ¶ tis] Q₁ Q₂. t’is Q₃.
eae102 so] Q₁ Q₂. as Q₃.
eae103 that] Q₁ Q₂. om. Q₃.
eae104 you] Q₁ Q₂. yee Q₃.
eae105–eae109: Northumberland...child-killer] As in Q₁. As prose in Q₂. As five lines in Q₃ ending hold...reuerently...refraine...heart...child-killer.
eae113 sunne set] Q₁ Q₂. sun-set Q₃.
eae114 Haue...speake] Q₁ Q₂. Two lines in Q₃, ending Lords...speake.
eae117 am a king and] Q₁ Q₂. being a King am Q₃. ¶ priuiledge] Q₁. previledgde Q₂. priviledg’d Q₃.
eae119 cru’d] Q₁. cur’d Q₂ Q₃.
eae135 venome] Q₁ Q₂. venom’d Q₃.
eae139 Shames thou] Q₁. Sham’st Q₂. Sham’st thou Q₃. ¶ eae139, eae140: de-Riu’de, to] Q₁. de-riu’de, To Q₂ Q₃.
eae145 macht] Q₁. matcht Q₂ Q₃.
eae148 gracst] Q₁. grac’d Q₂. grac’st Q₃.
eae153 slept?] Q₁. slept, Q₂ Q₃.
eae155 an other] Q₁ Q₂. another Q₃.
eae156 the gaine] Q₁ Q₂. thee gaine Q₃.
eae164 Not] Q₁ Q₂. Nor Q₃.
eae169 wrangling woman] Q₁ Q₃. wrangling. woman Q₂.
eaf005 perforce] Q₁ Q₃. per force Q₂. ¶ rest] Q₁ Q₃. yeeld Q₂.
eaf011 theres] Q₁ Q₂. there’s Q₃.
eaf013 Lest] Q₁ Q₂. Least Q₃.
eaf014 lords: what hap,] Q₁. Lords? what hap, Q₂. Lords, what hap? Q₃.
eaf020 tottring] Q₁ Q₃. totering Q₂.
eaf024 off] Q₁ Q₃. of Q₂.
eaf035 loose] Q₁ Q₂. lose Q₃.
eaf037 pillers] Q₁ Q₂. pillars Q₃.
eaf038 promise] gromise Q₂.
eag005 slise] Q₁. slice Q₂ Q₃.
eag010 heres] Q₁. heer’s Q₂. heere’s Q₃. ¶ Alarme still] Q₁. Alarmes still Q₂ Q₃.
eah007 ciuill iars!] Q₁ Q₃. cruell iarres Q₂.
eah008 raind] Q₁. raignde Q₂. raign’d Q₃.
eah024 an other] Q₁ Q₂. another Q₃.
eah030 ironious] Q₁ Q₂. ironous Q₃.
eah032 thee lif] Q₁ Q₃. the life Q₂. ¶ too late] Q₁ Q₃. to late Q₂.
eah037 white] Q₁ Q₃. Whight Q₂.
eah043 of my] Q₁ Q₃. of her Q₂.
eah053 murdered] Q₁ Q₃. murdred Q₂.
eah058 hope] Q₁ Q₂. helpe Q₃.
eah061 comes] Q₁ Q₃. come Q₂.
eah073 whither] Q₁ Q₂. whether Q₃.
eah085 lenitie] Q₁. lenetie Q₂. lenity Q₃.
eah093 and Warwike] Q₁. and Warwicke Q₂. Warwicke Q₃.
eah094, eah95: Thus...Course] One line in Q₂.
eah095 grast] Q₁ Q₂. grac’d Q₃.
eah109 father] Q₁ Q₃. om. Q₂.
eah110, eah111: From...there] As in Q₁ Q₃. In Q₂ the first line ends at head.
eah112 Insteed] Q₁. In stead Q₂. Instead Q₃.
eah116 euill] Q₁ Q₃. yll Q₂.
eah122 that in the] Q₁ Q₃. in the Q₂.
eah132 Wheres] Q₁. Where’s Q₂ Q₃.
eah134, eah136: hees] Q₁. hee’s Q₂ Q₃.
eah149 needst] Q₁ Q₂. needs Q₃.
eah155 my Lord] Q₁. my Lord? Q₂. my Lord. Q₃.
eah158 We...sword] As in Q₁ Q₂. Two lines in Q₃, the first ending Clarence.
eah159 Glocester] Q₁ Q₂. Gloster Q₃.
eah160 him] Q₁ Q₂. himselfe Q₃.
eah163 thats] Q₁ Q₂. that’s Q₃.
eai010–eai012: I marrie...deposde] As in Q₁ Q₃. In Q₂ the lines end fee...King...deposde. ¶ eai010: here is] Q₁ Q₂. heere’s Q₃.
eai013, eai014: My...Warwike] As in Q₁. In Q₂ Q₃ the lines end France...Warwicke.
eai018 wun] Q₁. wonne Q₂. won Q₃.
eai024 Keeper.] Q₁ Q₃. Heeper. Q₂.
eai028 talkest] Q₁ Q₂. talkes Q₃.
eai029 shew.] shew? Q₃.
eai032, eai033: My...enioy] As prose in Q₃.
eai037 K.] Q₁ Q₂. King Q₃.
eai040, eai041: Gods...obay] As in Q₁ Q₃. In Q₂ the first line ends obayde.
eaj001 Glocester] Q₁ Q₂. Gloster Q₃.
eaj003 saint] Q₁ Q₂. S. Q₃.
eaj012 Clarence,] Q₁ Q₂. Clarence. Q₃. ¶ some thing] Q₁ Q₃. somthing Q₂.
eaj014 Cla.] Q₁ Q₂. Glo. Q₃.
eaj024 heele] Q₁. hee’l Q₂ Q₃. ¶ hir] Q₁. her Q₂ Q₃.
eaj025 most] Q₁ Q₃. om. Q₂.
eaj026 and] Q₁ Q₂. if Q₃.
eaj027 Were it] Q₁ Q₂. Wer’t Q₃. ¶ loose] Q₁. lose Q₂ Q₃.
eaj028 L.] Q₁ Q₂. Lord Q₃.
eaj033–eaj036: Naie...clap] As in Q₁ Q₃. Three lines in Q₂, ending landes...commaundes...clap.
eaj038 godsforbot] Q₁ Q₃. gods-forbot Q₂. ¶ heele] Q₁ Q₂. hee’l Q₃.
eaj041 Thats] Q₁ Q₂. That’s Q₃.
eaj044 cursie] Q₁. curtesie Q₂. curtsie Q₃.
eaj048 meant] Q₁ Q₃. meane Q₂.
eaj055, eaj056: Heerein...Me] One line in Q₂.
eaj062 bends] Q₁ Q₃. bens Q₂.
eaj071, eaj072: I speake...intends] One line in Q₂.
eaj075 too bad] Q₁ Q₃. to bad Q₂.
eaj076 too good] Q₁ Q₃. to good Q₂.
eaj079, eaj080. No more...children] In Q₂ Q₃ the first line ends at mother.
eaj086 twas] Q₁ Q₂. ’twas Q₃.
eaj087–eaj089: Brothers...her] As prose in Q₂.
eaj093 thats] Q₁ Q₂. that’s Q₃.
eaj095, eaj096: hir...lands] One line in Q₂.
eaj096 lands] Q₁ Q₃ lauds Q₂.
eaj097, eaj098: And...Taken] One line in Q₂.
eaj100 let vs] Q₁. lets Q₂ Q₃. ¶ eaj100–eaj102: And...honorablie] Two lines in Q₂, the first ending apprehension. Three in Q₃, ending about...vse...honourably.
eaj102 Exeunt Omnes] Q₁ Q₃. Exeunt. Q₂.
eaj109 lookt for] Q₁. looke for Q₂ Q₃.
eaj118 hir] Q₁. her Q₂ Q₃.
eaj120 plaste] Q₁. plast Q₂. plac’d Q₃.
eaj127 that that] Q₁. that, that Q₂. that which Q₃.
eaj131 cannot] Q₁ Q₃. can not Q₂.
eak001 and others.] Q₁ Q₂. with others. Q₃. ¶ eak001: Queene] Q₁ Q₃. Q. Q₂.
eak028 plast] Q₁ Q₂. plac’d Q₃.
eak042 Henries Q₁ Q₂. Henry is Q₃. ¶ lineallie] lineasly Q₂.
eak047, eak054: pettigree] Q₁ Q₂. pedigree Q₃.
eak048 yeares a] Q₁. yeeres; a Q₂. yeares, a Q₃.
eak056, eak057: Call...Brother] One line in Q₂.
eak064, eak065: Queene...Oxford] As one line in Q₂.
eak071, eak073: What is] Q₁. What, is Q₂ Q₃.
eak074, eak075: Such...himselfe] One line in Q₂.
eak083 or your] Q₁ Q₂. or Q₃.
eak087, eak088: Then...Witnesse] One line in Q₂.
eak094 twere] Q₁ Q₂ ’twere Q₃.
eak101 as his] Q₁. at his Q₂ Q₃.
eak104 Mine such...full of] Q₁. Mine, such...full of Q₂. Mine is such...with Q₃.
eak116 vntimlie to his] to an vntimely Q₃.
eak117 my] Q₁ Q₂. thy Q₃.
eak119 home] Q₁. home? Q₂ Q₃.
eak125, eak126: Yes...Faults] One line in Q₂ Q₃. ¶ eak125: I doe] Ile Q₃.
eak134, eak135: You...king] As three lines in Q₂, ending ayde...post...King.
eak138 heele] Q₁ Q₂. hee’l Q₃.
eak144 Thears] Q₁. Ther’s Q₂. There’s Q₃. ¶ begone] Q₁ Q₂. be gone. Exit Mes. Q₃.
eak150 wedlockes] Q₁ Q₂. wedlocke Q₃.
eak151 Withall] Q₁. With all Q₂ Q₃.
eak155 lcuie] Q₁. leuie Q₂ Q₃.
eak160 Imbassadour] Q₁. Embassadour Q₂. Embassador Q₃.
eal001 and Clarence] Q₁ Q₂. Clarence Q₃. ¶ and Gloster...and Hastings] Q₁ Q₂. Gloster, Montague, Hastings, Q₃. ¶ eal001: Glocester] Q₁ Q₂. Gloster Q₃.
eal004, eal005: That...marriage] As prose in Q₂. ¶ eal004: theile] Q₁. theyle Q₂. they will Q₃.
eal006, eal007: Suppose...Warwike] One line in Q₂ Q₃.
eal007 am] Q₁ Q₂. am both Q₃.
eal009, eal010: And...well] As prose in Q₂. ¶ eal009: our king] Q₁ Q₃. you are our king Q₂.
eal010 seldome] Q₁ Q₂. sildome Q₃.
eal012, eal013: should...pleasure] One line in Q₃.
eal013 gaine saie] Q₁. gainesay Q₂. gainsay Q₃.
eal014 a pittie] Q₁ Q₂. pitty Q₃.
eal018 Gloster] Q₁ Q₂. Glocester Q₃.
eal020 my] Q₁ Q₂. mine Q₃.
eal022 quite] Q₁ Q₂. quit Q₃.
eal026 deuise.] Q₁ Q₃. deuise? Q₂.
eal029 Common wealth] Q₁ Q₂. Common-wealth Q₃.
eal030 home bred] Q₁ Q₂. home-bred Q₃.
eal035 so?] Q₁ Q₂. so, Q₃.
eal039, eal040: Brothers...madnes] One line in Q₃.
eal040 brotherhood] Q₁ Q₂. brother-hood Q₃.
eal042 mal-content,] Q₁. mal-content? Q₂. male-content, Q₃.
eal043 Ile] Q₁ Q₃. I will Q₂.
eal045, eal046: That...choise] One line in Q₃. ¶ eal045: you] Q₁ Q₂. ye Q₃.
eal050–eal052: My Lords...Queene] In Q₂ the lines end confesse...aduance...Queene. In Q₃ they end right...highnesse...Queene.
eal053 in] Q₁ Q₂. from Q₃.
eal057 Enter a Messenger.] Q₁ Q₂. Enter Messenger. Q₃.
eal058 letters] letters? Q₃.
eal060 speciall] Q₁ Q₂. om. Q₃.
eal061, eal062: We...Tell me] One line in Q₂ Q₃.
eal066 reuill] Q₁. reuell Q₂ Q₃.
eal067 braue,] Q₁. braue? Q₂ Q₃.
eal069, eal070: Tel...shortly] One line in Q₂. ¶ eal069: heele] Q₁. hee’l Q₂. heel Q₃.
eal070 the willow] a willow Q₃.
eal071, eal072: She...lesse] One line in Q₂.
eal072, eal073: But...place] As prose in Q₂. In Q₃ the lines end wrong......Queene...place.
eal075 Doone] Q₁. done Q₂ Q₃, reading as one line Tell...done.
eal083 what is] Q₂ Q₃. what, is Q₂.
eal084 theare] Q₁. they are Q₂ Q₃.
eal086–eal088: The elder......Follow me] Two lines in Q₂ Q₃, ending younger...me. ¶ eal086: elder,] Q₁ Q₃. elder? Q₂.
eal087 Yonger.] Q₁ Q₃. younger? Q₂.
eal091–eal095: I...awaie] In Q₂ Q₃ the lines end you...right...to it?...away.
eal094 to it,] Q₁. to it? Q₂. to it: Q₃.
eal102 of] Q₁ Q₂. aboue Q₃. ¶ neerest] Q₁ Q₂. neere Q₃.
eal103, eal104: if...or not] One line in Q₃.
eal105, eal106: Speak...Enemies] One line in Q₂ Q₃.
eal109 lets] Q₁ Q₂. let’s Q₃. ¶ Oxford] Q₁ Q₃. Oxenford Q₂.
eam004 friends?] Q₁ Q₃. friends. Q₂.
eam008 hart,] Q₁. heart: Q₂. heart Q₃.
eam012 shal be] Q₁. shalbe Q₂. shall be Q₃.
eam022 saint] Q₁ Q₂. S. Q₃.
eam023, eam024: This...Stand] One line in Q₂ Q₃.
eam029, eam030: The Duke...Last] One line in Q₂.
eam030 caldst] Q₁ Q₂. calledst Q₃.
eam032, eam033: disgraste] Q₁. disgrast Q₂. disgrac’st Q₃.
eam046 Exeunt...] Q₁ Q₂. Exit.... Q₃.
eam047 now,] Q₁ Q₂. now? Q₃.
eam048 to] Q₁ Q₂. into Q₃.
eam050 hir] Q₁. her Q₂ Q₃.
eam051 thats] Q₁ Q₂. that’s Q₃.
eam054 let vs] Q₁ Q₂.
ean001 Stanly] Q₁ Q₂. Stanley Q₃.
ean011–ean013: No...depart?] In Q₂ the lines end stand...rest...depart? In Q₃ they end huntsman...rest...depart?
ean016, ean017: I will...farewell] One line in Q₂ Q₃.
ean018 frowne] Q₁ Q₃. frownes Q₂.
eao001, eao002: Tel...late] One line in Q₂. Two in Q₃, the first ending madame.
eao003 you] Q₁ Q₂. ye Q₃.
eao005 Warwike,] Q₁. Warwike? Q₂. Warwick. Q₃.
eao011 What,] Q₁ Q₃. What? Q₂.
eao013 thears] Q₁. ther’s Q₂ Q₃.
eao014 prisoner] Q₁ Q₃. prison Q₂.
eao015 passing] pessing Q₂.
eao020 a while] Q₁. awhile Q₂ Q₃.
eap002 Raunspur] Q₁. Rounspur Q₂.
eap004, &c. Maire] Q₁. Maior Q₂ Q₃.
eap006 thats] Q₁ Q₂. that’s Q₃.
eap009, eap015: Maire] Q₁. Maior Q₂ Q₃.
eap011 Truth] Q₁ Q₃. Trueth Q₂.
eap014 Heele] Q₁ Q₂. Hee’l Q₃.
eap021, eap022: What...towne] One line in Q₂. ¶ eap021: man for] Q₁. man; for Q₂. man, for Q₃.
eap031 the rest] Q₁ Q₃. thee rest Q₂.
eap038–eap040: Ile...title] As prose in Q₂. In Q₃ the lines end backe...fight...title?
eap041 fie] om. Q₃.
eap044 loose] Q₁. lose Q₂ Q₃.
eap045 speaketh like] Q₁. speakes like Q₂. speaketh Q₃.
eap048–eap051: In Q₂ the lines end Ireland...right...fight.
eap054 weele] Q₁ Q₂. wee’l Q₃.
eap057 Weele] Q₁ Q₂. Wee’l Q₃.
eap058 Exeunt Omnes.] Q₁ Q₃. om. Q₂.
eaq001 and Oxford, and Summerset] Q₁ Q₂. Oxford, Somerset Q₃.
eaq002–eaq007: By...praise] In Q₂ Q₃ the lines end againe...crowne...peace...dayes...prayse.
eaq010, eaq011: My...of?] In Q₂ the lines end that...of? In Q₃ they end boy...of? ¶ eaq010: Summerset] Q₁. Sommerset Q₂. Somerset Q₃, and passim.
eaq012 And it] Q₁ Q₂. If it Q₃.
eaq020–eaq022: Make...by me] As two lines in Q₂, the first ending is he.
eaq027 giddie] Q₁ Q₂. giddy headed Q₃.
eaq033, eaq034: shalt...Kent] One line in Q₃.
eaq038 commands] Q₁ Q₃. commaunds Q₂.
ear001 shamefast] Q₁ Q₂. shamefac’st Q₃.
ear004 let vs] Q₁ Q₃. lets Q₂.
eas009, eas010: At...force] One line in Q₂.
eas013 come!] come? Q₂ Q₃.
eas014 seduste] Q₁. seduc’d Q₂ Q₃.
eas020 penitent,] Q₁ Q₂. penitent? Q₃.
eas023 will.] Q₁ Q₃. will? Q₂.
eas024 Twas] Q₁ Q₂. ’Twas Q₃.
eas031 foresight] Q₁ Q₂ (Devonshire) Q₃. foesight Q₂ (Malone 36).
eas032 whilst] Q₁ Q₃. while Q₂.
eas033 decke?] Q₁. decke: Q₂. decke. Q₃.
eas035 you’le] Q₁. youle Q₂. you’l Q₃.
eas037, eas038: Enter......Lancaster] As stage direction in Q₂: Enter Oxford with drum and souldiers, and all crie Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster. ¶ eas037: & al crie] om. Q₃.
eas038, eas043, eas047: Exit] Q₁ Q₃. Exeunt. Q₂.
eas039 see they] Q₁. see, they Q₂ Q₃.
eas042 Weele] Q₁. Wee’l Q₂ Q₃.
eas046 and] Q₁ Q₂. if Q₃.
eas049 abie] Q₁ Q₂. abide Q₃.
eas050, eas051: And...along] One line in Q₂.
eas052 Lancaster.] Q₁ Q₃. Lancaster. Exeunt. Q₂.
eas053 Edw. Et] Q₁ Q₃. Et Q₂.
eas064 cheekes?] Q₁. cheekes: Q₂. cheekes, Q₃.
eas069 deserud] Q₁. deserued Q₂. deseru’d Q₃.
eas072–eas074: Now......eares?] As two lines in Q₂, ending fight?...eares?
eas077 darest] Q₁ Q₂. dar’st Q₃.
eat008 ramping] Q₁ Q₂. rampant Q₃.
eat015 See note (I).
eat019 thears] Q₁. theres Q₂. there’s Q₃.
eat021 hir] Q₁. her Q₂ Q₃.
eat022 mightest] Q₁ Q₃. mightst Q₂.
eat025 moe] Q₁ Q₂. more Q₃.
eat031 spoke] Q₁ Q₃. saide Q₂.
eat032 clamor] Q₁. clamour Q₂ Q₃.
eat039 lets] Q₁ Q₂. let’s Q₃.
eat040 retrait] Q₁. retraite Q₂. retreate Q₃.
eat042 awarn’d] Q₁ Q₂. forewarn’d Q₃. ¶ themselues] Q₁ Q₃. them selues Q₂.
eat044 Ex. ambo.] Q₁ Q₂. Exit ambo. Q₃.
eat046 girts] Q₁ Q₂. girt Q₃.
eat047 bigboond traytor] Q₁. bigboond Q₂. big-bon’d traitor Q₃.
eat048 smilde] Q₁ Q₂ (Devonshire). smlde Q₂ (Malone 36). smil’d Q₃.
eat053 powers] Q₁ Q₂. pow’rs Q₃. ¶ Frāce] Q₁. Fraunce Q₂. France Q₃.
eat055 to hir] Q₁. to her Q₂ Q₃.
eat056 tis] Q₁ Q₂. ’tis Q₃.
eat061 countie] Q₁ Q₂. country Q₃.
eat062–eat065: Our...haie] As three lines in Q₂, ending goe...daie...haie. In Q₃ the lines end augmented...day...haie.
eat063 faire] om. Q₃.
eat065 Ex. Omnes.] Q₁. Exeunt omnes. Q₂ Q₃.
eau001 Frāce] Q₁. France Q₂ Q₃.
eau005 maine mast] Q₁. maine-Mast Q₂. maine Mast Q₃.
eau014 battels] Q₁. Battaile Q₂. battailes Q₃.
eau015 intise] Q₁ Q₂. entice Q₃.
eau018 presse] Q₁ Q₂. prease Q₃.
eau023–eau027: And......glories] As four lines in Q₂, ending shame:...Grandfather...thou liue...glories. As five in Q₃, ending shame...grandfather...thee image...glories.
eau024 shame?] Q₁. shame: Q₂. shame. Q₃.
eau030 wondered] Q₁ Q₃. wondred Q₂.
eau034 king Edward] Q₁ Q₂. K. Edward Q₃. ¶ Cla. Glo. Hast.] Q₁ Q₂. Clarence, Gloster, Hastings, Q₃.
eau037 yer] Q₁. ere Q₂ Q₃.
eau040–eau044: The water...all this] Four lines in Q₂ Q₃, ending but this...Tower...distrest...all this.
eau041 your] Q₁ Q₂. our Q₃.
eau046 Cla. Glo.] Q₁ Q₂. Clarence, Gloster, Q₃. ¶ & make] Q₁. and make Q₂. making Q₃. ¶ the Queene...Sum.] Q₁. the Queene is taken, the Prince, Oxford, and Sum. Q₂. the Queene, Prince, Oxford, and Somerset are taken, Q₃.
eau051 Exit Oxford.] Q₁ Q₂. Exit Oxf. Q₃.
eau052 Exit Sum.] Q₁ Q₃. Exit Sommerset Q₂.
eau058 Whilst] Q₁ Q₃. Whilest Q₂.
eau059 woudst] Q₁. wouldst Q₂ Q₃.
eau060 bin] Q₁ Q₂. bene Q₃.
eau061–eau063: That......Lancaster] Two lines in Q₂ Q₃, the first ending petticoate.
eau069 Crooktbacke] Q₁ Q₂. Crookebacke Q₃.
eau071 Vntuterd] Q₁. Vntutered Q₂. Vntutor’d Q₃. ¶ too malepert] Q₁. to malapert Q₂. too malapart Q₃.
eau076 the litnes] Q₁. the lightnes Q₂. thou likenesse Q₃. ¶ heere.] Q₁ Q₂. here. Stabs him. Q₃.
eau079 too much] Q₁ Q₃. to much Q₂.
eau081 What...recouerie] Two lines in Q₃. ¶ recouerie?] Q₁. recouerie. Q₂. recouery. Q₃.
eau087, eau088: Ah...speake] In Q₂ Q₃ the first line ends at boy. ¶ eau087: boy?] Q₁. boy, Q₂. boy: Q₃.
eau093 Whats] Q₁ Q₂. What’s Q₃. ¶ maie name,] Q₁. may name? Q₂. may not name? Q₃.
eau100–eau0102: Naie...not?] In Q₂ the lines end at me here...death...not?
eau103 it?] Q₁. it. Q₂ Q₃.
eau109 Whears] Q₁. Wheres Q₂. Where’s Q₃. ¶ butcher,] Q₁ Q₃. butcher? Q₂.
eau110–eau0112: He...backe] Two lines in Q₂, the first ending deed.
eau112 he] Q₁ Q₂. hee’l Q₃.
eau114 Ex.] Q₁. Exit. Q₂ Q₃.
eau115 whithers] Q₁ Q₂. whether is Q₃. ¶ and as I] Q₁ Q₃. as I Q₂.
eau116, eau0117: to Make...Tower] One line in Q₂ Q₃.
eau120 let vs] Q₁ Q₂. lets Q₃.
eau121 doth] Q₁ Q₃. poth Q₂.
eav012–eav014: That......drownde] Two lines in Q₂ Q₃, the first ending birde.
eav014 drownde] Q₁. drowne Q₂. drownd Q₃.
eav018 enuious] Q₁ Q₂. enuiest Q₃.
eav034 night Crow] Q₁ Q₃. night-Crow Q₂.
eav035 tempests] Q₁ Q₃. tempestes Q₂.
eav045 He stabs him.] Q₁ Q₂. Stabs him. Q₃.
eav046, eav047: Die...more] One line in Q₂ Q₃.
eav051 ground,] Q₁. ground? Q₂ Q₃.
eav053 be alwaies] alwayes be Q₃.
eav055 If...thee] Omitted in Q₃.
eav060 That] Q₁ Q₂. om. Q₃.
eav063 wept...cride] Q₁ Q₂. weeping...crying Q₃.
eav070 haue no brothers] Q₁ Q₃. haue no brother Q₂.
eav076 After this line Q₃ inserts Vnder pretence of outward seeming ill.
eav079, eav080: See note (II).
eaw001 Clarence] Q₁ Q₂. Clarence, Gloster Q₃. ¶ eaw001: royall] om. Q₃.
eaw003 Autumnes] Autumes Q₂.
eaw005 renowmd] Q₁ Q₂. renownd Q₃.
eaw018 a foote] Q₁ Q₂. afoot Q₃.
eaw021 and] Q₁ Q₂. if Q₃.
eaw026 Clarence...Queene] Q₁ Q₂. Brothers of Clarence and of Gloster, Pray loue...Queene Q₃, reading as two lines.
eaw027 brothers] Q₁ Q₂. om. Q₃.
eaw028 your, Maiestie] Q₁. your Maiestie Q₂. your Maiesty Q₃.
eaw031, eaw032: And...Sprangst] One line in Q₂ Q₃.
eaw036 Hauing...loues] Omitted in Q₃.
eaw037 Margaret,] Q₁. Margaret? Q₂ Q₃.
eaw038 Ranard] Q₁ Q₂. Reynard Q₃.
eaw039 Cyssels] Q₁ Q₂. Cicels Q₃.
eaw040 her] Q₁ Q₂. a Q₃.

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The true Tragedie of Richard Duke of Yorke, and the good King Henry the Sixt.

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The true Tragedie of Richard Duke of Yorke, and the good King Henry the Sixt.

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