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Devis'd impeachments to imprison him;
And when my uncle told me so, he wept,
And pitied me; and kindly kist my cheek;
Bad me rely on him, as on my father,
And he would love me dearly as his child.
Dutch. Ah! that deceit should steal such gentle shape,
And with a virtuous vizard hide deep vice!
He is my son, ay, and therein my shame;
Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit.
Son. Think you my uncle did dissemble, grandam?
Dutch. Ay, boy
Son. I cannot think it. Hark, what noise is this?
Enter the Queen with her hair about ber ears, Rivers
and Dorset after her.
Queen. Ah! who shall hinder me to wail and weep?
To chide my fortune, and torment my felf?
I'll join with black despair against my soul,
And to my felf become an enemy
Dutch. What means this scene of rude impatience ?
Queen. To make an act of tragick violence.
Edward, my Lord, thy fon, our King, is dead.
Why grow the branches, when the root is gone?
Why wither not the leaves, that want their fap?
If you will live, lament; if die, be brief;
That our swift-winged fouls may catch the King's,
Or like obedient subjects follow him,
To his new kingdom of perpetual rest.
Dutch. Ah! so much int'rest have I in thy forrow,
As I had title to thy noble husband;
I have bewept a worthy husband's death,
And liv'd by looking on his images.
But now two mirrors of his Princely femblance
Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death ;
And I for comfort have but one false glass,
That grieves me when I see my shame in him.
Thou art a widow, yet thou art a mother,
And haft the comfort of thy children left:
But death hath snatch'd my husband from mine arms,
, And pluckt two crutches from my feeble hands, Clarence and Edward. O, what cause have I, (Thine being but a moiety of my grief) To over-go thy plaints, and drown thy cries!
Son. Ah, aunt! you wept not for our father's death; How can we aid you with our kindred tears?
Daugh. Our fatherless distress was left unmoan’d,
Your widow dolours likewise be unwept!
Queen. Give me no help in lamentation,
I am not barren to bring forth complaints: a
Ah, for my husband, for my dear Lord Edward!
. Ah, for our father, for our dear Lord Clarence ! Dutch. Alas, for both, both mine, Edward and Cla
rence! Queen. What stay had I, but Edward? and he's
Chil. What stay had we, but Clarence ? and he's gone.
Dutch. What stays had I but they? and they are gone.
Queen. Was never widow had so dear a loss.
Chil. Were never orphans had so dear a loss.
Dutch. Was never mother had so dear a loss.
Alas! I am the mother of these griefs,
Their woes are parcell'd, mine are general.
She for an Edward weeps, and so do I ;
I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she;
These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I.
Alas! you three, on me threefold distrest
Pour all your tears! I am your forrow's nurse,
And I will pamper it with lamentations,
Dors. Comfort, dear mother; God is much displeas’d,
That with unthankfulness you take his doing.
In common worldly things 'tis callid ungrateful
With dull unwillingness to pay a debt,
Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent:
Much (a) forth complaints : All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, That I being govern'd by the watry moon, May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world. Ah, for my husband
Much more to be thus opposite with heav'n,
For it requires the royal debt it lent you.
Riv. Nadam, bethink you like a careful mother
Of the young Prince your son; send strait for him,
Let him be crown'd, in him your comfort lives.
Drown desp'rate forrow in dead Edward's grave,
And plant your joys in living Edward's throne.
Enter Gloucester, Buckingham, Stanley, Hastings
Glo. Sifter, have comfort: all of us have cause
To wail the dimming of our shining ftar :
But none can help our harms by wailing them.
Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy,
I did not see you. Humbly on my knee
I crave your blessing.
Dutch. God bless thee, and put meekness in thy breast,
Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!
Glo. Amen, and make me die a good old man!
That is the butt end of a mother's blessing;
I marvel that her Grace did leave it out.
Buck. You cloudy Princes, and heart-sorrowing Peers,
That bear this mutual heavy load of moan,
Now chear each other in each other's love;
Though we have spent our harvest of this King,
We are to reap the harvest of his son.
The broken rancor of your high-swoľn hearts,
But lately splinter’d, knit and join'd together,
Muft gently be preserv’d, cherish'd and kept :
Me seemeth good, that with some little train,
Forthwith from Ludlow the young Prince be fetcht
Hither to London, to be crown'd our King. [ham?
Riv. Why with some little train, my Lord of Bucking
Buck. Marry, my Lord, left by a multitude
The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out;
Which would be so much the more dangerous,
By how much the estate is yet ungovern'd,
Where every horse bears his commanding rein,
And may direct his course as please himlelf:
As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent,
In my opinion ought to be prevented.
Glo. I hope the King made peace with all of us;
And the compact is firm and true in me.
9 Stan.' And so in me, and so I think in all. Yet since it is but green, it should be
To no apparent likelihood of breach,
Which haply by much company might be urg'd;
Therefore I say, with noble Buckingham,
That it is meet : 'but few should fetch the Prince.
Haft. And so say I.
Glo. Then be it fo, and go we to determine
Who they shall be that strait shall post to Ludlow.
Madam, and you my sister, will you go,
To give your censures in this weighty business? (Exeunt,
Manent Buckingham and Gloucester.
Buck. My Lord, whoever journies to the Prince,
For God's fake let not us two stay at home;
For by the way, I'll fort occasion,
As index to the story we late talk'd of,
To part the Queen's proud kindred from the Prince,
Glo. My other self, my counsel's consistory,
My oracle, my prophet! - my dear cousin,
I, as a child, will go by thy direction.
Tow'rd Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind. [Exeunt,
Enter one Citizen at one door, and another at the other. 1 Cit. Good morrow, neighbour, whither away fo
2 Cit. I promise you I hardly know my
felf: Hear you the news abroad?
i Cit. Yes, the King is dead.
2 Cit. Ill news, by’r Lady, seldom comes a better: I fear, I fear, 'twill prove a giddy world.
Enter another Citizen.
3 Cit. Neighbours, God speed!
i Cit. Give you good morrow, Sir.
Cit. Doth the news hold of good King Edward's
2 Cit. Ay, Sir, it is too true, God help the while !
3 Cit. Then, masters, look to see a troublous world.
i Cit. No, no, by God's good grace his son shall reign.
3 Cit: Wo to that land that's govern'd by a child !
2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government :
Which in his non-age, counsel under him,
And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself
No doubt shall then, and 'till then govern well.
i Cit. So stood the state when Henry the Sixth Was crown'd in Paris, but at nine months old.
Cit. Stood the state so? no, no, good friends, God For then this land was famously enrich'd With politick grave counsel; then the King Had virtuous uncles to protect his Grace.
i Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father and mother.
Cit. Better it were they all came by his father ;
Or by his father there were none at all :
For emulation, who shall now be nearest,
Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not.