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 _THE  WORKS_
 OF
 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.


 [Illustration]


 THE WORKS
 OF
 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

 EDITED BY
 WILLIAM GEORGE CLARK, M.A.

 FELLOW AND TUTOR OF TRINITY
 COLLEGE, AND PUBLIC ORATOR IN
 THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE;

 AND WILLIAM ALDIS WRIGHT, M.A.

 LIBRARIAN OF TRINITY COLLEGE,
 CAMBRIDGE.

 _VOLUME V_.

 Cambridge and London:
 MACMILLAN AND CO.

 1864.


 CAMBRIDGE:
 PRINTED BY C. J. CLAY, M.A.
 AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS.




CONTENTS.


 THE Preface. . . .                                  vii

 THE FIRST PART OF KING HENRY VI. . . .                3

 Notes to The First Part of King Henry VI. . . .     103

 THE SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI. . . .             109

 Notes to The Second Part of King Henry VI. . . .    223

 THE THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI. . . .              229

 Notes to The Third Part of King Henry VI. . . .     339

 THE FIRST PART OF THE CONTENTION, &c. . . .         343

 Notes to The First Part of the Contention,
 &c. . . .                                           405

 THE TRUE TRAGEDIE OF RICHARD DUKE
 OF YORKE, AND THE GOOD KING HENRY THE SIXT. . . .   407

 Notes to The True Tragedie of Richard Duke of
 Yorke. . . .                                        469

 KING RICHARD III. . . .                             473

 Notes to King Richard III. . . .                    637




PREFACE.


_The First Part of King Henry the Sixth_ was printed for the first
time, so far as we know, in the Folio of 1623. The same edition
contained also for the first time in their present form, ‘The second
Part of King Henry the Sixt, with the death of the Good Duke Humfrey,’
and ‘The third Part of King Henry the Sixt, with the death of the Duke
of Yorke.’

The play upon which the Second part of Henry the Sixth was founded was
first printed in quarto (Q1), in 1594, with the following title:

 The | First part of the Con- tention betwixt the two famous houses of
 Yorke | and Lancaster, with the death of the good | Duke Humphrey:
 | And the banishment and death of the Duke of | _Suffolke_, and the
 Tragicall end of the proud Cardinall | of _Winchester_, with the
 notable Rebellion | of _Iacke Cade:_ | _And the Duke of Yorkes first
 claime vnto the_ | _Crowne_. | LONDON | Printed by Thomas Creed, for
 Thomas Millington, | and are to be sold at his shop vnder Saint Peters
 | Church in Cornwall. | 1594. |

The only copy known of this edition is in the Bodleian Library (Malone,
Add. 870), and is probably the same which was once in Malone’s
possession, and which he collated with the second Quarto printed in
1600. Mr Halliwell, in the preface to ‘The first sketches of the
second and third parts of King Henry the Sixth,’ edited by him for the
Shakespeare Society, is inclined to doubt this, on the ground that
Malone quotes, from the copy in his possession, a reading which does
not exist in that now in the Bodleian. The passage in question is in
Scene IX. line 12, p. 370 of the present volume, ‘Honouring him as
if he were their king:’ on which Mr Halliwell in his note observes,
‘Malone, who has collated his copy of the edition of 1600, “printed by
W. W.,” with a copy of the 1594 edition formerly in his possession,
distinctly writes--

 “_Thinking_ him as if he were their king,”

as the reading of his copy of the first edition. If so, it must have
been a different copy from that now in the Bodleian, from which
the present text is reprinted, and another instance of the curious
variations in different copies of the same editions, which were first
discovered by Steevens (Boswell’s _Malone_, Vol. X. p. 73), and
recently applied to good use by Mr Collier.’ Mr Halliwell has here
inadvertently fallen into error. Malone’s collation is made in a copy
of the edition of 1600, in which the line stands thus:

 ‘Honouring him as if he were _a king_.’

At the foot of the page he wrote ‘their king,’ which is the reading
of the edition of 1594 for the two last words, but which Mr Halliwell
misread ‘thinking’ and regarded as a various reading for ‘Honouring.’
It is still possible, therefore, that Malone’s copy and that at present
in the Bodleian may be identical.

The second edition (Q2) of the First Part of the Contention appeared
in quarto in 1600, with the following title:

 The | First part of the Con-|tention betwixt the two famous hou-|_ses
 of Yorke and Lancaster, with the_ | death of the good Duke | Humphrey:
 | And the banishment and death of the Duke of | Suffolke, and the
 Tragical end of the prowd Cardinall | _of Winchester, with the notable
 Rebellion of_ | _Iacke Cade_: | _And the Duke of Yorkes first clayme
 to the_ | _Crowne_. | LONDON | Printed by Valentine Simmes for Thomas
 Millington, and | are to be sold at his shop vnder S. Peters church |
 in Cornewall. | 1600. |

Copies with this title are in the Library of the Duke of Devonshire,
and in the Bodleian (Malone, 867). An imperfect copy, wanting the last
seven leaves, is in the Capell collection. Another impression bearing
the same date, ‘Printed by W. W. for Thomas Millington,’ is said to
exist, but we have been unable to find it. The MS. title quoted by Mr
Halliwell from a copy in the Bodleian (Malone, 36) is prefixed to what
appears to us unquestionably the same edition as the above. The minute
correspondence of misplaced and defective letters between this copy and
Capell’s, with which, as well as with the other copy in the Bodleian,
we have compared it, proves beyond question that all three must have
been printed from the same form, and that the MS. title inserted in
Malone’s copy is out of place. So far therefore from Capell’s imperfect
copy of this edition being unique, as Mr Halliwell states, there are
at least two other perfect copies in existence, besides one which only
wants the title-page. In Lowndes’s _Bibliographer’s Manual_ (ed. Bohn,
p. 2281), another is said to be in the possession of Mr Tite. The late
Mr George Daniel is stated, on the same authority, to have had the
editions printed by Valentine Simmes and by W. W. in one volume, but
they were not sold at his sale, and we have been unable to trace them.

In 1619, a third edition (Q3) without date, printed by Isaac Jaggard,
and including also ‘The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York,’ appeared
with the following title:

 The | Whole Contention | betweene the two Famous Houses, LANCASTER
 and | YORKE. | _With the Tragicall ends of the good Duke_ | Humfrey,
 Richard Duke of Yorke, | _and King Henrie the_ | _sixt_. | Diuided
 into two Parts: And newly corrected and | enlarged. Written by
 _William Shake-_|_speare_, Gent. | Printed at LONDON, for T. P. |

On the title-page of his copy of this edition, Capell has added in MS.
the date ‘1619.--at the same time with the Pericles that follows;
as appears by the continuation of the signatures.’ The signatures of
‘The whole Contention’ are from A to Q in fours, while in _Pericles_,
‘Printed for T. P. 1619,’ the first page has signature R, which shows
that the two must have formed part of the same volume.

‘The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York,’ which formed the
ground-work of The Third part of King Henry the Sixth, was first
printed in small 8vo. in 1595, with the following title:

 The | true Tragedie of Richard | _Duke of Yorke, and the death of_ |
 good King Henrie the Sixt, | _With the whole contention betweene_ |
 the two Houses Lancaster | and Yorke, as it was sundrie times | acted
 by the Right Honoura-|ble the Earle of Pem-|brooke his seruants. |
 Printed at London by P. S. for Thomas Milling-|_ton, and are to be
 sold at his shoppe vnder_ | _Saint Peters Church in_ | _Cornwal_,
 1595. |

A unique copy of this edition is in the Bodleian Library (Malone, 876).
Although printed in 8vo. we have quoted it as Q1, in order to avoid
introducing a new notation.

The second edition (Q2) was printed in 1600, with the following title:

 The | True Tragedie of | Richarde Duke of | Yorke, and the death of
 good | King Henrie the sixt: | With the whole contention betweene the
 two | Houses, Lancaster and Yorke; as it was | sundry times acted by
 the Right | Honourable the Earle | of Pembrooke his | seruantes. |
 Printed at London by _W. W._ for _Thomas Millington_, | and are to be
 sold at his shoppe vnder Saint | Peters Church in Cornewall. | 1600. |

Copies of this edition are in the Duke of Devonshire’s Library, the
Bodleian (Malone, 36), and the British Museum. In Malone’s Shakespeare
(ed. 1790, Vol. I. Pt. I. p. 235), among the ‘Dramatick Pieces on which
plays were formed by Shakespeare,’ an edition of The True Tragedy is
mentioned, bearing date ‘1600, V. S. for Thomas Millington,’ but in
a note to the ‘Third Part of King Henry VI.’ (Vol. VI. p. 261) he
confesses, ‘I have never seen the quarto copy of the _Second_ part of
The whole Contention, &c. printed by _Valentine Simmes_ for Thomas
Millington, 1600;’ and it is extremely doubtful whether such a one
exists. A copy of The True Tragedy, and not, as stated in Bohn’s
Lowndes, of The First Part of the Contention, printed by W. W. 1600,
was sold at Rhodes’s sale in 1825 (No. 2113). The only authority
therefore for the existence of an edition of The First Part of the
Contention, printed by W. W. in 1600, is the MS. title-page of Malone’s
copy in the Bodleian Library. Capell merely quotes it on the authority
of Pope, and all that Pope says in the Table at the end of his first
edition, after giving the title of The Whole Contention printed in
1619, is, ‘Since Printed under the same Title by _W. W._ for _Tho.
Millington_, with the true Tragedy of _Richard_ D. of _York_, and the
Death of good King _Henry_ the 6th, acted by the Earl of Pembroke his
servants 1600.’ This clearly refers to the second Quarto of The True
Tragedy, not to that of The First Part of the Contention, and appears
to us to be the origin of the error†.

 ──────────
 † This view is further confirmed by a manuscript note at the back
 of the title-page of Steevens’s copy of The True Tragedy, ed. 1600,
 now in the British Museum. It shews that Pope is the only authority
 for the statement, and is as follows: ‘This is only the _third_ part
 of K. Henry VI. The _second_ part, according to Pope, was likewise
 printed in 1600, by W. W. for Thos. Millington. MALONE.’

The third edition (Q3) of The True Tragedy formed the second part of
The Whole Contention described above. It has no separate title-page,
but merely the heading:

 The Second Part. | Containing the Tragedie of | Richard Duke of Yorke,
 and the | _good King Henrie the_ | Sixt. |

We have reprinted the text of The First Part of the Contention and
of The True Tragedy from the first edition of each, giving in notes
at the foot of the page the various readings of the second and third
editions. For this purpose we collated Mr Halliwell’s reprint for the
Shakespeare Society with the originals in the Bodleian Library. The
accuracy of Mr Halliwell’s work materially facilitated our labours,
and we can only hope that the errors of our own reprint may be as
few and as unimportant as those we have discovered in his. For the
readings of the second Quartos of The First Part of the Contention and
The True Tragedy we collated the copies in the Bodleian and the Duke
of Devonshire’s Library, using also for the former the imperfect copy
in the Capell collection. The readings of The Whole Contention (Q3)
have been given from Capell’s copy verified by reference to that in the
Devonshire Library.

With regard to the authorship of The First Part of the Contention and
The True Tragedy, while we cannot agree with Malone on the one hand
that they contain nothing of Shakespeare’s, nor with Mr Knight on the
other that they are entirely his work, there are so many internal
proofs of his having had a considerable share in their composition,
that, in accordance with our principle, we have reprinted them in a
smaller type.

The first edition of KING RICHARD is a Quarto printed in 1597, with the
following title-page:

 The Tragedy of | King Richard the third. | Containing, | His
 treacherous Plots against his brother Clarence: | the pittiefull
 murther of his innocent nephewes: | his tyrannicall vsurpation: with
 the whole course | of his detested life, and most deserued death.
 | As it hath beene lately Acted by the | Right honourable the Lord
 Chamber-|laine his seruants. | AT LONDON | Printed by Valentine Sims,
 for Andrew Wise, | dwelling in Paules Church-yard, at the | Sign of
 the Angell. | 1597. |

This edition is referred to, in our notes, as Q1.

We have collated a complete copy belonging to the Duke of Devonshire
and also an imperfect copy formerly belonging to Malone and now in
the Bodleian. Malone had supplied the missing leaves by the insertion
of some from the second Quarto†. There is no copy in the Capell
collection.

 ──────────
 † He says in a MS. note: ‘This copy of the original edition of King
 Richard III. was imperfect, when I purchased it, wanting signat.
 C 1 and 2, D 4, L 4, and M 1, 2, and 3. These seven leaves I have
 supplied from a later copy (that of 1598), and have collated with
 the edition of 1597. The variations are set down in the margin.’ He
 adds: ‘Mr Penn Ashton Curzon and Mr Kemble are possessed of copies
 of this original edition of this play: I know of no other, except
 that in this volume.’ Mr Kemble’s copy is now in the Devonshire
 Library, and Mr Curzon’s is probably the same which was sold at
 Mr Daniel’s sale and is now in the possession of Mr Huth. Besides
 the leaves of Malone’s copy which are missing, signatures C 3 and
 C 4 are imperfect, the upper half of each being supplied from the
 edition of 1598.

The second edition, also in Quarto, which we call Q2, was published
in the following year, with the name of the author. It is in other
respects a reprint of the first. The title-page is as follows:

 THE | TRAGEDIE | of King Richard | the third. | Conteining his
 treacherous Plots against his | brother _Clarence_: the pitiful
 murther of his innocent | Nephewes: his tyrannicall vsurpation: with
 | the whole course of his detested life, and most | _deserued death_.
 | _As it hath beene lately Acted by the Right honourable_| _the Lord
 Chamberlaine his seruants_. | _By_ William Shakespeare.| LONDON |
 Printed by Thomas Creede, for Andrew Wise, | dwelling in Paules
 Church-yard, at the signe | of the Angell. 1598. |

The third Quarto, our Q3, has the following title-page:

 THE | TRAGEDIE | of King Richard | the third. | _Conteining his
 treacherous Plots against his brother_ | _Clarence_: the pittifull
 murther of his innocent Ne-|phewes: his tyrannicall vsurpation: with
 the | whole course of his detested life, and | most deserued death.
 | _As it hath bene lately Acted by the Right Honourable_ | _the
 Lord Chamberlaine his seruants_. | Newly augmented,| By _William
 Shakespeare_. | LONDON | Printed by Thomas Creede, for Andrew Wise,
 dwelling | in Paules Churchyard, at the signe of the | Angell. 1602.|

Notwithstanding the words ‘newly augmented,’ this edition contains
nothing that is not found in the second Quarto, from which it is
reprinted, except some additional errors of the press.

The fourth Quarto, our Q4, was printed from the third, by the same
printer for a different bookseller, as appears by the title-page:

 THE | TRAGEDIE | of King Richard | the third. | _Conteining his
 treacherous Plots against his brother | Clarence_: the pittifull
 murther of his innocent Ne-|phewes: his tyrannicall vsurpation:
 with the | whole course of his detested life, and | most deserued
 death. | _As it hath bin lately Acted by the Right Honourable | the
 Lord Chamberlaine his seruants_. | Newly augmented, | By _William
 Shake-speare_. | LONDON, | Printed by Thomas Creede, and are to be
 sold by _Mathew | Lawe_, dwelling in Paules Church-yard, at the Signe
 | of the Foxe, neare S. Austins gate, 1605. |

There is no copy of Q4 in the Capell collection. We have collated one
in the Bodleian which formerly belonged to Malone. It is numbered 880.

The fifth Quarto, Q5, was printed in 1612, not from its immediate
predecessor, but from the Quarto of 1602, although it was printed by
the same printer and for the same bookseller as that of 1605. The
title-page of Q5 is as follows:

 THE | TRAGEDIE | of King Richard | the third. | _Containing his
 treacherous Plots against his brother | Clarence_: the pittifull
 murther of his innocent Ne-phewes: his tyrannicall vsurpation: with
 the | whole course of his detested life, and | most deserued death. |
 _As it hath beene lately Acted by the Kings Maiesties | seruants_. |
 Newly augmented, | By _William Shake-speare_. | LONDON, | Printed by
 Thomas Creede, and are to be sold by Mathew | Lawe, dwelling in Pauls
 Church-yard, at the Signe | of the Foxe, neare S. Austins gate, 1612. |

The edition of 1622 is so rare that its very existence has been called
in question†. There is however a copy in the Capell collection, of
which the title-page is as follows:

 ──────────
 † ‘An impression of 1622 is mentioned in some lists, but the
 existence of a copy of that date is more than doubtful.’ Collier,
 Ed. 2, Vol. iv. p. 217.

 THE | TRAGEDIE | _OF_ | KING | RICHARD | _THE THIRD_. | Contayning his
 treacherous Plots against | _his brother_ Clarence: _The pittifull
 murder of his innocent_ | Nephewes: his tyrannicall Vsurpation: with
 the whole | course of his detested life, and most | _deserued death_.
 | As it hath been lately Acted by the Kings Maiesties | _Seruants_.
 | Newly augmented. By _William Shake-speare_. | LONDON, | Printed by
 _Thomas Purfoot_, and are to be sold by _Mathew Law_, dwelling | in
 _Pauls_ Church-yard, at the Signe of the _Foxe_, neere | _S. Austines_
 gate, 1622.

This edition we call Q6. It is printed from Q5.

Another edition in Quarto was printed in 1629, not from the first
Folio, but from the sixth Quarto. It was printed by Iohn Norton for
Matthew Law. Except in the name of the printer and the substitution of
the word ‘tiranous’ for ‘tyrannicall’ the title-page does not differ
from that of Q6. We call it Q7.

The eighth and last Quarto, our Q8, copied from the seventh, was
printed by Iohn Norton in 1634. There is no bookseller’s name on the
title-page, if we may trust that which Capell has supplied in MS. ‘from
a copy in the possession of Messrs Tonsons and Draper.’

       *       *       *       *       *

In quoting the readings of the Quartos and Folios, we have, in all
cases where the spelling is unimportant, given that of the earliest
copy.

       *       *       *       *       *

In 1766 Steevens published a reprint of the Quarto of 1612,
‘collated’--to use his own words--‘with the following editions.’

1598. _Thomas Creede_, for _Andrew Wise_.

1602. Ditto.

1624. _Thomas Purfoot, Thomas Purfoot_, &c.

1629. _John Norton_, &c.

1634. _John Norton_, &c. and another imperfect Copy, differing from the
rest, but without a Title Page.

The date 1624 is probably a mistake for 1622. At the foot of each page
he gives various readings, but without specifying the editions to which
they respectively belong. Several of these are not found in any of the
Quartos with which we are acquainted. We have therefore recorded them
as ‘quoted in Steevens’s reprint.’ So many of the other readings which
he gives are found only in the first Quarto that we have no doubt that
the imperfect copy which he mentions was of that edition.

We have made, and, as we believe, for the first time, a complete
collation of all the extant Quartos. Those of 1597 and 1605 were
unknown to Capell when he collated the other six.

The respective origin and authority of the first Quarto and first Folio
texts of _Richard III_. is perhaps the most difficult question which
presents itself to an editor of Shakespeare. In the case of most of the
plays a brief survey leads him to form a definite judgement; in this,
the most attentive examination scarcely enables him to propose with
confidence a hypothetical conclusion.

The Quarto, Q1, contains passages not found in the Folio, F1, which
are essential to the understanding of the context: the Folio, on the
other hand, contains passages equally essential, which are not found in
the Quarto.

Again, passages which in the Quarto are complete and consecutive, are
amplified in the Folio, the expanded text being quite in the manner
of Shakespeare. The Folio, too, contains passages not in the Quartos,
which though not necessary to the sense yet harmonize so well, in
sense and tone, with the context that we can have no hesitation in
attributing them to the author himself.

On the other hand, we find in the Folio some insertions and many
alterations which we may with equal certainty affirm not to be due
to Shakespeare. Sometimes the alterations seem merely arbitrary,
but more frequently they appear to have been made in order to avoid
the recurrence of the same word, even where the recurrence adds to
the force of the passage, or to correct a supposed defect of metre,
although the metre cannot be amended except by spoiling the sense.

Occasionally we seem to find indications that certain turns of phrase,
uses of words or metrical licences, familiar enough to Shakespeare and
his earlier contemporaries, had become obsolete in the time of the
corrector, and the passages modified accordingly. In short, _Richard
III._ seems even before the publication of the Folio to have been
tampered with by a nameless transcriber who worked in the spirit,
though not with the audacity, of Colley Cibber.

The following scheme will best explain the theory which we submit as a
not impossible way of accounting for the phenomena of the text:

 A1     A2
  │       │
  │       │
  │       │
 B1     B2
  │       │
  │       │
  │       │
 Q1     F1

A1 is the Author’s original MS.

B1 is a transcript by another hand with some accidental omissions
and, of course, slips of the pen. From this transcript was printed the
Quarto of 1597, Q1.

A2 is the Author’s original MS. revised by himself, with corrections
and additions, interlinear, marginal, and on inserted leaves.

B2 is a copy of this revised MS., made by another hand, probably after
the death of the Author and perhaps a very short time before 1623. As
the stage directions of the Folio, which was printed from B2, are more
precise and ample as a rule than those of the Quarto, we may infer that
the transcript, B2, was made for the library of the theatre, perhaps
to take the place of the original which had become worn by use, for
_Richard III._ continued to be a popular acting play. Some curious,
though not frequent, coincidences between the text of the Folio and
that of the Quarto of 1602, Q3, lead us to suppose that the writer of
B2 had occasionally recourse to that Quarto to supplement passages
which, by its being frayed or stained, had become illegible in A2.

Assuming the truth of this hypothesis, the object of an Editor must
be to give in the text as near an approximation as possible to A,
rejecting from F1 all that is due to the unknown writer of B2 and
supplying its place from Q1, which, errors of pen and press apart,
certainly came from the hand of Shakespeare. In the construction of our
text we have steadily borne this principle in mind, only deviating from
it in a few instances where we have retained the expanded version of
the Folio in preference to the briefer version of the Quarto, even when
we incline to think that the earlier form is more terse and therefore
not likely to have been altered by its Author. Our reason is this: as
the Folio version contains substantially that of the Quarto and as the
question does not admit of a positive decision we prefer the risk of
putting in something which Shakespeare did not to that of leaving out
something which he did write. Cæteris paribus, we have adopted the
reading of the Quarto.

In conclusion we commend a study of the text of _Richard III._ to
those, if such there be, who imagine that it is possible by the
exercise of critical skill to restore with certainty what Shakespeare
actually wrote.

We have great pleasure in repeating our thanks to the curators of the
British Museum and of the Bodleian Library and in adding to the number
of those who have laid us under obligation the names of the Rev. Joseph
Power, Fellow of Clare College, Mr Huth, and Mr Lilly.

It is only right to add that it is the constant kindness of the Duke
of Devonshire which enables us to publish this volume without further
delay and with such an approach to completeness as it may be found to
possess.

 W. G. C.
 W. A. W.




ADDENDA AND CORRIGENDA.


_First Part of Henry VI._

 I. 1. 43. For _Except it to be_ read _Except it be_.

_Second Part of Henry VI_.

 I. 3. 115. Add note, _his_] _this_ F4.

 I. 3. 144. Add note, _master_] _masters_ Halliwell conj.

 I. 3. 146. Add note, _I will_] _I’ll_ Pope.

 II. 1. 130. Add note, _and_] om. Hanmer.

 III. 1. 222. Add to stage direction, _Somerset remains apart_.

 IV. 2. 176. For _tis_ read _’tis_.

_Third Part of Henry VI_.

 V. 4. 36. Dele _the_.

_Richard III_.

 I. 4. 167. Add note, _To, to, to--_] _To, to, to, to--_ Capell conj.




THE FIRST PART OF KING HENRY THE SIXTH.


DRAMATIS PERSONÆ†.

 KING HENRY the Sixth.
 DUKE OF GLOUCESTER, uncle to the King, and Protector.
 DUKE OF BEDFORD, uncle to the King, and Regent of
     France.
 THOMAS BEAUFORT, Duke of Exeter, great-uncle to the
     King.
 HENRY BEAUFORT, great-uncle to the King, Bishop of
     Winchester, and afterwards Cardinal.
 JOHN BEAUFORT, Earl, afterwards Duke, of Somerset.
 RICHARD PLANTAGENET, son of Richard late Earl of
     Cambridge, afterwards Duke of York.
 EARL OF WARWICK.
 EARL OF SALISBURY.
 EARL OF SUFFOLK.
 LORD TALBOT, afterwards Earl of Shrewsbury.
 JOHN TALBOT, his son.
 EDMUND MORTIMER, Earl of March.
 SIR JOHN FASTOLFE.
 SIR WILLIAM LUCY.
 SIR WILLIAM GLANSDALE.
 SIR THOMAS GARGRAVE.
 Mayor of London.
 WOODVILE, Lieutenant of the Tower.
 VERNON, of the White-rose or York Faction.
 BASSET, of the Red-Rose or Lancaster faction.
 A Lawyer. Mortimer’s Keepers.
 CHARLES, Dauphin, and afterwards King, of France.
 REIGNIER, Duke of Anjou, and titular King of Naples.
 DUKE OF BURGUNDY.
 DUKE OF ALENÇON.
 BASTARD OF ORLEANS.
 Governor of Paris.
 Master-Gunner of Orleans, and his Son.
 General of the French forces in Bourdeaux.
 A French Sergeant. A Porter.
 An old Shepherd, father to Joan la Pucelle.
 MARGARET, daughter to Reignier, afterwards married to
     King Henry.
 COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE.
 JOAN LA PUCELLE, commonly called Joan of Arc.

Lords, Warders of the Tower, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers,
and Attendants.

Fiends appearing to La Pucelle.

SCENE: Partly in England, and partly in France.

 ──────────
 † First given, imperfectly, by Rowe. See note (I).


THE FIRST PART OF KING HENRY VI.

ACT I.


SCENE I. _Westminster Abbey_.

_Dead March. Enter the Funeral of_ KING HENRY the Fifth, _attended
on by the_ DUKE of BEDFORD, _Regent of France; the_ DUKE of
GLOUCESTER, _Protector; the_ DUKE of EXETER, _the_ EARL of
WARWICK, _the_ BISHOP of WINCHESTER, Heralds, _&c._

 _Bed._ Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!   [aaa001]
 Comets, importing change of times and states,
 Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky,   [aaa003]
 And with them scourge the bad revolting stars
 That have consented unto Henry’s death!   [aaa005]
 King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!   [aaa006]
 England ne’er lost a king of so much worth.

 _Glou_. England ne’er had a king until his time.
 Virtue he had, deserving to command:
 His brandish’d sword did blind men with his beams:   [aaa010]
 His arms spread wider than a dragon’s wings;
 His sparkling eyes, replete with wrathful fire,   [aaa012]
 More dazzled and drove back his enemies
 Than mid-day sun fierce bent against their faces.
 What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech:   ·aaa015·
 He ne’er lift up his hand but conquered.   [aaa016]

 _Exe._ We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood?
 Henry is dead and never shall revive:
 Upon a wooden coffin we attend,
 And death’s dishonourable victory   ·aaa020·
 We with our stately presence glorify,
 Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
 What! shall we curse the planets of mishap
 That plotted thus our glory’s overthrow?
 Or shall we think the subtle-witted French   ·aaa025·
 Conjurers and sorcerers, that afraid of him
 By magic verses have contrived his end?   [aaa027]

 _Win._ He was a king bless’d of the King of kings.
 Unto the French the dreadful judgement-day
 So dreadful will not be as was his sight.   ·aaa030·
 The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought:
 The church’s prayers made him so prosperous.   [aaa032]

 _Glou._ The church! where is it? Had not churchmen pray’d,   [aaa033]
 His thread of life had not so soon decay’d:
 None do you like but an effeminate prince,   ·aaa035·
 Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.

 _Win._ Gloucester, whate’er we like, thou art Protector
 And lookest to command the prince and realm.
 Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe,
 More than God or religious churchmen may.   ·aaa040·

 _Glou._ Name not religion, for thou lovest the flesh,
 And ne’er throughout the year to church thou go’st
 Except it be to pray against thy foes.

 _Bed._ Cease, cease these jars and rest your minds in peace:
 Let’s to the altar: heralds, wait on us:   ·aaa045·
 Instead of gold, we’ll offer up our arms;
 Since arms avail not now that Henry’s dead.
 Posterity, await for wretched years,
 When at their mothers’ moist eyes babes shall suck,   [aaa049]
 Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears,   [aaa050]
 And none but women left to wail the dead.
 Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate:
 Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils,
 Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!
 A far more glorious star thy soul will make   ·aaa055·
 Than Julius Cæsar or bright ——   [aaa056]

    _Enter a_ Messenger.

 _Mess._ My honourable lords, health to you all!   [aaa057]
 Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
 Of loss, of slaughter and discomfiture:
 Guienne, Champagne, Rheims, Orleans,   [aaa060]
 Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.

 _Bed._ What say’st thou, man, before dead Henry’s corse?   [aaa062]
 Speak softly; or the loss of those great towns
 Will make him burst his lead and rise from death.

 _Glou._ Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up?   [aaa065]
 If Henry were recall’d to life again,
 These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.

 _Exe._ How were they lost? what treachery was used?

 _Mess._ No treachery; but want of men and money.
 Amongst the soldiers this is muttered,   ·aaa070·
 That here you maintain several factions,
 And whilst a field should be dispatch’d and fought,
 You are disputing of your generals:
 One would have lingering wars with little cost;
 Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;   ·aaa075·
 A third thinks, without expense at all,   [aaa076]
 By guileful fair words peace may be obtain’d.
 Awake, awake, English nobility!   [aaa078]
 Let not sloth dim your honours new-begot:
 Cropp’d are the flower-de-luces in your arms;   [aaa080]
 Of England’s coat one half is cut away.

 _Exe._ Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
 These tidings would call forth their flowing tides.   [aaa083]

 _Bed._ Me they concern; Regent I am of France.
 Give me my steeled coat. I’ll fight for France.   [aaa085]
 Away with these disgraceful wailing robes!
 Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes,   [aaa087]
 To weep their intermissive miseries.

    _Enter to them another_ Messenger.

 _Mess._ Lords, view these letters full of bad mischance.   [aaa089]
 France is revolted from the English quite,   ·aaa090·
 Except some petty towns of no import:
 The Dauphin Charles is crowned king in Rheims;
 The Bastard of Orleans with him is join’d;   [aaa093]
 Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part;   [aaa094]
 The Duke of Alençon flieth to his side.   [aaa095]

 _Exe._ The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him!   [aaa096]
 O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?

 _Glou._ We will not fly, but to our enemies’ throats.
 Bedford, if thou be slack, I’ll fight it out.

 _Bed._ Gloucester, why doubt’st thou of my forwardness?   ·aaa100·
 An army have I muster’d in my thoughts,
 Wherewith already France is overrun.

    _Enter another_ Messenger.

 _Mess._ My gracious lords, to add to your laments,   [aaa103]
 Wherewith you now bedew King Henry’s hearse,
 I must inform you of a dismal fight   ·aaa105·
 Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.

 _Win._ What! wherein Talbot overcame? is’t so?

 _Mess._ O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o’erthrown:   [aaa108]
 The circumstance I’ll tell you more at large.
 The tenth of August last this dreadful lord,   ·aaa110·
 Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
 Having full scarce six thousand in his troop,   [aaa112]
 By three and twenty thousand of the French
 Was round encompassed and set upon.
 No leisure had he to enrank his men;   ·aaa115·
 He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
 Instead whereof sharp stakes pluck’d out of hedges
 They pitched in the ground confusedly,
 To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.
 More than three hours the fight continued;   ·aaa120·
 Where valiant Talbot above human thought
 Enacted wonders with his sword and lance:
 Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;
 Here, there, and every where, enraged he flew:   [aaa124]
 The French exclaim’d, the devil was in arms;   ·aaa125·
 All the whole army stood agazed on him:   [aaa126]
 His soldiers spying his undaunted spirit
 A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain   [aaa128]
 And rush’d into the bowels of the battle.
 Here had the conquest fully been seal’d up,   ·aaa130·
 If Sir John Fastolfe had not play’d the coward:   [aaa131]
 He, being in the vaward, placed behind   [aaa132]
 With purpose to relieve and follow them,
 Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
 Hence grew the general wreck and massacre;   ·aaa135·
 Enclosed were they with their enemies:
 A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin’s grace,   [aaa137]
 Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back,
 Whom all France with their chief assembled strength   [aaa139]
 Durst not presume to look once in the face.   ·aaa140·

 _Bed._ Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself,   [aaa141]
 For living idly here in pomp and ease,
 Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
 Unto his dastard foemen is betray’d.

 _Mess._ O no, he lives; but is took prisoner,   ·aaa145·
 And Lord Scales with him and Lord Hungerford:
 Most of the rest slaughter’d or took likewise.

 _Bed._ His ransom there is none but I shall pay:
 I’ll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne:
 His crown shall be the ransom of my friend;   ·aaa150·
 Four of their lords I’ll change for one of ours.
 Farewell, my masters; to my task will I;
 Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
 To keep our great Saint George’s feast withal:
 Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,   ·aaa155·
 Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.   [aaa156]

 _Mess._ So you had need; for Orleans is besieged;   [aaa157]
 The English army is grown weak and faint:
 The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply,
 And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,   ·aaa160·
 Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.

 _Exe._ Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn,   [aaa162]
 Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,
 Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.

 _Bed._ I do remember it; and here take my leave,   [aaa165]
 To go about my preparation.         [_Exit_.   [aaa166]

 _Glou._ I’ll to the Tower with all the haste I can,
 To view the artillery and munition;   [aaa168]
 And then I will proclaim young Henry king.  [_Exit_.   [aaa169]

 _Exe._ To Eltham will I, where the young king is,   ·aaa170·
 Being ordain’d his special governor,
 And for his safety there I’ll best devise.      [_Exit_.

 _Win._ Each hath his place and function to attend:
 I am left out; for me nothing remains.
 But long I will not be Jack out of office:   [aaa175]
 The king from Eltham I intend to steal   [aaa176]
 And sit at chiefest stern of public weal. [_Exeunt_.   [aaa177]


SCENE II. _France. Before Orleans_.

_Sound a Flourish. Enter_ CHARLES, ALENÇON, _and_ REIGNIER,
_marching with Drum and Soldiers_.

 _Char._ Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens   [aab001]
 So in the earth, to this day is not known:
 Late did he shine upon the English side;
 Now we are victors; upon us he smiles.
 What towns of any moment but we have?   ·aab005·
 At pleasure here we lie near Orleans;
 Otherwhiles the famish’d English, like pale ghosts,   [aab007]
 Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.

 _Alen._ They want their porridge and their fat bull-beeves:
 Either they must be dieted like mules   ·aab010·
 And have their provender tied to their mouths   [aab011]
 Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.

 _Reig._ Let’s raise the siege: why live we idly here?   [aab013]
 Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear:
 Remaineth none but mad-brain’d Salisbury;   ·aab015·
 And he may well in fretting spend his gall,
 Nor men nor money hath he to make war.

 _Char._ Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them.
 Now for the honour of the forlorn French!   [aab019]
 Him I forgive my death that killeth me   ·aab020·
 When he sees me go back one foot or fly.  [_Exeunt_.   [aab021]

    _Here Alarum; they are beaten back by the English with great loss.
    Re-enter_ CHARLES, ALENÇON, _and_ REIGNIER.

 _Char._ Who ever saw the like? what men have I!
 Dogs! cowards! dastards! I would ne’er have fled,
 But that they left me ’midst my enemies.

 _Reig._ Salisbury is a desperate homicide;   ·aab025·
 He fighteth as one weary of his life.
 The other lords, like lions wanting food,   [aab027]
 Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.   [aab028]

 _Alen._ Froissart, a countryman of ours, records,   [aab029]
 England all Olivers and Rowlands bred   [aab030]
 During the time Edward the Third did reign.
 More truly now may this be verified;
 For none but Samsons and Goliases   [aab033]
 It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!
 Lean raw-boned rascals! who would e’er suppose   ·aab035·
 They had such courage and audacity?

 _Char._ Let’s leave this town; for they are hare-brain’d
               slaves,   [aab037]
 And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:   [aab038]
 Of old I know them; rather with their teeth
 The walls they’ll tear down than forsake the siege.   ·aab040·

 _Reig._ I think, by some odd gimmors or device   [aab041]
 Their arms are set like clocks, still to strike on;
 Else ne’er could they hold out so as they do.
 By my consent, we’ll even let them alone.

 _Alen._ Be it so.   ·aab045·

    _Enter the_ BASTARD of Orleans.

 _Bast._ Where’s the Prince Dauphin? I have news for him.

 _Char._ Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.

 _Bast._ Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer appall’d:
 Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence?
 Be not dismay’d, for succour is at hand:   ·aab050·
 A holy maid hither with me I bring,
 Which by a vision sent to her from heaven
 Ordained is to raise this tedious siege
 And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
 The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,   ·aab055·
 Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome:
 What’s past and what’s to come she can descry.
 Speak, shall I call her in? Believe my words,   [aab058]
 For they are certain and unfallible.   [aab059]

 _Char._ Go, call her in. [_Exit Bastard._]  But first, to try her
               skill,   [aab060]
 Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place:
 Question her proudly; let thy looks be stern:
 By this means shall we sound what skill she hath.   [aab063]

    _Re-enter the_ BASTARD of Orleans, _with_ JOAN LA PUCELLE.

 _Reig._ Fair maid, is’t thou wilt do these wondrous feats?   [aab064]

 _Puc._ Reignier, is’t thou that thinkest to beguile me?   ·aab065·
 Where is the Dauphin? Come, come from behind;
 I know thee well, though never seen before.
 Be not amazed, there’s nothing hid from me:
 In private will I talk with thee apart.
 Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile.   ·aab070·

 _Reig._ She takes upon her bravely at first dash.

 _Puc._  Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd’s daughter,
 My wit untrain’d in any kind of art.
 Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleased   [aab074]
 To shine on my contemptible estate:   ·aab075·
 Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,
 And to sun’s parching heat display’d my cheeks,
 God’s mother deigned to appear to me
 And in a vision full of majesty
 Will’d me to leave my base vocation   ·aab080·
 And free my country from calamity:
 Her aid she promised and assured success:
 In complete glory she reveal’d herself;
 And, whereas I was black and swart before,
 With those clear rays which she infused on me   ·aab085·
 That beauty am I bless’d with which you see.   [aab086]
 Ask me what question thou canst possible,
 And I will answer unpremeditated:
 My courage try by combat, if thou darest,
 And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.   [aab090]
 Resolve on this, thou shalt be fortunate,
 If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.

 _Char._ Thou hast astonish’d me with thy high terms:
 Only this proof I’ll of thy valour make,
 In single combat thou shalt buckle with me,   ·aab095·
 And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;
 Otherwise I renounce all confidence.   [aab097]

 _Puc._ I am prepared: here is my keen-edged sword,
 Deck’d with five flower-de-luces on each side;   [aab099]
 The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine’s churchyard,   [aab100]
 Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.   [aab101]

 _Char._ Then come, o’ God’s name; I fear no woman.   [aab102]

 _Puc._ And while I live, I’ll ne’er fly from a man.   [aab103]
               [_Here they fight, and Joan La Pucelle overcomes._

 _Char._ Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Amazon,
 And fightest with the sword of Deborah.   ·aab105·

 _Puc._ Christ’s mother helps me, else I were too weak.

 _Char._ Whoe’er helps thee, ’tis thou that must help me:
 Impatiently I burn with thy desire;
 My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued.
 Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,   ·aab110·
 Let me thy servant and not sovereign be:
 ’Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.   [aab112]

 _Puc._  I must not yield to any rites of love,   [aab113]
 For my profession’s sacred from above:
 When I have chased all thy foes from hence,   ·aab115·
 Then will I think upon a recompense.

 _Char._ Meantime look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.

 _Reig._ My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.

 _Alen._ Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock;
 Else ne’er could he so long protract his speech.   ·aab120·

 _Reig._ Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean?

 _Alen._ He may mean more than we poor men do know:
 These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.

 _Reig._ My lord, where are you? what devise you on?
 Shall we give over Orleans, or no?   [aab125]

 _Puc._ Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants!
 Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard.   [aab127]

 _Char._ What she says I’ll confirm: we’ll fight it out.

 _Puc._ Assign’d am I to be the English scourge.   [aab129]
 This night the siege assuredly I’ll raise:   ·aab130·
 Expect Saint Martin’s summer, halcyon days,   [aab131]
 Since I have entered into these wars.   [aab132]
 Glory is like a circle in the water,
 Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
 Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.   ·aab135·
 With Henry’s death the English circle ends;
 Dispersed are the glories it included.
 Now am I like that proud insulting ship   [aab138]
 Which Cæsar and his fortune bare at once.   [aab139]

 _Char._ Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?   ·aab140·
 Thou with an eagle art inspired then.
 Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
 Nor yet Saint Philip’s daughters, were like thee.
 Bright star of Venus, fall’n down on the earth,   [aab144]
 How may I reverently worship thee enough?   [aab145]

 _Alen._ Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.

 _Reig._ Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;
 Drive them from Orleans and be immortalized.   [aab148]

 _Char._ Presently we’ll try: come, let’s away about it:   [aab149]
 No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.   [_Exeunt._   [aab150]


SCENE III. _London. Before the Tower_.

_Enter the_ DUKE of GLOUCESTER, _with his_ Serving-men _in blue
coats_.

 _Glou._ I am come to survey the Tower this day:   [aac001]
 Since Henry’s death, I fear, there is conveyance.
 Where be these warders, that they wait not here?
 Open the gates; ’tis Gloucester that calls.   [aac004]

 _First Warder._ [_Within_] Who’s there that knocks so
               imperiously?   [aac005]

 _First Serv._ It is the noble Duke of Gloucester.   [aac006]

 _Second Warder._ [_Within_] Whoe’er he be, you may not be let
               in.   [aac007]

 _First Serv._ Villains, answer you so the lord protector?   [aac008]

 _First Warder._ [_Within_] The Lord protect him! so we answer him:
 We do no otherwise than we are will’d.   ·aac010·

 _Glou._ Who willed you? or whose will stands but mine?   [aac011]
 There’s none protector of the realm but I.
 Break up the gates, I’ll be your warrantize:   [aac013]
 Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?

    [_Gloucester’s men rush at the Tower Gates, and
    Woodvile the Lieutenant speaks within._

 _Woodv._ What noise is this? what traitors have we here?   ·aac015·

 _Glou._ Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear?
 Open the gates; here’s Gloucester that would enter.

 _Woodv._ Have patience, noble duke; I may not open;
 The Cardinal of Winchester forbids:
 From him I have express commandment   [aac020]
 That thou nor none of thine shall be let in.

 _Glou._ Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizest him ’fore me?
 Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate,   [aac023]
 Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne’er could brook?
 Thou art no friend to God or to the king:   ·aac025·
 Open the gates, or I’ll shut thee out shortly.

 _Serving-men._ Open the gates unto the lord protector,   [aac027]
 Or we’ll burst them open, if that you come not quickly.   [aac028]

    _Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates_ WINCHESTER _and his
    men in tawny coats_.

 _Win._ How now, ambitious Humphry! what means this?   [aac029]

 _Glou._ Peel’d priest, dost thou command me to be shut out?   [aac030]

 _Win._ I do, thou most usurping proditor,
 And not protector, of the king or realm.

 _Glou._ Stand back, thou manifest conspirator,
 Thou that contrivedst to murder our dead lord;   [aac034]
 Thou that givest whores indulgences to sin:   [aac035]
 I’ll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal’s hat,
 If thou proceed in this thy insolence.

 _Win._ Nay, stand thou back; I will not budge a foot:
 This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,
 To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.   ·aac040·

 _Glou._ I will not slay thee, but I’ll drive thee back:   [aac041]
 Thy scarlet robes as a child’s bearing-cloth
 I’ll use to carry thee out of this place.

 _Win._ Do what thou darest; I beard thee to thy face.

 _Glou._ What! am I dared and bearded to my face?   ·aac045·
 Draw, men, for all this privileged place;   [aac046]
 Blue coats to tawny coats. Priest, beware your beard;   [aac047]
 I mean to tug it and to cuff you soundly:
 Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal’s hat:   [aac049]
 In spite of pope or dignities of church,   ·aac050·
 Here by the cheeks I’ll drag thee up and down.

 _Win._ Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the pope.   [aac052]

 _Glou._ Winchester goose, I cry, a rope! a rope!
 Now beat them hence; why do you let them stay?
 Thee I’ll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep’s array.   ·aac055·
 Out, tawny coats! out, scarlet hypocrite!   [aac056]

    _Here Gloucester’s men beat out the Cardinal’s men, and enter in
    the hurly-burly the_ Mayor of London _and his_ Officers.

 _May._ Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,
 Thus contumeliously should break the peace!

 _Glou._ Peace, mayor! thou know’st little of my wrongs:   [aac059]
 Here’s Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king,   [aac060]
 Hath here distrain’d the Tower to his use.

 _Win._ Here’s Gloucester, a foe to citizens,   [aac062]
 One that still motions war and never peace,
 O’ercharging your free purses with large fines,
 That seeks to overthrow religion,   ·aac065·
 Because he is protector of the realm,
 And would have armour here out of the Tower,
 To crown himself king and suppress the prince.

 _Glou._ I will not answer thee with words, but blows.
               [_Here they skirmish again._

 _May._ Nought rests for me in this tumultuous strife   ·aac070·
 But to make open proclamation:
 Come, officer; as loud as e’er thou canst:   [aac072]
 Cry.

 _Off._ All manner of men assembled here in arms this day against
 [aac074] God’s peace and the king’s, we charge and command you, in his
 highness’ ·aac075· name, to repair to your several dwelling-places;
 and not to wear, handle, or use any sword, weapon, or dagger,
 henceforward, upon pain of death.

 _Glou._ Cardinal, I’ll be no breaker of the law:
 But we shall meet, and break our minds at large.   [aac080]

 _Win._ Gloucester, we will meet; to thy cost, be sure:   [aac081]
 Thy heart-blood I will have for this day’s work.

 _May._ I’ll call for clubs, if you will not away.
 This cardinal’s more haughty than the devil.   [aac084]

 _Glou._ Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou mayst.   [aac085]

 _Win._ Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head;
 For I intend to have it ere long.   [aac087]
               [_Exeunt, severally, Gloucester and Winchester with
                 their Serving-men._

 _May._ See the coast clear’d, and then we will depart.
 Good God, these nobles should such stomachs bear!   [aac089]
 I myself fight not once in forty year.      [_Exeunt._   ·aac090·


SCENE IV. _Orleans_.

_Enter, on the walls, a_ Master Gunner _and his_ Boy.

 _M. Gun._ Sirrah, thou know’st how Orleans is besieged,   [aad001]
 And how the English have the suburbs won.

 _Boy._ Father, I know; and oft have shot at them,
 Howe’er unfortunate I miss’d my aim.

 _M. Gun._ But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me:   ·aad005·
 Chief master-gunner am I of this town;
 Something I must do to procure me grace.
 The prince’s espials have informed me   [aad008]
 How the English, in the suburbs close intrench’d,   [aad009]
 Wont through a secret grate of iron bars   [aad010]
 In yonder tower to overpeer the city
 And thence discover how with most advantage
 They may vex us with shot or with assault.
 To intercept this inconvenience,
 A piece of ordnance ’gainst it I have placed;   ·aad015·
 And even these three days have I watch’d,   [aad016]
 If I could see them.
 Now do thou watch, for I can stay no longer.   [aad018]
 If thou spy’st any, run and bring me word;
 And thou shalt find me at the governor’s.      [_Exit._   ·aad020·

 _Boy._ Father, I warrant you; take you no care;
 I’ll never trouble you, if I may spy them.     [_Exit._   [aad022]

    _Enter, on the turrets, the_ LORDS SALISBURY _and_ TALBOT,
    SIR WILLIAM GLANSDALE, SIR THOMAS GARGRAVE, _and
    others_.

 _Sal._ Talbot, my life, my joy, again return’d!   [aad023]
 How wert thou handled being prisoner?
 Or by what means got’st thou to be released?   [aad025]
 Discourse, I prithee, on this turret’s top.

 _Tal._ The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner   [aad027]
 Call’d the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles;   [aad028]
 For him was I exchanged and ransomed.   [aad029]
 But with a baser man of arms by far   ·aad030·
 Once in contempt they would have barter’d me:
 Which I disdaining scorn’d and craved death
 Rather than I would be so vile-esteem’d.   [aad033]
 In fine, redeem’d I was as I desired.
 But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart,   [aad035]
 Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
 If I now had him brought into my power.

 _Sal._ Yet tell’st thou not how thou wert entertain’d.

 _Tal._ With scoffs and scorns and contumelious taunts.
 In open market-place produced they me,   ·aad040·
 To be a public spectacle to all:
 Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
 The scarecrow that affrights our children so.   [aad043]
 Then broke I from the officers that led me,
 And with my nails digg’d stones out of the ground,   ·aad045·
 To hurl at the beholders of my shame:
 My grisly countenance made others fly;
 None durst come near for fear of sudden death.
 In iron walls they deem’d me not secure;
 So great fear of my name ’mongst them was spread   [aad050]
 That they supposed I could rend bars of steel
 And spurn in pieces posts of adamant:
 Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had
 That walked about me every minute while;   [aad054]
 And if I did but stir out of my bed,   ·aad055·
 Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.   [aad056]

    _Enter the_ Boy _with a linstock_.

 _Sal._ I grieve to hear what torments you endured,
 But we will be revenged sufficiently.
 Now it is supper-time in Orleans:
 Here, through this grate, I count each one   [aad060]
 And view the Frenchmen how they fortify:
 Let us look in; the sight will much delight thee.
 Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,
 Let me have your express opinions
 Where is best place to make our battery next.   [aad065]

 _Gar._ I think, at the north gate; for there stand lords.   [aad066]

 _Glan._ And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge.

 _Tal._ For aught I see, this city must be famish’d,
 Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.   [aad069]
               [_Here they shoot. Salisbury and Gargrave fall._

 _Sal._ O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!   ·aad070·

 _Gar._ O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man!

 _Tal._ What chance is this that suddenly hath cross’d us?
 Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak:   [aad073]
 How farest thou, mirror of all martial men?
 One of thy eyes and thy cheek’s side struck off!   [aad075]
 Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand
 That hath contrived this woful tragedy!
 In thirteen battles Salisbury o’ercame;   [aad078]
 Henry the Fifth he first train’d to the wars;
 Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,   ·aad080·
 His sword did ne’er leave striking in the field.
 Yet livest thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth fail,
 One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:
 The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.   [aad084]
 Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,   ·aad085·
 If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!
 Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.
 Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
 Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
 Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;   [aad090]
 Thou shalt not die whiles--   [aad091]
 He beckons with his hand and smiles on me,
 As who should say ‘When I am dead and gone,
 Remember to avenge me on the French.’
 Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero,   [aad095]
 Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
 Wretched shall France be only in my name.   [aad097]
               [_Here an alarum, and it thunders and lightens._
 What stir is this? what tumult’s in the heavens?
 Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise?   [aad099]

    _Enter a_ Messenger.

 _Mess._ My lord, my lord, the French have gather’d head:   ·aad100·
 The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join’d,   [aad101]
 A holy prophetess new risen up,
 Is come with a great power to raise the siege.
               [_Here Salisbury lifteth himself up and groans._

 _Tal._  Hear, hear how dying Salisbury doth groan!
 It irks his heart he cannot be revenged.   ·aad105·
 Frenchmen, I’ll be a Salisbury to you:
 Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish,   [aad107]
 Your hearts I’ll stamp out with my horse’s heels,
 And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.
 Convey me Salisbury into his tent,   [aad110]
 And then we’ll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare.   [aad111]
               [_Alarum. Exeunt._


SCENE V. _The same_.

_Here an Alarum again: and_ TALBOT _pursueth the_ DAUPHIN, _and
driveth him: then enter_ JOAN LA PUCELLE, _driving Englishmen
before her, and exit after them: then re-enter_ TALBOT.

 _Tal._  Where is my strength, my valour, and my force?   [aae001]
 Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them;
 A woman clad in armour chaseth them.   [aae003]

    _Re-enter_ LA PUCELLE.

 Here, here she comes. I’ll have a bout with thee;
 Devil or devil’s dam, I’ll conjure thee:   ·aae005·
 Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch,
 And straightway give thy soul to him thou servest.

 _Puc._ Come, come, ’tis only I that must disgrace thee.
               [_Here they fight._

 _Tal._ Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail?   [aae009]
 My breast I’ll burst with straining of my courage   ·aae010·
 And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder,
 But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet.
               [_They fight again._

 _Puc._ Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:
 I must go victual Orleans forthwith.   [aae014]
               [_A short alarum: then enter the town with soldiers._
 O’ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength.   ·aae015·
 Go, go, cheer up thy hungry-starved men;   [aae016]
 Help Salisbury to make his testament:
 This day is ours, as many more shall be.     [_Exit._

 _Tal._ My thoughts are whirled like a potter’s wheel;
 I know not where I am, nor what I do:   ·aae020·
 A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal,
 Drives back our troops and conquers as she lists:
 So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench
 Are from their hives and houses driven away.
 They call’d us for our fierceness English dogs;   ·aae025·
 Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.   [aae026]
               [_A short alarum._
 Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
 Or tear the lions out of England’s coat;
 Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions’ stead:
 Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf,   [aae030]
 Or horse or oxen from the leopard,
 As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves.
               [_Alarum. Here another skirmish._
 It will not be: retire into your trenches:
 You all consented unto Salisbury’s death,
 For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.   ·aae035·
 Pucelle is enter’d into Orleans,
 In spite of us or aught that we could do.
 O, would I were to die with Salisbury!
 The shame hereof will make me hide my head.
               [_Exit Talbot. Alarum; retreat; flourish._


SCENE VI. _The same_.

_Enter, on the walls_, LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, REIGNIER,
ALENÇON, _and Soldiers_.

 _Puc._ Advance our waving colours on the walls;   [aaf001]
 Rescued is Orleans from the English:   [aaf002]
 Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform’d her word.

 _Char._ Divinest creature, Astræa’s daughter,   [aaf004]
 How shall I honour thee for this success?   ·aaf005·
 Thy promises are like Adonis’ gardens   [aaf006]
 That one day bloom’d and fruitful were the next.
 France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess!
 Recover’d is the town of Orleans:
 More blessed hap did ne’er befall our state.   ·aaf010·

 _Reig._ Why ring not out the bells aloud throughout the
               town?   [aaf011]
 Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires
 And feast and banquet in the open streets,
 To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.

 _Alen._ All France will be replete with mirth and joy,   ·aaf015·
 When they shall hear how we have play’d the men.
 _Char._ ’Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;
 For which I will divide my crown with her,
 And all the priests and friars in my realm
 Shall in procession sing her endless praise.   ·aaf020·
 A statelier pyramis to her I’ll rear   [aaf021]
 Than Rhodope’s or Memphis’ ever was:   [aaf022]
 In memory of her when she is dead,   [aaf023]
 Her ashes, in an urn more precious   [aaf024]
 Than the rich-jewel’d coffer of Darius,   [aaf025]
 Transported shall be at high festivals
 Before the kings and queens of France.   [aaf027]
 No longer on Saint Denis will we cry,
 But Joan la Pucelle shall be France’s saint.
 Come in, and let us banquet royally,   ·aaf030·
 After this golden day of victory.         [_Flourish. Exeunt._


ACT II.


SCENE I. _Before Orleans_.

_Enter a_ Sergeant _of a band, with two_ Sentinels.

 _Serg._ Sirs, take your places and be vigilant:   [aba001]
 If any noise or soldier you perceive
 Near to the walls, by some apparent sign
 Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.

 _First Sent._ Sergeant, you shall. [_Exit Sergeant_.] Thus are poor
               servitors,   ·aba005·
 When others sleep upon their quiet beds,
 Constrain’d to watch in darkness, rain and cold.   [aba007]

    _Enter_ TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, _and forces, with
    scaling-ladders, their drums beating a dead march_.

 _Tal._ Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy,
 By whose approach the regions of Artois,
 Wallon and Picardy are friends to us,   ·aba010·
 This happy night the Frenchmen are secure,
 Having all day caroused and banqueted:
 Embrace we then this opportunity
 As fitting best to quittance their deceit
 Contrived by art and baleful sorcery.   ·aba015·

 _Bed._ Coward of France! how much he wrongs his fame,
 Despairing of his own arm’s fortitude,
 To join with witches and the help of hell!

 _Bur._ Traitors have never other company.
 But what’s that Pucelle whom they term so pure?   ·aba020·

 _Tal._ A maid, they say.

 _Bed._                    A maid! and be so martial!

 _Bur._ Pray God she prove not masculine ere long,
 If underneath the standard of the French
 She carry armour as she hath begun.

 _Tal._ Well, let them practise and converse with spirits:   ·aba025·
 God is our fortress, in whose conquering name
 Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.

 _Bed._ Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee.

 _Tal._ Not all together: better far, I guess,   [aba029]
 That we do make our entrance several ways;   ·aba030·
 That, if it chance the one of us do fail,
 The other yet may rise against their force.

 _Bed._ Agreed: I’ll to yond corner.

 _Bur._                               And I to this.   [aba033]

 _Tal._ And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.
 Now, Salisbury, for thee, and for the right   ·aba035·
 Of English Henry, shall this night appear
 How much in duty I am bound to both.   [aba037]

 _Sent._ Arm! arm! the enemy doth make assault!   [aba038]
               [_Cry: ‘St George,’ ‘A Talbot.’_

    _The French leap over the walls in their shirts. Enter, several
    ways, the_ BASTARD of Orleans, ALENÇON, _and_ REIGNIER, _half
    ready, and half unready_.

 _Alen._ How now, my lords! what, all unready so?   [aba039]

 _Bast._ Unready! ay, and glad we ’scaped so well.   [aba040]

 _Reig._ ’Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,
 Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors.

 _Alen._ Of all exploits since first I follow’d arms,
 Ne’er heard I of a warlike enterprise
 More venturous or desperate than this.   ·aba045·

 _Bast._ I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell.   [aba046]

 _Reig._ If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour him.

 _Alen._ Here cometh Charles: I marvel how he sped.

 _Bast._ Tut, holy Joan was his defensive guard.   [aba049]

    _Enter_ CHARLES _and_ LA PUCELLE.

 _Char._ Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?   ·aba050·
 Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
 Make us partakers of a little gain,
 That now our loss might be ten times so much?

 _Puc._ Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend?
 At all times will you have my power alike?   ·aba055·
 Sleeping or waking must I still prevail,
 Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?
 Improvident soldiers! had your watch been good,
 This sudden mischief never could have fall’n.

 _Char._ Duke of Alençon, this was your default,   ·aba060·
 That, being captain of the watch to-night,
 Did look no better to that weighty charge.

 _Alen._ Had all your quarters been as safely kept   [aba063]
 As that whereof I had the government,
 We had not been thus shamefully surprised.   ·aba065·

 _Bast._ Mine was secure.

 _Reig._                   And so was mine, my lord.

 _Char._ And, for myself, most part of all this night,
 Within her quarter and mine own precinct
 I was employ’d in passing to and fro,
 About relieving of the sentinels:   ·aba070·
 Then how or which way should they first break in?

 _Puc._ Question, my lords, no further of the case,
 How or which way: ’tis sure they found some place
 But weakly guarded, where the breach was made.
 And now there rests no other shift but this;   ·aba075·
 To gather our soldiers, scatter’d and dispersed,   [aba076]
 And lay new platforms to endamage them.   [aba077]

    _Alarum. Enter an_ English Soldier, _crying ‘A Talbot! a Talbot!’
    They fly, leaving their clothes behind_.

 _Sold._ I’ll be so bold to take what they have left.   [aba078]
 The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword;
 For I have loaden me with many spoils,   ·aba080·
 Using no other weapon but his name.      [_Exit._


SCENE II. _Orleans. Within the town_.

_Enter_ TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, _a_ Captain, _and others_.

 _Bed._ The day begins to break, and night is fled,   [abb001]
 Whose pitchy mantle over-veil’d the earth.
 Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit.   [abb003]
               [_Retreat sounded._

 _Tal._ Bring forth the body of old Salisbury,
 And here advance it in the market-place,   ·abb005·
 The middle centre of this cursed town.   [abb006]
 Now have I paid my vow unto his soul;
 For every drop of blood was drawn from him
 There hath at least five Frenchmen died to-night.
 And that hereafter ages may behold   ·abb010·
 What ruin happen’d in revenge of him,
 Within their chiefest temple I’ll erect
 A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr’d:
 Upon the which, that every one may read,
 Shall be engraved the sack of Orleans,   ·abb015·
 The treacherous manner of his mournful death
 And what a terror he had been to France.
 But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,
 I muse we met not with the Dauphin’s grace,
 His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc,   [abb020]
 Nor any of his false confederates.

 _Bed._ ’Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight began,
 Roused on the sudden from their drowsy beds,
 They did amongst the troops of armed men
 Leap o’er the walls for refuge in the field.   ·abb025·

 _Bur._ Myself, as far as I could well discern
 For smoke and dusky vapours of the night,   [abb027]
 Am sure I scared the Dauphin and his trull,
 When arm in arm they both came swiftly running,
 Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves   ·abb030·
 That could not live asunder day or night.
 After that things are set in order here,
 We’ll follow them with all the power we have.

    _Enter a_ Messenger.

 _Mess._ All hail, my lords! Which of this princely train   [abb034]
 Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts   ·abb035·
 So much applauded through the realm of France?

 _Tal._ Here is the Talbot: who would speak with him?

 _Mess._ The virtuous lady, Countess of Auvergne,   [abb038]
 With modesty admiring thy renown,
 By me entreats, great lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe   [abb040]
 To visit her poor castle where she lies,
 That she may boast she hath beheld the man
 Whose glory fills the world with loud report.

 _Bur._ Is it even so? Nay, then, I see our wars
 Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,   [abb045]
 When ladies crave to be encounter’d with.
 You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.   [abb047]

 _Tal._ Ne’er trust me then; for when a world of men   [abb048]
 Could not prevail with all their oratory,
 Yet hath a woman’s kindness over-ruled:   ·abb050·
 And therefore tell her I return great thanks,
 And in submission will attend on her.
 Will not your honours bear me company?

 _Bed._ No, truly; it is more than manners will:   [abb054]
 And I have heard it said, unbidden guests   ·abb055·
 Are often welcomest when they are gone.

 _Tal._ Well then, alone, since there’s no remedy,
 I mean to prove this lady’s courtesy.
 Come hither, captain. [_Whispers._] You perceive my mind?   [abb059]

 _Capt._ I do, my lord, and mean accordingly.   ·abb060·
               [_Exeunt._


SCENE III. _Auvergne. The Countess’s castle_.

_Enter the_ COUNTESS _and her_ Porter.

 _Count._ Porter, remember what I gave in charge;   [abc001]
 And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.   [abc002]

 _Port._ Madam, I will.                         [_Exit._

 _Count._ The plot is laid: if all things fall out right,
 I shall as famous be by this exploit   ·abc005·
 As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus’ death.
 Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight,
 And his achievements of no less account:
 Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,
 To give their censure of these rare reports.   ·abc010·

    _Enter_ Messenger _and_ TALBOT.

 _Mess._ Madam,   [abc011]
 According as your ladyship desired,   [abc012]
 By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come.

 _Count._ And he is welcome. What! is this the man?

 _Mess._ Madam, it is.

 _Count._               Is this the scourge of France?   ·abc015·
 Is this the Talbot, so much fear’d abroad
 That with his name the mothers still their babes?
 I see report is fabulous and false:
 I thought I should have seen some Hercules,
 A second Hector, for his grim aspect,   ·abc020·
 And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
 Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf!
 It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp   [abc023]
 Should strike such terror to his enemies.   [abc024]

 _Tal._ Madam, I have been bold to trouble you;   ·abc025·
 But since your ladyship is not at leisure,
 I’ll sort some other time to visit you.   [abc027]

 _Count._ What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes.   [abc028]

 _Mess._ Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my lady craves
 To know the cause of your abrupt departure.   ·abc030·

 _Tal._ Marry, for that she’s in a wrong belief,
 I go to certify her Talbot’s here.   [abc032]

    _Re-enter_ Porter _with keys_.

 _Count._ If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.

 _Tal._ Prisoner! to whom?

 _Count._                  To me, blood-thirsty lord;
 And for that cause I train’d thee to my house.   ·abc035·
 Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
 For in my gallery thy picture hangs:
 But now the substance shall endure the like,
 And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,
 That hast by tyranny these many years   ·abc040·
 Wasted our country, slain our citizens
 And sent our sons and husbands captivate.

 _Tal._ Ha, ha, ha!

 _Count._ Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to
               moan.   [abc044]

 _Tal._ I laugh to see your ladyship so fond   ·abc045·
 To think that you have aught but Talbot’s shadow
 Whereon to practise your severity.

 _Count._ Why, art not thou the man?   [abc048]

 _Tal._                             I am indeed.

 _Count._ Then have I substance too.

 _Tal._ No, no, I am but shadow of myself:   ·abc050·
 You are deceived, my substance is not here;
 For what you see is but the smallest part
 And least proportion of humanity:
 I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
 It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,   ·abc055·
 Your roof were not sufficient to contain ’t.

 _Count._ This is a riddling merchant for the nonce;
 He will be here, and yet he is not here:
 How can these contrarieties agree?

 _Tal._ That will I show you presently.   [abc060]
               [_Winds his horn. Drums strike up: a peal
                 of ordnance. Enter Soldiers._
 How say you, madam? are you now persuaded
 That Talbot is but shadow of himself?
 These are his substance, sinews, arms and strength,
 With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,
 Razeth your cities and subverts your towns   ·abc065·
 And in a moment makes them desolate.

 _Count._ Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:
 I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited
 And more than may be gather’d by thy shape.   [abc069]
 Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;   ·abc070·
 For I am sorry that with reverence
 I did not entertain thee as thou art.

 _Tal._ Be not dismay’d, fair lady; nor misconstrue   [abc073]
 The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake
 The outward composition of his body.   ·abc075·
 What you have done hath not offended me;
 Nor other satisfaction do I crave,
 But only, with your patience, that we may   [abc078]
 Taste of your wine and see what cates you have;
 For soldiers’ stomachs always serve them well.   ·abc080·

 _Count._ With all my heart, and think me honoured
 To feast so great a warrior in my house.            [_Exeunt._


SCENE IV. _London. The Temple-garden_.

_Enter the_ EARLS of SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, _and_ WARWICK;
RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VERNON, _and another_ Lawyer.

 _Plan._ Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?   [abd001]
 Dare no man answer in a case of truth?

 _Suf._ Within the Temple-hall we were too loud;
 The garden here is more convenient.

 _Plan._ Then say at once if I maintain’d the truth;   ·abd005·
 Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error?   [abd006]

 _Suf._ Faith, I have been a truant in the law,
 And never yet could frame my will to it;   [abd008]
 And therefore frame the law unto my will.

 _Som._ Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then, between us.   ·abd010·

 _War._ Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch;
 Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth;
 Between two blades, which bears the better temper:   [abd013]
 Between two horses, which doth bear him best;
 Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye;   ·abd015·
 I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgement:
 But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
 Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.

 _Plan._ Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance:
 The truth appears so naked on my side   ·abd020·
 That any purblind eye may find it out.

 _Som._ And on my side it is so well apparell’d,
 So clear, so shining and so evident
 That it will glimmer through a blind man’s eye.   [abd024]

 _Plan._ Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,   ·abd025·
 In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:   [abd026]
 Let him that is a true-born gentleman,
 And stands upon the honour of his birth,
 If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
 From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.   ·abd030·

 _Som._ Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer,   [abd031]
 But dare maintain the party of the truth,
 Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.

 _War._ I love no colours, and without all colour
 Of base insinuating flattery   [abd035]
 I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.

 _Suf._ I pluck this red rose with young Somerset
 And say withal I think he held the right.

 _Ver._ Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more,
 Till you conclude that he upon whose side   ·abd040·
 The fewest roses are cropp’d from the tree
 Shall yield the other in the right opinion.

 _Som._ Good Master Vernon, it is well objected:
 If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.

 _Plan._ And I.   ·abd045·

 _Ver._ Then for the truth and plainness of the case,
 I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
 Giving my verdict on the white rose side.

 _Som._ Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,   [abd049]
 Lest bleeding you do paint the white rose red   ·abd050·
 And fall on my side so, against your will.

 _Ver._ If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed,
 Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt
 And keep me on the side where still I am.

 _Som._ Well, well, come on: who else?   ·abd055·

 _Law._ Unless my study and my books be false,
 The argument you held was wrong in you;  [_To Somerset._   [abd057]
 In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.

 _Plan._ Now, Somerset, where is your argument?

 _Som._ Here in my scabbard, meditating that   ·abd060·
 Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.   [abd061]

 _Plan._ Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses;   [abd062]
 For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
 The truth on our side.

 _Som._                 No, Plantagenet,
 ’Tis not for fear but anger that thy cheeks   [abd065]
 Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,
 And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.

 _Plan._ Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?

 _Som._ Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?

 _Plan._ Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth;   ·abd070·
 Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.

 _Som._ Well, I’ll find friends to wear my bleeding roses,
 That shall maintain what I have said is true,
 Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.

 _Plan._ Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,   ·abd075·
 I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.   [abd076]

 _Suf._ Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.

 _Plan._ Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.

 _Suf._ I’ll turn my part thereof into thy throat.

 _Som._ Away, away, good William de la Pole!   ·abd080·
 We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.

 _War._ Now, by God’s will, thou wrong’st him, Somerset;
 His grandfather was Lionel Duke of Clarence,
 Third son to the third Edward King of England:
 Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?   ·abd085·

 _Plan._ He bears him on the place’s privilege,   [abd086]
 Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus.

 _Som._ By him that made me, I’ll maintain my words
 On any plot of ground in Christendom.
 Was not thy father, Richard Earl of Cambridge,   ·abd090·
 For treason executed in our late king’s days?   [abd091]
 And, by his treason, stand’st not thou attainted,
 Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
 His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
 And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman.   ·abd095·

 _Plan._ My father was attached, not attainted,
 Condemn’d to die for treason, but no traitor;
 And that I’ll prove on better men than Somerset,
 Were growing time once ripen’d to my will.   [abd099]
 For your partaker Pole and you yourself,   ·abd100·
 I’ll note you in my book of memory,
 To scourge you for this apprehension:   [abd102]
 Look to it well and say you are well warn’d.

 _Som._ Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still;
 And know us by these colours for thy foes,   ·abd105·
 For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.

 _Plan._ And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
 As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
 Will I for ever and my faction wear,
 Until it wither with me to my grave   [abd110]
 Or flourish to the height of my degree.

 _Suf._ Go forward and be choked with thy ambition!
 And so farewell until I meet thee next.      [_Exit._

 _Som._ Have with thee, Pole.  Farewell, ambitious Richard.
               [_Exit._

 _Plan._ How I am braved and must perforce endure it!   ·abd115·

 _War._ This blot that they object against your house
 Shall be wiped out in the next parliament   [abd117]
 Call’d for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;
 And if thou be not then created York,
 I will not live to be accounted Warwick.   ·abd120·
 Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,
 Against proud Somerset and William Pole,
 Will I upon thy party wear this rose:
 And here I prophesy: this brawl to-day,
 Grown to this faction in the Temple-garden,   ·abd125·
 Shall send between the red rose and the white
 A thousand souls to death and deadly night.   [abd127]

 _Plan._ Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,   [abd128]
 That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.

 _Ver._ In your behalf still will I wear the same.   ·abd130·

 _Law._ And so will I.

 _Plan._ Thanks, gentle sir.   [abd132]
 Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say
 This quarrel will drink blood another day.      [_Exeunt._


SCENE V.  _The Tower of London_.

_Enter_ MORTIMER, _brought in a chair, and_ Gaolers.

 _Mor._ Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,   [abe001]
 Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.
 Even like a man new haled from the rack,   [abe003]
 So fare my limbs with long imprisonment;
 And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death,   ·abe005·
 Nestor-like aged in an age of care,   [abe006]
 Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.
 These eyes, like lamps whose wasting oil is spent,
 Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent;
 Weak shoulders, overborne with burthening grief,   ·abe010·
 And pithless arms, like to a wither’d vine   [abe011]
 That droops his sapless branches to the ground:
 Yet are these feet, whose strengthless stay is numb,
 Unable to support this lump of clay,
 Swift-winged with desire to get a grave,   ·abe015·
 As witting I no other comfort have.   [abe016]
 But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come?

 _First Gaol._ Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come:   [abe018]
 We sent unto the Temple, unto his chamber;   [abe019]
 And answer was return’d that he will come.   ·abe020·

 _Mor._ Enough: my soul shall then be satisfied.   [abe021]
 Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine.
 Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign,
 Before whose glory I was great in arms,
 This loathsome sequestration have I had;   ·abe025·
 And even since then hath Richard been obscured,
 Deprived of honour and inheritance.
 But now the arbitrator of despairs,
 Just death, kind umpire of men’s miseries,
 With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence:   ·abe030·
 I would his troubles likewise were expired,
 That so he might recover what was lost.   [abe032]

    _Enter_ RICHARD PLANTAGENET.

 _First Gaol._ My lord, your loving nephew now is come.

 _Mor._ Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come?   [abe034]

 _Plan._ Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly used,   [abe035]
 Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes.

 _Mor._ Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck,
 And in his bosom spend my latter gasp:   [abe038]
 O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks,
 That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.   ·abe040·
 And now declare, sweet stem from York’s great stock,
 Why didst thou say, of late thou wert despised?

 _Plan._ First, lean thine aged back against mine arm;
 And, in that ease, I’ll tell thee my disease.   [abe044]
 This day, in argument upon a case,   ·abe045·
 Some words there grew ’twixt Somerset and me;
 Among which terms he used his lavish tongue   [abe047]
 And did upbraid me with my father’s death:
 Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,
 Else with the like I had requited him.   ·abe050·
 Therefore, good uncle, for my father’s sake,
 In honour of a true Plantagenet
 And for alliance sake, declare the cause
 My father, Earl of Cambridge, lost his head.

 _Mor._ That cause, fair nephew, that imprison’d me   [abe055]
 And hath detain’d me all my flowering youth
 Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
 Was cursed instrument of his decease.

 _Plan._ Discover more at large what cause that was,
 For I am ignorant and cannot guess.   ·abe060·

 _Mor._ I will, if that my fading breath permit   [abe061]
 And death approach not ere my tale be done.
 Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king,
 Deposed his nephew Richard, Edward’s son,   [abe064]
 The first-begotten and the lawful heir   ·abe065·
 Of Edward king, the third of that descent:   [abe066]
 During whose reign the Percies of the north,
 Finding his usurpation most unjust,
 Endeavour’d my advancement to the throne:
 The reason moved these warlike lords to this   ·abe070·
 Was, for that--young King Richard thus removed,   [abe071]
 Leaving no heir begotten of his body--
 I was the next by birth and parentage;
 For by my mother I derived am
 From Lionel Duke of Clarence, the third son   [abe075]
 To King Edward the Third; whereas he   [abe076]
 From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
 Being but fourth of that heroic line.   [abe078]
 But mark: as in this haughty great attempt   [abe079]
 They laboured to plant the rightful heir,   ·abe080·
 I lost my liberty and they their lives.
 Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,   [abe082]
 Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, did reign,   [abe083]
 Thy father, Earl of Cambridge, then derived
 From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of York,   ·abe085·
 Marrying my sister that thy mother was,
 Again in pity of my hard distress
 Levied an army, weening to redeem
 And have install’d me in the diadem:   [abe089]
 But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl   ·abe090·
 And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
 In whom the title rested, were suppress’d.

 _Plan._ Of which, my lord, your honour is the last.   [abe093]

 _Mor._ True; and them seest that I no issue have
 And that my fainting words do warrant death:   ·abe095·
 Thou art my heir; the rest I wish thee gather:
 But yet be wary in thy studious care.

 _Plan._ Thy grave admonishments prevail with me:
 But yet, methinks, my father’s execution
 Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.   ·abe100·

 _Mor._ With silence, nephew, be thou politic:
 Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster   [abe102]
 And like a mountain, not to be removed.
 But now thy uncle is removing hence;
 As princes do their courts, when they are cloy’d   [abe105]
 With long continuance in a settled place.

 _Plan._ O, uncle, would some part of my young years
 Might but redeem the passage of your age!

 _Mor._ Thou dost then wrong me, as that slaughterer doth   [abe109]
 Which giveth many wounds when one will kill.   ·abe110·
 Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good;
 Only give order for my funeral:
 And so farewell, and fair be all thy hopes   [abe113]
 And prosperous be thy life in peace and war!      [_Dies._

 _Plan._ And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul!   ·abe115·
 In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage
 And like a hermit overpass’d thy days.
 Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;
 And what I do imagine let that rest.
 Keepers, convey him hence, and I myself   ·abe120·
 Will see his burial better than his life.   [abe121]
               [_Exeunt Gaolers, bearing out the body of Mortimer._
 Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,   [abe122]
 Choked with ambition of the meaner sort:   [abe123]
 And for those wrongs, those bitter injuries,
 Which Somerset hath offer’d to my house,   ·abe125·
 I doubt not but with honour to redress;   [abe126]
 And therefore haste I to the parliament,
 Either to be restored to my blood,
 Or make my ill the advantage of my good.  [_Exit._   [abe129]


ACT III.


SCENE I. _London. The Parliament-house_.

_Flourish. Enter_ KING, EXETER, GLOUCESTER, WARWICK,
SOMERSET, _and_ SUFFOLK; _the_ BISHOP of WINCHESTER, RICHARD
PLANTAGENET, _and others._ GLOUCESTER _offers to put up a bill;_
WINCHESTER _snatches it, tears it_.

 _Win._ Comest thou with deep premeditated lines,   [aca001]
 With written pamphlets studiously devised,
 Humphrey of Gloucester? If thou canst accuse,
 Or aught intend’st to lay unto my charge,
 Do it without invention, suddenly;   ·aca005·
 As I with sudden and extemporal speech
 Purpose to answer what thou canst object.

 _Glou._ Presumptuous priest! this place commands my patience,
 Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonour’d me.
 Think not, although in writing I preferr’d   ·aca010·
 The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
 That therefore I have forged, or am not able
 Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen:
 No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness,
 Thy lewd, pestiferous and dissentious pranks,   ·aca015·
 As very infants prattle of thy pride.
 Thou art a most pernicious usurer,
 Froward by nature, enemy to peace;
 Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems
 A man of thy profession and degree;   ·aca020·
 And for thy treachery, what’s more manifest?
 In that thou laid’st a trap to take my life,
 As well at London-bridge as at the Tower.
 Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
 The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt   ·aca025·
 From envious malice of thy swelling heart.

 _Win._ Gloucester, I do defy thee. Lords, vouchsafe   [aca027]
 To give me hearing what I shall reply.
 If I were covetous, ambitious or perverse,   [aca029]
 As he will have me, how am I so poor?   ·aca030·
 Or how haps it I seek not to advance   [aca031]
 Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling?
 And for dissension, who preferreth peace   [aca033]
 More than I do?--except I be provoked.
 No, my good lords, it is not that offends;   ·aca035·
 It is not that that hath incensed the duke:   [aca036]
 It is, because no one should sway but he;
 No one but he should be about the king;
 And that engenders thunder in his breast
 And makes him roar these accusations forth.   ·aca040·
 But he shall know I am as good--   [aca041]

 _Glou._                     As good!
 Thou bastard of my grandfather!

 _Win._ Ay, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray,
 But one imperious in another’s throne?

 _Glou._ Am I not protector, saucy priest?   [aca045]

 _Win._ And am not I a prelate of the church?

 _Glou._ Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps
 And useth it to patronage his theft.

 _Win._ Unreverent Gloster!

 _Glou._                     Thou art reverent   [aca049]
 Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.   ·aca050·

 _Win._ Rome shall remedy this.

 _War._                          Roam thither, then.   [aca051]

 _Som._ My lord, it were your duty to forbear.

 _War._ Ay, see the bishop be not overborne.   [aca053]

 _Som._ Methinks my lord should be religious
 And know the office that belongs to such.   ·aca055·

 _War._ Methinks his lordship should be humbler;   [aca056]
 It fitteth not a prelate so to plead.

 _Som._ Yes, when his holy state is touch’d so near.

 _War._ State holy or unhallow’d, what of that?
 Is not his grace protector to the king?   ·aca060·

 _Plan._ [_Aside_] Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue,   [aca061]
 Lest it be said ‘Speak, sirrah, when you should;
 Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords?’
 Else would I have a fling at Winchester.

 _King._ Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester,   [aca065]
 The special watchmen of our English weal,
 I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
 To join your hearts in love and amity.
 O, what a scandal is it to our crown,
 That two such noble peers as ye should jar!   ·aca070·
 Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell
 Civil dissension is a viperous worm
 That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.
               [_A noise within,_ ‘Down with the tawny-coats!’
 What tumult’s this?

 _War._           An uproar, I dare warrant,
 Begun through malice of the bishop’s men.   ·aca075·
               [_A noise again,_ ‘Stones! stones!’

    _Enter Mayor_.

 _May._ O, my good lords, and virtuous Henry,   [aca076]
 Pity the city of London, pity us!   [aca077]
 The bishop and the Duke of Gloucester’s men,   [aca078]
 Forbidden late to carry any weapon,
 Have fill’d their pockets full of pebble stones   [aca080]
 And banding themselves in contrary parts   [aca081]
 Do pelt so fast at one another’s pate   [aca082]
 That many have their giddy brains knock’d out:
 Our windows are broke down in every street
 And we for fear compell’d to shut our shops.   [aca085]

    _Enter_ Serving-men, _in skirmish, with bloody pates_.

 _King._ We charge you, on allegiance to ourself,   [aca086]
 To hold your slaughtering hands and keep the peace.
 Pray, uncle Gloucester, mitigate this strife.

 _First Serv._ Nay, if we be forbidden stones, we’ll fall   [aca089]
 to it with our teeth.   ·aca090·

 _Sec. Serv._ Do what ye dare, we are as resolute.
               [_Skirmish again._

 _Glou._ You of my household, leave this peevish broil
 And set this unaccustom’d fight aside.

 _Third Serv._ My lord, we know your grace to be a man
 Just and upright; and, for your royal birth,   ·aca095·
 Inferior to none but to his majesty:   [aca096]
 And ere that we will suffer such a prince,
 So kind a father of the commonweal,
 To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate,
 We and our wives and children all will fight   [aca100]
 And have our bodies slaughter’d by thy foes.   [aca101]

 _First Serv._ Ay, and the very parings of our nails
 Shall pitch a field when we are dead.          [_Begin again._

 _Glou._                           Stay, stay, I say!   [aca103]
 And if you love me, as you say you do,   [aca104]
 Let me persuade you to forbear awhile.   ·aca105·

 _King._ O, how this discord doth afflict my soul!
 Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold
 My sighs and tears and will not once relent?
 Who should be pitiful, if you be not?
 Or who should study to prefer a peace,   [aca110]
 If holy churchmen take delight in broils?

 _War._ Yield, my lord protector; yield, Winchester;   [aca112]
 Except you mean with obstinate repulse
 To slay your sovereign and destroy the realm.
 You see what mischief and what murder too   ·aca115·
 Hath been enacted through your enmity;
 Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.

 _Win._ He shall submit, or I will never yield.

 _Glou._ Compassion on the king commands me stoop;
 Or I would see his heart out, ere the priest   ·aca120·
 Should ever get that privilege of me.

 _War._ Behold, my Lord of Winchester, the duke
 Hath banish’d moody discontented fury,
 As by his smoothed brows it doth appear:   [aca124]
 Why look you still so stern and tragical?   ·aca125·

 _Glou._ Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.

 _King._ Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach
 That malice was a great and grievous sin;
 And will not you maintain the thing you teach,   [aca129]
 But prove a chief offender in the same?   ·aca130·

 _War._ Sweet king! the bishop hath a kindly gird.   [aca131]
 For shame, my lord of Winchester, relent!
 What, shall a child instruct you what to do?

 _Win._ Well, Duke of Gloucester, I will yield to thee;
 Love for thy love and hand for hand I give.   ·aca135·

 _Glou._ [_Aside_] Ay, but, I fear me, with a hollow heart.   [aca136]
 See here, my friends and loving countrymen;
 This token serveth for a flag of truce
 Betwixt ourselves and all our followers:
 So help me God, as I dissemble not!   ·aca140·

 _Win._ [_Aside_] So help me God, as I intend it not!   [aca141]

 _King._ O loving uncle, kind Duke of Gloucester,   [aca142]
 How joyful am I made by this contract!
 Away, my masters! trouble us no more;
 But join in friendship, as your lords have done.   ·aca145·

 _First Serv._ Content: I’ll to the surgeon’s.

 _Sec. Serv._                               And so will I.   [aca146]

 _Third Serv._ And I will see what physic the tavern   [aca147]
 affords.   [_Exeunt Serving-men, Mayor, &c._   [aca148]

 _War._ Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign,   [aca149]
 Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet   [aca150]
 We do exhibit to your majesty.

 _Glou._ Well urged, my Lord of Warwick: for, sweet prince,
 An if your grace mark every circumstance,   [aca153]
 You have great reason to do Richard right;
 Especially for those occasions   ·aca155·
 At Eltham Place I told your majesty.

 _King._ And those occasions, uncle, were of force:
 Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is
 That Richard be restored to his blood.

 _War._ Let Richard be restored to his blood;   ·aca160·
 So shall his father’s wrongs be recompensed.

 _Win._ As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.

 _King._ If Richard will be true, not that alone   [aca163]
 But all the whole inheritance I give
 That doth belong unto the house of York,   ·aca165·
 From whence you spring by lineal descent.

 _Plan._ Thy humble servant vows obedience   [aca167]
 And humble service till the point of death.   [aca168]

 _King._ Stoop then and set your knee against my foot;
 And, in reguerdon of that duty done,   ·aca170·
 I gird thee with the valiant sword of York:   [aca171]
 Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet,
 And rise created princely Duke of York.

 _Plan._ And so thrive Richard as thy foes may fall!
 And as my duty springs, so perish they   [aca175]
 That grudge one thought against your majesty!

 _All._ Welcome, high prince, the mighty Duke of York!

 _Som._ [_Aside_] Perish, base prince, ignoble Duke of York!   [aca178]

 _Glou._ Now will it best avail your majesty
 To cross the seas and to be crown’d in France:   ·aca180·
 The presence of a king engenders love
 Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends,
 As it disanimates his enemies.

 _King._ When Gloucester says the word, King Henry goes;
 For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.   ·aca185·

 _Glou._ Your ships already are in readiness.   [aca186]
               [_Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt all but Exeter._

 _Exe._ Ay, we may march in England or in France,   [aca187]
 Not seeing what is likely to ensue.
 This late dissension grown betwixt the peers
 Burns under feigned ashes of forged love   ·aca190·
 And will at last break out into a flame:
 As fester’d members rot but by degree,   [aca192]
 Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away,
 So will this base and envious discord breed.
 And now I fear that fatal prophecy   ·aca195·
 Which in the time of Henry named the fifth
 Was in the mouth of every sucking babe;
 That Henry born at Monmouth should win all
 And Henry born at Windsor lose all:   [aca199]
 Which is so plain that Exeter doth wish   ·aca200·
 His days may finish ere that hapless time.      [_Exit._


SCENE II. _France. Before Rouen_.

_Enter_ LA PUCELLE _disguised, with four_ Soldiers _with sacks upon
their backs_.

 _Puc._ These are the city gates, the gates of Rouen,
 Through which our policy must make a breach:
 Take heed, be wary how you place your words;
 Talk like the vulgar sort of market men
 That come to gather money for their corn.   ·acb005·
 If we have entrance, as I hope we shall,
 And that we find the slothful watch but weak,
 I’ll by a sign give notice to our friends,
 That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them.

 _First Sol._  Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city,   ·acb010·
 And we be lords and rulers over Rouen;
 Therefore we’ll knock.   [acb012]
               [_Knocks._

 _Watch._ [_Within_] Qui est là?   [acb013]

 _Puc._ Paysans, pauvres gens de France;   [acb014]
 Poor market folks that come to sell their corn.   ·acb015·

 _Watch._ Enter, go in; the market bell is rung.   [acb016]

 _Puc._ Now, Rouen, I’ll shake thy bulwarks to the ground.   [acb017]
               [_Exeunt._

    _Enter_ CHARLES, _the_ BASTARD _of Orleans_, ALENÇON,
    REIGNIER, _and forces_.

 _Char._ Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem!
 And once again we’ll sleep secuere in Rouen.

 _Bast._ Here enter’d Pucelle und her practisants;   [acb020]
 Now she is there, how will she specify   [acb021]
 Where is the best and safes passage in?

 _Reign._ By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower;   [acb023]
 Which, once discern’d, shows that her meaning is,
 No way to that, for weakness, which she enter’d.   [acb025]

    _Enter_ LA PUCELLE _on the top, thrusting out a torch burning_.

 _Puc._ Behold, this is the happy wedding torch
 That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen,
 But burning fatal to the Talbotites!   [acb028]
               [_Exit._

 _Bast._ See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend;
 The burning torch in yonder turret stands.   ·acb030·

 _Char._ Now shine it like a comet of revenge,   [acb031]
 A prophet to the fall of all our foes!

 _Reign._ Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends;
 Enter, and cry ‘The Dauphin!’ presently,
 And then do execution on the watch.    [_Alarum. Exeunt._   [acb035]

    _An alarum. Enter_ TALBOT _in an excursion_.

 _Tal._ France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears,   [acb036]
 If Talbot but survive thy treachery.
 Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress,
 Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares,
 That hardly we escaped the pride of France.   [_Exit._   [acb040]

    _An alarum: excursions._ BEDFORD, _brought in sick in a chair.
    Enter_ TALBOT _and_ BURGUNDY _without: within_ LA PUCELLE,
    CHARLES, BASTARD, ALENÇON, _and_ REIGNIER, _on the walls_.

 _Puc._ Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for bread?   [acb041]
 I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast   [acb042]
 Before he’ll buy again at such a rate:
 ’Twas full of darnel; do you like the taste?

 _Bur._ Scoff on, vile fiend and shameless courtezan!   ·acb045·
 I trust ere long to choke thee with thine own
 And make thee curse the harvest of that corn.

 _Char._ Your grace may starve perhaps before that time.

 _Bed._ O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this treason!

 _Puc._ What will you do, good grey-beard? break a lance,   [acb050]
 And run a tilt at death within a chair?

 _Tal._ Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite,   [acb052]
 Encompass’d with thy lustful paramours!
 Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age,
 And twit with cowardice a man half dead?   ·acb055·
 Damsel, I’ll have a bout with you again,
 Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.   [acb057]

 _Puc._ Are ye so hot, sir? yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace;   [acb058]
 If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.   [acb059]
               [_The English whisper together in council._
 God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker?   [acb060]

 _Tal._ Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field?

 _Puc._ Belike your lordship takes us then for fools,
 To try if that our own be ours or no.

 _Tal._ I speak not to that railing Hecate,
 But unto thee, Alençon, and the rest;   ·acb065·
 Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out?

 _Alen._ Signior, no.

 _Tal._ Signior, hang! base muleters of France!   [acb068]
 Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls
 And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.   ·acb070·

 _Puc._ Away, captains! let’s get us from the walls;   [acb071]
 For Talbot means no goodness by his looks.
 God be wi’ you, my lord! we came but to tell you   [acb073]
 That we are here.               [_Exeunt from the walls._

 _Tal._ And there will we be too, ere it be long,   ·acb075·
 Or else reproach be Talbot’s greatest fame!
 Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house,
 Prick’d on by public wrongs sustain’d in France,
 Either to get the town again or die:
 And I, as sure as English Henry lives   ·acb080·
 And as his father here was conqueror,
 As sure as in this late-betrayed town
 Great Cœur-de-lion’s heart was buried,
 So sure I swear to get the town or die.

 _Bur._ My vows are equal partners with thy vows.   ·acb085·

 _Tal._ But, ere we go, regard this dying prince,
 The valiant Duke of Bedford. Come, my lord,
 We will bestow you in some better place,
 Fitter for sickness and for crazy age.

 _Bed._ Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me:   ·acb090·
 Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen
 And will be partner of your weal or woe.   [acb092]

 _Bur._ Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you.

 _Bed._ Not to be gone from hence; for once I read
 That stout Pendragon in his litter sick   ·acb095·
 Came to the field and vanquished his foes:
 Methinks I should revive the soldiers’ hearts,
 Because I ever found them as myself.

 _Tal._ Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!   [acb099]
 Then be it so: heavens keep old Bedford safe!   ·acb100·
 And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,
 But gather we our forces out of hand
 And set upon our boasting enemy.   [acb103]
               [_Exeunt all but Bedford and Attendants._

    _An alarum: excursions. Enter_ SIR JOHN FASTOLFE _and a_
    Captain.

 _Cap._ Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such haste?   [acb104]

 _Fast._ Whither away! to save myself by flight:   ·acb105·
 We are like to have the overthrow again.

 _Cap._ What! will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot?

 _Fast._                                           Ay,   [acb107]
 All the Talbots in the world, to save my life.      [_Exit_

 _Cap._ Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee!      [_Exit._

    _Retreat: excursions._ LA PUCELLE, ALENÇON _and_ CHARLES
    _fly_.

 _Bed._ Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please,   ·acb110·
 For I have seen our enemies’ overthrow.
 What is the trust or strength of foolish man?
 They that of late were daring with their scoffs
 Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.
               [_Bedford dies, and is carried in by two in his chair._

    _An alarum. Re-enter_ TALBOT, BURGUNDY, _and the rest_.

 _Tal._ Lost, and recover’d in a day again!   [acb115]
 This is a double honour, Burgundy:
 Yet heavens have glory for this victory!   [acb117]

 _Bur._ Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy   [acb118]
 Enshrines thee in his heart and there erects
 Thy noble deeds as valour’s monuments.   ·acb120·

 _Tal._ Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle now?
 I think her old familiar is asleep:
 Now where’s the Bastard’s braves, and Charles his gleeks?   [acb123]
 What, all amort? Rouen hangs her head for grief
 That such a valiant company are fled.   ·acb125·
 Now will we take some order in the town,
 Placing therein some expert officers,
 And then depart to Paris to the king,
 For there young Henry with his nobles lie.   [acb129]

 _Bur._ What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgundy.   ·acb130·

 _Tal._ But yet, before we go, let’s not forget
 The noble Duke of Bedford late deceased,
 But see his exequies fulfill’d in Rouen:
 A braver soldier never couched lance,
 A gentler heart did never sway in court;   ·acb135·
 But kings and mightiest potentates must die,
 For that’s the end of human misery.             [_Exeunt._


SCENE III. _The plains near Rouen_.

_Enter_ CHARLES, _the_ BASTARD _of Orleans,_ ALENÇON, LA
PUCELLE, _and forces_.

 _Puc._ Dismay not, princes, at this accident,   [acc001]
 Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered:
 Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,   [acc003]
 For things that are not to be remedied.
 Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while   ·acc005·
 And like a peacock sweep along his tail;
 We’ll pull his plumes and take away his train,
 If Dauphin and the rest will be but ruled.

 _Char._ We have been guided by thee hitherto
 And of thy cunning had no diffidence:   ·acc010·
 One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.

 _Bast._ Search out thy wit for secret policies,
 And we will make thee famous through the world.

 _Alen._ We’ll set thy statue in some holy place,
 And have thee reverenced like a blessed saint:   ·acc015·
 Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good.

 _Puc._ Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise:
 By fair persuasions mix’d with sugar’d words
 We will entice the Duke of Burgundy
 To leave the Talbot and to follow us.   ·acc020·

 _Char._ Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that,
 France were no place for Henry’s warriors;
 Nor should that nation boast it so with us,   [acc023]
 But be extirped from our provinces.

 _Alen._ For ever should they be expulsed from France   ·acc025·
 And not have title of an earldom here.

 _Puc._ Your honours shall perceive how I will work
 To bring this matter to the wished end.
               [_Drum sounds afar off._
 Hark! by the sound of drum you may perceive
 Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.   [acc030]

    _Here sound an English march. Enter, and pass over
    at a distance,_ TALBOT _and his forces._

 There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread,
 And all the troops of English after him.   [acc032]

   _French march. Enter the_ DUKE OF BURGUNDY _and forces._

 Now in the rearward comes the duke and his:
 Fortune in favour makes him lag behind.   [acc036]
 Summon a parley; we will talk with him.   ·acc035·
               [_Trumpets sound a parley._

 _Char._ A parley with the Duke of Burgundy!

 _Bur._ Who craves a parley with the Burgundy?

 _Puc._ The princely Charles of France, thy countryman.

 _Bur._ What say’st thou, Charles? for I am marching hence.

 _Char._ Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words.   ·acc040·

 _Puc._ Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France!
 Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee.

 _Bur._ Speak on; but be not over-tedious.

 _Puc._ Look on thy country, look on fertile France,
 And see the cities and the towns defaced   [acc045]
 By wasting ruin of the cruel foe.
 As looks the mother on her lowly babe   [acc047]
 When death doth close his tender dying eyes,   [acc048]
 See, see the pining malady of France;
 Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds,   ·acc050·
 Which thou thyself hast given her woful breast.
 O, turn thy edged sword another way;
 Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help.
 One drop of blood drawn from thy country’s bosom
 Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore:   [acc055]
 Return thee therefore with a flood of tears,
 And wash away thy country’s stained spots.

 _Bur._ Either she hath bewitch’d me with her words,
 Or nature makes me suddenly relent.

 _Puc._ Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee,   [acc060]
 Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny.
 Who join’st thou with but with a lordly nation   [acc062]
 That will not trust thee but for profit’s sake?
 When Talbot hath set footing once in France
 And fashion’d thee that instrument of ill,   ·acc065·
 Who then but English Henry will be lord
 And thou be thrust out like a fugitive?
 Call we to mind, and mark but this for proof,
 Was not the Duke of Orleans thy foe?
 And was he not in England prisoner?   ·acc070·
 But when they heard he was thine enemy,
 They set him free without his ransom paid,
 In spite of Burgundy and all his friends.
 See, then, thou fight’st against thy countrymen
 And join’st with them will be thy slaughter-men.   ·acc075·
 Come, come, return; return, thou wandering lord;
 Charles and the rest will take thee in their arms.

 _Bur._ I am vanquished; these haughty words of hers   [acc078]
 Have batter’d me like roaring cannon-shot,
 And made me almost yield upon my knees.   ·acc080·
 Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen,
 And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace:
 My forces and my power of men are yours:
 So farewell, Talbot; I’ll no longer trust thee.

 _Puc._ [_Aside_] Done like a Frenchman: turn, and turn
               again!   [acc085]

 _Char._ Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes us fresh.

 _Bast._ And doth beget new courage in our breasts.

 _Alen._ Pucelle hath bravely play’d her part in this,
 And doth deserve a coronet of gold.

 _Char._ Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers,   [acc090]
 And seek how we may prejudice the foe.              [_Exeunt._


SCENE IV. _Paris. The Palace_.

_Enter the_ KING, GLOUCESTER, BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, YORK,
SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WARWICK, EXETER: VERNON, BASSET, _and
others. To them with his_ Soldiers, TALBOT.

 _Tal._ My gracious prince, and honourable peers,   [acd001]
 Hearing of your arrival in this realm,
 I have awhile given truce unto my wars,
 To do my duty to my sovereign:
 In sign whereof, this arm, that hath reclaim’d   ·acd005·
 To your obedience fifty fortresses,
 Twelve cities and seven walled towns of strength,
 Beside five hundred prisoners of esteem,   [acd008]
 Lets fall his sword before your highness’ feet,
 And with submissive loyalty of heart   ·acd010·
 Ascribes the glory of his conquest got
 First to my God and next unto your grace.   [acd012]
               [_Kneels._

 _King._ Is this the Lord Talbot, uncle Gloucester,   [acd013]
 That hath so long been resident in France?

 _Glou._ Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege.   ·acd015·

 _King._ Welcome, brave captain and victorious lord!
 When I was young, as yet I am not old,
 I do remember how my father said
 A stouter champion never handled sword.
 Long since we were resolved of your truth,   [acd020]
 Your faithful service and your toil in war;
 Yet never have you tasted our reward,   [acd022]
 Or been reguerdon’d with so much as thanks,
 Because till now we never saw your face:
 Therefore, stand up; and, for these good deserts,   ·acd025·
 We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury;
 And in our coronation take your place.
               [_Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt all but Vernon and Basset._

 _Ver._ Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea,
 Disgracing of these colours that I wear
 In honour of my noble Lord of York:--   ·acd030·
 Darest thou maintain the former words thou spakest?

 _Bas._ Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage
 The envious barking of your saucy tongue
 Against my lord the Duke of Somerset.   [acd034]

 _Ver._ Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is.   ·acd035·

 _Bas._ Why, what is he? as good a man as York.

 _Ver_. Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye that.   [acd037]
               [_Strikes him._

 _Bas._ Villain, thou know’st the law of arms is such   [acd038]
 That whoso draws a sword, ’tis present death,   [acd039]
 Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood.   ·acd040·
 But I’ll unto his majesty, and crave
 I may have liberty to venge this wrong;
 When thou shalt see I’ll meet thee to thy cost.

 _Ver._ Well, miscreant, I’ll be there as soon as you;
 And, after, meet you sooner than you would.   ·acd045·
               [_Exeunt._


ACT IV.


SCENE I. _Paris. A hall of state_.

_Enter the_ KING, GLOUCESTER, BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, YORK,
SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WARWICK, TALBOT, EXETER, _the_ Governor of
Paris, _and others_.

 _Glou._ Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head.   [ada001]

 _Win._ God save King Henry, of that name the sixth!

 _Glou._ Now, governor of Paris, take your oath,   [ada003]
 That you elect no other king but him;
 Esteem none friends but such as are his friends,   ·ada005·
 And none your foes but such as shall pretend
 Malicious practices against his state:
 This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!   [ada008]

    _Enter_ SIR JOHN FASTOLFE.

 _Fast._ My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais,
 To haste unto your coronation,   ·ada010·
 A letter was deliver’d to my hands,
 Writ to your grace from the Duke of Burgundy.

 _Tal._ Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee!
 I vow’d, base knight, when I did meet thee next,   [ada014]
 To tear the garter from thy craven’s leg,   [ada015]
               [_Plucking it off._
 Which I have done, because unworthily
 Thou wast installed in that high degree.
 Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest:   [ada018]
 This dastard, at the battle of Patay,   [ada019]
 When but in all I was six thousand strong   ·ada020·
 And that the French were almost ten to one,
 Before we met or that a stroke was given,
 Like to a trusty squire did run away:
 In which assault we lost twelve hundred men:
 Myself and divers gentlemen beside   ·ada025·
 Were there surprised and taken prisoners.
 Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss;
 Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
 This ornament of knighthood, yea or no.

 _Glou_. To say the truth, this fact was infamous   ·ada030·
 And ill beseeming any common man,
 Much more a knight, a captain and a leader.

 _Tal_. When first this order was ordain’d, my lords,
 Knights of the garter were of noble birth,
 Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage,   ·ada035·
 Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
 Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress,
 But always resolute in most extremes.   [ada038]
 He then that is not furnish’d in this sort
 Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,   ·ada040·
 Profaning this most honourable order,
 And should, if I were worthy to be judge,
 Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain
 That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.

 _King_. Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear’st thy doom!   ·ada045·
 Be packing, therefore, thou that wast a knight:
 Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.   [ada047]
               [_Exit Fastolfe._
 And now, my lord protector, view the letter   [ada048]
 Sent from our uncle Duke of Burgundy.

 _Glou._ What means his grace, that he hath changed his
               style?   ·ada050·
 No more but, plain and bluntly, ‘To the king!’   [ada051]
 Hath he forgot he is his sovereign?
 Or doth this churlish superscription
 Pretend some alteration in good will?   [ada054]
 What’s here? [_Reads_] ‘I have, upon especial cause,   [ada055]
 Moved with compassion of my country’s wreck,   [ada056]
 Together with the pitiful complaints
 Of such as your oppression feeds upon,
 Forsaken your pernicious faction
 And join’d with Charles, the rightful King of France.’   ·ada060·
 O monstrous treachery! can this be so,
 That in alliance, amity and oaths,
 There should be found such false dissembling guile?

 _King._ What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?

 _Glou._ He doth, my lord, and is become your foe.   [ada065]

 _King._ Is that the worst this letter doth contain?

 _Glou._ It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.

 _King._ Why, then, Lord Talbot there shall talk with him
 And give him chastisement for this abuse.
 How say you, my lord? are you not content?   [ada070]

 _Tal._ Content, my liege! yes, but that I am prevented,   [ada071]
 I should have begg’d I might have been employ’d.

 _King._ Then gather strength, and march unto him straight:
 Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason
 And what offence it is to flout his friends.   ·ada075·

 _Tal._ I go, my lord, in heart desiring still
 You may behold confusion of your foes. [_Exit._   [ada077]

    _Enter_ VERNON _and_ BASSET.

 _Ver._ Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign.   [ada078]

 _Bas._ And me, my lord, grant me the combat too.

 _York._ This is my servant: hear him, noble prince.   ·ada080·

 _Som._ And this is mine: sweet Henry, favour him.

 _K. Hen._ Be patient, lords; and give them leave to speak.
 Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim?
 And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom?

 _Ver._ With him, my lord; for he hath done me wrong.   ·ada085·

 _Bas._ And I with him; for he hath done me wrong.

 _K. Hen._ What is that wrong whereof you both complain?   [ada087]
 First let me know, and then I’ll answer you.

 _Bas._ Crossing the sea from England into France,
 This fellow here, with envious carping tongue,   [ada090]
 Upbraided me about the rose I wear;
 Saying, the sanguine colour of the leaves
 Did represent my master’s blushing cheeks,   [ada093]
 When stubbornly he did repugn the truth
 About a certain question in the law   ·ada095·
 Argued betwixt the Duke of York and him;
 With other vile and ignominious terms:
 In confutation of which rude reproach
 And in defence of my lord’s worthiness,
 I crave the benefit of law of arms.   ·ada100·

 _Ver._ And that is my petition, noble lord:   [ada101]
 For though he seem with forged quaint conceit
 To set a gloss upon his bold intent,
 Yet know, my lord, I was provoked by him;
 And he first took exceptions at this badge,   ·ada105·
 Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower
 Bewray’d the faintness of my master’s heart.

 _York._ Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?

 _Som._ Your private grudge, my Lord of York, will out,
 Though ne’er so cunningly you smother it.   ·ada110·

 _K. Hen._ Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men,
 When for so slight and frivolous a cause
 Such factious emulations shall arise!   [ada113]
 Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,
 Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.   [ada115]

 _York._ Let this dissension first be tried by fight,
 And then your highness shall command a peace.

 _Som._ The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
 Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.

 _York._ There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.   ·ada120·

 _Ver._ Nay, let it rest where it began at first.

 _Bas._ Confirm it so, mine honourable lord.

 _Glou._ Confirm it so! Confounded be your strife!
 And perish ye, with your audacious prate!
 Presumptuous vassals, are you not ashamed   ·ada125·
 With this immodest clamorous outrage
 To trouble and disturb the king and us?
 And you, my lords, methinks you do not well
 To bear with their perverse objections;
 Much less to take occasion from their mouths   ·ada130·
 To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves:
 Let me persuade you take a better course.

 _Exe._ It grieves his highness: good my lords, be friends.   [ada133]

 _K. Hen._ Come hither, you that would be combatants:
 Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favour,   ·ada135·
 Quite to forget this quarrel and the cause.
 And you, my lords, remember where we are;
 In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation:
 If they perceive dissension in our looks
 And that within ourselves we disagree,   ·ada140·
 How will their grudging stomachs be provoked
 To wilful disobedience, and rebel!
 Beside, what infamy will there arise,
 When foreign princes shall be certified
 That for a toy, a thing of no regard,   ·ada145·
 King Henry’s peers and chief nobility
 Destroy’d themselves, and lost the realm of France!
 O, think upon the conquest of my father,
 My tender years, and let us not forego
 That for a trifle that was bought with blood!   [ada150]
 Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.   [ada151]
 I see no reason, if I wear this rose,   [ada152]
               [_Putting on a red rose._
 That any one should therefore be suspicious
 I more incline to Somerset than York:
 Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both:   ·ada155·
 As well they may upbraid me with my crown,
 Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown’d.
 But your discretions better can persuade
 Than I am able to instruct or teach:
 And therefore, as we hither came in peace,   ·ada160·
 So let us still continue peace and love.
 Cousin of York, we institute your grace
 To be our regent in these parts of France:
 And, good my Lord of Somerset, unite
 Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot;   ·ada165·
 And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors,
 Go cheerfully together and digest   [ada167]
 Your angry choler on your enemies.
 Ourself, my lord protector and the rest
 After some respite will return to Calais;   ·ada170·
 From thence to England; where I hope ere long
 To be presented, by your victories,
 With Charles, Alençon and that traitorous rout.   [ada173]
               [_Flourish. Exeunt all but York, Warwick, Exeter
                 and Vernon._

 _War._ My Lord of York, I promise you, the king
 Prettily, methought, did play the orator.   [ada175]

 _York._ And so he did; but yet I like it not,
 In that he wears the badge of Somerset.

 _War._ Tush, that was but his fancy, blame him not;
 I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.

 _York._ An if I wist he did,--but let it rest;   [ada180]
 Other affairs must now be managed.   [ada181]
               [_Exeunt all but Exeter._

 _Exe._ Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice;
 For, had the passions of thy heart burst out,
 I fear we should have seen decipher’d there
 More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,   ·ada185·
 Than yet can be imagined or supposed.
 But howsoe’er, no simple man that sees
 This jarring discord of nobility,
 This shouldering of each other in the court,
 This factious bandying of their favourites,   ·ada190·
 But that it doth presage some ill event.   [ada191]
 ’Tis much when sceptres are in children’s hands;
 But more when envy breeds unkind division;   [ada193]
 There comes the ruin, there begins confusion.   [ada194]
               [_Exit._


SCENE II. _Before Bourdeaux_.

_Enter_ TALBOT, _with trump and drum_.

 _Tal._ Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter;   [adb001]
 Summon their general unto the wall.   [adb002]

    _Trumpet sounds. Enter_ General _and others, aloft._

 English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth,   [adb003]
 Servant in arms to Harry King of England;
 And thus he would: Open your city-gates;   ·adb005·
 Be humble to us; call my sovereign yours,   [adb006]
 And do him homage as obedient subjects;
 And I’ll withdraw me and my bloody power:
 But, if you frown upon this proffer’d peace,
 You tempt the fury of my three attendants,   ·adb010·
 Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire;
 Who in a moment even with the earth
 Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers,
 If you forsake the offer of their love.   [adb014]

 _Gen._ Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,   ·adb015·
 Our nation’s terror and their bloody scourge!
 The period of thy tyranny approacheth.
 On us thou canst not enter but by death;
 For, I protest, we are well fortified
 And strong enough to issue out and fight:   ·adb020·
 If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed,
 Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee:   [adb022]
 On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch’d,
 To wall thee from the liberty of flight;
 And no way canst thou turn thee for redress,   ·adb025·
 But death doth front thee with apparent spoil
 And pale destruction meets thee in the face.
 Ten thousand French have ta’en the sacrament   [adb028]
 To rive their dangerous artillery   [adb029]
 Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot.   ·adb030·
 Lo, there thou stand’st, a breathing valiant man,
 Of an invincible unconquer’d spirit!
 This is the latest glory of thy praise
 That I, thy enemy, due thee withal;   [adb034]
 For ere the glass, that now begins to run,   ·adb035·
 Finish the process of his sandy hour,
 These eyes, that see thee now well ,
 Shall see thee wither’d, bloody, pale and dead.   [adb038]
               [_Drum afar off._
 Hark! hark! the Dauphin’s drum, a warning bell,
 Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul;   ·adb040·
 And mine shall ring thy dire departure out.   [adb041]
               [_Exeunt General, &c._

 _Tal._ He fables not; I hear the enemy:
 Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings.
 O, negligent and heedless discipline!
 How are we park’d and bounded in a pale,   ·adb045·
 A little herd of England’s timorous deer,
 Mazed with a yelping kennel of French curs!
 If we be English deer, be then in blood;
 Not rascal-like, to fall down with a pinch,
 But rather, moody-mad and desperate stags,   [adb050]
 Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel
 And make the cowards stand aloof at bay:
 Sell every man his life as dear as mine,   [adb053]
 And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends.
 God and Saint George, Talbot and England’s right,   ·adb055·
 Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight!   [adb056]
               [_Exeunt._


SCENE III. _Plains in Gascony_.

_Enter a_ Messenger _that meets_ YORK. _Enter_ YORK _with trumpet
and many_ Soldiers.

 _York._ Are not the speedy scouts return’d again,   [adc001]
 That dogg’d the mighty army of the Dauphin?

 _Mess_. They are return’d, my lord, and give it out
 That he is march’d to Bourdeaux with his power,
 To fight with Talbot: as he march’d along,   [adc005]
 By your espials were discovered
 Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led,
 Which join’d with him and made their march for Bourdeaux.

 _York._ A plague upon that villain Somerset,
 That thus delays my promised supply   ·adc010·
 Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege!   [adc011]
 Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid,
 And I am lowted by a traitor villain   [adc013]
 And cannot help the noble chevalier:
 God comfort him in this necessity!   ·adc015·
 If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.   [adc016]

    _Enter_ Sir WILLIAM LUCY.

 _Lucy._ Thou princely leader of our English strength,   [adc017]
 Never so needful on the earth of France,
 Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot,
 Who now is girdled with a waist of iron   [adc020]
 And hemm’d about with grim destruction:
 To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York!
 Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England’s honour.

 _York._ O God, that Somerset, who in proud heart
 Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot’s place!   ·adc025·
 So should we save a valiant gentleman
 By forfeiting a traitor and a coward.
 Mad ire and wrathful fury makes me weep,
 That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep.

 _Lucy._ O, send some succour to the distress’d lord!   [adc030]

 _York._ He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word;
 We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get;
 All ’long of this vile traitor Somerset.   [adc033]

 _Lucy._ Then God take mercy on brave Talbot’s soul;
 And on his son young John, who two hours since   ·adc035·
 I met in travel toward his warlike father!   [adc036]
 This seven years did not Talbot see his son;
 And now they meet where both their lives are done.

 _York._ Alas, what joy shall noble Talbot have
 To bid his young son welcome to his grave?   [adc040]
 Away! vexation almost stops my breath,
 That sunder’d friends greet in the hour of death.   [adc042]
 Lucy, farewell: no more my fortune can,
 But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.
 Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away,   ·adc045·
 ’Long all of Somerset and his delay.   [adc046]
               [_Exit, with his soldiers._

 _Lucy._ Thus, while the vulture of sedition
 Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders,
 Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss   [adc049]
 The conquest of our scarce cold conqueror,   [adc050]
 That ever living man of memory,
 Henry the Fifth: whiles they each other cross,   [adc052]
 Lives, honours, lands and all hurry to loss.   [adc053]
               [_Exit._


SCENE IV. _Other plains in Gascony_.

_Enter_ SOMERSET, _with his army; a_ Captain _of_ TALBOT’S _with him_.

 _Som._ It is too late; I cannot send them now:   [add001]
 This expedition was by York and Talbot
 Too rashly plotted: all our general force
 Might with a sally of the very town
 Be buckled with: the over-daring Talbot   ·add005·
 Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour
 By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure:
 York set him on to fight and die in shame,
 That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name.

 _Cap._ Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me   ·add010·
 Set from our o’er-match’d forces forth for aid.   [add011]

    _Enter_ Sir William Lucy.

 _Som._ How now, Sir William! whither were you sent?   [add012]

 _Lucy._ Whither, my lord? from bought and sold Lord Talbot;   [add013]
 Who, ring’d about with bold adversity,
 Cries out for noble York and Somerset,   ·add015·
 To beat assailing death from his weak legions:   [add016]
 And whiles the honourable captain there   [add017]
 Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs,
 And, in advantage lingering, looks for rescue,   [add019]
 You, his false hopes, the trust of England’s honour,   ·add020·
 Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.
 Let not your private discord keep away
 The levied succours that should lend him aid,   [add023]
 While he, renowned noble gentleman,
 Yields up his life unto a world of odds:   [add025]
 Orleans the Bastard, Charles, Burgundy,   [add026]
 Alençon, Reignier, compass him about,   [add027]
 And Talbot perisheth by your default.

 _Som._ York set him on; York should have sent him aid.

 _Lucy._ And York as fast upon your grace exclaims;   ·add030·
 Swearing that you withhold his levied host,   [add031]
 Collected for this expedition.

 _Som._ York lies; he might have sent and had the horse:
 I owe him little duty, and less love;
 And take foul scorn to fawn on him by sending.   ·add035·

 _Lucy._ The fraud of England, not the force of France,
 Hath now entrapp’d the noble-minded Talbot:
 Never to England shall he bear his life;
 But dies, betray’d to fortune by your strife.

 _Som._ Come, go; I will dispatch the horsemen straight:   ·add040·
 Within six hours they will be at his aid.

 _Lucy._ Too late comes rescue: he is ta’en or slain;   [add042]
 For fly he could not, if he would have fled;
 And fly would Talbot never, though he might.   [add044]

 _Som._ If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu!   ·add045·

 _Lucy._ His fame lives in the world, his shame in you.
               [_Exeunt._


SCENE V. _The English camp near Bourdeaux_.

_Enter_ TALBOT _and_ JOHN _his son_.

 _Tal._ O young John Talbot! I did send for thee   [ade001]
 To tutor thee in stratagems of war,
 That Talbot’s name might be in thee revived
 When sapless age and weak unable limbs
 Should bring thy father to his drooping chair.   ·ade005·
 But, O malignant and ill-boding stars!
 Now thou art come unto a feast of death,   [ade007]
 A terrible and unavoided danger:
 Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse;   [ade009]
 And I’ll direct thee how thou shalt escape   ·ade010·
 By sudden flight: come, dally not, be gone.

 _John._ Is my name Talbot? and am I your son?
 And shall I fly? O, if you love my mother,   [ade013]
 Dishonour not her honourable name,
 To make a bastard and a slave of me!   ·ade015·
 The world will say, he is not Talbot’s blood,
 That basely fled when noble Talbot stood.

 _Tal._ Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain.

 _John._ He that flies so will ne’er return again.

 _Tal._ If we both stay, we both are sure to die.   ·ade020·

 _John._ Then let me stay; and, father, do you fly:
 Your loss is great, so your regard should be;
 My worth unknown, no loss is known in me.
 Upon my death the French can little boast;
 In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost.   ·ade025·
 Flight cannot stain the honour you have won;
 But mine it will, that no exploit have done:
 You fled for vantage, every one will swear;
 But, if I bow, they’ll say it was for fear.   [ade029]
 There is no hope that ever I will stay,   ·ade030·
 If the first hour I shrink and run away.
 Here on my knee I beg mortality,
 Rather than life preserved with infamy.

 _Tal._ Shall all thy mother’s hopes lie in one tomb?

 _John._ Ay, rather than I’ll shame my mother’s womb.   ·ade035·

 _Tal._ Upon my blessing, I command thee go.

 _John._ To fight I will, but not to fly the foe.   [ade037]

 _Tal._ Part of thy father may be saved in thee.

 _John._ No part of him but will be shame in me.   [ade039]

 _Tal._ Thou never hadst renown, nor canst not lose it.   [ade040]

 _John._ Yes, your renowned name: shall flight abuse it?

 _Tal._ Thy father’s charge shall clear thee from that stain.   [ade042]

 _John._ You cannot witness for me, being slain.
 If death be so apparent, then both fly.

 _Tal._ And leave my followers here to fight and die?   ·ade045·
 My age was never tainted with such shame.

 _John._ And shall my youth be guilty of such blame?
 No more can I be sever’d from your side,   [ade048]
 Than can yourself yourself in twain divide:
 Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I;   ·ade050·
 For live I will not, if my father die.

 _Tal._ Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son,   [ade052]
 Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon.
 Come, side by side together live and die;
 And soul with soul from France to heaven fly.  [_Exeunt._   [ade055]


SCENE VI. _A field of battle_.

_Alarum: excursions, wherein_ TALBOT’S Son _is hemmed about,
and_ TALBOT _rescues him_.

 _Tal._ Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, fight:   [adf001]
 The regent hath with Talbot broke his word
 And left us to the rage of France his sword.   [adf003]
 Where is John Talbot? Pause, and take thy breath;
 I gave thee life and rescued thee from death.   ·adf005·

 _John._ O, twice my father, twice am I thy son!   [adf006]
 The life thou gavest me first was lost and done,
 Till with thy warlike sword, despite of fate,
 To my determined time thou gavest new date.

 _Tal._ When from the Dauphin’s crest thy sword struck fire,   ·adf010·
 It warm’d thy father’s heart with proud desire
 Of bold-faced victory. Then leaden age,
 Quicken’d with youthful spleen and warlike rage,
 Beat down Alençon, Orleans, Burgundy,
 And from the pride of Gallia rescued thee.   ·adf015·
 The ireful bastard Orleans, that drew blood
 From thee, my boy, and had the maidenhood
 Of thy first fight, I soon encountered,
 And interchanging blows I quickly shed
 Some of his bastard blood; and in disgrace   [adf020]
 Bespoke him thus; ‘Contaminated base
 And misbegotten blood I spill of thine,
 Mean and right poor, for that pure blood of mine
 Which thou didst force from Talbot, my brave boy:’
 Here, purposing the Bastard to destroy,   ·adf025·
 Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father’s care,
 Art thou not weary, John? how dost thou fare?
 Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly,
 Now thou art seal’d the son of chivalry?
 Fly, to revenge my death when I am dead:   ·adf030·
 The help of one stands me in little stead.
 O, too much folly is it, well I wot,
 To hazard all our lives in one small boat!
 If I to-day die not with Frenchmen’s rage,
 To-morrow I shall die with mickle age:   [adf035]
 By me they nothing gain an if I stay;   [adf036]
 ’Tis but the shortening of my life one day:
 In thee thy mother dies, our household’s name,
 My death’s revenge, thy youth, and England’s fame:
 All these and more we hazard by thy stay;   ·adf040·
 All these are saved if thou wilt fly away.

 _John._ The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart;
 These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart:
 On that advantage, bought with such a shame,   [adf044]
 To save a paltry life and slay bright fame,   ·adf045·
 Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly,
 The coward horse that bears me fall and die!
 And like me to the peasant boys of France,   [adf048]
 To be shame’s scorn and subject of mischance!
 Surely, by all the glory you have won,   ·adf050·
 An if I fly, I am not Talbot’s son:   [adf051]
 Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot;
 If son to Talbot, die at Talbot’s foot.

 _Tal._ Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete,
 Thou Icarus; thy life to me is sweet:   ·adf055·
 If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father’s side;
 And, commendable proved, let’s die in pride.  [_Exeunt._   [adf057]


SCENE VII. _Another part of the field_.

_Alarum: excursions. Enter old_ TALBOT _led by a_ Servant.

 _Tal._ Where is my other life? mine own is gone;   [adg001]
 O, where’s young Talbot? where is valiant John?
 Triumphant death, smear’d with captivity,   [adg003]
 Young Talbot’s valour makes me smile at thee:
 When he perceived me shrink and on my knee,   ·adg005·
 His bloody sword he brandish’d over me,
 And, like a hungry lion, did commence
 Rough deeds of rage and stern impatience;
 But when my angry guardant stood alone,
 Tendering my ruin and assail’d of none,   [adg010]
 Dizzy-eyed fury and great rage of heart
 Suddenly made him from my side to start
 Into the clustering battle of the French;
 And in that sea of blood my boy did drench
 His over-mounting spirit, and there died,   ·adg015·
 My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.

 _Serv._ O my dear lord, lo, where your son is borne!   [adg017]

    _Enter_ Soldiers, _with the body of young_ TALBOT.

 _Tal._ Thou antic death, which laugh’st us here to scorn,
 Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,
 Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,   ·adg020·
 Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky,   [adg021]
 In thy despite shall ’scape mortality.
 O thou, whose wounds become hard-favour’d death,   [adg023]
 Speak to thy father ere thou yield thy breath!
 Brave death by speaking, whether he will or no;   [adg025]
 Imagine him a Frenchman and thy foe.
 Poor boy! he smiles, methinks, as who should say,
 Had death been French, then death had died to-day.
 Come, come and lay him in his father’s arms:
 My spirit can no longer bear these harms.   ·adg030·
 Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have,
 Now my old arms are young John Talbot’s grave.  [_Dies._   [adg032]

    _Enter_ CHARLES, ALENÇON, BURGUNDY, Bastard, LA PUCELLE,
    _and forces_.

 _Char._ Had York and Somerset brought rescue in,   [adg033]
 We should have found a bloody day of this.

 _Bast._ How the young whelp of Talbot’s, raging-wood,   [adg035]
 Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen’s blood!

 _Puc._ Once I encounter’d him, and thus I said:
 ‘Thou maiden youth, be vanquish’d by a maid:’
 But, with a proud majestical high scorn,   [adg039]
 He answer’d thus: ‘Young Talbot was not born   ·adg040·
 To be the pillage of a giglot wench:’
 So, rushing in the bowels of the French,   [adg042]
 He left me proudly, as unworthy fight.

 _Bur._ Doubtless he would have made a noble knight:
 See, where he lies inhearsed in the arms   ·adg045·
 Of the most bloody nurser of his harms!   [adg046]

 _Bast._ Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder,
 Whose life was England’s glory, Gallia’s wonder.

 _Char._ O, no, forbear! for that which we have fled
 During the life, let us not wrong it dead.   [adg050]

    _Enter_ Sir WILLIAM LUCY, _attended;_ Herald _of the_
    French _preceding_.

 _Lucy._ Herald, conduct me to the Dauphin’s tent,   [adg051]
 To know who hath obtain’d the glory of the day.   [adg052]

 _Char._ On what submissive message art thou sent?

 _Lucy._ Submission, Dauphin! ’tis a mere French word;
 We English warriors wot not what it means.   ·adg055·
 I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta’en
 And to survey the bodies of the dead.

 _Char._ For prisoners ask’st thou? hell our prison is.
 But tell me whom thou seek’st.   [adg059]

 _Lucy._ But where’s the great Alcides of the field,   [adg060]
 Valiant Lord Talbot, Earl of Shrewsbury,   [adg061]
 Created, for his rare success in arms,
 Great Earl of Washford, Waterford and Valence;
 Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield,
 Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdun of Alton,   ·adg065·
 Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, Lord Furnival of Sheffield,   [adg066]
 The thrice-victorious Lord of Falconbridge;
 Knight of the noble order of Saint George,
 Worthy Saint Michael and the Golden Fleece;
 Great marshal to Henry the Sixth   [adg070]
 Of all his wars within the realm of France?

 _Puc._ Here is a silly stately style indeed!   [adg072]
 The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath,
 Writes not so tedious a style as this.
 Him that thou magnifiest with all these titles   [adg075]
 Stinking and fly-blown lies here at our feet.

 _Lucy._ Is Talbot slain, the Frenchmen’s only scourge,
 Your kingdom’s terror and black Nemesis?
 O, were mine eye-balls into bullets turn’d,
 That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!   ·adg080·
 O, that I could but call these dead to life!
 It were enough to fright the realm of France:
 Were but his picture left amongst you here,   [adg083]
 It would amaze the proudest of you all.
 Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence   [adg085]
 And give them burial as beseems their worth.

 _Puc._ I think this upstart is old Talbot’s ghost,
 He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit.   [adg088]
 For God’s sake, let him have ’em; to keep them here,   [adg089]
 They would but stink, and putrefy the air.   ·adg090·

 _Char._ Go, take their bodies hence.

 _Lucy._ I’ll bear them hence; but from their ashes shall be
               rear’d   [adg092]
 A phœnix that shall make all France afeard.

 _Char._ So we be rid of them, do with ’em what thou wilt.   [adg094]
 And now to Paris, in this conquering vein:   ·adg095·
 All will be ours, now bloody Talbot’s slain.   [adg096]
               [_Exeunt._


ACT V.


SCENE I. _London. The palace_.

_Sennet. Enter_ KING, GLOUCESTER, _and_ EXETER.

 _King._ Have you perused the letters from the pope,   [aea001]
 The emperor and the Earl of Armagnac?   [aea002]

 _Glou._ I have, my lord: and their intent is this:
 They humbly sue unto your excellence
 To have a godly peace concluded of   ·aea005·
 Between the realms of England and of France.

 _King._ How doth your grace affect their motion?   [aea007]

 _Glou._ Well, my good lord; and as the only means
 To stop effusion of our Christian blood   [aea009]
 And stablish quietness on every side.   ·aea010·

 _King._ Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought
 It was both impious and unnatural
 That such immanity and bloody strife
 Should reign among professors of one faith.

 _Glou._ Beside, my lord, the sooner to effect   ·aea015·
 And surer bind this knot of amity,   [aea016]
 The Earl of Armagnac, near knit to Charles,   [aea017]
 A man of great authority in France,
 Proffers his only daughter to your grace
 In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry.   [aea020]

 _King._ Marriage, uncle! alas, my years are young!   [aea021]
 And fitter is my study and my books
 Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.
 Yet call the ambassadors; and, as you please,
 So let them have their answers every one:   ·aea025·
 I shall be well content with any choice
 Tends to God’s glory and my country’s weal.   [aea027]

    _Enter_ WINCHESTER _in Cardinal’s habit, a_ Legate _and two_
    Ambassadors.

 _Exe._ What! is my Lord of Winchester install’d,
 And call’d unto a cardinal’s degree?
 Then I perceive that will be verified   ·aea030·
 Henry the Fifth did sometime prophesy,
 ‘If once he come to be a cardinal,
 He’ll make his cap co-equal with the crown.’

 _King._ My lords ambassadors, your several suits
 Have been consider’d and debated on.   ·aea035·
 Your purpose is both good and reasonable;
 And therefore are we certainly resolved
 To draw conditions of a friendly peace;
 Which by my Lord of Winchester we mean   [aea039]
 Shall be transported presently to France.   ·aea040·

 _Glou._ And for the proffer of my lord your master,
 I have inform’d his highness so at large
 As liking of the lady’s virtuous gifts,
 Her beauty and the value of her dower,
 He doth intend she shall be England’s queen.   ·aea045·

 _King._ In argument and proof of which contract,   [aea046]
 Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affection.
 And so, my lord protector, see them guarded
 And safely brought to Dover; where inshipp’d   [aea049]
 Commit them to the fortune of the sea.   [aea050]
               [_Exeunt all but Winchester and Legate._

 _Win._ Stay, my lord legate: you shall first receive
 The sum of money which I promised
 Should be deliver’d to his holiness   [aea053]
 For clothing me in these grave ornaments.   [aea054]

 _Leg._ I will attend upon your lordship’s leisure.   [aea055]

 _Win._ [_Aside_] Now Winchester will not submit, I trow,   [aea056]
 Or be inferior to the proudest peer.
 Humphrey of Gloucester, thou shalt well perceive
 That, neither in birth or for authority,   [aea059]
 The bishop will be overborne by thee:   [aea060]
 I’ll either make thee stoop and bend thy knee,
 Or sack this country with a mutiny.  [_Exeunt._   [aea062]


SCENE II. _France._ _Plains in Anjou_.

_Enter_ CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENÇON, BASTARD, REIGNIER,
LA PUCELLE, _and Forces_.

 _Char._ These news, my lords, may cheer our drooping
               spirits:   [aeb001]
 ’Tis said the stout Parisians do revolt
 And turn again unto the warlike French.   [aeb003]

 _Alen._ Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France,
 And keep not back your powers in dalliance.   [aeb005]

 _Puc._ Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us;
 Else, ruin combat with their palaces!   [aeb007]

    _Enter_ Scout.

 _Scout._ Success unto our valiant general,
 And happiness to his accomplices!

 _Char._ What tidings send our scouts? I prithee, speak.   ·aeb010·

 _Scout._ The English army, that divided was
 Into two parties, is now conjoin’d in one,   [aeb012]
 And means to give you battle presently.

 _Char._ Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is;
 But we will presently provide for them.   ·aeb015·

 _Bur._ I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there:
 Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.

 _Puc._ Of all base passions, fear is most accursed.
 Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine,
 Let Henry fret and all the world repine.   ·aeb020·

 _Char._ Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate!      [_Exeunt._


SCENE III. _Before Angiers_.

_Alarum. Excursions. Enter_ LA PUCELLE.

 _Puc._ The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly.   [aec001]
 Now help, ye charming spells and periapts;
 And ye choice spirits that admonish me
 And give me signs of future accidents.  [_Thunder._   [aec004]
 You speedy helpers, that are substitutes   ·aec005·
 Under the lordly monarch of the north,
 Appear and aid me in this enterprise.   [aec007]

    _Enter_ Fiends.

 This speedy and quick appearance argues proof   [aec008]
 Of your accustom’d diligence to me.
 Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull’d   [aec010]
 Out of the powerful regions under earth,   [aec011]
 Help me this once, that France may get the field.
               [_They walk, and speak not._
 O, hold me not with silence over-long!
 Where I was wont to feed you with my blood,
 I’ll lop a member off and give it you   ·aec015·
 In earnest of a further benefit,
 So you do condescend to help me now.
               [_They hang their heads._
 No hope to have redress? My body shall
 Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit.
               [_They shake their heads._
 Cannot my body nor blood-sacrifice   ·aec020·
 Entreat you to your wonted furtherance?
 Then take my soul, my body, soul and all,
 Before that England give the French the foil.  [_They depart._
 See, they forsake me! Now the time is come
 That France must vail her lofty-plumed crest   [aec025]
 And let her head fall into England’s lap.
 My ancient incantations are too weak,
 And hell too strong for me to buckle with:
 Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust.  [_Exit._

    _Excursions. Re-enter_ LA PUCELLE _fighting hand to hand with_
    YORK: LA PUCELLE _is taken. The French fly_.

 _York._ Damsel of France, I think I have you fast:   [aec030]
 Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms
 And try if they can gain your liberty.   [aec032]
 A goodly prize, fit for the devil’s grace!
 See, how the ugly wench doth bend her brows,
 As if with Circe she would change my shape!   ·aec035·

 _Puc._ Changed to a worser shape thou canst not be.

 _York._ O, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man;
 No shape but his can please your dainty eye.

 _Puc._ A plaguing mischief light on Charles and thee!
 And may ye both be suddenly surprised   ·aec040·
 By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds!

 _York._ Fell banning hag, enchantress, hold thy tongue!

 _Puc._ I prithee, give me leave to curse awhile.

 _York._ Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the stake.   [aec044]
               [_Exeunt._

    _Alarum. Enter_ SUFFOLK, _with_ MARGARET _in his hand_.

 _Suf._ Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.   [aec045]
               [_Gazes on her._
 O fairest beauty, do not fear nor fly!
 For I will touch thee but with reverent hands;   [aec047]
 I kiss these fingers for eternal peace,   [aec048]
 And lay them gently on thy tender side.
 Who art thou? say, that I may honour thee.   [aec050]

 _Mar._ Margaret my name, and daughter to a king,
 The King of Naples, whosoe’er thou art.

 _Suf._ An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call’d.   [aec053]
 Be not offended, nature’s miracle,
 Thou art allotted to be ta’en by me:   ·aec055·
 So doth the swan her downy cygnets save,   [aec056]
 Keeping them prisoner underneath her wings.   [aec057]
 Yet, if this servile usage once offend,
 Go and be free again as Suffolk’s friend.   [aec059]
               [_She is going._
 O, stay! I have no power to let her pass;   [aec060]
 My hand would free her, but my heart says no.
 As plays the sun upon the glassy streams,   [aec062]
 Twinkling another counterfeited beam,
 So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.
 Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak:   ·aec065·
 I’ll call for pen and ink, and write my mind.
 Fie, de la Pole! disable not thyself;
 Hast not a tongue? is she not here?   [aec068]
 Wilt thou be daunted at a woman’s sight?
 Ay, beauty’s princely majesty is such,   [aec070]
 Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough.   [aec071]

 _Mar._ Say, Earl of Suffolk,--if thy name be so--
 What ransom must I pay before I pass?
 For I perceive I am thy prisoner.

 _Suf._ How canst thou tell she will deny thy suit,   [aec075]
 Before thou make a trial of her love?

 _Mar._ Why speak’st thou not? what ransom must I pay?   [aec077]

 _Suf._ She’s beautiful and therefore to be woo’d;
 She is a woman, therefore to be won.

 _Mar._ Wilt thou accept of ransom? yea, or no.

 _Suf._ Fond man, remember that thou hast a wife;   ·aec080·
 Then how can Margaret be thy paramour?

 _Mar._ I were best to leave him, for he will not hear.

 _Suf._ There all is marr’d; there lies a cooling card.   [aec083]

 _Mar._ He talks at random; sure, the man is mad.

 _Suf._ And yet a dispensation may be had.   [aec085]

 _Mar._ And yet I would that you would answer me.

 _Suf._ I’ll win this Lady Margaret. For whom?
 Why, for my king: tush, that’s a wooden thing!   [aec089]

 _Mar._ He talks of wood: it is some carpenter.   ·aec090·

 _Suf._ Yet so my fancy may be satisfied,
 And peace established between these realms.
 But there remains a scruple in that too;
 For though her father be the King of Naples,
 Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor,   [aec095]
 And our nobility will scorn the match.

 _Mar._ Hear ye, captain, are you not at leisure?   [aec097]

 _Suf._ It shall be so, disdain they ne’er so much:
 Henry is youthful and will quickly yield.
 Madam, I have a secret to reveal.   ·aec100·

 _Mar._ What though I be enthrall’d? he seems a knight,
 And will not any way dishonour me.

 _Suf._ Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say.

 _Mar._ Perhaps I shall be rescued by the French;
 And then I need not crave his courtesy.   ·aec105·

 _Suf._ Sweet madam, give me hearing in a cause--   [aec106]

 _Mar._ Tush, women have been captivate ere now.

 _Suf._ Lady, wherefore talk you so?   [aec108]

 _Mar._ I cry you mercy, ’tis but Quid for Quo.

 _Suf._ Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose   [aec110]
 Your bondage happy, to be made a queen?

 _Mar._ To be a queen in bondage is more vile   [aec112]
 Than is a slave in base servility;
 For princes should be free.

 _Suf._                        And so shall you,
 If happy England’s royal king be free.   [aec115]

 _Mar._ Why, what concerns his freedom unto me?

 _Suf._ I’ll undertake to make thee Henry’s queen,
 To put a golden sceptre in thy hand
 And set a precious crown upon thy head,
 If thou wilt condescend to be my--

 _Mar._                             What?   [aec120]

 _Suf._ His love.

 _Mar._ I am unworthy to be Henry’s wife.

 _Suf._ No, gentle madam; I unworthy am
 To woo so fair a dame to be his wife
 And have no portion in the choice myself.   [aec125]
 How say you, madam, are ye so content?   [aec126]

 _Mar._ An if my father please, I am content.   [aec127]

 _Suf._ Then call our captains and our colours forth.   [aec128]
 And, madam, at your father’s castle walls
 We’ll crave a parley, to confer with him.   [aec130]
           _A parley sounded. Enter_ REIGNIER _on the walls._
 See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner!   [aec131]

 _Reig._ To whom?

 _Suf._           To me.

 _Reig._                 Suffolk, what remedy?
 I am a soldier and unapt to weep
 Or to exclaim on fortune’s fickleness.

 _Suf._ Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord:   ·aec135·
 Consent, and for thy honour give consent,
 Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king;
 Whom I with pain have woo’d and won thereto;
 And this her easy-held imprisonment   [aec139]
 Hath gain’d thy daughter princely liberty.   ·aec140·

 _Reig._ Speaks Suffolk as he thinks?

 _Suf._                               Fair Margaret knows
 That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign.   [aec142]

 _Reig._ Upon thy princely warrant, I descend
 To give thee answer of thy just demand.   [aec144]
               [_Exit from the walls._

 _Suf._ And here I will expect thy coming.   [aec145]

    _Trumpets sound. Enter_ REIGNIER, _below_.

 _Reig._ Welcome, brave earl, into our territories:
 Command in Anjou what your honour pleases.

 _Suf._ Thanks, Reignier, happy for so sweet a child,   [aec148]
 Fit to be made companion with a king:   [aec149]
 What answer makes your grace unto my suit?   ·aec150·

 _Reig._ Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth
 To be the princely bride of such a lord;
 Upon condition I may quietly
 Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou,   [aec154]
 Free from oppression or the stroke of war,   ·aec155·
 My daughter shall be Henry’s, if he please.

 _Suf._ That is her ransom; I deliver her;
 And those two counties I will undertake   [aec158]
 Your grace shall well and quietly enjoy.

 _Reig._ And I again, in Henry’s royal name,   ·aec160·
 As deputy unto that gracious king,
 Give thee her hand, for sign of plighted faith.

 _Suf._ Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks,
 Because this is in traffic of a king.
 [_Aside_] And yet, methinks, I could be well content   [aec165]
 To be mine own attorney in this case.
 I’ll over then to England with this news,
 And make this marriage to be solemnized.
 So farewell, Reignier: set this diamond safe
 In golden palaces, as it becomes.   ·aec170·

 _Reig._ I do embrace thee, as I would embrace
 The Christian prince, King Henry, were he here.   [aec172]

 _Mar._ Farewell, my lord: good wishes, praise and prayers
 Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret.  [_Going._   [aec174]

 _Suf._ Farewell, sweet madam: but hark you, Margaret;   [aec175]
 No princely commendations to my king?

 _Mar._ Such commendations as becomes a maid,   [aec177]
 A virgin and his servant, say to him.

 _Suf._ Words sweetly placed and modestly directed.   [aec179]
 But, madam, I must trouble you again;   ·aec180·
 No loving token to his majesty?

 _Mar._ Yes, my good lord, a pure unspotted heart,
 Never yet taint with love, I send the king.

 _Suf._ And this withal. [_Kisses her._   [aec184]

 _Mar._ That for thyself: I will not so presume   [aec185]
 To send such peevish tokens to a king.   [aec186]
               [_Exeunt Reignier and Margaret._

 _Suf._ O, wert thou for myself! But, Suffolk, stay;
 Thou mayst not wander in that labyrinth;
 There Minotaurs and ugly treasons lurk.
 Solicit Henry with her wondrous praise:   ·aec190·
 Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount,
 And natural graces that extinguish art;   [aec192]
 Repeat their semblance often on the seas,
 That, when thou comest to kneel at Henry’s feet,
 Thou mayst bereave him of his wits with wonder.  [_Exit._   [aec195]


SCENE IV. _Camp of the_ DUKE OF YORK _in Anjou_.

_Enter_ YORK, WARWICK, _and others_.

 _York._ Bring forth that sorceress condemn’d to burn.   [aed001]

    _Enter_ LA PUCELLE, _guarded, and a_ Shepherd.

 _Shep._ Ah, Joan, this kills thy father’s heart outright!
 Have I sought every country far and near,
 And, now it is my chance to find thee out,
 Must I behold thy timeless cruel death?   [aed005]
 Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I’ll die with thee!   [aed006]

 _Puc._ Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch!
 I am descended of a gentler blood:
 Thou art no father nor no friend of mine.

 _Shep._ Out, out! My lords, an please you, ’tis not so;   [aed010]
 I did beget her, all the parish knows:
 Her mother liveth yet, can testify
 She was the first fruit of my bachelorship.   [aed013]

 _War._ Graceless! wilt thou deny thy parentage?

 _York._ This argues what her kind of life hath been,   ·aed015·
 Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes.

 _Shep._ Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle!   [aed017]
 God knows thou art a collop of my flesh;
 And for thy sake have I shed many a tear:
 Deny me not, I prithee, gentle Joan.   [aed020]

 _Puc._ Peasant, avaunt! You have suborn’d this man,
 Of purpose to obscure my noble birth.

 _Shep._ ’Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest
 The morn that I was wedded to her mother.
 Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl.   ·aed025·
 Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursed be the time
 Of thy nativity! I would the milk
 Thy mother gave thee when thou suck’dst her breast,   [aed028]
 Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake!
 Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field,   [aed030]
 I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee!
 Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab?
 O, burn her, burn her! hanging is too good.      [_Exit._

 _York._ Take her away; for she hath lived too long,
 To fill the world with vicious qualities.   ·aed035·

 _Puc._ First, let me tell you whom you have condemn’d:
 Not me begotten of a shepherd swain,   [aed037]
 But issued from the progeny of kings;
 Virtuous and holy; chosen from above,
 By inspiration of celestial grace,   ·aed040·
 To work exceeding miracles on earth.
 I never had to do with wicked spirits:
 But you, that are polluted with your lusts,
 Stain’d with the guiltless blood of innocents,
 Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices,   ·aed045·
 Because you want the grace that others have,
 You judge it straight a thing impossible
 To compass wonders but by help of devils.
 No, misconceived! Joan of Arc hath been   [aed049]
 A virgin from her tender infancy,   ·aed050·
 Chaste and immaculate in very thought;
 Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effused,
 Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven.

 _York._ Ay, ay: away with her to execution!   [aed054]

 _War._ And hark ye, sirs; because she is a maid,   ·aed055·
 Spare for no <DW19>s, let there be enow:
 Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake,
 That so her torture may be shortened.

 _Puc._ Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts?
 Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity,   [aed060]
 That warranteth by law to be thy privilege.   [aed061]
 I am with child, ye bloody homicides:
 Murder not then the fruit within my womb,
 Although ye hale me to a violent death.

 _York._ Now heaven forfend! the holy maid with child!   ·aed065·

 _War._ The greatest miracle that e’er ye wrought:   [aed066]
 Is all your strict preciseness come to this?

 _York._ She and the Dauphin have been juggling:
 I did imagine what would be her refuge.

 _War._ Well, go to; we’ll have no bastards live;   [aed070]
 Especially since Charles must father it.

 _Puc._ You are deceived; my child is none of his:
 It was Alençon that enjoy’d my love.

 _York._ Alençon! that notorious Machiavel!   [aed074]
 It dies, an if it had a thousand lives.   [aed075]

 _Puc._ O, give me leave, I have deluded you:
 ’Twas neither Charles nor yet the duke I named,
 But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevail’d.

 _War._ A married man! that’s most intolerable.

 _York._ Why, here’s a girl! I think she knows not well,   ·aed080·
 There were so many, whom she may accuse.

 _War._ It’s sign she hath been liberal and free.   [aed082]

 _York._ And yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure.
 Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee:
 Use no entreaty, for it is in vain.   ·aed085·

 _Puc._ Then lead me hence; with whom I leave my curse:
 May never glorious sun reflex his beams   [aed087]
 Upon the country where you make abode;
 But darkness and the gloomy shade of death
 Environ you, till mischief and despair   ·aed090·
 Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves!   [aed091]
               [_Exit, guarded._

 _York._ Break thou in pieces and consume to ashes,
 Thou foul accursed minister of hell!   [aed093]

    _Enter_ CARDINAL BEAUFORT, Bishop of Winchester, _attended_.

 _Car._ Lord regent, I do greet your excellence   [aed094]
 With letters of commission from the king.   ·aed095·
 For know, my lords, the states of Christendom,
 Moved with remorse of these outrageous broils,
 Have earnestly implored a general peace
 Betwixt our nation and the aspiring French;   [aed099]
 And here at hand the Dauphin and his train   [aed100]
 Approacheth, to confer about some matter.   [aed101]

 _York._ Is all our travail turn’d to this effect?   [aed102]
 After the slaughter of so many peers,
 So many captains, gentlemen and soldiers,
 That in this quarrel have been overthrown   ·aed105·
 And sold their bodies for their country’s benefit,
 Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace?
 Have we not lost most part of all the towns,
 By treason, falsehood and by treachery,
 Our great progenitors had conquered?   ·aed110·
 O, Warwick, Warwick! I foresee with grief
 The utter loss of all the realm of France.

 _War._ Be patient, York: if we conclude a peace,
 It shall be with such strict and severe covenants
 As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby.   [aed115]

    _Enter_ CHARLES, ALENÇON, Bastard, REIGNIER, _and others_.

 _Char._ Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed
 That peaceful truce shall be proclaim’d in France,
 We come to be informed by yourselves   [aed118]
 What the conditions of that league must be.

 _York._ Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler chokes   ·aed120·
 The hollow passage of my poison’d voice,   [aed121]
 By sight of these our baleful enemies.

 _Car._ Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus:
 That, in regard King Henry gives consent,
 Of mere compassion and of lenity,   ·aed125·
 To ease your country of distressful war,
 And suffer you to breathe in fruitful peace,
 You shall become true liegemen to his crown:
 And, Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear
 To pay him tribute, and submit thyself,   ·aed130·
 Thou shalt be placed as viceroy under him,
 And still enjoy thy regal dignity.

 _Alen._ Must he be then as shadow of himself?   [aed133]
 Adorn his temples with a coronet,
 And yet, in substance and authority,   ·aed135·
 Retain but privilege of a private man?
 This proffer is absurd and reasonless.

 _Char._ ’Tis known already that I am possess’d
 With more than half the Gallian territories,   [aed139]
 And therein reverenced for their lawful king:   ·aed140·
 Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquish’d,
 Detract so much from that prerogative,
 As to be call’d but viceroy of the whole?
 No, lord ambassador, I’ll rather keep
 That which I have than, coveting for more,   ·aed145·
 Be cast from possibility of all.

 _York._ Insulting Charles! hast thou by secret means
 Used intercession to obtain a league,
 And, now the matter grows to compromise,   [aed149]
 Stand’st thou aloof upon comparison?   [aed150]
 Either accept the title thou usurp’st,
 Of benefit proceeding from our king
 And not of any challenge of desert,
 Or we will plague thee with incessant wars.

 _Reig._ My lord, you do not well in obstinacy   [aed155]
 To cavil in the course of this contract:
 If once it be neglected, ten to one
 We shall not find like opportunity.

 _Alen._ To say the truth, it is your policy   [aed159]
 To save your subjects from such massacre   ·aed160·
 And ruthless slaughters as are daily seen
 By our proceeding in hostility;
 And therefore take this compact of a truce,
 Although you break it when your pleasure serves.

 _War._ How say’st thou, Charles? shall our condition stand?   [aed165]

 _Char._ It shall;
 Only reserved, you claim no interest
 In any of our towns of garrison.

 _York._ Then swear allegiance to his majesty,
 As thou art knight, never to disobey   ·aed170·
 Nor be rebellious to the crown of England,
 Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England.   [aed172]
 So, now dismiss your army when ye please;   [aed173]
 Hang up your ensigns, let your drums be still,
 For here we entertain a solemn peace.       [_Exeunt._   [aed175]


SCENE V. _London. The royal palace_.

_Enter_ SUFFOLK _in conference with the_ KING, GLOUCESTER
_and_ EXETER.

 _King._ Your wondrous rare description, noble earl,   [aee001]
 Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish’d me:
 Her virtues graced with external gifts
 Do breed love’s settled passions in my heart:
 And like as rigour of tempestuous gusts   ·aee005·
 Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide,
 So am I driven by breath of her renown
 Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive
 Where I may have fruition of her love.

 _Suf._ Tush, my good lord, this superficial tale   ·aee010·
 Is but a preface of her worthy praise;   [aee011]
 The chief perfections of that lovely dame,
 Had I sufficient skill to utter them,
 Would make a volume of enticing lines,
 Able to ravish any dull conceit:   ·aee015·
 And, which is more, she is not so divine,
 So full-replete with choice of all delights,
 But with as humble lowliness of mind
 She is content to be at your command;
 Command, I mean, of virtuous chaste intents,   ·aee020·
 To love and honour Henry as her lord.

 _King._ And otherwise will Henry ne’er presume.
 Therefore, my lord protector, give consent
 That Margaret may be England’s royal queen.

 _Glou._ So should I give consent to flatter sin.   ·aee025·
 You know, my lord, your highness is betroth’d
 Unto another lady of esteem:
 How shall we then dispense with that contract,   [aee028]
 And not deface your honour with reproach?

 _Suf._ As doth a ruler with unlawful oaths;   ·aee030·
 Or one that, at a triumph having vow’d
 To try his strength, forsaketh yet the lists
 By reason of his adversary’s odds:
 A poor earl’s daughter is unequal odds:
 And therefore may be broke without offence.   ·aee035·

 _Glou._ Why, what, I pray, is Margaret more than that?
 Her father is no better than an earl,
 Although in glorious titles he excel.

 _Suf._ Yes, my lord, her father is a king,   [aee039]
 The King of Naples and Jerusalem;   ·aee040·
 And of such great authority in France
 As his alliance will confirm our peace   [aee042]
 And keep the Frenchmen in allegiance.

 _Glou._ And so the Earl of Armagnac may do,
 Because he is near kinsman unto Charles.   ·aee045·

 _Exe._ Beside, his wealth doth warrant a liberal dower,   [aee046]
 Where Reignier sooner will receive than give.   [aee047]

 _Suf._ A dower, my lords! disgrace not so your king,
 That he should be so abject, base and poor,
 To choose for wealth and not for perfect love.   ·aee050·
 Henry is able to enrich his queen
 And not to seek a queen to make him rich:
 So worthless peasants bargain for their wives,
 As market-men for oxen, sheep, or horse.
 Marriage is a matter of more worth   [aee055]
 Than to be dealt in by attorneyship;
 Not whom we will, but whom his grace affects,
 Must be companion of his nuptial bed:
 And therefore, lords, since he affects her most,
 It most of all these reasons bindeth us,   [aee060]
 In our opinions she should be preferr’d.
 For what is wedlock forced but a hell,
 An age of discord and continual strife?
 Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss,   [aee064]
 And is a pattern of celestial peace.   ·aee065·
 Whom should we match with Henry, being a king,
 But Margaret, that is daughter to a king?
 Her peerless feature, joined with her birth,
 Approves her fit for none but for a king:
 Her valiant courage and undaunted spirit,   ·aee070·
 More than in women commonly is seen,   [aee071]
 Will answer our hope in issue of a king;   [aee072]
 For Henry, son unto a conqueror,
 Is likely to beget more conquerors,
 If with a lady of so high resolve   ·aee075·
 As is fair Margaret he be link’d in love.
 Then yield, my lords; and here conclude with me
 That Margaret shall be queen, and none but she.

 _King._ Whether it be through force of your report,
 My noble Lord of Suffolk, or for that   ·aee080·
 My tender youth was never yet attaint
 With any passion of inflaming love,
 I cannot tell; but this I am assured,
 I feel such sharp dissension in my breast,
 Such fierce alarums both of hope and fear,   ·aee085·
 As I am sick with working of my thoughts.
 Take, therefore, shipping; post, my lord, to France;
 Agree to any covenants, and procure
 That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come
 To cross the seas to England and be crown’d   [aee090]
 King Henry’s faithful and anointed queen:
 For your expenses and sufficient charge,
 Among the people gather up a tenth.
 Be gone, I say; for, till you do return,
 I rest perplexed with a thousand cares.   ·aee095·
 And you, good uncle, banish all offence:
 If you do censure me by what you were,
 Not what you are, I know it will excuse
 This sudden execution of my will.
 And so, conduct me where, from company,   ·aee100·
 I may revolve and ruminate my grief.   [_Exit._

 _Glou._ Ay, grief, I fear me, both at first and last.   [aee102]
               [_Exeunt Gloucester and Exeter._

 _Suf._ Thus Suffolk hath prevail’d; and thus he goes,
 As did the youthful Paris once to Greece,
 With hope to find the like event in love,   ·aee105·
 But prosper better than the Trojan did.   [aee106]
 Margaret shall now be queen, and rule the king;
 But I will rule both her, the king and realm.  [_Exit._


LINENOTES TO I KING HENRY VI.

[aaa001] Westminster Abbey.] Theobald. ¶ the Earl of Warwick,]
Warwicke, Ff. ¶ Heralds, &c.] Malone. and the Duke of Somerset. Ff.

[aaa003] _crystal_] _crisped_ Hanmer. _cristed_ or _crested_ Warburton
conj. ¶ _crystal...sky_] _tristful tresses in the sky_ or _tresses in
the crystal sky_ Roderick conj.

[aaa005] _consented_] _concented_ Steevens conj. ¶ _Henry’s_] _Harry’s_
Johnson.

[aaa006] _King_] om. Pope.

[aaa010] _his_ _its_ Pope.

[aaa012] _wrathful_] _awful_ Rowe.

[aaa016] _ne’er lift......conquered_] _never lifted...conquer’d_ Pope.

[aaa027] _verses have_] F1. _verse have_ F2 F3 F4. _verse have
thus_ Pope. _verse they have_ Long MS.

[aaa032] _church’s_] _Churches_ Ff.

[aaa033] _The church!......pray’d_] So Pope. As two lines in Ff.

[aaa049] _moist_] F2 F3 F4. _moistned_ F1.

[aaa050] _nourish_] _marish_ Pope. _nourice_ Theobald.

[aaa056] _or bright_--] Ff. _or bright Francis Drake_. Pope conj.
Omitted by Hanmer. _or bright Cassiopeia_. Theobald conj. _or bright
Berenice_. Johnson conj. _or bright Alexander_. Capell conj. _bright_.
Jackson conj. _or bright Cassiopé_. Collier (Collier MS.). _or bright
Orion_. Mitford conj. _or great Alexander_. Bullock conj. _or bright
Cephéus_. Keightley conj. _or bright Charlemagne_. Anon. conj. ¶
_Cæsar or bright_--Mess. _My honourable] Cæsar’s orb_. Mess. _Right
honourable_ Anon. apud Fras. Mag. conj.

[aaa057] SCENE II. Pope.

[aaa060] _Rheims_] _Rheimes_ Ff. _and Rheims and_ Pope. _Rheims, Roan_,
Capell. See note (II).

[aaa062], aaa063: _man,...corse? Speak_] _man!...corse Speak_ Staunton.

[aaa065] _is Rouen_] _is Roan_ F1. _and is Roan_ F2 F3 F4. _and
Roan_ Pope. _and Orleans_ Hanmer.

[aaa076] _A third thinks_] _A third thinkes_ F1. _A third man thinks_
F2 F3 F4. _A third one thinks_ S. Walker conj. _A third thinketh_
Delius conj. _A third thinks that_ Keightley conj. _While a third
thinks_ Anon. conj.

[aaa078] _Awake, awake_] F1 F3 F4. _Awake, away_ F2.

[aaa080], aaa081: _arms; Of...coat_] _arms, Of...coat_ Pope. arms
Of...coat, Ff.

[aaa083] _their_] Theobald. _her_ Ff.

[aaa085] _steeled_] _stealed_ F2.

[aaa087] _will I_] _I will_ Pope.

[aaa089] SCENE III. Pope.

[aaa093] _of_] om. Pope.

[aaa094] _Reignier_] Rowe. _Reynold_ Ff. _doth take_] F1. _doth_ F2
F3 F4. _takes_ Hanmer.

[aaa095] _flieth to_] _flyeth to_ F1 F2. _flieth on_ F3 F4. _flies
to_ Pope. ¶ _side._] Capell. _side._ Exit. Ff.

[aaa096] _crowned_] Rowe. _crown’d_ Ff.

[aaa103] SCENE IV. Pope.

[aaa108], aaa145, aaa157: Mess.] 3. Mes. or 3. Mess. Ff.

[aaa112] _full scarce_] Ff. _scarce full_ Rowe.

[aaa124] _flew_] Rowe (ed. 2). _slew_ Ff.

[aaa126] _the_] _their_ Capell conj.

[aaa128] _A Talbot! a Talbot! cried_] _A Talbot! Talbot! cried_ Pope.
_A Talbot! cried, a Talbot_ Seymour conj.

[aaa131] _Fastolfe_] Theobald. _Falstaffe_ F1 F2 F3. _Falstaff_ F4.

[aaa132] _vaward_] _Vauward_ Ff. _rereward_ Hanmer (Theobald conj.). ¶
_in...behind_] _in aidance, placed behind the vaward_ Singer conj.

[aaa137] _Walloon_] F3 F4. _Wallon_ F1 F2.

[aaa139] _their chief_] _their chiefe_ F1 F2. _their_ F3 F4. _her
chief_ Pope (ed. 2).

[aaa141] _slain? then_] Johnson. _slain then_? Ff.

[aaa156] _make_] _cause_ Collier MS.

[aaa157] _for Orleans is besieged;_] _’fore Orleans besieg’d_ Hanmer.

[aaa162] _oaths_] _oath_ S. Walker conj.

[aaa165] _it_] om. Anon. conj. ¶ _my_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[aaa166] [Exit.] Exit Bedford. Ff.

[aaa168] _munition_] _amunition_ Pope.

[aaa169] [Exit.] Exit Gloster. Ff.

[aaa175] _Jack_] _thus_ Pope.

[aaa176] _steal_] Singer (Mason conj.). _send_ Ff.

[aaa177] [Exeunt] Edd. Exit. Ff. Exit. Scene closes. Capell.

[aab001] SCENE II.] SCENE V. Pope. ¶ France. Before Orleans.]
Before Orleans in France. Theobald. France. Pope.   France. The English
Posts before Orleans. Capell. ¶ Sound a Flourish.] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[aab007] _Otherwhiles_] _Tho’ still_ Pope. _The whiles_ Capell.

[aab011], aab12: _And have...mice_] Misplaced in F2 F3 F4 after line
13.

[aab013] Reig. _Let’s...here?_] Omitted by Rowe, Pope, and Hanmer. ¶
_live_] _sit_ Capell. _lie_ S. Walker conj.

[aab019] _forlorn_] _forborne_ Collier MS.

[aab021] _or fly_] _to fly_ Hanmer. _or flee_ Dyce (Collier MS.). ¶
Here...loss.] Ff. ¶ Re-enter...] Enter... Ff. ¶ and Reignier] Reignier
and the rest. Capell.

[aab027] _The_] F1. _To_ F2 F3 F4. _Two_ Rowe.

[aab028] _hungry_] _hungred_ Johnson conj.

[aab029] _Froissart_] _Froysard_ Ff.

[aab030] _bred_] Rowe. _breed_ Ff.

[aab033] _Goliases_] _Goliahs now_ Hanmer.

[aab037] _Let’s...slaves_] Pope. As two lines in Ff.

[aab038] _to_] om. Pope.

[aab041] _gimmors_] F1. _gimmalls_ F2 F3. _gimmals_ F4.

[aab058] _my_] _her_ Johnson conj.

[aab059] _unfallible_] _infallible_ Rowe.

[aab060] [Exit Bastard.] Capell. om. Ff.

[aab063] [Retires. Capell. ¶ Re-enter...Joan La Pucelle.] Re-enter...La
Pucelle. Dyce. Enter La Pucelle, usher’d. Capell. Enter Ioane Puzel. Ff.

[aab064] SCENE VI. Pope. ¶ _Fair...feats?_] As prose in Ff. ¶
_wilt_] _will_ Capell conj.

[aab074] _Lady gracious_] _gracious Lady_ Collier (Collier MS. and S.
Walker conj.).

[aab086] _which you see_] F2 F3 F4. _which you may see_ F1. _you
may see_ Anon. conj.

[aab090] _my_] _thy_ Anon. conj.

[aab097] _Otherwise...confidence_] _Or...confidence in you_ Collier MS.
¶ _Otherwise I_] _I otherwise_ Seymour conj.

[aab099] _five_] Steevens (from Holinshed). _fine_ Ff.

[aab100] _churchyard_] _church_ Pope.

[aab101] _Out of a great deal of_] _Out a deal of_ Steevens conj. _Out
of ordeal’d_ Jackson conj. ¶ _great_] om. Pope. ¶ _forth_] om. Capell.

[aab102] _come_] _come on_ Keightley. ¶ _o’_] Theobald. _a_ Ff. ¶ _I
fear_] _for I fear_ Pope. _I do fear_ S. Walker conj.

[aab103] _ne’er fly from a man_] F1. _ne’re flye no man_ F2 F3 F4
(_flie_ F3 F4). _never fly no man_ Capell. _ne’er fly from no man_
Collier MS. ¶ [Here...Joan La Pucelle...] Here...Ioane de Puzel... Ff.

[aab112] _to thee thus_] _thus to thee_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[aab113] _rites_] Pope. _rights_ Ff.

[aab125] _over_] Rowe. o’re Ff. _o’er this_ Capell.

[aab127] _I will_] Capell. _Ile_ F1. _for Ile_ F2 F3 F4.

[aab129] _am I_] F1 F2. _I am_ F3 F4.

[aab131] _halcyon_] F3 F4. _halcyons_ F1 F2.

[aab132] _entered_] _entred_ F1. _entred thus_ F2 F3 F4.

[aab138] _proud insulting_] _proud-insulting_ S. Walker conj.

[aab139] _fortune_] _fortunes_ Collier MS. ¶ _bare_] _bore_ Rowe.

[aab144] _fallen_] _falne_ F1. _faine_ F2. _fal’n_ F3. _faln_ F4.

[aab145] _reverently_] _ever_ Capell. _reverence_, Steevens conj.
_reverent_ Collier MS. ¶ aab145, aab146: _thee enough?_ Alen.] _thee?_
Alen. Pope. _thee?_ Alen. _Enough:_ Anon. conj.

[aab148] _Orleans_] _Orleance_ Ff. _hence_ Capell.

[aab149] _we’ll_] om. Pope.

[aab150] _prove_] _proves_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[aac001] Scene III: SCENE III.] SCENE VII. Pope. ¶ London...]
The Tower-gates in London. Theobald. ¶ in blue coats] in blue. Capell.
om. Ff. ¶ _I am...day_] _I am this day come to survey the Tower_ Pope.
_I am come here...day_ Seymour conj.

[aac004] _’tis Gloucester_] Pope, _’tis Gloster_ Ff. _it is Gloster_
Steevens. _Gloster it is_ Reed (1803). ¶ _calls_] _now calls_ Collier
MS. ¶ [Servants knock at the gates. Capell.]

[aac005], aac007, aac009: [Within] Malone. ¶ aac005: _Who’s_] _Who is_
Malone. ¶ _knocks_] _knocketh_ Theobald. ¶ _knocks so imperiously_] _so
imperiously doth knock_ Seymour conj.

[aac006], aac017, &c: _Gloucester_] Pope. _Gloster_ Ff. ¶ aac006: First
Serv.] Glost. 1. Man. Ff.

[aac007] _you_] _he_ Capell.

[aac008] First Serv.] 1. Man. Ff. ¶ _Villains, answer....protector?_]
_Answer......protector, villains?_ Reed (1803).

[aac011] _willed you_] _will’d you so_ Collier MS.

[aac013] _Break up_] _Break ope_ Grey conj.

[aac020] _commandment_] F4. _commandement_ F1 F2 F3.

[aac023] _that_] the Rowe (ed. 2).

[aac027] _unto_] F1 F2. _to_ F3 F4. _there to_ Pope.

[aac028] _Or we’ll...if that_] _We’ll...if_ Pope. ¶ [Servants rush at
the Gates again. Capell.

[aac029] _Humphry_] Theobald. _Umpheir_ F1. Umpire F2 F3 F4.

[aac030] _Peel’d_] _Piel’d_ Ff. _Pied_ Grey conj. ¶ _to be_] _be_ Pope.

[aac034] _dead_] F1 F3 F4. _dread_ F2.

[aac035] _indulgences_] _indulgencies_ Pope.

[aac041]–aac056: Glou. _I will...hypocrite!_] Put in the margin by Pope.

[aac046] _privileged_] _is a privileg’d_ Collier MS.

[aac047] _tawny coats_] _tawny_ Pope.

[aac049] _I_] F1. _Ile_ F2 F3 F4. _ay,_ Anon. conj.

[aac052] _thou wilt_] _thou’lt_ Pope.

[aac056] Mayor] F2 F3 F4. Maior F1.

[aac059] _mayor,_] _Maior,_ F1. _Mayor, for_ F2 F3 F4. See note
(III).

[aac060] _nor God_] F1 F2. _not God_ F3 F4.

[aac062] _Gloucester_] _Gloster_ F1. _Gloster too_ F2 F3 F4.

[aac072], aac073: _as e’er...canst: Cry._] Edd. _as e’re thou canst,
cry:_ Ff. _as e’er...canst._ Pope. _as thou canst cry._ Collier
(Collier MS.). _as ever...cry._ Staunton. ¶ aac072–aac074: _canst:
Cry._ Off. _All..._] _canst._ Crier. _All..._ Anon. conj.

[aac074] Off.] Hanmer. om. Ff.

[aac080] _break_] _tell_ Pope.

[aac081] _we will_] Edd. (S. Walker conj.). _wee’le_ F1. _we’ll_ F2
F3 F4. ¶ _cost_] F1. _deare cost_ F2 F3 F4.

[aac084] _’s_] F1. _is_ F2 F3 F4.

[aac085] _Mayor_] F4. _Maior_ F1. _Major_ F2 F3.

[aac087] _it ere long_] F1 F2. _it e’re be long_ F3 F4. _it, ere’t
be long_ Capell. _it off, ere long_ Collier (Collier MS.). _’t ere
long_ Staunton. ¶ [Exeunt...] Exeunt either Party, severally. Capell.
Exeunt. Ff.

[aac089] _these] that_ Rowe.

[aad001] SCENE IV.] SCENE VIII. Pope. ¶ Orleans.] Orleans in
France. Pope. Under Orleans. Capell. ¶ Enter...] Enter the Master
Gunner of Orleance, and his Boy. Ff. Enter, upon the Walls, above, a
Gunner and his Son. Capell.

[aad008] _espials] ’spials_ Pope.

[aad009] _How the] The_ Pope.

[aad010] _Wont_] Steevens, 1793 (Tyrwhitt conj.). _Went_ Ff. _Watch_
Hanmer. _View_ Roderick conj. _Are wont_ Heath conj.

[aad016]–18: _And even...longer._] See note (IV).

[aad018] _longer.] longer on my post._ Collier MS.

[aad022] [Exit.] Ff. om. Rowe.

[aad023] Enter...] Enter Salisbury and Talbot on the Turrets, with
others. Ff. Enter, in an upper chamber of a tower... Malone.

[aad025] _got’st_] F4. _got’s_ F1 F2 F3.

[aad027] _Duke_] Theobald. _Earle_ Ff.

[aad028] _Call’d_] _Called_ Pope. ¶ _Lord_] _Lord of_ Collier MS. ¶
_Santrailles_] _Santrayle_ F1. _Santraile_ F2 F3 F4.

[aad029] _ransomed_] Pope. _ransom’d_ Ff.

[aad033] _so vile-esteem’d_] _so vilde esteem’d_ Pope. _so pil’d
esteem’d_ Ff. _so pill’d esteem’d_ Capell. _so ill-esteemed_ Mason
conj. _so pile-esteem’d_ Malone conj. _so philistin’d_ Steevens conj.
_sop-oil’d esteem’d_ Jackson conj.

[aad035] _Fastolfe_] Theobald. _Falstaffe_ or _Falstaff_ Ff.

[aad043] _scarecrow_] _Scar-crow_ F1 F2.

[aad050] _So...spread_] _So great a fear my name amongst them spread_
Pope. ¶ _was_] Rowe. _were_ Ff.

[aad054] _That_] _They_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[aad056] Enter...] Ff. Omitted by Pope.

[aad060] _through_] Ff. _thorough_ Malone. ¶ _grate_] _secret grate_
Dyce conj. ¶ _count each one_] F1. _can count every one_ F2 F3 F4.
_count each enemy_ Anon. conj.

[aad065] _next._] Capell. _next?_ Ff.

[aad066] _stand_] F2 F3 F4. _stands_ F1.

[aad069] [Here...fall.] Here they shot, and Salisbury falls downe. Ff.
¶ shoot] Rowe. ¶ Gargrave] Capell. ¶ fall] Capell.

[aad073] _canst speak_] Pope. _canst, speak_ Ff.

[aad075] _thy eyes_] _thine eyes_ Collier MS.

[aad078]–aad086: _In......hands!_] Erased in Collier MS.

[aad084] _The sun...world_] Put in the margin by Pope.

[aad090] _Salisbury, cheer_] _O Salisb’ry, cheer_ Pope. _Cheer,
Salisbury_ Seymour conj.

[aad091] _whiles_--] Ff. _while_--Pope.

[aad095] _like thee, Nero,_] Malone. _like thee_, F1. _Nero like
will_, F2. _Nero like, will_ F3 F4. _Nero-like_, Pope. _like the
Roman_, S. Walker conj.

[aad097] _my name_] _thy name_ S. Walker conj.

[aad099] _the noise_] _this noise_ Pope.

[aad101] _la Pucelle_] de Puzel Ff.

[aad107] _Pucelle or puzzel_] _Puzel or Pussel_ Ff. ¶ aad107–aad109:
_Pucelle...brains._] Put in the margin by Pope.

[aad110] _me_] _brave_ Pope.

[aad111] _And then we’ll try_] _Then we’ll try_ Long MS. _Then try we_
Steevens conj. _And then try_ S. Walker conj. ¶ _these_] om. Pope.
¶ [Alarum.] om. Capell. ¶ Exeunt.] F1 F2. Exit. F3 F4. Exeunt,
bearing Salisbury and Sir Thomas Gargrave out. Theobald.

[aae001] SCENE V.] SCENE X. Pope. ¶ The same.] The same. Before
one of the Gates. Capell. ¶ Here...Joan La Pucelle...re-enter...]
Here...Joane de Puzel...enter... Ff. ¶ and exit after them] Dyce. om.
Ff.

[aae003] Re-enter La Pucelle.] Enter Puzel. Ff. ¶ _a bout_] _about_ F2.

[aae009]–aae012: Tal. _Heavens...strumpet_] Put in the margin by Pope.

[aae014] _forthwith_] _forwith_ F2. ¶ [A short...enter...] Ff. A
short...enters... Johnson. Quitting him to head some troops. Capell.

[aae016] _hungry-starved_] F1 F3 F4. _hongry-starved_ F2.
_hunger-starved_ Rowe. _hungry, starved_ Boswell conj. _hungry staid_
Jackson conj.

[aae026] _like to_] F1. _like the_ F2 F3 F4. _like their_ Pope.

[aae030] _treacherous from the_] F3 F4. _trecherous from the_ F1
F2. _tim’rous from the_ Pope. _from the treacherous_ Mitford conj.

[aaf001] SCENE VI.] Capell. SCENE XI. Pope. om. Ff. Dyce and
Staunton continue the scene.

[aaf002] _Rescued_] _For rescu’d_ Keightley conj. ¶ _English_] F1.
_English wolves_ F2 F3 F4. _English dogs_ Staunton conj.

[aaf004] _Astræa’s_] F1. _bright Astræa’s_ F2 F3 F4.

[aaf006] _gardens_] Hanmer. _garden_ Ff.

[aaf011] _Why...town?_] As two lines, the first ending _aloud,_ in Ff.
¶ _out the_] om. Steevens conj. ¶ _aloud_] om. Pope.

[aaf021] _pyramis_] Ff. _pyramid_ Rowe.

[aaf022] _or Memphis’_] Hanmer. _or Memphis_ Ff. _of Memphis_ Dyce
(Capell conj.).

[aaf023] _when_] _wen_ F2.

[aaf024] _precious_] _gracious_ Rowe.

[aaf025] _rich-jewel’d coffer_] Ff. _rich jewel’d coffer_ Pope. _rich
jewel-coffer_ Steevens conj. ¶ aaf025, aaf026: _Darius, Transported_]
_Darius Transported,_ Capell.

[aaf027] _Before_] _Ever before_ Hanmer. _And borne before_ Anon. conj.
¶ _queens_] _queens and peers_ Dyce conj. ¶ _France_] _France up-born_
Capell. _France for ever_ Keightley conj.

[aba001] ACT II. SCENE I.] Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima. Ff. ¶
Before Orleans.] Theobald. Continues in Orleans. Pope. ¶ Enter...] Ff.
Enter a French Serjeant, and Sentinels, to the Gate. Capell.

[aba007] and forces] Capell. om. Ff.

[aba029] _all together_] Rowe. _altogether_ Ff.

[aba033] _And_] om. Pope.

[aba037] [The English, scaling the Walls, Cry St George! A Talbot!
Theobald.

[aba038] [Cry...] om. Theobald. ¶ over] ore Ff. ¶ the...Orleans,]
Bastard, Ff.

[aba039] SCENE II. Pope.

[aba040] _ay, and glad_] _I and glad_ Ff. _I am glad_ Pope.

[aba046] _be_] _is_ Pope.

[aba049] Enter...] Enter...Joane. Ff (after line 48).

[aba063] _your_] F1. _our_ F2 F3 F4. ¶ _quarters_] F1 F2 F3.
_quarter_ F4.

[aba076] _our_] om. Pope.

[aba077] [Exeunt. Ff. Omitted first by Capell. ¶ an English Soldier]
Capell. a Souldier Ff.

[aba078] SCENE III. Within the walls of Orleans. Pope.

[abb001] SCENE II.] Capell. om. Ff. ¶ Orleans...] The same...
Theobald (after line 77 of Scene I.). ¶ a Captain, and others.]
Capell. om. Ff.

[abb003] [Retreat sounded.] Capell. Retreat. Ff.

[abb006] _centre_] F3 F4. _centure_ F1. _center_ F2.

[abb020] _Arc_] Rowe. _Acre_ Ff.

[abb027] _dusky_] _dusty_ Rowe.

[abb034] _of this_] _of his_ F2.

[abb038] _Auvergne_] Rowe. _Ouergne_ F1. _Auergne_ F2 F3 _Avergne_
F4.

[abb040] _great lord_] _good lord_ Reed (1803, 1813, 1821).

[abb045] _unto_] _into_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[abb047] _may not_] _can’t_ Pope. ¶ _my_] om. Capell.

[abb048] _Ne’er trust me then_] _Nay, trust me there_ Hanmer.

[abb054] _it is_] Steevens. _’tis_ Ff. _that is_ Pope.

[abb059] [Whispers.] So Johnson. After the line, in Ff.

[abc001] SCENE III.] Capell. SCENE IV. Pope. om. Ff. ¶
Auvergne...] The Countess of Auvergne’s Castle. Pope. Auvergne. Court
of the Castle. Capell.

[abc002] _you have_] _you’ve_ Pope.

[abc011], abc012: As in Steevens (1793). As one line in Ff.

[abc012] _desired,_] om. Pope, reading _Madam...ladyship_ as one line.

[abc023] _writhled] wrizled_ Hanmer.

[abc024] _to_] _in_ Pope.

[abc027] [Going. Capell.

[abc028] _What...goes._] As two lines in Ff. As one (omitting _him_) in
Pope.

[abc032] Re-enter...] Enter... Ff.

[abc044] _Laughest...moan_] One line in Pope: two in Ff.

[abc048] _Why,_] _Why?_ Ff.

[abc060] _That_] _That, madam,_ Steevens conj. _Lady, that_ Keightley
conj. ¶ _presently_] _lady, presently_ Collier (S. Walker conj.). ¶
Enter Soldiers.] The Gates are forced; and enter certain of his Troops.
Capell.

[abc069] _gather’d_] Pope. _gathered_ Ff.

[abc073] _misconstrue_] Rowe. _misconster_ Ff.

[abc078] _your_] F1. _our_ F2 F3 F4.

[abd001] SCENE IV.] Capell. SCENE V. Pope. om. Ff. ¶
London...] Pope. ¶ Enter...] Capell. Enter Richard Plantagenet,
Warwick, Somerset, Poole, and others. Ff. ¶ another Lawyer.] a Lawyer.
Ritson conj. ¶ Plan.] Rowe. Yorke. Ff (and throughout the scene). ¶
_Great......silence?_] One line in Pope: two in Ff.

[abd006] _or else was_] _And was not_ Hanmer. ¶ _in the error_] _i’ the
right_ Capell (Johnson conj.).

[abd008] _And never_] _I never_ Pope.

[abd013] _bears_] _wears_ or _hath_ Anon. conj.

[abd024] _blind man’s_] F4. _blind-mans_ F1 F2. _blind-man’s_ F3.

[abd026] _significants_] _significance_ Pope.

[abd031] _nor no_] _and no_ Pope.

[abd035] _base insinuating_] _base-insinuating_ S. Walker conj.

[abd049]–abd054: _Prick not...I am._] Put in the margin by Pope.

[abd057] _in you_] _in law_ Anon. conj. ¶ [To Somerset.] Rowe.

[abd061] _in a_] _to a_ Pope.

[abd062]–abd074: _Meantime...be seen._] Put in the margin by Pope.

[abd065] _that_] _but_ Long MS. _and_ Collier MS. ¶ _anger_] _anger--_
Capell. ¶ _thy_] F1 F2. _my_ F3 F4.

[abd076] _fashion_] _passion_ Pope. _faction_ Theobald.

[abd086] _bears_] _braves_ Collier MS.

[abd091] _executed_] _headed_ Pope. _execute_ Steevens conj.

[abd099] _ripen’d_] Pope. _ripened_ Ff.

[abd102] _apprehension_] _reprehension_ Theobald.

[abd110] _to my grave_] _in my grave_ Collier MS.

[abd117] _wiped_] _wip’t_ F2 F3 F4. _whipt_ F1.

[abd127] _A thousand_] _Ten thousand_ Collier MS.

[abd128]–abd134: _Good...day._] Put in the margin by Pope.

[abd132] _Thanks_] _I thank you_ Collier conj. ¶ _gentle sir._] F2
F3 F4. _gentle._ F1. _gentle sir; thanks, both._ Steevens conj.
_gentlemen._ Anon. conj.

[abe001] SCENE V.] Capell. SCENE VI. Pope. om. Ff. ¶
The......London.] A Prison. Theobald. A Room in the Tower. Capell. ¶
and Gaolers.] and Jaylors. Ff. supported by two of his Keepers. Capell.

[abe003] _man_] _man’s_ Capell conj.

[abe006] _an age_] _a cage_ Collier MS.

[abe011] _wither’d_] Pope. _withered_ Ff.

[abe016] _comfort_] _comfere_ F2.

[abe018], abe033. First Gaol.] 1. K. Capell. Keeper. Ff.

[abe019] _unto his_] F1. _his_ F2 F3 F4. _to his_ Rowe.

[abe021] _shall then_] F1. _then shall_ F2 F3 F4.

[abe032] Enter Richard Plantagenet.] Enter Richard. Ff.

[abe034] _my_] om. Hanmer.

[abe035] Plan.] Rich. Ff (and throughout the scene).

[abe038] _latter_] _later_ F4. _latest_ Pope.

[abe044] _disease_] _displeasure_ Pope.

[abe047] _Among_] F1. _Amongst_ F2 F3 F4. ¶ _used_] _loos’d_
Warburton conj.

[abe055] _That cause_] _This cause_ Rowe.

[abe061] _fading_] _failing_ S. Walker conj.

[abe064] _nephew_] _cousin_ Rowe.

[abe066] _the third_] _third_ F2.

[abe071] _that--young_] _that (young_ Ff. _that young_ Pope. ¶ _King_]
F2 F3 F4. om. F1.

[abe075] _the third_] F2 F3 F4. _third_ F1.

[abe076] _To King...he_] _To the third Edward; whereas Bolingbroke_
Pope. ¶ _he_] _he, Bolingbroke_ Capell.

[abe078] _fourth_] F1. _the fourth_ F2 F3 F4.

[abe079] _haughty great_] _haughty-great_ S. Walker conj.

[abe082] _the Fifth_] _nam’d the fifth_ Seymour conj.

[abe083] _Succeeding_] _After_ Pope.

[abe089] _have install’d_] _re-instal_ Pope.

[abe093] _Of which_] _Of whom_ Capell conj.

[abe102] _Strong-fixed_] Theobald. _Strong fixed_ Ff.

[abe105] _do_] _from_ Hanmer.

[abe109] _that slaughterer_] F3 F4. _y^t slaughterer_ F1 F2. _that
slaughter_ Rowe (ed. 2). _the slaughterer_ Capell.

[abe113] _be all_] _befall_ Theobald.

[abe121] [Exeunt...Mortimer.] Exeunt Keepers, bearing out Mortimer.
Capell. Exit. Ff. om. Rowe.

[abe122] _dies_] _lies_ Warburton.

[abe123] _ambition of the_] _th’ ambition of a_ Hanmer.

[abe126] _redress_] _redress ’em_ Keightley conj.

[abe129] _ill_] Theobald. _will_ Ff. ¶ _ill the advantage_] _will the
advancer_ Collier MS.

[aca001] ACT III. SCENE I.] Actus Tertius. Scena Prima. Ff.
¶ London.] The same. Capell. ¶ The Parliament-house.] Capell. The
Parliament. Pope. ¶ the Bishop of Winchester,] Capell. Winchester,
Ff. ¶ and others.] and many others attending. Capell. om. Ff. ¶ _deep
premeditated_] _deep-premeditated_ Dyce (S. Walker conj.).

[aca027] _vouchsafe_] _vouchsake_ F2.

[aca029] _If I were...perverse_] _Were I...perverse_ Steevens conj.
_Were I ambitious, covetous, or perverse_ Seymour conj. ¶ _ambitious or
perverse_] _perverse, ambitious_ Pope. _ambitious, proud_ Collier MS.

[aca031] _Or how haps it_] _How haps it then_ Pope.

[aca033] _preferreth_] _preserveth_ Collier MS.

[aca036] _that that_] _that which_ Pope.

[aca041] _good_--] F2 F3 F4. _good._ F1.

[aca045] _Am I not_] F1 F2. _Am not I_ F3 F4. _Am not I then_ Pope.
_And am I not_ Capell. _Am I not the_ Steevens. _Am I not lord_ S.
Walker conj. ¶ _saucy_] _thou saucy_ Anon. conj.

[aca049] _Unreverent_] _Unreverend_ F4. ¶ _reverent_] _reverend_ F3
F4.

[aca051] _Rome...this_] _This Rome shall remedy_ Pope. ¶ _Roam_]
_Go_ Pope. ¶ aca051–aca055: War. _Roam_...Som. _Mylord_...War. _Ay,
see_...Som. _Methinks my lord...such._] Arranged as by Theobald. Warw.
_Roame...forbeare._ Som. _I, see... such._ Ff. Glou. _Go...then._
War. [to Win.] _My lord_... Som. _I’ll see...such._ Hanmer. Glo.
_Roam_...Som. [to Glo.] _My lord_...War. _Ay, see_...Som. _Methinks my
lord...such._ Capell.

[aca053] _Ay,_] Rowe. _I,_ Ff. _I’ll_ Hanmer.

[aca056] _humbler_] _humbler then_ Pope.

[aca061]–aca064: First marked as ‘Aside’ by Hanmer.

[aca065] [Coming from his Throne. Capell.

[aca076] SCENE II. Pope.

[aca077] _of_] om. Pope.

[aca078] _bishop_] _bishop’s_ Hanmer.

[aca080] _pebble_] _peeble_ F1 F2. _peble_ F3 F4.

[aca081] _banding themselves_] _themselves banding_ Capell.

[aca082] _pate_] _pates_ Pope.

[aca085] Serving-men] om. Ff.

[aca086] _ourself_] _our selfe_ F1. _our selves_ F2 F3 F4.

[aca089], aca090: _Nay...teeth_] As prose in Ff. As two lines in
Capell, the first ending _be_.

[aca096] _Inferior...majesty_] _To none inferior, but his majesty_
Steevens conj. ¶ _to his_] _his_ Hanmer.

[aca100] _children_] _our children_ Boswell.

[aca101] _have_] _leave_ S. Walker conj.

[aca103] _I say_] om. Hanmer.

[aca104] _And if_] _An if_ Dyce (S. Walker conj.).

[aca110] _prefer_] _preserve_ Collier MS.

[aca112] _Yield, my lord protector; yield_] _My lord protector yield:
yield_ Pope. _Yield, lord protector, and yield_ Collier MS.

[aca124] _As_] _And_ Rowe (ed. 2). ¶ _smoothed_] _smother’d_ Pope.

[aca129] _not you_] _you not_ Capell conj.

[aca131] _king!_] Pope. _king:_ Ff.

[aca136] Marked as ‘Aside’ first by Collier.

[aca141] Marked as ‘Aside’ first by Pope.

[aca142] _kind_] _gentle_ Pope. _kind, kind_ Capell. _most kind_
Steevens conj. _and kind_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[aca146] _And so_] _So_ Pope.

[aca147] _I will_] _I’ll_ Pope.

[aca148] [Exeunt Serving-men...] Exeunt Servants... Capell. Exeunt. Ff.

[aca149] SCENE III. Pope.

[aca150] _the right_] _right_ Hanmer.

[aca153] _An if_] Theobald. _And if_ Ff.

[aca163] _alone_] F2 F3 F4. _all alone_ F1.

[aca167] _humble_] _honour’d_ Collier MS.

[aca168] _humble_] _faithful_ Pope.

[aca171] _gird_] F4. _gyrt_ F1 F2. _girt_ F3.

[aca175] _springs_] _springs_ [rising. Capell.

[aca178] Marked as ‘Aside’ first by Rowe.

[aca186] [Sennet.] Senet. F1. om. F2 F3 F4. ¶ Exeunt all...]
Capell. Exeunt. Manet Exeter. Ff.

[aca187]–aca201: _Ay...time_] Erased in Collier MS.

[aca192] _degree_] Ff. _degrees_ Rowe.

[aca199] _lose] loose_ F1. _should lose_ F2 F3 F4. ¶ SCENE II.]
Scæna Secunda. Ff. SCENE IV. Pope. ¶ France. Before Rouen.] Changes
to Roan in France. Pope. ¶ Enter La Pucelle...] Enter Pucell... Ff (and
throughout the scene). Enter Pucelle, and Soldiers, disguis’d like
Countrymen,... Capell.

[acb012] [Knocks.] Knock. Ff.

[acb013] Watch. [Within] Watch. Ff. Gua. [Within. Capell. ¶ _Qui est
là?_] Malone. _Che la._ Ff. _Qui va là?_ Rowe.

[acb014] _Paysans, pauvres_] Rowe. _Peasauns la pouure_ Ff.

[acb016] _is rung_] _has rung_ Capell conj.

[acb017] [Exeunt.] Ff. Guard open; and Pucelle, and her soldiers, enter
the city. Capell. ¶ the Bastard of Orleans] Bastard Ff. ¶ Reignier]
Edd. om. Ff. See note (V). ¶ and forces] Capell.

[acb020] _practisants_] _partizans_ Hanmer.

[acb021], acb022: _specify Where...in?_] _specifie, Where......in?_
Rowe. _specifie? Here...in._ Ff.

[acb023], acb033: Reign.] Ff. Ale. Capell.

[acb025] _No_] _Our_ Nicholson conj. ¶ _weakness_] _waxness_ F3. ¶ on
the top,] Ff. on a battlement, Capell.

[acb028] _Talbotites_] Theobald. _Talbonites_ Ff. _Talbotines_ Hanmer.
¶ [Exit.] Edd. om. Ff.

[acb031] _shine_] F1 F2. _shines_ F3 F4.

[acb035] [Alarum. Exeunt.] Edd. Alarum. Ff. They shout; Force open the
Gate, and enter. Capell.

[acb036] Enter Talbot......] Talbot...... Ff. Enter Talbot, and certain
English. Capell.

[acb040] _the pride_] _the prize_ Theobald. _being prize_ Hanmer. _the
bride_ Jackson conj. ¶ [Exit.] Ff. Enters the City again. Capell.
¶ Burgundy] Burgonie Ff. ¶ Alençon, and Reignier...] Collier. and
Reigneir... Ff. Alanson... Hanmer.

[acb041] SCENE V. Pope. ¶ _Good_] F3 F4. _God_ F1 F2.

[acb042] _Burgundy_] Rowe. _Burgonie_ Ff (and passim).

[acb050], acb051: _What...chair?_] As in Pope. As three lines in Ff,
ending _gray-beard...death...chayre?_

[acb052] _all_] _hell’s_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[acb057] _this_] _his_ Rowe.

[acb058] _sir_] om. Pope.

[acb059] [The English...] They... Ff.

[acb060] _the speaker_] _speaker_ Collier MS.

[acb068] _hang!_] _hang then:_ Hanmer. ¶ _muleters_] _muleteers_ Rowe.

[acb071] _Away, captains!_] _Captains away,_ Rowe.

[acb073] _God be wi’ you_] Rowe. _God b’uy_ Ff. ¶ _came_] F1. _came
sir_ F2 F3 F4.

[acb092] _or woe_] _and woe_ Pope.

[acb099] _Undaunted_] _Undaunting_ F2.

[acb103] [Exeunt...] Exit. Ff. ¶ Fastolfe] Theobald. Falstaffe Ff.

[acb104] _Fastolfe_] Theobald. _Falstaffe_ Ff.

[acb107], acb108: _Ay...life_] As in Hanmer. As one line in Ff.

[acb115] Re-enter...] Enter... Ff. ¶ SCENE VI. Pope. Scene, within
the walls of Roan. Theobald. ¶ _recover’d_] Pope. _recovered_ Ff.

[acb117] _Yet_] _Let_ Dyce conj. _Ye_ Anon. conj.

[acb118] _martial_] _matchless_ Collier MS.

[acb123] _gleeks_] Hanmer. _glikes_ Ff.

[acb129] _lie_] _lyes_ Pope.

[acc001] SCENE III.] Scæna Tertia. Ff. SCENE VII. Pope. ¶ The
plains near Rouen.] The same. Plains near the city. Capell. om. Ff. ¶
and forces.] Capell. om. Ff.

[acc003] _corrosive_] F1 F4. _corrasive_ F2 F3. _a corrosive_
Boswell conj.

[acc023] _should_] _shall_ F4.

[acc030] Here...march.] Ff. ¶ Enter...] Capell. om. Ff.

[acc032] French march.] Ff. ¶ Enter...] Capell. om. Ff.

[acc036] SCENE VIII. Pope. ¶ [Enter the Duke of Burgundy, marching.
Rowe.

[acc045] _the...the_] _her...her_ Collier MS.

[acc047] _lowly_] _lovely_ Warburton.

[acc048] _tender dying_] Pope. _tender-dying_ Ff.

[acc055] _foreign_] _forraine_ F1 F2. _common_ F3 F4.

[acc060] _exclaims_] _exclaim_ Pope.

[acc062] _Who_] F1. _Whom_ F2 F3 F4.

[acc078] _I am...hers_] As one line in Rowe. As two in Ff. ¶ _I am_]
_I’m_ Pope.

[acc085] Marked as ‘Aside’ by Capell.

[acc090] _New...powers_] One line in Rowe: two in Ff.

[acd001] SCENE IV.] Scæna Quarta. Ff. SCENE IX. Pope. ¶
Paris.] Pope. ¶ The palace.] A Room in the Palace. Capell. ¶ Bishop of
Winchester,] Winchester, Ff. ¶ Vernon, Basset, and others.] Vernon, and
Bassett, in the Train. Capell. om. Ff. ¶ with his soldiers, Talbot.]
Ff. Talbot, and some of his Officers. Capell.

[acd008] _Beside_] _Besides_ Knight.

[acd012] _my God_] _his God_ Collier MS. ¶ [Kneels.] Edd.

[acd013] _the_] _the fam’d_ Rowe. ¶ _the Lord_] _the_ Capell. _Lord_
Anon. conj.

[acd020] _were_] F1 F2. _have_ F3 F4. ¶ _your truth_] _that truth_
Collier (Collier MS.).

[acd022] _our_] _your_ Warburton. ¶ [Sennet. Flourish.] Senet.
Flourish. F1. om. F2 F3 F4. ¶ Exeunt all but...] Exeunt. Manet...
F1. Exeunt. Manent... F2 F3 F4.

[acd034] _my lord_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[acd037] _ye_] F1 F2. _you_ F3 F4.

[acd038] _Villain...such_] One line in Rowe: two in Ff. ¶ _know’st_]
Pope. _knowest_ Ff.

[acd039] _whoso draws_] Rowe. _who so draws_ Ff. ¶ _’tis present
death_] _in th’ presence, ’tis death_ Warburton.

[ada001] ACT IV. SCENE I.] Actus Quartus. Scena Prima. Ff. ¶
Paris.] Pope. ¶ A hall...] Capell. ¶ Exeter, the Governor of Paris and
others.] Exeter and Governor of Paris. Pope. and Governor Exeter. Ff.

[ada003] [Governor kneels. Capell.

[ada008] [Exeunt Gov. and Train. The King comes from his Throne.
Enter... Capell. ¶ Enter...] Enter Fastolfe. Theobald. Enter Falstaffe.
Ff.

[ada014] _thee_] _the_ Ff.

[ada015] _craven’s_] _craven_ Theobald. ¶ [Plucking it off.] Capell.
om. Ff.

[ada018] _me, princely_] _me Princely_ F1 F2. _my Princely_ F3 F4.

[ada019] _Patay_] Malone (Capell conj.). _Poictiers_ Ff.

[ada038] _most_] _worst_ Hanmer.

[ada047] [Exit Fast.] Exit. Ff.

[ada048] _my lord_] _lord_ F1.

[ada051] [Reading. Rowe. Viewing the Superscription. Capell.

[ada054] _Pretend_] _Portend_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[ada055] [Reads.] Rowe. Opens the Letter. Capell.

[ada056] _of_] _of of_ F2.

[ada065] _your_] F1. my F2 F3 F4. _our_ Pope.

[ada070] _How say you, my lord_] _My lord, how say you_ Pope.

[ada071] _yes_] om. Capell conj.

[ada077] [Exit.] Rowe. om. Ff.

[ada078] SCENE II. Pope.

[ada087] _whereof_] _wherof_ F1. _whereon_ F2 F3 F4.

[ada090] _envious_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4. _sharp and_ Rowe.

[ada093] _represent_] F1. _present_ F2 F3 F4.

[ada101] _noble_] _royal_ Collier MS.

[ada113] _factious_] _factions_ F2.

[ada115] _I pray, and be_] F1 _and be_ F2 F3 F4. _and be again_
Pope.

[ada133] _It...friends_] One line in Pope: two in Ff.

[ada150] _that was_] _which was_ Pope.

[ada151] _umpire_] _Umper_ F1 F2. _Umpier_ F3 F4.

[ada152] [Putting...rose.] Johnson. om. Ff.

[ada167] _digest_] _disgest_ F2.

[ada173] [Flourish.] Ff (after line 181). ¶ Exeunt all but...] Exeunt.
Manet... F1 F2. Exeunt. Manent... F3 F4.

[ada175] _Prettily_] _Most prettily_ Pope.

[ada180] _An if I wist he did,--_] Capell. _And if I wish he did._
Ff. _And if I wish he did.--_ Rowe. _An if I wis, he did.--_ Theobald
(in text). _And if I wis, he did.--_ Theobald (in note). _And if--I
wish--he did--_ or _And if he did, I wish--_ Johnson conj. _And, if I
wist, he did,--_ Steevens.

[ada181] [Exeunt...] Flourish. Exeunt. Manet Exeter. Ff.

[ada191] _But that it_] F1 F2. _By that it_ F3 F4. _But that he_
Rowe. _But saith it_ Capell conj. _But thinks it_ Anon. conj.

[ada193] _more when_] om. Roderick conj.

[ada194] _There comes_] F1. _Then comes_ F2 F3 F4. _Thence comes_
S. Walker conj.

[adb001] SCENE II.] Capell. SCENE III. Pope. om. Ff. ¶
Before...drum.] Enter Talbot with Trumpe and Drumme, before Burdeaux.
Ff. (Trumpet F2 F3. Trumpets F4).

[adb002] Trumpet sounds.] Sounds. Ff. ¶ and others,] Malone. om. Ff.

[adb003] _calls_] _call_ F1.

[adb006] _humble_] F1. _humbled_ F2 F3 F4.

[adb014] _their_] _our_ Hanmer.

[adb022] _war_] _death_ Capell.

[adb028] _Ten...sacrament_] This line is placed before line 25, _And no
way..._ in F2 F3 F4.

[adb029] _rive_] F3 F4. _ryue_ F1 F2. _drive_ Johnson conj.

[adb034] _due_] Theobald. _dew_ Ff. _’due_ Collier.

[adb038] _wither’d_] Rowe (ed. 2). _withered_ Ff.

[adb041] Exeunt...] Malone. Exit. Ff.

[adb050] _moody-mad and_] Capell. _moodie mad: And_ F1 F2 F3.
_moodie mad and_ F4.

[adb053], adb054: _Sell...friends._] Put in the margin by Pope.

[adb056] [Exeunt.] om. F1.

[adc001] SCENE III.] Capell. SCENE IV. Pope. om. Ff. ¶
Plains......] Capell. Another part of France. Theobald.

[adc005] _Talbot: as...along,_] F2 F3 F4. _Talbot as...along._ F1.

[adc011] _this_] _the_ F4.

[adc013] _lowted_] Ff. _flouted_ Grey conj. _loiter’d_ Nicholson conj.
¶ _by a_] _by at_ F2.

[adc016] Enter Sir William Lucy.] Theobald. Enter another Messenger. Ff.

[adc017] Lucy.] 2. Mes. Ff.

[adc020] _waist_] Steevens. _waste_ Ff.

[adc030] Lucy.] Mes. Ff (and throughout the scene).

[adc033] _’long_] Johnson. _long_ Ff.

[adc036] _toward_] F1. _towards_ F2 F3 F4.

[adc040] _grave?_] Capell. _grave:_ Ff. _grave!_ Rowe.

[adc042] _sunder’d_] _sundry_ Rowe (ed. 1).

[adc046] _’Long_] Johnson. _Long_ Ff. ¶ [Exit...] Exit. Ff.

[adc049] _loss_] Pope. _losse:_ F1 F2 F3. _loss,_ F4.

[adc050] _conquest_] _conquests_ F4.

[adc052] _whiles_] _while_ Pope.

[adc053] [Exit.] om. F1.

[add001] SCENE IV.] Capell. SCENE V. Pope. ¶ Other plains...]
Capell. Another part of France. Theobald. ¶ a Captain...] an Officer...
Capell. om. Ff.

[add011] Enter...] Theobald. om. Ff.

[add012] _whither_] _whether_ F1. ¶ _were you_] _were thou_ F4.
_werst thou_ Rowe (ed. 1).

[add013] _Whither, my lord?_] Rowe. _Whither my lord_, F2 F3 F4.
_Whether my lord_, F1. _Hither, my lord_; Pope.

[add016] _legions_] Rowe. _regions_ Ff.

[add017] _whiles_] _while_ Pope.

[add019] _advantage lingering_] _disadvantage ling’ring_ Staunton conj.

[add023] _should_] F1. _shall_ F2 F3 F4.

[add025] _Yields_] _Yeeld_ F1.

[add026] _Burgundy_] _Burgundie_ F1. _and Burgundie_ F2 F3 F4.

[add027] _Reignier_] Rowe. _Reignard_ Ff.

[add031] _host_] F3 F4. _hoast_ F1 F2. _horse_ Hanmer (Theobald
conj.).

[add042] _rescue: he is_] _rescue, he is_ F1 F2. _rescue, if he is_
F3 F4. _rescue, if he’s_ Rowe (ed. 1). _rescue, he’s_ Id. (ed. 2).
_rescue now, he’s_ Pope.

[add044] _though_] _if_ Capell.

[ade001] SCENE V.] Capell. SCENE VI. Pope. ¶ The English
camp...] Malone. A Field of Battle near Bourdeaux. Theobald. Camp near
Bourdeaux. Capell. ¶ John his son.] his Son. Ff.

[ade007] _thou art_] _art thou_ F3 F4.

[ade009] _my_] _thy_ Rowe.

[ade013] _mother_] F1 F2. _mothers_ F3. _mother’s_ F4.

[ade029] _bow, they’ll_] _fly, they’ll_ Collier MS. _go, they’ll_ Long
MS. _flew, they’d_ Singer (Anon. conj. MS.).

[ade037] _to fly_] _flye_ F3 F4.

[ade039] _shame_] _sham’d_ S. Walker conj.

[ade040] _nor_] _and_ Pope.

[ade042] _that_] y^t F1. y^e F2. _the_ F3 F4.

[ade048] _sever’d_] Pope. _severed_ Ff.

[ade052] [embracing him. Capell.

[ade055] _heaven fly_] _heav’n shall fly_ Pope.

[adf001] SCENE VI.] Capell. Pope continues the scene. ¶ A field of
battle.] Capell.

[adf003] _France his_] _France’s_ Rowe.

[adf006] _am I_] _I am_ Rowe (ed. 1).

[adf020] _and_] _then_ Pope.

[adf035] _mickle_] _milky_ Theobald conj.

[adf036] _an if_] Capell. _and if_ Ff.

[adf044], adf045: _On that advantage...fame,_] Ff. _On that bad
vantage...fame,_ Theobald conj. _Out on that vantage...fame!_ Theobald.
_Oh! what advantage...fame!_ Hanmer. _On that advantage... (To
save...fame,)_ Mason conj.

[adf048] _like_] _leave_ Hanmer.

[adf051] _An if_] Theobald. _And if_ Ff.

[adf057] [Exeunt.] Rowe. Exit. Ff.

[adg001] SCENE VII.] Pope. SCENE VI. Capell (a misprint). ¶
Another...] Malone. Another part of the same. Capell. ¶ Enter...led by
a servant.] Enter...led. Ff. Enter...led by the French. Johnson.

[adg003] _death,...captivity,_] Ff. _death,...captivity!_ Pope.
_death!...captivity,_ Malone conj.

[adg010] _Tendering_] _Tending_ Tyrwhitt conj. _Fending_ Becket conj.

[adg017] Enter...] Capell. Enter with John Talbot, borne. Ff. (born.
F3 F4), after line 17.

[adg021] _lither_] _hither_ S. Walker conj.

[adg023] _hard-favour’d_] Theobald. _hard favoured_ Ff.

[adg025]–adg028: _Brave......to-day._] Put in the margin by Pope. ¶
adg025: _whether_] F3 F4. _whither_ F1 F2.

[adg032] [Alarums. Exeunt Sol. and Ser. leaving the two Bodies. Drums.
Capell. ¶ Enter...and forces.] Enter...and Pucell. Ff. ¶ Alençon] om.
Capell.

[adg033] Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima. F2 F3 F4. om. F1. Capell first
continued the scene.

[adg035] _Talbot’s, raging-wood,_] Capell. _Talbots raging wood,_ Ff.
_Talbot’s raging brood,_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[adg039] _proud_] _prood_ F2.

[adg042] _So...French_] F1. Omitted in F2 F3 F4. ¶ adg042, adg043:
_So, rushing...He left_] _So left_ Pope.

[adg046] _most bloody_] _still-bleeding_ Collier MS. ¶ _his_] _our_
Staunton conj.

[adg050] Enter...] Capell. Enter Lucie. Ff.

[adg051], adg052: _Herald...day_] Arranged as in Ff. As three lines,
ending _Herald...know...day_ by Malone. ¶ _Herald_] om. Pope, ending
the line at know.

[adg052] _To know_] om. Hanmer. ¶ _obtain’d_] om. Capell conj.

[adg059] _whom thou seek’st_] _briefly whom thou seekest now_ Collier
(Collier MS.).

[adg060] _But where’s_] Ff. _Where is_ Rowe.

[adg061], adg062: _Earl...arms_] _for his rare success In arms, created
Earl of Shrewsbury_ Anon. conj.

[adg066] _Lord Cromwell...Lord Furnival_] _Cromwell...Furnival_ Capell
conj.

[adg070] _marshal_] _marishal_ Capell. Corrected to _mareshal_ in
Errata. ¶ _Henry_] F1. _Our king Henry_ F2 F3 F4.

[adg072] _Here is_] Pope. _Heere’s_ F1 F2. _Here’s_ F3 F4. ¶ _silly
stately_] _silly-stately_ Dyce (S. Walker conj.).

[adg075] _Him that_] _He that_ Hanmer. _He, whom_ Capell.

[adg083] _amongst_] _among_ F4.

[adg085] _may bear them hence_] _bear them forth_ Collier MS.

[adg088] _proud commanding_] _proud-commanding_ S. Walker conj.

[adg089] _’em_] Theobald. _him_ Ff. _them_ Collier (Theobald conj.).

[adg092] _I’ll...rear’d_] As in Ff. Pope, reading _ashes Dauphin_, ends
the first line at _hence;_ Steevens at _bear_. ¶ _ashes_] _very ashes_
Collier (Collier MS.). ¶ [Att. take up the Bodies. Capell.

[adg094] _rid...what_] Malone. _rid of them, do with him what_ F1.
_rid of them, do with them what_ F2 F3 F4. _rid of them, do what_
Pope. _rid, do with them what_ Capell. ¶ [Exeunt Luc. and Att. bearing
out the Bodies. Capell.

[adg096] [Exeunt.] Rowe. Exit. F1 F2 F3. om. F4.

[aea001] ACT V. SCENE I.] Capell. Scena Secunda. Ff. ¶
London...] Changes to England. Pope. London. A Room in the Palace.
Capell. ¶ Sennet.] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[aea002] _Armagnac_] _Arminack_ Ff.

[aea007] _their_] _this_ F4.

[aea009] _our_] _much_ Collier MS.

[aea016] _this_] _his_ F4.

[aea017] _knit_] Ff. _kin_ Pope. See note (VI).

[aea020] _dowry_] _dower_ S. Walker conj.

[aea021] _Marriage...young!_] _Marriage, alas! my years are yet too
young:_ Pope. _Marriage, good uncle! alas, my years are young;_ Capell.
¶ _uncle! alas,_] _alas! uncle,_ Anon. conj.

[aea027] _my_] F1 F3 F4. om. F2. ¶ Enter...] Enter Winchester, and
three Ambassadors. Ff. Enter a Legate, and two Embassadors, usher’d;
Winchester with them, habited as a Cardinal. Capell.

[aea039] _of_] om. F2.

[aea046] [To the Emb. Capell.

[aea049] _where inshipp’d_] F4. _wherein ship’d_ F1 F2. _wherein
shipp’d_ F3.

[aea050] [Exeunt...] Exeunt. Ff.

[aea053] _deliver’d_] Pope. _delivered_ Ff.

[aea054] _grave_] _brave_ Collier conj.

[aea055] [Exit. Dyce and Staunton.

[aea056] Win. [Aside] Edd. Win. Ff.

[aea059] _neither...or for_] _nor...or for_ Pope. _nor...nor for_
Hanmer. _nor for birth, or for_ Johnson conj.

[aea060] _be overborne_] _not be o’erborn_ Capell.

[aea062] [Exeunt.] Ff. Exit. Dyce and Staunton.

[aeb001] SCENE II.] Capell. Scæna Tertia. Ff. ¶ France.] Pope. ¶
Plains in Anjou.] Capell. ¶ Enter...] Enter...and Jone. Ff. ¶ Bastard,
Reignier] om. Capell. ¶ and forces] and forces, marching. Capell. om.
Ff. ¶ _These_] F1 F2. _This_ F3 F4.

[aeb003] _turn_] _turne_ F1. _returne_ F2. _return_ F3 F4.

[aeb005] _powers_] F1. _power_ F2 F3 F4.

[aeb007] Scout] Ff. a Messenger. Capell.

[aeb012] _parties_] _parts_ Pope. ¶ _conjon’d_] _join’d_ Anon. conj.

[aec001] SCENE III.] Capell. Ff continue the scene. ¶ Before
Angiers.] Under Angiers. Capell.

[aec004] _accidents._] _accidents_, Dyce.

[aec007] [Thunder again. Capell.

[aec008] _speedy and quick_] _speedy quick_ Pope. _speed and quick_ S.
Walker conj.

[aec010] _cull’d_] _call’d_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[aec011] _regions_] _Regions_ Ff. _legions_ Singer (Warburton conj.).

[aec025] _vail_] F3 F4. _vale_ F1 F2. ¶ _lofty-plumed_] Capell.
_lofty plumed_ Ff.

[aec030] Re-enter La Pucelle...] Burgundie and Yorke fight hand to
hand. French flye. Ff.

[aec032] _your_] _you_ Anon. conj.

[aec044] _comest_] Rowe. _comst_ F1 F2. _com’st_ F3 F4.

[aec045] SCENE IV. Pope.

[aec047] _reverent_] Hanmer. _reverend_ Ff.

[aec048], aec049: _I kiss...side._] As in Ff. Capell transposed the
lines, thus: _And lay...side. I kiss..._[Kissing her Hand.]_...peace_.

[aec050] _thou? say,_] _thou? say;_ Pope. _thou, say?_ Ff.

[aec053] _An_] F1 F4. _And_ F2 F3.

[aec056] _cygnets_] Hanmer. _signets_ F1. _cignets_ F2 F3 F4.

[aec057] _prisoner_] F1 F2. _prisoners_ F3 F4. ¶ _her wings_] F3
F4. _his wings_ F1. _hir wings_ F2.

[aec059] [She is going.] Ff. She turns from him, as going. Capell.

[aec060] _pass_] _go_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[aec062] _streams_] _stream_ Singer (Collier MS.).

[aec068] _tongue?_] _tongue to speak?_ Anon. conj. ¶ _here?_] _heere?_
F1. _heere thy prisoner?_ F2 F3 F4. _here alone?_ Keightley conj.

[aec070] _Ay,_] Oh, Pope.

[aec071] _Confounds_] _’Confounds_ F1. ¶ _makes the senses rough_] Ff.
_makes the senses crouch_ Hanmer. _make...crouch_ Capell. _makes the
senses touch_ Jackson conj. _wakes the sense’s touch_ Anon. MS. apud
Singer. _mocks the sense of touch_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[aec075] See note (VII).

[aec077] _pay_] _pray_ F2.

[aec083] _I were best to leave_] Ff. _’Twere best to leave_ Pope. _I
were best leave_ Capell.

[aec085] _random_] F4. _randon_ F1 F2. _randome_ F3.

[aec089], aec090: _tush...carpenter._] Put in the margin by Pope.

[aec095] _is he_] _he is_ F4.

[aec097] _ye_] _ye me_ Pope. ¶ _you_] _ye_ Pope.

[aec106] _cause--_] Capell. _cause_ Ff.

[aec108], aec109: Suf. _Lady...Quo_] Put in the margin by Pope. ¶
aec108: _Lady_] _Nay, hear we, lady_ Capell. _Lady, pray tell me_
Collier (Collier MS.).

[aec110] _suppose_] _then ween_ Collier MS.

[aec112] _To be a queen...vile_] _A queen in bondage is more vile to
me_ Collier MS.

[aec115] _free_] _true_ Collier MS.

[aec120] _to be my--_] F1 F2 F3. _to my--_ F4. _to--_ Steevens conj.

[aec125] _And...myself_] [Aside] _And...thyself_ Delius conj.

[aec126] _are ye_] F1 F2. _are you_ F3 F4.

[aec127] _An if_] Theobald. _And if_ Ff. ¶ _am content_] _give consent_
Collier MS.

[aec128] [To his troops; who come forward. Capell.

[aec130] A parley sounded.] Trumpet sounds a parley. Capell. Sound Ff.
¶ Enter...] Ff.

[aec131] SCENE V. Pope.

[aec139] _easy-held_] _easie-held_ Rowe (ed. 2). _easie held_ Ff.

[aec142] _or feign_] _nor feign_ Capell conj.

[aec144] [Exit...] Capell. om. Ff.

[aec145] _coming_] F4. _comming_ F1 F2 F3. _coming, Reignier_
Capell. _coming down_ Collier (Collier MS.). _coming, king_ Anon
conj. _communing_ Anon. conj. ¶ Enter Reignier, below.] Capell. Enter
Reignier. Ff.

[aec148] _for_] _in_ Pope.

[aec149] _with_] _of_ Pope.

[aec154] _country_] Ff. _counties_ Theobald conj. _countries_ Capell.
_county_ Malone.

[aec158] _counties_] _countries_ Rowe (ed. 1).

[aec165], aec166: Marked ‘Aside’ by Rowe.

[aec172] [Exit. Anon. conj.

[aec174] [Going.] Shee is going. Ff.

[aec175] _but_] om. Pope. ¶ [calling her back. Capell.

[aec177] _becomes_] Ff. _become_ Rowe.

[aec179] _modestly_] _modestie_ F1.

[aec184] [Kisses her.] F4. Kisse her. F1 F2 F3.

[aec185] Mar.] Wark. F4.

[aec186] [Exeunt...] Capell. om. Ff. Exit. Anon. conj.

[aec192] _And_] Capell. _Mad_ F1. _Made_ F2 F3 F4. _Her_ Pope.
_’Mid_ Collier ed. 2 (Collier conj.). _Man:_ Jackson conj.

[aec195] [Exit.] Ff. Exeunt. Rowe.

[aed001] SCENE IV.] Capell. SCENE VI. Pope. om. Ff. ¶
Camp...Anjou.] Capell. ¶ Enter...] Capell. Enter Yorke, Warwicke,
Shepheard, Pucell. Ff. ¶ Enter La Pucelle...] Enter Pucelle, guarded;
Shepherd, her Father, with her. Capell.

[aed005] _timeless cruel_] _timeless-cruel_ S. Walker conj.

[aed006] _Joan, I’ll_] _Jone, Ile_ F1. _Ile_ F2. _I’le_ F3 F4. _I
will_ Rowe.

[aed010] _an_] Pope. _and_ Ff. _an’t_ Anon. conj.

[aed013] _first fruit_] _first-fruits_ Capell conj.

[aed017] _obstacle_] _obstinate_ S. Walker conj.

[aed020] _prithee_] _prythee_ F1 F2. _pray thee_ F3 F4. _pray_
Johnson.

[aed028] _suck’dst_] _suck’st_ F1.

[aed030] _my_] _thy_ F4. ¶ _a-field_] F1. _a field_ F2 F3. _afield_
F4.

[aed037] _Not me_] _Me, not_ Anon. conj. ¶ _me begotten_] _one
begotten_ Collier (Malone conj.). _mean-begotten_ Anon. conj.

[aed049] _No, misconceived!_] Steevens. _No misconceyued,_ F1. _No
misconceived,_ F2 F3. _No, misconceived_ F4. _No, misconceivers_;
Capell. ¶ _Are_] Rowe. Aire Ff.

[aed054] _Ay...execution!_] As two lines, S. Walker conj.

[aed060] _discover_] F3 F4. _discovet_ F1 F2.

[aed061] _to be_] om. Hanmer.

[aed066] _ye_] _you_ Rowe.

[aed070] _Well_] _Well, well_ Capell. ¶ _we’ll_] F1. we will F2 F3
F4.

[aed074] _Alençon...Machiavel_] Put in the margin by Pope. ¶
_Machiavel_] Pope. _Machevile_ F1 F2 F3. _Matchevile_ F4.

[aed075] _an if_] Theobald. _and if_ Ff.

[aed082] _hath_] F1. _had_ F2 F3 F4.

[aed087] _reflex_] _reflect_ Warburton.

[aed091] [Exit, guarded.] Theobald. Exit. Ff.

[aed093] Enter Cardinal...] Enter Cardinall. Ff (after line 91). Enter
Cardinal Beaufort, attended. Capell.

[aed094] SCENE VII. Pope.

[aed099] _aspiring_] _respiring_ Warburton.

[aed100], aed101: _here...Approacheth_] _see...Approaching_ Pope.

[aed101] _matter_] F1. _matters_ F2 F3 F4.

[aed102] _travail_] _travell_ F1 F2 F3. _travel_ F4.

[aed115]...Bastard...] Ff. om. Capell. ¶...and others] Capell. om. Ff.

[aed118] _We_] _I_ Capell.

[aed121] _poison’d_] _prison’d_ Theobald. See note (VIII).

[aed133] _as_] _a_ F4.

[aed139] _With_] _Of_ Rowe.

[aed149] _compromise_] Rowe. _compremize_ Ff.

[aed150] _comparison_] _comparisons_ Collier MS.

[aed155]–aed158: [To the Dauphin aside. Hanmer.

[aed159]–aed164: [Aside to the Dauphin. Pope.

[aed165] _How...stand?_] One line in Pope: two in Ff.

[aed172] [Charles and the rest give tokens of fealty. Johnson.

[aed173] _ye please_] _you please_ F4.

[aed175] _entertain_] _interchange_ Collier MS.

[aee001] SCENE V.] Capell. SCENE VIII. Pope. Actus Quintus.
F1. om. F2 F3 F4. ¶ London. The royal palace.] Changes to England.
Pope. London. A room in the palace. Capell. ¶ Enter...] Ff. Enter King
Henry, and Suffolk, conferring; Gloster, and Exeter, after them. Capell.

[aee011] _of her_] F1 F2. _to her_ F3 F4.

[aee028] _that contract_] _the contract_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[aee039] _Yes, my lord_] F1. _Yes my good lord_ F2 F3 F4. _Yes,
yes, my lord_ or _Why, yes, my lord_ Anon. conj.

[aee042] _As_] _That_ Rowe.

[aee046] _warrant a_] F1. _warrant_ F2 F3 F4.

[aee047] _Where_] _While_ Pope.

[aee055] _Marriage_] F1. _But marriage;_ F2 F3 F4.

[aee060] _It most_] Rowe. _Most_ Ff. _The most_ Collier MS.

[aee064] _bringeth_] F1. _bringeth forth_ F2 F3 F4.

[aee071] _women_] _woman_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[aee072] _Will answer_] Ff. _Answer_ Pope. _will Answer_ Capell. ¶
_our_] om. Steevens conj.

[aee090] _To cross_] _Across_ S. Walker conj.

[aee102] [Exeunt......] Capell. Exit Glocester. Ff.

[aee106] _Trojan_] _Troian_ F1.




NOTES TO I KING HENRY VI.


NOTE I.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. Mr G. R. French writes to us: ‘In 1 Henry VI., it
is generally said of the Duke of York: “Richard Plantagenet, _eldest_
son of Richard, late Earl of Cambridge.” But he was an _only_ son.
“Eldest” should therefore be left out.’

We have made other changes in the ‘Dramatis Personæ’ of the following
plays, in accordance with suggestions from Mr French, to whom we beg to
repeat our acknowledgements.


NOTE II.

I. 1. 60. The word Rheims, spelt ‘Rheimes’ in the Folios, must be
pronounced as a dissyllable, otherwise the metre halts. Capell’s
interpolation, the credit of which is claimed as usual by Steevens
derives some support from the fact that _Roan_, i.e. _Rouen_, is
mentioned by Gloucester in line 65. Possibly we should read _Rheimes_
for _Roan_ in the latter passage.


NOTE III.

I. 3. 59. The insertion made by the Editor of the second Folio for
the sake of the metre shows that a change had already taken place in
the pronunciation of the word ‘Mayor,’ which in Shakespeare’s day was
sometimes written and pronounced ‘Major.’ See _1 Henry IV_. II. 4.
473: ‘I deny your major; if you will deny the Sheriff, so; let him
enter.’ In line 84 of the present scene, however, the ‘Maior’ of the
first Folio becomes ‘Major’ in the second--probably from inadvertence.


NOTE IV.

I. 4. 16–18. We leave this corrupt passage as it stands in the first
Folio. In the second Folio, which is followed as usual by the third and
fourth, it is thus given:

 ‘And fully even these three dayes have I watcht,
  If I could see them. Now Boy doe thou watch,
  For I can stay no longer.’

Pope omits the words ‘For...longer.’

Malone has:

 ‘And even these three days have I watched,
  If I could see them.
  Now do thou watch, for I can stay no longer.’

Mr Collier:

 ‘And even these three days have I watch’d, if I
  Could see them.
  Now, do thou watch, for I can stay no longer.’


NOTE V.

III. 2. 17. All editors previous to Capell, except Hanmer, follow
the Folios in making Reignier speak without having brought him on the
stage, and all subsequent editors follow Capell in giving Reignier’s
speeches to Alençon, without noting that he had made any change. Hanmer
altered Alençon to Reignier in the stage-direction, line 16, and
Reignier to Alençon in the stage-direction, line 40.


NOTE VI.

V. 1. 17. However plausible the emendation _kin_ may seem, we leave
_knit_, the reading of the Folios, as the conceit suggested by the
‘knot of amity,’ in the preceding line, is not alien from the author’s
manner. Mr Collier, in a note to his second edition, says: “Mr Singer
is obliged to admit that it has been proposed to read ‘near _kin_ to
Charles.’ Where has it been so proposed? In the corrected Folio, 1632,
which Mr Singer has always such a wish to ignore. The emendation was
never suggested (not even in Mr Singer’s corrected Folio, 1632) until
it appeared in our volume of ‘Notes and emendations,’ p. 277.”

In fact, it was first suggested by Pope, and adopted by Theobald,
Hanmer, Warburton, and Johnson. Capell restored _knit_, in which he was
followed by Steevens and Malone.


NOTE VII.

V. III. 75. This and other speeches which follow are marked by Pope
and subsequent editors as spoken aside, but this is so obvious that
we have not thought it necessary to encumber our pages with marginal
directions.


NOTE VIII.

V. 4. 121. Malone, followed by Singer, Mr Collier, and Herr Delius,
attributes the emendation ‘prison’d’ for ‘poison’d’ to Pope. Mr
Staunton rightly assigns it to Theobald.




THE SECOND PART OF KING HENRY THE SIXTH.


DRAMATIS PERSONÆ†.

 KING HENRY the Sixth.
 HUMPHREY, Duke of Gloucester, his uncle.
 CARDINAL BEAUFORT, Bishop of Winchester, great-uncle
     to the King.
 RICHARD PLANTAGENET, Duke of York.
 EDWARD and RICHARD, his sons.
 DUKE OF SOMERSET.
 DUKE OF SUFFOLK.
 DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.
 LORD CLIFFORD.
 Young CLIFFORD, his son.
 EARL OF SALISBURY.
 EARL OF WARWICK.
 LORD SCALES.
 LORD SAY.
 SIR HUMPHREY STAFFORD, and WILLIAM STAFFORD, his
     brother.
 SIR JOHN STANLEY.
 VAUX.
 MATTHEW GOFFE‡.
 A Sea-captain, Master, and Master’s-Mate, and WALTER
     WHITMORE.
 Two Gentlemen, prisoners with Suffolk.
 JOHN HUME and JOHN SOUTHWELL, priests.
 BOLINGBROKE, a conjurer.
 THOMAS HORNER, an armourer. PETER, his man.
 Clerk of Chatham. Mayor of Saint Alban’s.
 SIMPCOX, an impostor.
 ALEXANDER IDEN, a Kentish gentleman.
 JACK CADE, a rebel.
 GEORGE BEVIS, JOHN HOLLAND, DICK the butcher,
     SMITH the weaver, MICHAEL, &c., followers of Cade.
 Two Murderers.
 MARGARET, Queen to King Henry.
 ELEANOR, Duchess of Gloucester.
 MARGARET JOURDAIN, a witch.
 Wife to Simpcox.

Lords, Ladies, and Attendants, Petitioners, Aldermen, a Herald, a
Beadle, Sheriff, and Officers, Citizens, ’Prentices, Falconers,
Guards, Soldiers, Messengers, &c.

A Spirit.

SCENE: _England_.

 ──────────
 † DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.] First given imperfectly by Rowe.

 ‡ MATTHEW GOFFE.] Edd. (French conj.). om. Rowe.


THE SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI.

ACT I.


SCENE I. _London. The palace_.

_Flourish of trumpets: then hautboys. Enter,_ THE KING, HUMPHREY, Duke
of Gloucester, SALISBURY, WARWICK, _and_ CARDINAL BEAUFORT, _on the one
side;_ THE QUEEN, SUFFOLK, YORK, SOMERSET, _and_ BUCKINGHAM, _on the
other_.

 _Suf._ As by your high imperial majesty   [baa001]
 I had in charge at my depart for France,   [baa002]
 As procurator to your excellence,
 To marry Princess Margaret for your grace,
 So, in the famous ancient city Tours,   ·baa005·
 In presence of the Kings of France and Sicil,
 The Dukes of Orleans, Calaber, Bretagne and Alençon,   [baa007]
 Seven earls, twelve barons and twenty reverend bishops,
 I have perform’d my task and was espoused:
 And humbly now upon my bended knee,   ·baa010·
 In sight of England and her lordly peers,
 Deliver up my title in the queen
 To your most gracious hands, that are the substance   [baa013]
 Of that great shadow I did represent;
 The happiest gift that ever marquess gave,   ·baa015·
 The fairest queen that ever king received.

 _King._ Suffolk, arise. Welcome, Queen Margaret:
 I can express no kinder sign of love
 Than this kind kiss. O Lord, that lends me life,   [baa019]
 Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!   ·baa020·
 For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
 A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
 If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.

 _Queen._ Great King of England and my gracious lord,
 The mutual conference that my mind hath had,   ·baa025·
 By day, by night, waking and in my dreams,
 In courtly company or at my beads,
 With you, mine alder-liefest sovereign,   [baa028]
 Makes me the bolder to salute my king
 With ruder terms, such as my wit affords   ·baa030·
 And over-joy of heart doth minister.

 _King._ Her sight did ravish; but her grace in speech,
 Her words y-clad with wisdom’s majesty,
 Makes me from wondering fall to weeping joys;   [baa034]
 Such is the fulness of my heart’s content.   ·baa035·
 Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome my love.

 _All_ [_kneeling_]. Long live Queen Margaret, England’s
               happiness!   [baa037]

 _Queen._ We thank you all.        [_Flourish._

 _Suff._ My lord protector, so it please your grace,
 Here are the articles of contracted peace   ·baa040·
 Between our sovereign and the French king Charles,
 For eighteen months concluded by consent.

 _Glou._ [_Reads_] ‘Imprimis, it is agreed between the French king
 Charles, and William de la Pole, Marquess of Suffolk, ambassador
 for Henry King of England, that the said Henry shall espouse the
 Lady ·baa045· Margaret, daughter unto Reignier King of Naples, Sicilia
 and Jerusalem, and crown her Oueen of England ere the thirtieth of May
 next [baa047] ensuing. Item, that the duchy of Anjou and the county
 of Maine [baa048] shall be released and delivered to the king her
 father’-- [baa049]
               [_Lets the paper fall._

 _King._ Uncle, how now!

 _Glou._                     Pardon me, gracious lord;   ·baa050·
 Some sudden qualm hath struck me at the heart   [baa051]
 And dimm’d mine eyes, that I can read no further.

 _King._ Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on.

 _Car._ [_Reads_] ‘Item, It is further agreed between them, that
 the [baa054] duchies of Anjou and Maine shall be released and
 delivered over to [baa055] the king her father, and she sent over of
 the King of England’s own proper cost and charges, without having any
 dowry.’   [baa057]

 _King._ They please us well. Lord marquess, kneel down:   [baa058]
 We here create thee the first duke of Suffolk,
 And gird thee with the sword. Cousin of York,   [baa060]
 We here discharge your grace from being regent
 I’ the parts of France, till term of eighteen months   [baa062]
 Be full expired. Thanks, uncle Winchester,
 Gloucester, York, Buckingham, Somerset,   [baa064]
 Salisbury, and Warwick;   ·baa065·
 We thank you all for this great favour done,   [baa066]
 In entertainment to my princely queen.
 Come, let us in, and with all speed provide
 To see her coronation be perform’d.   [baa069]
               [_Exeunt King, Queen, and Suffolk._

 _Glou._ Brave peers of England, pillars of the state,   [baa070]
 To you Duke Humphrey must unload his grief,
 Your grief, the common grief of all the land.
 What! did my brother Henry spend his youth,
 His valour, coin and people, in the wars?
 Did he so often lodge in open field,   ·baa075·
 In winter’s cold and summer’s parching heat,
 To conquer France, his true inheritance?
 And did my brother Bedford toil his wits,
 To keep by policy what Henry got?
 Have you yourselves, Somerset, Buckingham,   ·baa080·
 Brave York, Salisbury, and victorious Warwick,
 Received deep scars in France and Normandy?
 Or hath mine uncle Beaufort and myself,   [baa083]
 With all the learned council of the realm,
 Studied so long, sat in the council-house   ·baa085·
 Early and late, debating to and fro
 How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe,
 And had his highness in his infancy   [baa088]
 Crowned in Paris in despite of foes?
 And shall these labours and these honours die?   ·baa090·
 Shall Henry’s conquest, Bedford’s vigilance,
 Your deeds of war and all our counsel die?
 O peers of England, shameful is this league!
 Fatal this marriage, cancelling your fame,
 Blotting your names from books of memory,   ·baa095·
 Razing the characters of your renown,
 Defacing monuments of conquer’d France,
 Undoing all, as all had never been!

 _Car._ Nephew, what means this passionate discourse,
 This peroration with such circumstance?   [baa100]
 For France, ’tis ours; and we will keep it still.

 _Glou._ Ay, uncle, we will keep it, if we can;
 But now it is impossible we should:
 Suffolk, the new-made duke that rules the roast,   [baa104]
 Hath given the duchy of Anjou and Maine   [baa105]
 Unto the poor King Reignier, whose large style
 Agrees not with the leanness of his purse.

 _Sal._ Now, by the death of Him that died for all,
 These counties were the keys of Normandy.
 But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son?   ·baa110·

 _War._ For grief that they are past recovery:
 For, were there hope to conquer them again,
 My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears.
 Anjou and Maine! myself did win them both;
 Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer:   ·baa115·
 And are the cities, that I got with wounds,   [baa116]
 Deliver’d up again with peaceful words?
 Mort Dieu!   [baa118]

 _York._ For Suffolk’s duke, may he be suffocate,   [baa119]
 That dims the honour of this warlike isle!   ·baa120·
 France should have torn and rent my very heart,
 Before I would have yielded to this league.
 I never read but England’s kings have had
 Large sums of gold and dowries with their wives;
 And our King Henry gives away his own,   ·baa125·
 To match with her that brings no vantages.

 _Glou._ A proper jest, and never heard before,
 That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenth
 For costs and charges in transporting her!
 She should have stayed in France and starved in France,   [baa130]
 Before--

 _Car._ My lord of Gloucester, now ye grow too hot:
 It was the pleasure of my lord the king.

 _Glou._ My lord of Winchester, I know your mind;
 ’Tis not my speeches that you do mislike,   ·baa135·
 But ’tis my presence that doth trouble ye.
 Rancour will out: proud prelate, in thy face
 I see thy fury: if I longer stay.
 We shall begin our ancient bickerings.
 Lordings, farewell; and say, when I am gone,   ·baa140·
 I prophesied France will be lost ere long.          [_Exit._

 _Car._  So, there goes our protector in a rage.
 Tis known to you he is mine enemy,
 Nay, more, an enemy unto you all,
 And no great friend, I fear me, to the king.   ·baa145·
 Consider, lords, he is the next of blood,
 And heir apparent to the English crown:
 Had Henry got an empire by his marriage,
 And all the wealthy kingdoms of the west,   [baa149]
 There’s reason he should be displeased at it.   ·baa150·
 Look to it, lords; let not his smoothing words
 Bewitch your hearts; be wise and circumspect.
 What though the common people favour him,
 Calling him ‘Humphrey, the good Duke of Gloucester,’
 Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice,   ·baa155·
 ‘Jesu maintain your royal excellence!’
 With ‘God preserve the good Duke Humphrey!’
 I fear me, lords, for all this flattering gloss,
 He will be found a dangerous protector.

 _Buck._ Why should he, then, protect our sovereign,   ·baa160·
 He being of age to govern of himself?
 Cousin of Somerset, join you with me,
 And all together, with the Duke of Suffolk,   [baa163]
 We’ll quickly hoise Duke Humphrey from his seat.   [baa164]

 _Car._ This weighty business will not brook delay;   ·baa165·
 I’ll to the Duke of Suffolk presently.          [_Exit._

 _Som._ Cousin of Buckingham, though Humphrey’s pride
 And greatness of his place be grief to us,
 Yet let us watch the haughty cardinal:
 His insolence is more intolerable   ·baa170·
 Than all the princes in the land beside:
 If Gloucester be displaced, he’ll be protector.

 _Buck._ Or thou or I, Somerset, will be protector,   [baa173]
 Despite Duke Humphrey or the cardinal.   [baa174]
               [_Exeunt Buckingham and Somerset._

 _Sal._ Pride went before, ambition follows him.   [baa175]
 While these do labour for their own preferment,
 Behoves it us to labour for the realm.
 I never saw but Humphrey Duke of Gloucester
 Did bear him like a noble gentleman.
 Oft have I seen the haughty cardinal,   ·baa180·
 More like a soldier than a man o’ the church,
 As stout and proud as he were lord of all,
 Swear like a ruffian and demean himself
 Unlike the ruler of a commonweal.
 Warwick, my son, the comfort of my age,   ·baa185·
 Thy deeds, thy plainness and thy housekeeping,
 Hath won the greatest favour of the commons,   [baa187]
 Excepting none but good Duke Humphrey:
 And, brother York, thy acts in Ireland,   [baa189]
 In bringing them to civil discipline,   ·baa190·
 Thy late exploits done in the heart of France,
 When thou wert regent for our sovereign,
 Have made thee fear’d and honour’d of the people:
 Join we together, for the public good,
 In what we can, to bridle and suppress   ·baa195·
 The pride of Suffolk and the cardinal,
 With Somerset’s and Buckingham’s ambition;
 And, as we may, cherish Duke Humphrey’s deeds,
 While they do tend the profit of the land.   [baa199]

 _War._ So God help Warwick, as he loves the land,   ·baa200·
 And common profit of his country!   [baa201]

 _York._ [_Aside_] And so says York, for he hath greatest
               cause.   [baa202]

 _Sal._ Then let’s make haste away, and look unto the main.   [baa203]

 _War._ Unto the main! O father, Maine is lost;   [baa204]
 That Maine which by main force Warwick did win,   [baa205]
 And would have kept so long as breath did last!
 Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine,
 Which I will win from France, or else be slain.   [baa208]
               [_Exeunt Warwick and Salisbury._

 _York._ Anjou and Maine are given to the French;   [baa209]
 Paris is lost; the state of Normandy   ·baa210·
 Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone:
 Suffolk concluded on the articles,
 The peers agreed, and Henry was well pleased
 To change two dukedoms for a duke’s fair daughter.
 I cannot blame them all: what is’t to them?   ·baa215·
 ’Tis thine they give away, and not their own.   [baa216]
 Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage   [baa217]
 And purchase friends and give to courtezans,
 Still revelling like lords till all be gone;
 While as the silly owner of the goods   ·baa220·
 Weeps over them and wrings his hapless hands   [baa221]
 And shakes his head and trembling stands aloof.
 While all is shared and all is borne away,
 Ready to starve and dare not touch his own:   [baa224]
 So York must sit and fret and bite his tongue,   ·baa225·
 While his own lands are bargain’d for and sold.
 Methinks the realms of England, France and Ireland
 Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood
 As did the fatal brand Althæa burn’d
 Unto the prince’s heart of Calydon.   ·baa230·
 Anjou and Maine both given unto the French!
 Cold news for me, for I had hope of France,
 Even as I have of fertile England’s soil.   [baa233]
 A day will come when York shall claim his own;
 And therefore I will take the Nevils’ parts   ·baa235·
 And make a show of love to proud Duke Humphrey,
 And, when I spy advantage, claim the crown,
 For that’s the golden mark I seek to hit:
 Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right,
 Nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist,   ·baa240·
 Nor wear the diadem upon his head,
 Whose church-like humours fits not for a crown.   [baa242]
 Then, York, be still awhile, till time do serve:
 Watch thou and wake when others be asleep,
 To pry into the secrets of the state;   ·baa245·
 Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love,   [baa246]
 With his new bride and England’s dear-bought queen.   [baa247]
 And Humphrey with the peers be fall’n at jars:
 Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,
 With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed;   ·baa250·
 And in my standard bear the arms of York,   [baa251]
 To grapple with the house of Lancaster;
 And, force perforce, I’ll make him yield the crown,
 Whose bookish rule hath pull’d fair England down.      [_Exit._


SCENE II. _The_ DUKE OF GLOUCESTER’S _house_.

_Enter_ DUKE HUMPHREY _and his wife_ ELEANOR.

 _Duch._ Why droops my lord, like over-ripen’d corn,   [bab001]
 Hanging the head at Ceres’ plenteous load?   [bab002]
 Why doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his brows,
 As frowning at the favours of the world?
 Why are thine eyes fix’d to the sullen earth,   ·bab005·
 Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight?
 What seest thou there? King Henry’s diadem,
 Enchased with all the honours of the world?
 If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face,
 Until thy head be circled with the same.   ·bab010·
 Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.
 What, is’t too short? I’ll lengthen it with mine;
 And, having both together heaved it up,
 We’ll both together lift our heads to heaven,
 And never more abase our sight so low   ·bab015·
 As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.

 _Glou._ O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord,
 Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts.
 And may that thought, when I imagine ill
 Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry,   ·bab020·
 Be my last breathing in this mortal world!
 My troublous dream this night doth make me sad.   [bab022]

 _Duch._ What dream’d my lord? tell me, and I’ll requite it
 With sweet rehearsal of my morning’s dream.

 _Glou._ Methought this staff, mine office-badge in court,   [bab025]
 Was broke in twain; by whom I have forgot,
 But, as I think, it was by the cardinal;
 And on the pieces of the broken wand
 Were placed the heads of Edmund Duke of Somerset,
 And William de la Pole, first duke of Suffolk.   ·bab030·
 This was my dream: what it doth bode, God knows.   [bab031]

 _Duch._ Tut, this was nothing but an argument
 That he that breaks a stick of Gloucester’s grove
 Shall lose his head for his presumption.
 But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke:   ·bab035·
 Methought I sat in seat of majesty
 In the cathedral church of Westminster,
 And in that chair where kings and queens are crown’d;   [bab038]
 Where Henry and dame Margaret kneel’d to me   [bab039]
 And on my head did set the diadem.   ·bab040·

 _Glou._ Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright:
 Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtured Eleanor,   [bab042]
 Art thou not second woman in the realm,
 And the protector’s wife, beloved of him?
 Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command,   ·bab045·
 Above the reach or compass of thy thought?
 And wilt thou still be hammering treachery,
 To tumble down thy husband and thyself
 From top of honour to disgrace’s feet?
 Away from me, and let me hear no more!   ·bab050·

 _Duch._ What, what, my lord! are you so choleric
 With Eleanor, for telling but her dream?
 Next time I’ll keep my dreams unto myself,
 And not be check’d.

 _Glou._ Nay, be not angry; I am pleased again.   ·bab055·

    _Enter_ Messenger.

 _Mess._ My lord protector, ’tis his highness’ pleasure
 You do prepare to ride unto Saint Alban’s,   [bab057]
 Where as the king and queen do mean to hawk.   [bab058]

 _Glou._ I go. Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us?   [bab059]

 _Duch._ Yes, my good lord, I’ll follow presently.   [bab060]
               [_Exeunt Gloucester and Messenger._
 Follow I must; I cannot go before,
 While Gloucester bears this base and humble mind.
 Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood,
 I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks
 And smooth my way upon their headless necks;   ·bab065·
 And, being a woman, I will not be slack
 To play my part in Fortune’s pageant.
 Where are you there? Sir John! nay, fear not, man,   [bab068]
 We are alone; here’s none but thee and I.   [bab069]

    _Enter_ HUME.

 _Hume._ Jesus preserve your royal majesty!   ·bab070·

 _Duch._ What say’st thou? majesty! I am but grace.   [bab071]

 _Hume._ But, by the grace of God, and Hume’s advice,
 Your grace’s title shall be multiplied.

 _Duch._ What say’st thou, man? hast thou as yet conferr’d
 With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch,   [bab075]
 With Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer?
 And will they undertake to do me good?

 _Hume._ This they have promised, to show your highness
 A spirit raised from depth of under-ground,
 That shall make answer to such questions   ·bab080·
 As by your grace shall be propounded him.

 _Duch._ It is enough; I’ll think upon the questions:
 When from Saint Alban’s we do make return,
 We’ll see these things effected to the full.
 Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man,   ·bab085·
 With thy confederates in this weighty cause.      [_Exit._

 _Hume._ Hume must make merry with the duchess’ gold;
 Marry, and shall. But, how now, Sir John Hume!
 Seal up your lips, and give no words but mum:   [bab089]
 The business asketh silent secrecy.   ·bab090·
 Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch:
 Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil.
 Yet have I gold flies from another coast;
 I dare not say, from the rich cardinal
 And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk,   ·bab095·
 Yet I do find it so; for, to be plain,
 They, knowing Dame Eleanor’s aspiring humour,   [bab097]
 Have hired me to undermine the duchess
 And buz these conjurations in her brain.
 They say ‘A crafty knave does need no broker;’   ·bab100·
 Yet am I Suffolk and the cardinal’s broker.   [bab101]
 Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near
 To call them both a pair of crafty knaves.
 Well, so it stands; and thus, I fear, at last
 Hume’s knavery will be the duchess’ wreck,   [bab105]
 And her attainture will be Humphrey’s fall:
 Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all.      [_Exit._


SCENE III. _The palace_.

_Enter three or four Petitioners,_ PETER, _the Armourer’s man,
being one_.

 _First Petit._ My masters, let’s stand close: my lord   [bac001]
 protector will come this way by and by, and then we may
 deliver our supplications in the quill.   [bac003]

 _Sec. Petit._ Marry, the Lord protect him, for he’s a
 good man! Jesu bless him!   ·bac005·

    _Enter_ SUFFOLK _and_ QUEEN.

 _Peter._ Here a’ comes, methinks, and the queen with   [bac006]
 him. I’ll be the first, sure.

 _Sec. Petit._ Come back, fool; this is the Duke of Suffolk,
 and not my lord protector.

 _Suf._ How now, fellow! wouldst any thing with me?   ·bac010·

 _First Petit._ I pray, my lord, pardon me; I took ye
 for my lord protector.

 _Queen._ [_Reading_] ‘To my Lord Protector!’ Are your   [bac013]
 supplications to his lordship? Let me see them: what is
 thine?   ·bac015·

 _First Petit._ Mine is, an’t please your grace, against   [bac016]
 John Goodman, my lord cardinal’s man, for keeping my
 house, and lands, and wife and all, from me.

 _Suf._ Thy wife too! that’s some wrong, indeed.
 What’s yours? What’s here! [_Reads_] ‘Against the Duke   [bac020]
 of Suffolk, for enclosing the commons of Melford.’ How   [bac021]
 now, sir knave!

 _Sec. Petit._ Alas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our
 whole township.

 _Peter_ [_giving his petition_]. Against my master, Thomas   [bac025]
 Horner, for saying that the Duke of York was rightful
 heir to the crown.

 _Queen._ What say’st thou? did the Duke of York say   [bac028]
 he was rightful heir to the crown?

 _Peter._ That my master was? no, forsooth: my master   [bac030]
 said that he was, and that the king was an usurper.

 _Suf._ Who is there? [_Enter Servant._] Take this fellow   [bac032]
 in, and send for his master with a pursuivant presently:
 we’ll hear more of your matter before the king.
               [_Exit Servant with Peter._   [bac034]

 _Queen._ And as for you, that love to be protected   ·bac035·
 Under the wings of our protector’s grace,
 Begin your suits anew, and sue to him.
               [_Tears the supplications._   [bac037]
 Away, base cullions! Suffolk, let them go.

 _All._ Come, let’s be gone.        [_Exeunt._   [bac039]

 _Queen._ My Lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise,   ·bac040·
 Is this the fashion in the court of England?   [bac041]
 Is this the government of Britain’s isle,
 And this the royalty of Albion’s king?
 What, shall King Henry be a pupil still
 Under the surly Gloucester’s governance?   ·bac045·
 Am I a queen in title and in style,
 And must be made a subject to a duke?
 I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours
 Thou ran’st a tilt in honour of my love   [bac049]
 And stolest away the ladies’ hearts of France,   ·bac050·
 I thought King Henry had resembled thee
 In courage, courtship and proportion:
 But all his mind is bent to holiness,
 To number Ave-Maries on his beads;
 His champions are the prophets and apostles,   ·bac055·
 His weapons holy saws of sacred writ,
 His study is his tilt-yard, and his loves
 Are brazen images of canonized saints.   [bac058]
 I would the college of the cardinals   [bac059]
 Would choose him pope and carry him to Rome,   ·bac060·
 And set the triple crown upon his head:
 That were a state fit for his holiness.

 _Suf._ Madam, be patient: as I was cause   [bac063]
 Your highness came to England, so will I
 In England work your grace’s full content.   ·bac065·

 _Queen._ Beside the haughty protector, have we Beaufort   [bac066]
 The imperious churchman, Somerset, Buckingham,
 And grumbling York; and not the least of these
 But can do more in England than the king.

 _Suf._ And he of these that can do most of all   ·bac070·
 Cannot do more in England than the Nevils:
 Salisbury and Warwick are no simple peers.

 _Queen._ Not all these lords do vex me half so much
 As that proud dame, the lord protector’s wife.
 She sweeps it through the court with troops of ladies,   [bac075]
 More like an empress than duke Humphrey’s wife:
 Strangers in court do take her for the queen:
 She bears a duke’s revenues on her back,
 And in her heart she scorns our poverty:   [bac079]
 Shall I not live to be avenged on her?   ·bac080·
 Contemptuous base-born callet as she is,
 She vaunted ’mongst her minions t’other day,
 The very train of her worst wearing gown
 Was better worth than all my father’s lands,
 Till Suffolk gave two dukedoms for his daughter.   ·bac085·

 _Suf._ Madam, myself have limed a bush for her,
 And placed a quire of such enticing birds,
 That she will light to listen to the lays,   [bac088]
 And never mount to trouble you again.
 So, let her rest: and, madam, list to me;   ·bac090·
 For I am bold to counsel you in this.
 Although we fancy not the cardinal,   [bac092]
 Yet must we join with him and with the lords,
 Till we have brought Duke Humphrey in disgrace.
 As for the Duke of York, this late complaint   ·bac095·
 Will make but little for his benefit.
 So, one by one, we’ll weed them all at last,   [bac097]
 And you yourself shall steer the happy helm.   [bac098]

    _Sound a Sennet. Enter the_ KING, DUKE HUMPHREY of
    Gloucester, CARDINAL BEAUFORT, BUCKINGHAM, YORK,
    SOMERSET, SALISBURY, WARWICK, _and the_ DUCHESS OF
    GLOUCESTER.

 _King._ For my part, noble lords, I care not which;   [bac099]
 Or Somerset or York, all’s one to me.   ·bac100·

 _York._ If York have ill demean’d himself in France,
 Then let him be denay’d the regentship.   [bac102]

 _Som._ If Somerset be unworthy of the place,
 Let York be regent; I will yield to him.

 _War._ Whether your grace be worthy, yea or no,   ·bac105·
 Dispute not that: York is the worthier.

 _Car._ Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak.

 _War._ The cardinal’s not my better in the field.   [bac108]

 _Buck._ All in this presence are thy betters, Warwick.

 _War._ Warwick may live to be the best of all.   ·bac110·

 _Sal._ Peace, son! and show some reason, Buckingham,
 Why Somerset should be preferred in this.

 _Queen._ Because the king, forsooth, will have it so.

 _Glou._ Madam, the king is old enough himself
 To give his censure: these are no women’s matters.   [bac115]

 _Queen._ If he be old enough, what needs your grace
 To be protector of his excellence?

 _Glou._ Madam, I am protector of the realm;
 And, at his pleasure, will resign my place.

 _Suf._ Resign it then and leave thine insolence.   ·bac120·
 Since thou wert king--as who is king but thou?--
 The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck;   [bac122]
 The Dauphin hath prevail’d beyond the seas;
 And all the peers and nobles of the realm
 Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty.   ·bac125·

 _Car._ The commons hast thou rack’d; the clergy’s bags
 Are lank and lean with thy extortions.

 _Som._ Thy sumptuous buildings and thy wife’s attire
 Have cost a mass of public treasury.   [bac129]

 _Buck._ Thy cruelty in execution   ·bac130·
 Upon offenders hath exceeded law
 And left thee to the mercy of the law.

 _Queen._ Thy sale of offices and towns in France,
 If they were known, as the suspect is great,
 Would make thee quickly hop without thy head.   [bac135]
               [_Exit Gloucester. The Queen drops her fan._
 Give me my fan: what, minion! can ye not?
               [_She gives the Duchess a box on the ear._
 I cry you mercy, madam; was it you?

 _Duch._ Was’t I! yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman:
 Could I come near your beauty with my nails,
 I’ld set my ten commandments in your face.   [bac140]

 _King._ Sweet aunt, be quiet; ’twas against her will.

 _Duch._ Against her will! good king, look to’t in time;
 She’ll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby:
 Though in this place most master wear no breeches,   [bac144]
 She shall not strike Dame Eleanor unrevenged. [_Exit._  ·bac145·

 _Buck._ Lord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor,   [bac146]
 And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds:
 She’s tickled now; her fume needs no spurs,   [bac148]
 She’ll gallop far enough to her destruction.   [bac149]
               [_Exit._

    _Re-enter_ GLOUCESTER.

 _Glou._ Now, lords, my choler being over-blown   [bac150]
 With walking once about the quadrangle,
 I come to talk of commonwealth affairs.
 As for your spiteful false objections,
 Prove them, and I lie open to the law:
 But God in mercy so deal with my soul,   [bac155]
 As I in duty love my king and country!
 But, to the matter that we have in hand:
 I say, my sovereign, York is meetest man
 To be your regent in the realm of France.

 _Suf._ Before we make election, give me leave   ·bac160·
 To show some reason, of no little force,
 That York is most unmeet of any man.

 _York._ I’ll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet:
 First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride;
 Next, if I be appointed for the place,   ·bac165·
 My Lord of Somerset will keep me here,   [bac166]
 Without discharge, money, or furniture,
 Till France be won into the Dauphin’s hands:
 Last time, I danced attendance on his will
 Till Paris was besieged, famish’d, and lost.   ·bac170·

 _War._ That can I witness; and a fouler fact
 Did never traitor in the land commit.

 _Suf._ Peace, headstrong Warwick!

 _War._ Image of pride, why should I hold my peace?   [bac174]

    _Enter_ HORNER, _the Armourer, and his man_ PETER, _guarded_.

 _Suf._ Because here is a man accused of treason:   ·bac175·
 Pray God the Duke of York excuse himself!

 _York._ Doth any one accuse York for a traitor?

 _King._ What mean’st thou, Suffolk; tell me, what are these?

 _Suf._ Please it your majesty, this is the man
 That doth accuse his master of high treason:   ·bac180·
 His words were these: that Richard Duke of York
 Was rightful heir unto the English crown
 And that your majesty was an usurper.

 _King._ Say, man, were these thy words?

 _Hor._ An’t shall please your majesty, I never said nor   [bac185]
 thought any such matter: God is my witness, I am falsely
 accused by the villain.

 _Pet._ By these ten bones, my lords, he did speak them
 to me in the garret one night, as we were scouring my
 Lord of York’s armour.   ·bac190·

 _York._ Base dunghill villain and mechanical,
 I’ll have thy head for this thy traitor’s speech.
 I do beseech your royal majesty,
 Let him have all the rigour of the law.

 _Hor._ Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever I spake the   ·bac195·
 words. My accuser is my ’prentice; and when I did correct
 him for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his knees
 he would be even with me: I have good witness of this;
 therefore I beseech your majesty, do not cast away an
 honest man for a villain’s accusation.   ·bac200·

 _King._ Uncle, what shall we say to this in law?

 _Glou._ This doom, my lord, if I may judge:   [bac202]
 Let Somerset be regent o’er the French,
 Because in York this breeds suspicion:
 And let these have a day appointed them   ·bac205·
 For single combat in convenient place,
 For he hath witness of his servant’s malice:
 This is the law, and this Duke Humphrey’s doom.   [bac208]

 _Som._ I humbly thank your royal majesty.

 _Hor._ And I accept the combat willingly.   ·bac210·

 _Pet._ Alas, my lord, I cannot fight; for God’s sake, pity
 my case. The spite of man prevaileth against me. O   [bac212]
 Lord, have mercy upon me! I shall never be able to fight
 a blow. O Lord, my heart!

 _Glou._ Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang’d.   ·bac215·

 _King._ Away with them to prison; and the day of   [bac216]
 combat shall be the last of the next month. Come, Somerset,
 we’ll see thee sent away.               [_Flourish. Exeunt._


SCENE IV. GLOUCESTER’S _garden_.

_Enter_ MARGERY JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWELL, _and_ BOLINGBROKE.

 _Hume._ Come, my masters; the duchess, I tell you, expects   [bad001]
 performance of your promises.

 _Boling._ Master Hume, we are therefore provided: will her ladyship
 behold and hear our exorcisms?

 _Hume._ Ay, what else? fear you not her courage.   [bad005]

 _Boling._ I have heard her reported to be a woman of an invincible
 spirit: but it shall be convenient, Master Hume, that you be by her
 aloft, while we be busy below; and so, I pray you, go, in God’s name,
 and leave us. [_Exit Hume._] Mother Jourdain, be you prostrate and
 grovel on the earth; [bad010] John Southwell, read you; and let us to
 our work. [bad011]

    _Enter_ Duchess _aloft_, HUME _following_.

 _Duch._ Well said, my masters; and welcome all. To [bad012] this gear
 the sooner the better.

 _Boling._ Patience, good lady; wizards know their times:
 Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night,   [bad015]
 The time of night when Troy was set on fire;
 The time when screech-owls cry and ban-dogs howl
 And spirits walk and ghosts break up their graves,   [bad018]
 That time best fits the work we have in hand.
 Madam, sit you and fear not: whom we raise,   ·bad020·
 We will make fast within a hallow’d verge.   [bad021]
               [_Here they do the ceremonies belonging, and make
                 the circle; Bolingbroke or Southwell reads_, Conjuro
                 te, &c. _It thunders and lightens terribly; then the
                 Spirit riseth._

 _Spir._ Adsum.   [bad022]

 _M. Jourd._ Asmath,   [bad023]
 By the eternal God, whose name and power
 Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask;   [bad025]
 For, till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from hence.

 _Spir._ Ask what thou wilt. That I had said and done!   [bad027]

 _Boling._ ‘First of the king: what shall of him become?’   [bad028]
               [_Reading out of a paper._

 _Spir._ The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose;
 But him outlive, and die a violent death.   [bad030]
               [_As the Spirit speaks, Southwell writes the answer._

 _Boling._ ‘What fates await the Duke of Suffolk?’   [bad031]

 _Spir._ By water shall he die, and take his end.

 _Boling._ ‘What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?’

 _Spir._ Let him shun castles;
 Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains   [bad035]
 Than where castles mounted stand.   [bad036]
 Have done, for more I hardly can endure.

 _Boling._ Descend to darkness and the burning lake!
 False fiend, avoid!   [bad039]
               [_Thunder and lightning. Exit Spirit._

    _Enter the_ DUKE OF YORK _and the_ DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM
    _with their_ Guard _and break in_.

 _York._ Lay hands upon these traitors and their trash.   ·bad040·
 Beldam, I think we watch’d you at an inch.
 What, madam, are you there? the king and commonweal   [bad042]
 Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains:   [bad043]
 My lord protector will, I doubt it not,
 See you well guerdon’d for these good deserts.   ·bad045·

 _Duch._ Not half so bad as thine to England’s king,
 Injurious duke, that threatest where’s no cause.   [bad047]

 _Buck._ True, madam, none at all: what call you this?   [bad048]
 Away with them! let them be clapp’d up close,
 And kept asunder. You, madam, shall with us.   [bad050]
 Stafford, take her to thee.   [bad051]
               [_Exeunt above Duchess and Hume, guarded._
 We’ll see your trinkets here all forthcoming.   [bad052]
 All, away!  [bad053]
               [_Exeunt guard with Jourdain, Southwell, &c._

 _York._ Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch’d her well:   [bad054]
 A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon!   [bad055]
 Now, pray, my lord, let’s see the devil’s writ.
 What have we here?                              [_Reads._
 ‘The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose;
 But him outlive, and die a violent death.’
 Why, this is just   ·bad060·
 ‘Aio te, Æacida, Romanos vincere posse.’   [bad061]
 Well, to the rest:
 ‘Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk?
 By water shall he die, and take his end.
 What shall betide the Duke of Somerset?   [bad065]
 Let him shun castles;
 Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains
 Than where castles mounted stand.’
 Come, come, my lords;   [bad069]
 These oracles are hardly attain’d,   [bad070]
 And hardly understood.
 The king is now in progress towards Saint Alban’s,
 With him the husband of this lovely lady:
 Thither go these news, as fast as horse can carry them:   [bad074]
 A sorry breakfast for my lord protector.   ·bad075·

 _Buck._ Your grace shall give me leave, my Lord of York,
 To be the post, in hope of his reward.

 _York._ At your pleasure, my good lord. Who’s within there,
               ho!   [bad078]

    _Enter a_ Servingman.

 Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick
 To sup with me to-morrow night. Away!      [_Exeunt._   ·bad080·


ACT II.


SCENE I.  _Saint Alban’s_.

_Enter the_ KING, QUEEN, GLOUCESTER, CARDINAL, _and_ SUFFOLK,
_with_ Falconers _halloing_.

 _Queen._ Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook,   [bba001]
 I saw not better sport these seven years’ day:
 Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high;
 And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out.

 _King._ But what a point, my lord, your falcon made,   ·bba005·
 And what a pitch she flew above the rest!
 To see how God in all his creatures works!
 Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high.

 _Suf._ No marvel, an it like your majesty,   [bba009]
 My lord protector’s hawks do tower so well;   ·bba010·
 They know their master loves to be aloft
 And bears his thoughts above his falcon’s pitch.

 _Glou._ My lord, ’tis but a base ignoble mind
 That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.

 _Car._ I thought as much; he would be above the clouds.   [bba015]

 _Glou._ Ay, my lord cardinal? how think you by that?
 Were it not good your grace could fly to heaven?

 _King._ The treasury of everlasting joy.

 _Car._ Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts
 Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart;   [bba020]
 Pernicious protector, dangerous peer,
 That smooth’st it so with king and commonweal!

 _Glou._ What, cardinal, is your priesthood grown peremptory?   [bba023]
 Tantæne animis cœlestibus iræ?   [bba024]
 Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such malice;   [bba025]
 With such holiness can you do it?   [bba026]

 _Suf._ No malice, sir; no more than well becomes
 So good a quarrel and so bad a peer.

 _Glou._ As who, my lord?

 _Suf._                   Why, as you, my lord,   [bba029]
 An’t like your lordly lord-protectorship.   [bba030]

 _Glou._ Why, Suffolk, England knows thine insolence.

 _Queen._ And thy ambition, Gloucester.

 _King._ I prithee, peace, good queen,   [bba033]
 And whet not on these furious peers;   [bba034]
 For blessed are the peacemakers on earth.   ·bba035·

 _Car._ Let me be blessed for the peace I make,
 Against this proud protector, with my sword!

 _Glou._ [_Aside to Car._] Faith, holy uncle, would ’twere come to
               that!   [bba038]

 _Car._ [_Aside to Glou._] Marry, when thou darest.

 _Glou._ [_Aside to Car._] Make up no factious numbers for the
               matter;   [bba040]
 In thine own person answer thy abuse.

 _Car._ [_Aside to Glou._] Ay, where thou darest not peep: an if thou
               darest,   [bba042]
 This evening, on the east side of the grove.

 _King._ How now, my lords!

 _Car._                     Believe me, cousin Gloucester,
 Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly,   ·bba045·
 We had had more sport. [_Aside to Glou._] Come with thy two-hand
               sword.   [bba046]

 _Glou._ True, uncle.   [bba047]

 _Car._ [_Aside to Glou._] Are ye advised? the east side of the
               grove?   [bba048]

 _Glou._ [_Aside to Car._] Cardinal, I am with you.

 _King._                                            Why, how now, uncle
               Gloucester!

 _Glou._ Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord.   ·bba050·
 [_Aside to Car._]  Now, by God’s mother, priest, I’ll shave your crown
               for this.   [bba051]
 Or all my fence shall fail.

 _Car._ [_Aside to Glou._] Medice, teipsum--   [bba053]
 Protector, see to’t well, protect yourself.

 _King._ The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords.   [bba055]
 How irksome is this music to my heart!
 When such strings jar, what hope of harmony?
 I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife.

    _Enter a_ Townsman _of Saint Alban’s crying_ ‘A miracle!’

 _Glou._ What means this noise?   [bba059]
 Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim?   ·bba060·

 _Towns._ A miracle! a miracle!   [bba061]

 _Suf._ Come to the king and tell him what miracle.   [bba062]

 _Towns._ Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Alban’s shrine,
 Within this half-hour, hath received his sight;
 A man that ne’er saw in his life before.   ·bba065·

 _King._ Now, God be praised, that to believing souls
 Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!   [bba067]

    _Enter the_ Mayor _of Saint Alban’s and his brethren, bearing_
    SIMPCOX, _between two in a chair_, SIMPCOX’S Wife _following_.

 _Car._ Here comes the townsmen on procession,   [bba068]
 To present your highness with the man.   [bba069]

 _King._ Great is his comfort in this earthly vale,   ·bba070·
 Although by his sight his sin be multiplied.   [bba071]

 _Glou._ Stand by, my masters: bring him near the king;
 His highness’ pleasure is to talk with him.

 _King._ Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance,
 That we for thee may glorify the Lord.   ·bba075·
 What, hast thou been long blind and now restored?

 _Simp._ Born blind, an’t please your grace.   [bba077]

 _Wife._ Ay, indeed, was he.

 _Suf._ What woman is this?

 _Wife._ His wife, an’t like your worship.   ·bba080·

 _Glou._ Hadst thou been his mother, thou couldst have better
               told.   [bba081]

 _King._ Where wert thou born?

 _Simp._ At Berwick in the north, an’t like your grace.   [bba083]

 _King._ Poor soul, God’s goodness hath been great to thee:   [bba084]
 Let never day nor night unhallow’d pass,   [bba085]
 But still remember what the Lord hath done.

 _Queen._ Tell me, good fellow, camest thou here by chance,
 Or of devotion, to this holy shrine?

 _Simp._ God knows, of pure devotion; being call’d
 A hundred times and oftener, in my sleep,   ·bba090·
 By good Saint Alban; who said, ‘Simpcox, come,   [bba091]
 Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee.’   [bba092]

 _Wife._ Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft   [bba093]
 Myself have heard a voice to call him so.

 _Car._ What, art thou lame?

 _Simp._ Ay, God Almighty help me!   ·bba095·

 _Suf._ How earnest thou so?

 _Simp._ A fall off of a tree.   [bba096]

 _Wife._ A plum-tree, master.

 _Glou._ How long hast thou been blind?

 _Simp._ O, born so, master.

 _Glou._                     What, and wouldst climb a tree?

 _Simp._ But that in all my life, when I was a youth.   [bba099]

 _Wife._ Too true; and bought his climbing very dear.   ·bba100·

 _Glou._ Mass, thou lovedst plums well, that wouldst venture so.

 _Simp._ Alas, good master, my wife desired some damsons,   [bba102]
 And made me climb, with danger of my life.

 _Glou._ A subtle knave! but yet it shall not serve.
 Let me see thine eyes: wink now: now open them:   [bba105]
 In my opinion yet thou see’st not well.

 _Simp._ Yes, master, clear as day, I thank God and   [bba107]
               Saint Alban.   [bba108]

 _Glou._ Say’st thou me so? What colour is this cloak of?

 _Simp._ Red, master; red as blood.   ·bba110·

 _Glou._ Why, that’s well said. What colour is my gown of?

 _Simp._ Black, forsooth: coal-black as jet.

 _King._ Why, then, thou know’st what colour jet is of?

 _Suf._ And yet, I think, jet did he never see.   [bba114]

 _Glou._ But cloaks and gowns, before this day, a many.   ·bba115·

 _Wife._ Never, before this day, in all his life.

 _Glou._ Tell me, sirrah, what’s my name?

 _Simp._ Alas, master, I know not.

 _Glou._ What’s his name?

 _Simp._ I know not.   ·bba120·

 _Glou._ Nor his?

 _Simp._ No, indeed, master.

 _Glou._ What’s thine own name?

 _Simp._ Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, master.   [bba124]

 _Glou._ Then, Saunder, sit there, the lyingest knave in   [bba125]
 Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, thou mightst
 as well have known all our names as thus to name the   [bba127]
 several colours we do wear. Sight may distinguish of colours,
 but suddenly to nominate them all, it is impossible. My   [bba129]
 lords, Saint Alban here hath done a miracle; and would   [bba130]
 ye not think his cunning to be great, that could restore this [bba131]
 <DW36> to his legs again?   [bba132]

 _Simp._ O master, that you could!

 _Glou._ My masters of Saint Albans, have you not beadles
 in your town, and things called whips?   ·bba135·

 _May._ Yes, my lord, if it please your grace.   [bba136]

 _Glou._ Then send for one presently.

 _May._ Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight.   [bba138]

               [_Exit an Attendant._

 _Glou._ Now fetch me a stool hither by and by. Now,   [bba139]
 sirrah, if you mean to save yourself from whipping, leap   ·bba140·
 me over this stool and run away.

 _Simp._ Alas, master, I am not able to stand alone:
 You go about to torture me in vain.

    _Enter a_ Beadle _with whips_.

 _Glou._ Well, sir, we must have you find your legs.
 Sirrah beadle, whip him till he leap over that same stool.   ·bba145·

 _Bead._ I will, my lord. Come on, sirrah; off with your
 doublet quickly.

 _Simp._ Alas, master, what shall I do? I am not able
 to stand.
               [_After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leaps over
                 the stool and runs away; and they follow and cry_, ‘A
                 miracle!’

 _King._ O God, seest Thou this, and bearest so long?   [bba150]

 _Queen._ It made me laugh to see the villain run.

 _Glou._ Follow the knave; and take this drab away.   [bba152]

 _Wife._ Alas, sir, we did it for pure need.   [bba153]

 _Glou._ Let them be whipped through every market-town,   [bba154]
 till they come to Berwick, from whence they came.   [bba155]
               [_Exeunt Wife, Beadle, Mayor, &c._

 _Car._ Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day.   [bba156]

 _Suf._ True; made the lame to leap and fly away.

 _Glou._ But you have done more miracles than I;
 You made in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly.   [bba159]

    _Enter_ BUCKINGHAM.

 _King._ What tidings with our cousin Buckingham?   [bba160]

 _Buck._ Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold.
 A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bent,
 Under the countenance and confederacy
 Of Lady Eleanor, the protector’s wife,
 The ringleader and head of all this rout,   ·bba165·
 Have practised dangerously against your state,
 Dealing with witches and with conjurers:
 Whom we have apprehended in the fact;
 Raising up wicked spirits from under ground,
 Demanding of King Henry’s life and death,   ·bba170·
 And other of your highness’ privy-council;
 As more at large your grace shall understand.

 _Car._ [_Aside to Glou._] And so, my lord protector, by this
               means   [bba173]
 Your lady is forthcoming yet at London.
 This news, I think, hath turn’d your weapon’s edge;   ·bba175·
 ’Tis like, my lord, you will not keep your hour.

 _Glou._ Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict my heart:
 Sorrow and grief have vanquish’d all my powers;
 And, vanquish’d as I am, I yield to thee,   [bba179]
 Or to the meanest groom.   ·bba180·

 _King._ O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones,
 Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby!   [bba182]

 _Queen._ Gloucester, see here the tainture of thy nest,
 And look thyself be faultless, thou wert best.

 _Glou._ Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal,   ·bba185·
 How I have loved my king and commonweal:   [bba186]
 And, for my wife, I know not how it stands;
 Sorry I am to hear what I have heard:
 Noble she is, but if she have forgot
 Honour and virtue and conversed with such   ·bba190·
 As, like to pitch, defile nobility,
 I banish her my bed and company
 And give her as a prey to law and shame,
 That hath dishonour’d Gloucester’s honest name.

 _King._ Well, for this night we will repose us here:   ·bba195·
 To-morrow toward London back again,
 To look into this business thoroughly
 And call these foul offenders to their answers
 And poise the cause in justice’ equal scales,   [bba199]
 Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause prevails.   [bba200]
               [_Flourish. Exeunt._


SCENE II. _London._ _The_ DUKE OF YORK’S _garden_.

_Enter_ YORK, SALISBURY, _and_ WARWICK.

 _York._ Now, my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick,
 Our simple supper ended, give me leave
 In this close walk to satisfy myself,
 In craving your opinion of my title,
 Which is infallible, to England’s crown.   ·bbb005·

 _Sal._ My lord, I long to hear it at full.   [bbb006]

 _War._ Sweet York, begin: and if thy claim be good,   [bbb007]
 The Nevils are thy subjects to command.

 _York._ Then thus:
 Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons:   ·bbb010·
 The first, Edward the Black Prince, Prince of Wales;
 The second, William of Hatfield, and the third,
 Lionel Duke of Clarence; next to whom
 Was John of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster;
 The fifth was Edmund Langley, Duke of York;   [bbb015]
 The sixth was Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Gloucester;   [bbb016]
 William of Windsor was the seventh and last.
 Edward the Black Prince died before his father
 And left behind him Richard, his only son,
 Who after Edward the Third’s death reign’d as king;   [bbb020]
 Till Henry Bolingbroke, Duke of Lancaster,
 The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt,
 Crown’d by the name of Henry the Fourth,
 Seized on the realm, deposed the rightful king,
 Sent his poor queen to France, from whence she came,   ·bbb025·
 And him to Pomfret; where, as all you know,   [bbb026]
 Harmless Richard was murder’d traitorously.   [bbb027]

 _War._ Father, the duke hath told the truth;   [bbb028]
 Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown.

 _York._ Which now they hold by force and not by right;   ·bbb030·
 For Richard, the first son’s heir, being dead,
 The issue of the next son should have reign’d.

 _Sal._ But William of Hatfield died without an heir.

 _York._ The third son, Duke of Clarence, from whose line   [bbb034]
 I claim the crown, had issue, Philippe, a daughter,   [bbb035]
 Who married Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March:
 Edmund had issue, Roger Earl of March;
 Roger had issue, Edmund, Anne and Eleanor.

 _Sal._ This Edmund, in the reign of Bolingbroke,
 As I have read, laid claim unto the crown;   ·bbb040·
 And, but for Owen Glendower, had been king,
 Who kept him in captivity till he died.
 But to the rest.

 _York._          His eldest sister, Anne,   [bbb043]
 My mother, being heir unto the crown,
 Married Richard Earl of Cambridge; who was son   ·bbb045·
 To Edmund Langley, Edward the Third’s fifth son.
 By her I claim the kingdom: she was heir
 To Roger Earl of March, who was the son
 Of Edmund Mortimer, who married Philippe,
 Sole daughter unto Lionel Duke of Clarence:   ·bbb050·
 So, if the issue of the elder son   [bbb051]
 Succeed before the younger, I am king.

 _War._ What plain proceeding is more plain than this?   [bbb053]
 Henry doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt,
 The fourth son; York claims it from the third.   [bbb055]
 Till Lionel’s issue fails, his should not reign:   [bbb056]
 It fails not yet, but flourishes in thee   [bbb057]
 And in thy sons, fair slips of such a stock.
 Then, father Salisbury, kneel we together;
 And in this private plot be we the first   ·bbb060·
 That shall salute our rightful sovereign
 With honour of his birthright to the crown.

 _Both._ Long live our sovereign Richard, England’s king!

 _York._ We thank you, lords. But I am not your king   [bbb064]
 Till I be crown’d and that my sword be stain’d   ·bbb065·
 With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster;
 And that’s not suddenly to be perform’d,
 But with advice and silent secrecy.
 Do you as I do in these dangerous days:
 Wink at the Duke of Suffolk’s insolence,   ·bbb070·
 At Beaufort’s pride, at Somerset’s ambition,
 At Buckingham and all the crew of them,
 Till they have snared the shepherd of the flock,
 That virtuous prince, the good Duke Humphrey:
 ’Tis that they seek, and they in seeking that   ·bbb075·
 Shall find their deaths, if York can prophesy.

 _Sal._ My lord, break we off; we know your mind at full.   [bbb077]

 _War._ My heart assures me that the Earl of Warwick
 Shall one day make the Duke of York a king.

 _York._ And, Nevil, this I do assure myself:   ·bbb080·
 Richard shall live to make the Earl of Warwick
 The greatest man in England but the king.  [_Exeunt._


SCENE III. _A hall of justice_.

_Sound trumpets. Enter the King, the_ QUEEN, GLOUCESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK,
_and_ SALISBURY; _the_ DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER, MARGERY JOURDAIN,
SOUTHWELL, HUME, _and_ BOLINGBROKE, _under guard_.

 _King._ Stand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham, Gloucester’s wife:   [bbc001]
 In sight of God and us, your guilt is great:
 Receive the sentence of the law for sins   [bbc003]
 Such as by God’s book are adjudged to death.
 You four, from hence to prison back again;   ·bbc005·
 From thence unto the place of execution:
 The witch in Smithfield shall be burn’d to ashes,
 And you three shall be strangled on the gallows.
 You, madam, for you are more nobly born,
 Despoiled of your honour in your life,   ·bbc010·
 Shall, after three days’ open penance done,
 Live in your country here in banishment,
 With Sir John Stanley, in the Isle of Man.

 _Duch._ Welcome is banishment; welcome were my death.   [bbc014]

 _Glou._ Eleanor, the law, thou see’st, hath judged thee:   ·bbc015·
 I cannot justify whom the law condemns.   [bbc016]
               [_Exeunt Duchess and other prisoners, guarded._
 Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.
 Ah, Humphrey, this dishonour in thine age
 Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground!
 I beseech your majesty, give me leave to go;   [bbc020]
 Sorrow would solace and mine age would ease.   [bbc021]

 _King._ Stay, Humphrey Duke of Gloucester: ere thou go,   [bbc022]
 Give up thy staff: Henry will to himself
 Protector be; and God shall be my hope,
 My stay, my guide and lanthorn to my feet:   ·bbc025·
 And go in peace, Humphrey, no less beloved
 Than when thou wert protector to thy king.

 _Queen._ I see no reason why a king of years
 Should be to be protected like a child.   [bbc029]
 God and King Henry govern England’s realm.   [bbc030]
 Give up your staff, sir, and the king his realm.   [bbc031]

 _Glou._ My staff? here, noble Henry, is my staff:   [bbc032]
 As willingly do I the same resign
 As e’er thy father Henry made it mine;
 And even as willingly at thy feet I leave it   [bbc035]
 As others would ambitiously receive it.
 Farewell, good king: when I am dead and gone,
 May honourable peace attend thy throne!    [_Exit._

 _Queen._ Why, now is Henry king, and Margaret queen;
 And Humphrey Duke of Gloucester scarce himself,   ·bbc040·
 That bears so shrewd a maim; two pulls at once;
 His lady banish’d, and a limb lopp’d off.   [bbc042]
 This staff of honour raught, there let it stand
 Where it best fits to be, in Henry’s hand.   [bbc044]
 _Suf._ Thus droops this lofty pine and hangs his sprays;   ·bbc045·
 Thus Eleanor’s pride dies in her youngest days.   [bbc046]

 _York._ Lords, let him go. Please it your majesty,
 This is the day appointed for the combat;
 And ready are the appellant and defendant,
 The armourer and his man, to enter the lists,   [bbc050]
 So please your highness to behold the fight.

 _Queen._ Ay, good my lord; for purposely therefore
 Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried.

 _King._ O’ God’s name, see the lists and all things fit:   [bbc054]
 Here let them end it; and God defend the right!   [bbc055]

 _York._ I never saw a fellow worse bested,
 Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant,
 The servant of this armourer, my lords.   [bbc058]

    _Enter at one door_, HORNER, _the Armourer, and his_ Neighbours,
    _drinking to him so much that he is drunk; and he enters with a
    drum before him and his staff with a sand-bag fastened to it; and
    at the other door_ PETER, _his man, with a drum and sand-bag,
    and_ ’Prentices _drinking to him_.

 _First Neigh._ Here, neighbour Horner, I drink to you   [bbc059]
 in a cup of sack: and fear not, neighbour, you shall do well   ·bbc060·
 enough.

 _Sec. Neigh._ And here, neighbour, here’s a cup of
 charneco.

 _Third Neigh._ And here’s a pot of good double beer,
 neighbour: drink, and fear not your man.   ·bbc065·

 _Hor._ Let it come, i’ faith, and I’ll pledge you all; and
 a fig for Peter!

 _First ’Pren._ Here, Peter, I drink to thee: and be not
 afraid.

 _Sec. ’Pren._ Be merry, Peter, and fear not thy master:   ·bbc070·
 fight for credit of the ’prentices.   [bbc071]

 _Peter._ I thank you all: drink, and pray for me, I pray
 you; for I think I have taken my last draught in this world.
 Here, Robin, an if I die, I give thee my apron: and, Will,   [bbc074]
 thou shalt have my hammer: and here, Tom, take all the   ·bbc075·
 money that I have. O Lord bless me! I pray God! for I
 am never able to deal with my master, he hath learnt so
 much fence already.   [bbc078]

 _Sal._ Come, leave your drinking, and fall to blows.   [bbc079]
 Sirrah, what’s thy name?   ·bbc080·

 _Peter._ Peter, forsooth.

 _Sal._ Peter! what more?

 _Peter._ Thump.

 _Sal._ Thump! then see thou thump thy master well.

 _Hor._ Masters, I am come hither, as it were, upon my   ·bbc085·
 man’s instigation, to prove him a knave and myself an honest
 man: and touching the Duke of York, I will take my death,   [bbc087]
 I never meant him any ill, nor the king, nor the queen: and
 therefore, Peter, have at thee with a downright blow!   [bbc089]

 _York._ Dispatch: this knave’s tongue begins to double.   ·bbc090·
 Sound, trumpets, alarum to the combatants!   [bbc091]
               [_Alarum. They fight, and Peter strikes him down._

 _Hor._ Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess treason.
               [_Dies._   [bbc092]

 _York._ Take away his weapon. Fellow, thank God,
 and the good wine in thy master’s way.

 _Peter._ O God, have I overcome mine enemy in this   [bbc095]
 presence? O Peter, thou hast prevailed in right!   [bbc096]

 _King._ Go, take hence that traitor from our sight;   [bbc097]
 For by his death we do perceive his guilt:
 And God in justice hath reveal’d to us
 The truth and innocence of this poor fellow,   ·bbc100·
 Which he had thought to have murder’d wrongfully.   [bbc101]
 Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward.
               [_Sound a flourish. Exeunt._   [bbc102]


SCENE IV. _A street_.

_Enter_ GLOUCESTER _and his Serving-men, in mourning cloaks_.

 _Glou._ Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;
 And after summer evermore succeeds
 Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:   [bbd003]
 So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.   [bbd004]
 Sirs, what’s o’clock?

 _Serv._               Ten, my lord.   [bbd005]

 _Glou._ Ten is the hour that was appointed me
 To watch the coming of my punish’d duchess:
 Uneath may she endure the flinty streets,
 To tread them with her tender-feeling feet.
 Sweet Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrook   ·bbd010·
 The abject people gazing on thy face,   [bbd011]
 With envious looks, laughing at thy shame,   [bbd012]
 That erst did follow thy proud chariot-wheels
 When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets.
 But, soft! I think she comes; and I’ll prepare   ·bbd015·
 My tear-stain’d eyes to see her miseries.   [bbd016]

    _Enter the_ DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER _in a white sheet, and
    a taper burning in her hand; with_ SIR JOHN STANLEY, _the_
    Sheriff, _and_ Officers.

 _Serv._ So please your grace, we’ll take her from the sheriff.

 _Glou._ No, stir not, for your lives; let her pass by.

 _Duch._ Come you, my lord, to see my open shame?
 Now thou dost penance too. Look how they gaze!   ·bbd020·
 See how the giddy multitude do point,
 And nod their heads, and throw their eyes on thee!
 Ah, Gloucester, hide thee from their hateful looks,
 And, in thy closet pent up, rue my shame,
 And ban thine enemies, both mine and thine!   [bbd025]

 _Glou._ Be patient, gentle Nell; forget this grief.

 _Duch._ Ah, Gloucester, teach me to forget myself!
 For whilst I think I am thy married wife
 And thou a prince, protector of this land,
 Methinks I should not thus be led along,   ·bbd030·
 Mail’d up in shame, with papers on my back,
 And follow’d with a rabble that rejoice
 To see my tears and hear my deep-fet groans.   [bbd033]
 The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet,
 And when I start, the envious people laugh   ·bbd035·
 And bid me be advised how I tread.
 Ah, Humphrey, can I bear this shameful yoke?
 Trow’st thou that e’er I’ll look upon the world,
 Or count them happy that enjoy the sun?   [bbd039]
 No; dark shall be my light and night my day;   ·bbd040·
 To think upon my pomp shall be my hell.
 Sometime I’ll say, I am Duke Humphrey’s wife,
 And he a prince and ruler of the land:
 Yet so he ruled and such a prince he was
 As he stood by whilst I, his forlorn duchess,   [bbd045]
 Was made a wonder and a pointing-stock
 To every idle rascal follower.
 But be thou mild and blush not at my shame,
 Nor stir at nothing till the axe of death
 Hang over thee, as, sure, it shortly will;   ·bbd050·
 For Suffolk--he that can do all in all
 With her that hateth thee and hates us all--
 And York and impious Beaufort, that false priest,
 Have all limed bushes to betray thy wings,   [bbd054]
 And, fly thou how thou canst, they’ll tangle thee:   ·bbd055·
 But fear not thou, until thy foot be snared,
 Nor never seek prevention of thy foes.

 _Glou._ Ah, Nell, forbear! thou aimest all awry;
 I must offend before I be attainted;
 And had I twenty times so many foes,   ·bbd060·
 And each of them had twenty times their power,
 All these could not procure me any scathe,
 So long as I am loyal, true and crimeless.
 Wouldst have me rescue thee from this reproach?
 Why, yet thy scandal were not wiped away,   ·bbd065·
 But I in danger for the breach of law.
 Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle Nell:
 I pray thee, sort thy heart to patience;
 These few days’ wonder will be quickly worn.   [bbd069]

    _Enter a_ Herald.

 _Her._ I summon your grace to his majesty’s parliament,   [bbd070]
 Holden at Bury the first of this next month.

 _Glou._ And my consent ne’er ask’d herein before!
 This is close dealing. Well, I will be there.   [bbd073]
               [_Exit Herald._
 My Nell, I take my leave: and, master sheriff,
 Let not her penance exceed the king’s commission.   [bbd075]

 _Sher._ An’t please your grace, here my commission stays,   [bbd076]
 And Sir John Stanley is appointed now
 To take her with him to the Isle of Man.

 _Glou._ Must you, Sir John, protect my lady here?   [bbd079]

 _Stan._ So am I given in charge, may’t please your grace.   ·bbd080·

 _Glou._ Entreat her not the worse in that I pray
 You use her well: the world may laugh again;
 And I may live to do you kindness if   [bbd083]
 You do it her: and so, Sir John, farewell!

 _Duch._ What, gone, my lord, and bid me not farewell!   ·bbd085·

 _Glou._ Witness my tears, I cannot stay to speak.   [bbd086]
               [_Exeunt Gloucester and Serving-men._

 _Duch._ Art thou gone too? all comfort go with thee!   [bbd087]
 For none abides with me: my joy is death,--
 Death, at whose name I oft have been afear’d,   [bbd089]
 Because I wish’d this world’s eternity.   ·bbd090·
 Stanley, I prithee, go, and take me hence;
 I care not whither, for I beg no favour,
 Only convey me where thou art commanded.

 _Stan._ Why, madam, that is to the Isle of Man;
 There to be used according to your state.   ·bbd095·

 _Duch._ That’s bad enough, for I am but reproach:
 And shall I then be used reproachfully?

 _Stan._ Like to a duchess, and Duke Humphrey’s lady;   [bbd098]
 According to that state you shall be used.

 _Duch._ Sheriff, farewell, and better than I fare,   ·bbd100·
 Although thou hast been conduct of my shame.

 _Sher._ It is my office; and, madam, pardon me.

 _Duch._ Ay, ay, farewell; thy office is discharged.
 Come, Stanley, shall we go?

 _Stan._ Madam, your penance done, throw off this sheet,   [bbd105]
 And go we to attire you for our journey.   [bbd106]

 _Duch._ My shame will not be shifted with my sheet:
 No, it will hang upon my richest robes
 And show itself, attire me how I can.
 Go, lead the way; I long to see my prison.   [_Exeunt._   ·bbd110·


ACT III.


SCENE I. _The Abbey at Bury St Edmund’s_.

_Sound a Sennet. Enter_ KING, QUEEN, CARDINAL BEAUFORT,
SUFFOLK, YORK, BUCKINGHAM, SALISBURY _and_ WARWICK _to the
Parliament_.

 _King._ I muse my Lord of Gloucester is not come:   [bca001]
 ’Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man,
 Whate’er occasion keeps him from us now:

 _Queen._ Can you not see? or will ye not observe   [bca004]
 The strangeness of his alter’d countenance?   ·bca005·
 With what a majesty he bears himself,
 How insolent of late he is become,
 How proud, how peremptory, and unlike himself?   [bca008]
 We know the time since he was mild and affable,
 And if we did but glance a far-off look,   [bca010]
 Immediately he was upon his knee,
 That all the court admired him for submission:
 But meet him now, and, be it in the morn,
 When every one will give the time of day,
 He knits his brow and shows an angry eye   ·bca015·
 And passeth by with stiff unbowed knee,
 Disdaining duty that to us belongs.
 Small curs are not regarded when they grin;
 But great men tremble when the lion roars;
 And Humphrey is no little man in England.   ·bca020·
 First note that he is near you in descent,
 And should you fall, he as the next will mount.
 Me seemeth then it is no policy,
 Respecting what a rancorous mind he bears
 And his advantage following your decease,   ·bca025·
 That he should come about your royal person
 Or be admitted to your highness’ council.
 By flattery hath he won the commons’ hearts,   [bca028]
 And when he please to make commotion,
 ’Tis to be fear’d they all will follow him.   ·bca030·
 Now ’tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted;
 Suffer them now, and they’ll o’ergrow the garden
 And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.
 The reverent care I bear unto my lord
 Made me collect these dangers in the duke.   [bca035]
 If it be fond, call it a woman’s fear;
 Which fear if better reasons can supplant,
 I will subscribe and say I wrong’d the duke.
 My lord of Suffolk, Buckingham, and York,   [bca039]
 Reprove my allegation, if you can;   [bca040]
 Or else conclude my words effectual.

 _Suf._ Well hath your highness seen into this duke;
 And, had I first been put to speak my mind,
 I think I should have told your grace’s tale.
 The duchess by his subornation,   ·bca045·
 Upon my life, began her devilish practices:   [bca046]
 Or, if he were not privy to those faults,
 Yet, by reputing of his high descent,   [bca048]
 As next the king he was successive heir,
 And such high vaunts of his nobility,   ·bca050·
 Did instigate the bedlam brain-sick duchess
 By wicked means to frame our sovereign’s fall.
 Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep;   [bca053]
 And in his simple show he harbours treason.
 The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb.   ·bca055·
 No, no, my sovereign; Gloucester is a man
 Unsounded yet and full of deep deceit.

 _Car._ Did he not, contrary to form of law,
 Devise strange deaths for small offences done?

 _York._ And did he not, in his protectorship,   ·bca060·
 Levy great sums of money through the realm
 For soldiers’ pay in France, and never sent it?
 By means whereof the towns each day revolted.

 _Buck._ Tut, these are petty faults to faults unknown,
 Which time will bring to light in smooth Duke Humphrey.   ·bca065·

 _King._ My lords, at once: the care you have of us,
 To mow down thorns that would annoy our foot,
 Is worthy praise: but, shall I speak my conscience,   [bca068]
 Our kinsman Gloucester is as innocent
 From meaning treason to our royal person   ·bca070·
 As is the sucking lamb or harmless dove:
 The duke is virtuous, mild and too well given
 To dream on evil or to work my downfall.

 _Queen._ Ah, what’s more dangerous than this fond affiance!
 Seems he a dove? his feathers are but borrow’d,   ·bca075·
 For he’s disposed as the hateful raven:
 Is he a lamb? his skin is surely lent him,
 For he’s inclined as is the ravenous wolf.   [bca078]
 Who cannot steal a shape that means deceit?
 Take heed, my lord; the welfare of us all   ·bca080·
 Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man.

    _Enter_ SOMERSET.

 _Som._ All health unto my gracious sovereign!

 _King._ Welcome, Lord Somerset.  What news from France?

 _Som._  That all your interest in those territories   [bca084]
 Is utterly bereft you; all is lost.   ·bca085·

 _King._ Cold news, Lord Somerset: but God’s will be done!

 _York._ [_Aside_] Cold news for me; for I had hope of France   [bca087]
 As firmly as I hope for fertile England.   [bca088]
 Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud
 And caterpillars eat my leaves away;   ·bca090·
 But I will remedy this gear ere long,
 Or sell my title for a glorious grave.

    _Enter_ GLOUCESTER.

 _Glou._ All happiness unto my lord the king!   [bca093]
 Pardon, my liege, that I have stay’d so long.

 _Suf._ Nay, Gloucester, know that thou art come too soon,   ·bca095·
 Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art:
 I do arrest thee of high treason here.

 _Glou._ Well, Suffolk, thou shalt not see me blush   [bca098]
 Nor change my countenance for this arrest:
 A heart unspotted is not easily daunted.   ·bca100·
 The purest spring is not so free from mud
 As I am clear from treason to my sovereign:
 Who can accuse me? wherein am I guilty?

 _York._ ’Tis thought, my lord, that you took bribes of France,   [bca104]
 And, being protector, stayed the soldiers’ pay;   ·bca105·
 By means whereof his highness hath lost France.

 _Glou._ Is it but thought so? what are they that think it?   [bca107]
 I never robb’d the soldiers of their pay,
 Nor ever had one penny bribe from France.   [bca109]
 So help me God, as I have watch’d the night,   ·bca110·
 Ay, night by night, in studying good for England!
 That doit that e’er I wrested from the king,
 Or any groat I hoarded to my use,
 Be brought against me at my trial-day!
 No; many a pound of mine own proper store,   [bca115]
 Because I would not tax the needy commons,
 Have I dispursed to the garrisons,   [bca117]
 And never ask’d for restitution.

 _Car._ It serves you well, my lord, to say so much.

 _Glou._ I say no more than truth, so help me God!   ·bca120·

 _York._ In your protectorship you did devise
 Strange tortures for offenders never heard of,
 That England was defamed by tyranny.

 _Glou._ Why, ’tis well known that, whiles I was protector,   [bca124]
 Pity was all the fault that was in me;   ·bca125·
 For I should melt at an offender’s tears,
 And lowly words were ransom for their fault.
 Unless it were a bloody murderer,
 Or foul felonious thief that fleeced poor passengers,
 I never gave them condign punishment:   ·bca130·
 Murder indeed, that bloody sin, I tortured
 Above the felon or what trespass else.

 _Suf._ My lord, these faults are easy, quickly answered:   [bca133]
 But mightier crimes are laid unto your charge,   [bca134]
 Whereof you cannot easily purge yourself.   ·bca135·
 I do arrest you in his highness’ name;
 And here commit you to my lord cardinal   [bca137]
 To keep, until your further time of trial.

 _King._ My lord of Gloucester, ’tis my special hope
 That you will clear yourself from all suspect:   [bca140]
 My conscience tells me you are innocent.

 _Glou._ Ah, gracious lord, these days are dangerous:
 Virtue is choked with foul ambition
 And charity chased hence by rancour’s hand;
 Foul subornation is predominant   ·bca145·
 And equity exiled your highness’ land.
 I know their complot is to have my life,
 And if my death might make this island happy
 And prove the period of their tyranny,
 I would expend it with all willingness:   ·bca150·
 But mine is made the prologue to their play;
 For thousands more, that yet suspect no peril,
 Will not conclude their plotted tragedy.
 Beaufort’s red sparkling eyes blab his heart’s malice,
 And Suffolk’s cloudy brow his stormy hate;   ·bca155·
 Sharp Buckingham unburthens with his tongue
 The envious load that lies upon his heart;
 And dogged York, that reaches at the moon,
 Whose overweening arm I have pluck’d back,
 By false accuse doth level at my life:   ·bca160·
 And you, my sovereign lady, with the rest,
 Causeless have laid disgraces on my head
 And with your best endeavour have stirr’d up   [bca163]
 My liefest liege to be mine enemy:
 Ay, all of you have laid your heads together--   ·bca165·
 Myself had notice of your conventicles--   [bca166]
 And all to make away my guiltless life.   [bca167]
 I shall not want false witness to condemn me,
 Nor store of treasons to augment my guilt;   [bca169]
 The ancient proverb will be well effected:   [bca170]
 ‘A staff is quickly found to beat a dog.’

 _Car._ My liege, his railing is intolerable:   [bca172]
 If those that care to keep your royal person
 From treason’s secret knife and traitors’ rage   [bca174]
 Be thus upbraided, chid and rated at,   ·bca175·
 And the offender granted scope of speech,
 ’Twill make them cool in zeal unto your grace.

 _Suf._ Hath he not twit our sovereign lady here
 With ignominious words, though clerkly couch’d,
 As if she had suborned some to swear   ·bca180·
 False allegations to o’erthrow his state?

 _Queen._ But I can give the loser leave to chide.

 _Glou._ Far truer spoke than meant: I lose, indeed;
 Beshrew the winners, for they play’d me false!   [bca184]
 And well such losers may have leave to speak.   ·bca185·

 _Buck._ He’ll wrest the sense and hold us here all day:
 Lord cardinal, he is your prisoner.

 _Car._ Sirs, take away the duke, and guard him sure.   [bca188]

 _Glou._ Ah! thus King Henry throws away his crutch
 Before his legs be firm to bear his body.   ·bca190·
 Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side
 And wolves are gnarling who shall gnaw thee first.
 Ah, that my fear were false! ah, that it were!   [bca193]
 For, good King Henry, thy decay I fear. [_Exit, guarded._   [bca194]

 _King._ My lords, what to your wisdoms seemeth best,   [bca195]
 Do or undo, as if ourself were here.

 _Queen._ What, will your highness leave the parliament?

 _King._ Ay, Margaret; my heart is drown’d with grief,
 Whose flood begins to flow within mine eyes,
 My body round engirt with misery,   ·bca200·
 For what’s more miserable than discontent?
 Ah, uncle Humphrey! in thy face I see
 The map of honour, truth and loyalty:
 And yet, good Humphrey, is the hour to come
 That e’er I proved thee false or fear’d thy faith.   ·bca205·
 What louring star now envies thy estate,
 That these great lords and Margaret our queen
 Do seek subversion of thy harmless life?
 Thou never didst them wrong nor no man wrong;   [bca209]
 And as the butcher takes away the calf   ·bca210·
 And binds the wretch and beats it when it strays,   [bca211]
 Bearing it to the bloody slaughter-house,
 Even so remorseless have they borne him hence;
 And as the dam runs lowing up and down,
 Looking the way her harmless young one went,   ·bca215·
 And can do nought but wail her darling’s loss,
 Even so myself bewails good Gloucester’s case   [bca217]
 With sad unhelpful tears, and with dimm’d eyes   [bca218]
 Look after him and cannot do him good,
 So mighty are his vowed enemies.   ·bca220·
 His fortunes I will weep and ’twixt each groan
 Say ‘Who’s a traitor? Gloucester he is none.’   [bca222]
               [_Exeunt all but Queen, Cardinal Beaufort, Suffolk, and
                 York. Somerset remains apart._

 _Queen._ Free lords, cold snow melts with the sun’s hot
               beams.   [bca223]
 Henry my lord is cold in great affairs,
 Too full of foolish pity, and Gloucester’s show   [bca225]
 Beguiles him as the mournful crocodile
 With sorrow snares relenting passengers,
 Or as the snake roll’d in a flowering bank,   [bca228]
 With shining checker’d slough, doth sting a child
 That for the beauty thinks it excellent.   ·bca230·
 Believe me, lords, were none more wise than I--
 And yet herein I judge mine own wit good--   [bca232]
 This Gloucester should be quickly rid the world,
 To rid us from the fear we have of him.

 _Car._ That he should die is worthy policy;   ·bca235·
 But yet we want a colour for his death:
 ’Tis meet he be condemn’d by course of law.

 _Suf._ But, in my mind, that were no policy:
 The king will labour still to save his life,
 The commons haply rise, to save his life;   ·bca240·
 And yet we have but trivial argument,   [bca241]
 More than mistrust, that shows him worthy death.

 _York._ So that, by this, you would not have him die.

 _Suf._ Ah, York, no man alive so fain as I!

 _York._ ’Tis York that hath more reason for his death.   [bca245]
 But, my lord cardinal, and you, my lord of Suffolk,   [bca246]
 Say as you think, and speak it from your souls,
 Were’t not all one, an empty eagle were set
 To guard the chicken from a hungry kite,   [bca249]
 As place Duke Humphrey for the king’s protector?   ·bca250·

 _Queen._ So the poor chicken should be sure of death.

 _Suf._ Madam, ’tis true; and were’t not madness, then,
 To make the fox surveyor of the fold?
 Who being accused a crafty murderer,
 His guilt should be but idly posted over,   ·bca255·
 Because his purpose is not executed.
 No; let him die, in that he is a fox,
 By nature proved an enemy to the flock,
 Before his chaps be stain’d with crimson blood,
 As Humphrey, proved by reasons, to my liege.   [bca260]
 And do not stand on quillets how to slay him:
 Be it by gins, by snares, by subtlety,
 Sleeping or waking, ’tis no matter how,
 So he be dead; for that is good deceit   [bca264]
 Which mates him first that first intends deceit.   ·bca265·

 _Queen._ Thrice-noble Suffolk, ’tis resolutely spoke.   [bca266]

 _Suf._ Not resolute, except so much were done;
 For things are often spoke and seldom meant:
 But that my heart accordeth with my tongue,
 Seeing the deed is meritorious,   ·bca270·
 And to preserve my sovereign from his foe,
 Say but the word, and I will be his priest.

 _Car._ But I would have him dead, my Lord of Suffolk,
 Ere you can take due orders for a priest:
 Say you consent and censure well the deed,   ·bca275·
 And I’ll provide his executioner,
 I tender so the safety of my liege.

 _Suf._ Here is my hand, the deed is worthy doing.

 _Queen._ And so say I.

 _York._ And I: and now we three have spoke it,   [bca280]
 It skills not greatly who impugns our doom.

    _Enter a_ Post.

 _Post._ Great lords, from Ireland am I come amain,   [bca282]
 To signify that rebels there are up
 And put the Englishmen unto the sword:
 Send succours, lords, and stop the rage betime,   ·bca285·
 Before the wound do grow uncurable;   [bca286]
 For, being green, there is great hope of help.

 _Car._ A breach that craves a quick expedient stop!   [bca288]
 What counsel give you in this weighty cause?

 _York._ That Somerset be sent as regent thither:   [bca290]
 ’Tis meet that lucky ruler be employ’d;
 Witness the fortune he hath had in France.

 _Som._ If York, with all his far-fet policy,   [bca293]
 Had been the regent there instead of me,
 He never would have stay’d in France so long.   ·bca295·

 _York._ No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done:
 I rather would have lost my life betimes
 Than bring a burthen of dishonour home
 By staying there so long till all were lost.
 Show me one scar character’d on thy skin:   ·bca300·
 Men’s flesh preserved so whole do seldom win.   [bca301]

 _Queen._ Nay, then, this spark will prove a raging fire,
 If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with:
 No more, good York; sweet Somerset, be still:
 Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been regent there,   ·bca305·
 Might happily have proved far worse than his.   [bca306]

 _York._ What, worse than nought? nay, then, a shame take all!   [bca307]

 _Som._ And, in the number, thee that wishest shame!

 _Car._ My Lord of York, try what your fortune is.
 The uncivil kernes of Ireland are in arms   ·bca310·
 And temper clay with blood of Englishmen:
 To Ireland will you lead a band of men,
 Collected choicely, from each county some,   [bca313]
 And try your hap against the Irishmen?

 _York._ I will, my lord, so please his majesty.   ·bca315·

 _Suf._ Why, our authority is his consent,
 And what we do establish he confirms:
 Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand.

 _York._ I am content: provide me soldiers, lords,
 Whiles I take order for mine own affairs.   ·bca320·

 _Suf._ A charge, Lord York, that I will see perform’d.
 But now return we to the false Duke Humphrey.

 _Car._ No more of him; for I will deal with him
 That henceforth he shall trouble us no more.
 And so break off; the day is almost spent:   ·bca325·
 Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk of that event.   [bca326]

 _York._ My Lord of Suffolk, within fourteen days
 At Bristol I expect my soldiers;   [bca328]
 For there I’ll ship them all for Ireland.

 _Suf._ I’ll see it truly done, my Lord of York.   [bca330]
               [_Exeunt all but York._

 _York._ Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful thoughts,   [bca331]
 And change misdoubt to resolution:
 Be that thou hopest to be, or what thou art   [bca333]
 Resign to death; it is not worth the enjoying:
 Let pale-faced fear keep with the mean-born man,   ·bca335·
 And find no harbour in a royal heart.
 Faster than spring-time showers comes thought on thought,
 And not a thought but thinks on dignity.
 My brain more busy than the labouring spider   [bca339]
 Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.   ·bca340·
 Well, nobles, well, ’tis politicly done,
 To send me packing with an host of men:
 I fear me you but warm the starved snake,
 Who, cherish’d in your breasts, will sting your hearts.
 ’Twas men I lack’d and you will give them me:   ·bca345·
 I take it kindly; yet be well assured
 You put sharp weapons in a madman’s hands.
 Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band,   [bca348]
 I will stir up in England some black storm
 Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven or hell;   ·bca350·
 And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage
 Until the golden circuit on my head,
 Like to the glorious sun’s transparent beams,
 Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw.   [bca354]
 And, for a minister of my intent,   ·bca355·
 I have seduced a headstrong Kentishman,
 John Cade of Ashford,   [bca357]
 To make commotion, as full well he can,
 Under the title of John Mortimer.
 In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade   ·bca360·
 Oppose himself against a troop of kernes,
 And fought so long, till that his thighs with darts   [bca362]
 Were almost like a sharp-quill’d porpentine;   [bca363]
 And, in the end being rescued, I have seen   [bca364]
 Him caper upright like a wild Morisco,   ·bca365·
 Shaking the bloody darts as he his bells.
 Full often, like a shag-hair’d crafty kerne,
 Hath he conversed with the enemy,
 And undiscover’d come to me again
 And given me notice of their villanies.   ·bca370·
 This devil here shall be my substitute;
 For that John Mortimer, which now is dead,
 In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble:
 By this I shall perceive the commons’ mind,
 How they affect the house and claim of York.   ·bca375·
 Say he be taken, rack’d and tortured,
 I know no pain they can inflict upon him
 Will make him say I moved him to those arms.   [bca378]
 Say that he thrive, as ’tis great like he will,
 Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength   ·bca380·
 And reap the harvest which that rascal sow’d;
 For Humphrey being dead, as he shall be,
 And Henry put apart, the next for me.   [bca383] [_Exit._


SCENE II. _Bury St Edmund’s. A room of state_.

_Enter certain_ Murderers, _hastily_.

 _First Mur._ Run to my Lord of Suffolk; let him know   [bcb001]
 We have dispatch’d the duke, as he commanded.

 _Sec. Mur._ O that it were to do! What have we done?
 Didst ever hear a man so penitent?   [bcb004]

    _Enter_ SUFFOLK.

 _First Mur._ Here comes my lord.   [bcb005]

 _Suf._ Now, sirs, have you dispatch’d this thing?

 _First Mur._ Ay, my good lord, he’s dead.

 _Suf._ Why, that’s well said. Go, get you to my house;
 I will reward you for this venturous deed.
 The king and all the peers are here at hand.   ·bcb010·
 Have you laid fair the bed? Is all things well,   [bcb011]
 According as I gave directions?

 _First Mur._ ’Tis, my good lord.   [bcb013]

 _Suf._ Away! be gone. [_Exeunt Murderers._   [bcb014]

    _Sound trumpets. Enter the_ KING, _the_ QUEEN, CARDINAL
    BEAUFORT, SOMERSET, _with Attendants_.

 _King._ Go, call our uncle to our presence straight;   ·bcb015·
 Say we intend to try his grace to-day,
 If he be guilty, as ’tis published.

 _Suf._ I’ll call him presently, my noble lord.      [_Exit._

 _King._ Lords, take your places; and, I pray you all,
 Proceed no straiter ’gainst our uncle Gloucester   ·bcb020·
 Than from true evidence of good esteem
 He be approved in practice culpable.

 _Queen._ God forbid any malice should prevail,
 That faultless may condemn a nobleman!
 Pray God he may acquit him of suspicion!   ·bcb025·

 _King._ I thank thee, Nell; these words content me much.   [bcb026]

    _Re-enter_ SUFFOLK.

 How now! why look’st thou pale? why tremblest thou?
 Where is our uncle? what’s the matter, Suffolk?

 _Suf._ Dead in his bed, my lord; Gloucester is dead.

 _Queen._ Marry, God forfend!   ·bcb030·

 _Car._ God’s secret judgement: I did dream to-night
 The duke was dumb and could not speak a word.   [bcb032]
               [_The King swoons._

 _Queen._ How fares my lord? Help, lords! the king is dead.

 _Som._ Rear up his body; wring him by the nose.

 _Queen._ Run, go, help, help! O Henry, ope thine eyes!   ·bcb035·

 _Suf._ He doth revive again: madam, be patient.

 _King._ O heavenly God!

 _Queen._                How fares my gracious lord?

 _Suf._ Comfort, my sovereign! gracious Henry, comfort!   [bcb038]

 _King._ What, doth my Lord of Suffolk comfort me?
 Came he right now to sing a raven’s note,   ·bcb040·
 Whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers;   [bcb041]
 And thinks he that the chirping of a wren,
 By crying comfort from a hollow breast,
 Can chase away the first-conceived sound?
 Hide not thy poison with such sugar’d words;   ·bcb045·
 Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I say;
 Their touch affrights me as a serpent’s sting.
 Thou baleful messenger, out of my sight!
 Upon thy eye-balls murderous tyranny
 Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world.   ·bcb050·
 Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding:
 Yet do not go away: come, basilisk,
 And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight;
 For in the shade of death I shall find joy;
 In life but double death, now Gloucester’s dead.   ·bcb055·

 _Queen._ Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolk thus?
 Although the duke was enemy to him,
 Yet he most Christian-like laments his death:
 And for myself, foe as he was to me,
 Might liquid tears or heart-offending groans   ·bcb060·
 Or blood-consuming sighs recall his life,
 I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans,
 Look pale as primrose with blood-drinking sighs,   [bcb063]
 And all to have the noble duke alive.
 What know I how the world may deem of me?   ·bcb065·
 For it is known we were but hollow friends:
 It may be judged I made the duke away;
 So shall my name with slander’s tongue be wounded,
 And princes’ courts be fill’d with my reproach.   [bcb069]
 This get I by his death: ay me, unhappy!   [bcb070]
 To be a queen, and crown’d with infamy!

 _King._ Ah, woe is me for Gloucester, wretched man!

 _Queen._ Be woe for me, more wretched than he is.
 What, dost thou turn away and hide thy face?
 I am no loathsome leper; look on me.   ·bcb075·
 What! art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf?   [bcb076]
 Be poisonous too and kill thy forlorn queen.
 Is all thy comfort shut in Gloucester’s tomb?   [bcb078]
 Why, then, dame Eleanor was ne’er thy joy.   [bcb079]
 Erect his statua and worship it,   [bcb080]
 And make my image but an alehouse sign.
 Was I for this nigh wreck’d upon the sea
 And twice by awkward wind from England’s bank   [bcb083]
 Drove back again unto my native clime?
 What boded this, but well forewarning wind   [bcb085]
 Did seem to say ‘Seek not a scorpion’s nest,
 Nor set no footing on this unkind shore?’   [bcb087]
 What did I then, but cursed the gentle gusts   [bcb088]
 And he that loosed them forth their brazen caves;   [bcb089]
 And bid them blow towards England’s blessed shore,   ·bcb090·
 Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock?
 Yet Æolus would not be a murderer,
 But left that hateful office unto thee:   [bcb093]
 The pretty-vaulting sea refused to drown me,   [bcb094]
 Knowing that thou wouldst have me drown’d on shore,   ·bcb095·
 With tears as salt as sea, through thy unkindness:
 The splitting rocks cower’d in the sinking sands   [bcb097]
 And would not dash me with their ragged sides,
 Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they,
 Might in thy palace perish Eleanor.   ·bcb100·
 As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs,   [bcb101]
 When from thy shore the tempest beat us back,
 I stood upon the hatches in the storm,
 And when the dusky sky began to rob
 My earnest-gaping sight of thy land’s view,   [bcb105]
 I took a costly jewel from my neck--
 A heart it was, bound in with diamonds--
 And threw it towards thy land: the sea received it,
 And so I wish’d thy body might my heart:
 And even with this I lost fair England’s view   ·bcb110·
 And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart
 And call’d them blind and dusky spectacles,
 For losing ken of Albion’s wished coast.
 How often have I tempted Suffolk’s tongue,
 The agent of thy foul inconstancy,   ·bcb115·
 To sit and witch me, as Ascanius did   [bcb116]
 When he to madding Dido would unfold
 His father’s acts commenced in burning Troy!
 Am I not witch’d like her? or thou not false like him?   [bcb119]
 Ay me, I can no more! die, Eleanor!   [bcb120]
 For Henry weeps that thou dost live so long.   [bcb121]

    _Noise within. Enter_ WARWICK, SALISBURY _and many_ Commons.

 _War._ It is reported, mighty sovereign,
 That good Duke Humphrey traitorously is murder’d
 By Suffolk and the Cardinal Beaufort’s means.   [bcb124]
 The commons, like an angry hive of bees   ·bcb125·
 That want their leader, scatter up and down
 And care not who they sting in his revenge.   [bcb127]
 Myself have calm’d their spleenful mutiny,
 Until they hear the order of his death.

 _King._ That he is dead, good Warwick, ’tis too true;   ·bcb130·
 But how he died God knows, not Henry:
 Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse,
 And comment then upon his sudden death.

 _War._ That shall I do, my liege. Stay, Salisbury,   [bcb134]
 With the rude multitude till I return.       [_Exit._   [bcb135]

 _King._ O Thou that judgest all things, stay my thoughts,
 My thoughts, that labour to persuade my soul
 Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey’s life!
 If my suspect be false, forgive me, God,
 For judgement only doth belong to thee.   ·bcb140·
 Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips
 With twenty thousand kisses and to drain   [bcb142]
 Upon his face an ocean of salt tears,
 To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk
 And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling:   ·bcb145·
 But all in vain are these mean obsequies;
 And to survey his dead and earthy image,   [bcb147]
 What were it but to make my sorrow greater?   [bcb148]

    _Re-enter_ WARWICK _and others, bearing_ GLOUCESTER’S _body on
    a bed_.

 _War._ Come hither, gracious sovereign, view this body.

 _King._ That is to see how deep my grave is made;   ·bcb150·
 For with his soul fled all my worldly solace,
 For seeing him I see my life in death.   [bcb152]

 _War._ As surely as my soul intends to live
 With that dread King that took our state upon him
 To free us from his father’s wrathful curse,   ·bcb155·
 I do believe that violent hands were laid
 Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke.

 _Suf._ A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn tongue!
 What instance gives Lord Warwick for his vow?   [bcb159]

 _War._ See how the blood is settled in his face.   ·bcb160·
 Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost,   [bcb161]
 Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale and bloodless,   [bcb162]
 Being all descended to the labouring heart;
 Who, in the conflict that it holds with death,
 Attracts the same for aidance ’gainst the enemy;   ·bcb165·
 Which with the heart there cools and ne’er returneth
 To blush and beautify the cheek again.
 But see, his face is black and full of blood,
 His eye-balls further out than when he lived,
 Staring full ghastly like a strangled man;   ·bcb170·
 His hair uprear’d, his nostrils stretch’d with struggling;   [bcb171]
 His hands abroad display’d, as one that grasp’d
 And tugg’d for life and was by strength subdued:
 Look, on the sheets his hair, you see, is sticking;   [bcb174]
 His well-proportion’d beard made rough and rugged,   [bcb175]
 Like to the summer’s corn by tempest lodged.
 It cannot be but he was murder’d here;   [bcb177]
 The least of all these signs were probable.

 _Suf._ Why, Warwick, who should do the duke to death?   [bcb179]
 Myself and Beaufort had him in protection;   ·bcb180·
 And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers.   [bcb181]

 _War._ But both of you were vow’d Duke Humphrey’s foes,   [bcb182]
 And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep:
 ’Tis like you would not feast him like a friend;
 And ’tis well seen he found an enemy.   ·bcb185·

 _Queen._ Then you, belike, suspect these noblemen   [bcb186]
 As guilty of Duke Humphrey’s timeless death.

 _War._ Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh
 And sees fast by a butcher with an axe,
 But will suspect ’twas he that made the slaughter?   ·bcb190·
 Who finds the partridge in the puttock’s nest,
 But may imagine how the bird was dead,
 Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak?
 Even so suspicious is this tragedy.

 _Queen._ Are you the butcher, Suffolk? Where’s your knife?   [bcb195]
 Is Beaufort term’d a kite? Where are his talons?

 _Suf._ I wear no knife to slaughter sleeping men;
 But here’s a vengeful sword, rusted with ease,
 That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart
 That slanders me with murder’s crimson badge.   ·bcb200·
 Say, if thou darest, proud Lord of Warwickshire,
 That I am faulty in Duke Humphrey’s death.   [bcb202]
               [_Exeunt Cardinal, Somerset, and others._

 _War._ What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk dare him?

 _Queen._ He dares not calm his contumelious spirit   [bcb204]
 Nor cease to be an arrogant controller,   ·bcb205·
 Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times.

 _War._ Madam, be still; with reverence may I say;   [bcb207]
 For every word you speak in his behalf
 Is slander to your royal dignity.

 _Suf._ Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanour!   ·bcb210·
 If ever lady wrong’d her lord so much,
 Thy mother took into her blameful bed
 Some stern untutor’d churl, and noble stock
 Was graft with crab-tree slip; whose fruit thou art
 And never of the Nevils’ noble race.   ·bcb215·

 _War._ But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee
 And I should rob the deathsman of his fee,
 Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames,
 And that my sovereign’s presence makes me mild,
 I would, false murderous coward, on thy knee   ·bcb220·
 Make thee beg pardon for thy passed speech
 And say it was thy mother that thou meant’st,
 That thou thyself wast born in bastardy;
 And after all this fearful homage done,
 Give thee thy hire and send thy soul to hell,   [bcb225]
 Pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men!

 _Suf._ Thou shalt be waking while I shed thy blood,
 If from this presence thou darest go with me.

 _War._ Away even now, or I will drag thee hence:
 Unworthy though thou art, I’ll cope with thee   ·bcb230·
 And do some service to Duke Humphrey’s ghost.   [bcb231]
               [_Exeunt Suffolk and Warwick._

 _King._ What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted!   [bcb232]
 Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
 And he but naked, though lock’d up in steel,
 Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.   ·bcb235·
               [_A noise within._

 _Queen._ What noise is this?   [bcb236]

    _Re-enter_ SUFFOLK _and_ WARWICK, _with their weapons drawn_.

 _King._ Why, how now, lords! your wrathful weapons drawn   [bcb237]
 Here in our presence! dare you be so bold?
 Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here?

 _Suf._ The traitorous Warwick with the men of Bury   ·bcb240·
 Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.   [bcb241]

 _Sal._ [_to the Commons, entering_] Sirs, stand apart; the king
               shall know your mind.
 Dread Lord, the commons send you word by me,
 Unless Lord Suffolk straight be done to death,   [bcb244]
 Or banished fair England’s territories,   ·bcb245·
 They will by violence tear him from your palace
 And torture him with grievous lingering death.
 They say, by him the good duke Humphrey died;
 They say, in him they fear your highness’ death;
 And mere instinct of love and loyalty,   ·bcb250·
 Free from a stubborn opposite intent,
 As being thought to contradict your liking,
 Makes them thus forward in his banishment.
 They say, in care of your most royal person,
 That if your highness should intend to sleep   ·bcb255·
 And charge that no man should disturb your rest
 In pain of your dislike or pain of death,   [bcb257]
 Yet, notwithstanding such a strait edict,   [bcb258]
 Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue,
 That slily glided towards your majesty,   ·bcb260·
 It were but necessary you were waked,
 Lest, being suffer’d in that harmful slumber,   [bcb262]
 The mortal worm might make the sleep eternal;
 And therefore do they cry, though you forbid,
 That they will guard you, whether you will or no,   [bcb265]
 From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is,
 With whose envenomed and fatal sting,
 Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth,
 They say, is shamefully bereft of life.

 _Commons_ [_within_]. An answer from the king, my Lord of
               Salisbury!   ·bcb270·

 _Suf._ ’Tis like the commons, rude unpolish’d hinds,
 Could send such message to their sovereign:
 But you, my lord, were glad to be employ’d,
 To show how quaint an orator you are:
 But all the honour Salisbury hath won   ·bcb275·
 Is, that he was the lord ambassador
 Sent from a sort of tinkers to the king.

 _Commons_ [_within_]  An answer from the king, or we will all
               break in!   [bcb278]

 _King._ Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me,
 I thank them for their tender loving care;   ·bcb280·
 And had I not been cited so by them,
 Yet did I purpose as they do entreat;
 For, sure, my thoughts do hourly prophesy
 Mischance unto my state by Suffolk’s means:
 And therefore, by His majesty I swear,   ·bcb285·
 Whose far unworthy deputy I am,
 He shall not breathe infection in this air
 But three days longer, on the pain of death.   [bcb288]
               [_Exit Salisbury._

 _Queen._ O Henry, let me plead for gentle Suffolk!

 _King._ Ungentle queen, to call him gentle Suffolk!   ·bcb290·
 No more, I say: if thou dost plead for him,
 Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath.
 Had I but said, I would have kept my word,
 But when I swear, it is irrevocable.
 If, after three days’ space, thou here be’st found   ·bcb295·
 On any ground that I am ruler of,
 The world shall not be ransom for thy life.
 Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with me;
 I have great matters to impart to thee.   [bcb299]
               [_Exeunt all but Queen and Suffolk._

 _Queen._ Mischance and sorrow go along with you!   [bcb300]
 Heart’s discontent and sour affliction
 Be playfellows to keep you company!
 There’s two of you; the devil make a third!   [bcb303]
 And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps!

 _Suf._ Cease, gentle queen, these execrations   ·bcb305·
 And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave.

 _Queen._ Fie, coward woman and soft-hearted wretch!   [bcb307]
 Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemy?   [bcb308]

 _Suf._ A plague upon them! wherefore should I curse them?
 Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake’s groan,   ·bcb310·
 I would invent as bitter-searching terms,   [bcb311]
 As curst, as harsh and horrible to hear,
 Deliver’d strongly through my fixed teeth,
 With full as many signs of deadly hate,
 As lean-faced Envy in her loathsome cave:   ·bcb315·
 My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words;
 Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint;
 Mine hair be fix’d on end, as one distract;   [bcb318]
 Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban:
 And even now my burthen’d heart would break,   ·bcb320·
 Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink!
 Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste!   [bcb322]
 Their sweetest shade a grove of cypress trees!
 Their chiefest prospect murdering basilisks!
 Their softest touch as smart as lizards’ stings!   [bcb325]
 Their music frightful as the serpent’s hiss,
 And boding screech-owls make the concert full!   [bcb327]
 All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell--   [bcb328]

 _Queen._ Enough, sweet Suffolk; thou torment’st thyself;
 And these dread curses, like the sun ’gainst glass,   ·bcb330·
 Or like an overcharged gun, recoil,   [bcb331]
 And turn the force of them upon thyself.   [bcb332]

 _Suf._ You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave?
 Now, by the ground that I am banish’d from,
 Well could I curse away a winter’s night,   ·bcb335·
 Though standing naked on a mountain top,
 Where biting cold would never let grass grow,
 And think it but a minute spent in sport.

 _Queen._ O, let me entreat thee cease. Give me thy hand,
 That I may dew it with my mournful tears;   ·bcb340·
 Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place,
 To wash away my woful monuments.   [bcb342]
 O, could this kiss be printed in thy hand,
 That thou mightst think upon these by the seal,   [bcb344]
 Through whom a thousand sighs are breathed for thee!   [bcb345]
 So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief;
 ’Tis but surmised whiles thou art standing by,   [bcb347]
 As one that surfeits thinking on a want.
 I will repeal thee, or, be well assured,
 Adventure to be banished myself:   ·bcb350·
 And banished I am, if but from thee.
 Go; speak not to me; even now be gone.
 O, go not yet! Even thus two friends condemn’d
 Embrace and kiss and take ten thousand leaves,
 Loather a hundred times to part than die.   ·bcb355·
 Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee!

 _Suf._ Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished;
 Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee.
 ’Tis not the land I care for, wert thou thence;   [bcb359]
 A wilderness is populous enough,   ·bcb360·
 So Suffolk had thy heavenly company:
 For where thou art, there is the world itself,
 With every several pleasure in the world,
 And where thou art not, desolation.
 I can no more: live thou to joy thy life;   ·bcb365·
 Myself no joy in nought but that thou livest.   [bcb366]

    _Enter_ VAUX.

 _Queen._ Whither goes Vaux so fast? what news, I prithee?   [bcb367]

 _Vaux._ To signify unto his majesty
 That Cardinal Beaufort is at point of death;   [bcb369]
 For suddenly a grievous sickness took him,   ·bcb370·
 That makes him gasp and stare and catch the air,
 Blaspheming God and cursing men on earth.
 Sometime he talks as if Duke Humphrey’s ghost   [bcb373]
 Were by his side; sometime he calls the king
 And whispers to his pillow as to him   ·bcb375·
 The secrets of his overcharged soul:
 And I am sent to tell his majesty
 That even now he cries aloud for him.

 _Queen._ Go tell this heavy message to the king.   [bcb379]
               [_Exit Vaux._
 Ay me! what is this world! what news are these!   ·bcb380·
 But wherefore grieve I at an hour’s poor loss,   [bcb381]
 Omitting Suffolk’s exile, my soul’s treasure?
 Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee,
 And with the southern clouds contend in tears,
 Theirs for the earth’s increase, mine for my sorrows?   ·bcb385·
 Now get thee hence: the king, thou know’st, is coming;
 If thou be found by me, thou art but dead.

 _Suf._ If I depart from thee, I cannot live;
 And in thy sight to die, what were it else
 But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap?   ·bcb390·
 Here could I breathe my soul into the air,
 As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe
 Dying with mother’s dug between its lips:   [bcb393]
 Where, from thy sight, I should be raging mad
 And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes,   ·bcb395·
 To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth;
 So shouldst thou either turn my flying soul,   [bcb397]
 Or I should breathe it so into thy body,
 And then it lived in sweet Elysium.   [bcb399]
 To die by thee were but to die in jest;   ·bcb400·
 From thee to die were torture more than death:
 O, let me stay, befall what may befall!

 _Queen._ Away! though parting be a fretful corrosive,   [bcb403]
 It is applied to a deathful wound.
 To France, sweet Suffolk: let me hear from thee;   ·bcb405·
 For wheresoe’er thou art in this world’s globe,   [bcb406]
 I’ll have an Iris that shall find thee out.

 _Suf._ I go.

 _Queen._     And take my heart with thee.   [bcb408]

 _Suf._ A jewel, lock’d into the wofull’st cask   [bcb409]
 That ever did contain a thing of worth.   ·bcb410·
 Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we:
 This way fall I to death.

 _Queen._                  This way for me.   [bcb412]
               [_Exeunt severally._


SCENE III. _A bedchamber_.

_Enter the_ KING, SALISBURY, WARWICK, _to the_ CARDINAL _in
bed_.

 _King._ How fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, to thy
               sovereign.   [bcc001]

 _Car._ If thou be’st death, I’ll give thee England’s treasure,
 Enough to purchase such another island,
 So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain.   [bcc004]

 _King._ Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,   ·bcc005·
 Where death’s approach is seen so terrible!

 _War._ Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee.

 _Car._ Bring me unto my trial when you will.
 Died he not in his bed? where should he die?   [bcc009]
 Can I make men live, whether they will or no?   [bcc010]
 O, torture me no more! I will confess.
 Alive again? then show me where he is:
 I’ll give a thousand pound to look upon him.
 He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.
 Comb down his hair; look, look! it stands upright,   ·bcc015·
 Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul.
 Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary
 Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.

 _King._ O thou eternal Mover of the heavens,
 Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch!   ·bcc020·
 O, beat away the busy meddling fiend   [bcc021]
 That lays strong siege unto this wretch’s soul   [bcc022]
 And from his bosom purge this black despair!

 _War._ See, how the pangs of death do make him grin!

 _Sal._ Disturb him not; let him pass peaceably.   ·bcc025·

 _King._ Peace to his soul, if God’s good pleasure be!   [bcc026]
 Lord cardinal, if thou think’st on heaven’s bliss,
 Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope.   [bcc028]
 He dies, and makes no sign. O God, forgive him!

 _War._ So bad a death argues a monstrous life.   ·bcc030·

 _King._ Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
 Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close;
 And let us all to meditation.                   [_Exeunt._


ACT IV.


SCENE I. _The coast of Kent_.

_Alarum. Fight at Sea. Ordnance goes off. Enter a_ Captain, _a_
Master, _a_ Master’s-Mate, WALTER WHITMORE, _and others; with
them_ SUFFOLK, _and others, prisoners_.

 _Cap._ The gaudy, blabbing and remorseful day   [bda001]
 Is crept into the bosom of the sea;
 And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades
 That drag the tragic melancholy night;
 Who, with their drowsy, slow and flagging wings,   ·bda005·
 Clip dead men’s graves and from their misty jaws   [bda006]
 Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air.
 Therefore bring forth the soldiers of our prize;
 For, whilst our pinnace anchors in the Downs,
 Here shall they make their ransom on the sand,   ·bda010·
 Or with their blood stain this discoloured shore.   [bda011]
 Master, this prisoner freely give I thee;
 And thou that art his mate, make boot of this;
 The other, Walter Whitmore, is thy share.   [bda014]

 _First Gent._ What is my ransom, master? let me know.   ·bda015·

 _Mast._ A thousand crowns, or else lay down your head.

 _Mate._ And so much shall you give, or off goes yours.   [bda018]

 _Cap._ What, think you much to pay two thousand crowns,
 And bear the name and port of gentlemen?
 Cut both the villains’ throats; for die you shall:   [bda020]
 The lives of those which we have lost in fight   [bda021]
 Be counterpoised with such a petty sum!

 _First Gent._ I’ll give it, sir; and therefore spare my life.

 _Sec. Gent._ And so will I and write home for it straight.

 _Whit._ I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboard   ·bda025·
 And therefore to revenge it, shalt thou die; [_To Suf._   [bda026]
 And so should these, if I might have my will.

 _Cap._ Be not so rash; take ransom, let him live.

 _Suf._ Look on my George; I am a gentleman:   [bda029]
 Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid.   ·bda030·

 _Whit._ And so am I; my name is Walter Whitmore.
 How now! why start’st thou? what, doth death affright?   [bda032]

 _Suf._ Thy name affrights me, in whose sound is death.
 A cunning man did calculate my birth
 And told me that by water I should die:   ·bda035·
 Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded;
 Thy name is Gaultier, being rightly sounded.

 _Whit._ Gaultier or Walter, which it is, I care not:
 Never yet did base dishonour blur our name,   [bda039]
 But with our sword we wiped away the blot;   ·bda040·
 Therefore, when merchant-like I sell revenge,
 Broke be my sword, my arms torn and defaced,
 And I proclaim’d a coward through the world!   [bda043]

 _Suf._  Stay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is a prince,
 The Duke of Suffolk, William de la Pole.   ·bda045·

 _Whit._ The Duke of Suffolk muffled up in rags!   [bda046]

 _Suf._ Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke:
 Jove sometime went disguised, and why not I?   [bda048]

 _Cap._ But Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be.

 _Suf._ Obscure and lowly swain, King Henry’s blood,   [bda050]
 The honourable blood of Lancaster,   [bda051]
 Must not be shed by such a jaded groom.   [bda052]
 Hast thou not kiss’d thy hand and held my stirrup?
 Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth mule   [bda054]
 And thought thee happy when I shook my head?   ·bda055·
 How often hast thou waited at my cup,
 Fed from my trencher, kneel’d down at the board,
 When I have feasted with Queen Margaret?
 Remember it and let it make thee crest-fall’n,
 Ay, and allay this thy abortive pride;   ·bda060·
 How in our voiding lobby hast thou stood
 And duly waited for my coming forth?
 This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf   [bda063]
 And therefore shall it charm thy riotous tongue.

 _Whit._ Speak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn swain?   [bda065]

 _Cap._ First let my words stab him, as he hath me.

 _Suf._ Base slave, thy words are blunt and so art thou.

 _Cap._ Convey him hence and on our long-boat’s side
 Strike off his head.

 _Suf._               Thou darest not, for thy own.   [bda069]

 _Cap._ Yes, Pole.

 _Suf._            Pole!

 _Cap._                  Pool! Sir Pool! lord!   [bda070]
 Ay, kennel, puddle, sink; whose filth and dirt   [bda071]
 Troubles the silver spring where England drinks.
 Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth
 For swallowing the treasure of the realm:   [bda074]
 Thy lips that kiss’d the queen shall sweep the ground;   ·bda075·
 And thou that smiledst at good Duke Humphrey’s death
 Against the senseless winds shalt grin in vain,   [bda077]
 Who in contempt shall hiss at thee again:
 And wedded be thou to the hags of hell,
 For daring to affy a mighty lord   ·bda080·
 Unto the daughter of a worthless king,
 Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem.   [bda082]
 By devilish policy art thou grown great
 And, like ambitious Sylla, overgorged   [bda084]
 With gobbets of thy mother’s bleeding heart.   [bda085]
 By thee Anjou and Maine were sold to France,
 The false revolting Normans thorough thee
 Disdain to call us lord, and Picardy
 Hath slain their governors, surprised our forts
 And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home.   ·bda090·
 The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all,
 Whose dreadful swords were never drawn in vain,
 As hating thee, are rising up in arms:   [bda093]
 And now the house of York, thrust from the crown
 By shameful murder of a guiltless king   ·bda095·
 And lofty proud encroaching tyranny,   [bda096]
 Burns with revenging fire; whose hopeful colours
 Advance our half-faced sun, striving to shine,   [bda098]
 Under the which is writ ‘Invitis nubibus.’
 The commons here in Kent are up in arms:   ·bda100·
 And, to conclude, reproach and beggary
 Is crept into the palace of our king,   [bda102]
 And all by thee. Away! convey him hence.

 _Suf._ O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder
 Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges!   ·bda105·
 Small things make base men proud: this villain here,
 Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more   [bda107]
 Than Bargulus the strong Illyrian pirate.   [bda108]
 Drones suck not eagles’ blood but rob bee-hives:
 It is impossible that I should die   [bda110]
 By such a lowly vassal as thyself.
 Thy words move rage and not remorse in me:
 I go of message from the queen to France;
 I charge thee waft me safely cross the Channel.

 _Cap._ Walter,--   [bda115]

 _Whit._ Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death.

 _Suf._ Gelidus timor occupat artus: it is thee I fear.   [bda117]

 _Whit._ Thou shalt have cause to fear before I leave thee.   [bda118]
 What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop?

 _First Gent._ My gracious lord, entreat him, speak him fair.   ·bda120·

 _Suf._ Suffolk’s imperial tongue is stern and rough,
 Used to command, untaught to plead for favour.
 Far be it we should honour such as these
 With humble suit: no, rather let my head
 Stoop to the block than these knees bow to any   ·bda125·
 Save to the God of heaven and to my king;
 And sooner dance upon a bloody pole
 Than stand uncover’d to the vulgar groom.   [bda128]
 True nobility is exempt from fear:   [bda129]
 More can I bear than you dare execute.   ·bda130·

 _Cap._ Hale him away, and let him talk no more.

 _Suf._ Come, soldiers, show what cruelty ye can,   [bda132]
 That this my death may never be forgot!
 Great men oft die by vile bezonians:
 A Roman sworder and banditto slave   [bda135]
 Murder’d sweet Tully; Brutus’ bastard hand   [bda136]
 Stabb’d Julius Cæsar; savage islanders   [bda137]

 Pompey the Great; and Suffolk dies by pirates.   [bda138]
               [_Exeunt Whitmore and others with Suffolk._

 _Cap._ And as for these whose ransom we have set,
 It is our pleasure one of them depart:   ·bda140·
 Therefore come you with us and let him go.   [bda141]
               [_Exeunt all but the First Gentleman._

    _Re-enter_ WHITMORE _with_ SUFFOLK’S _body_.

 _Whit._ There let his head and lifeless body lie,   [bda142]
 Until the queen his mistress bury it. [_Exit._   [bda143]

 _First Gent._ O barbarous and bloody spectacle!
 His body will I bear unto the king:   ·bda145·
 If he revenge it not, yet will his friends;
 So will the queen, that living held him dear.   [bda147]
               [_Exit with the body._


SCENE II. _Blackheath_.

_Enter_ GEORGE BEVIS _and_ JOHN HOLLAND.

 _Bevis._ Come, and get thee a sword, though made of a   [bdb001]
 lath: they have been up these two days.

 _Holl._ They have the more need to sleep now, then.   [bdb003]

 _Bevis._ I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means to
 dress the commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap   ·bdb005·
 upon it.

 _Holl._ So he had need, for ’tis threadbare. Well, I say it   [bdb007]
 was never merry world in England since gentlemen came up.   [bdb008]

 _Bevis._ O miserable age! virtue is not regarded in
 handicrafts-men.   ·bdb010·

 _Holl._ The nobility think scorn to go in leather aprons.

 _Bevis._ Nay, more, the king’s council are no good
 workmen.

 _Holl._ True; and yet it is said, labour in thy vocation;
 which is as much to say as, let the magistrates be labouring   [bdb015]
 men; and therefore should we be magistrates.

 _Bevis._ Thou hast hit it; for there’s no better sign of a
 brave mind than a hard hand.

 _Holl._ I see them! I see them! There’s Best’s son,
 the tanner of Wingham,--   ·bdb020·

 _Bevis._ He shall have the skin of our enemies, to make
 dog’s-leather of.

 _Holl._ And Dick the butcher,--

 _Bevis._ Then is sin struck down like an ox, and iniquity’s
 throat cut like a calf.   ·bdb025·

 _Holl._ And Smith the weaver,--   [bdb026]

 _Bevis._ Argo, their thread of life is spun.

 _Holl._ Come, come, let’s fall in with them.   [bdb028]

    _Drum. Enter_ CADE, DICK Butcher, SMITH _the Weaver, and a
    Sawyer, with infinite numbers_.

 _Cade._ We John Cade, so termed of our supposed
 father,--   [bdb030]

 _Dick._ [_Aside_] Or rather, of stealing a cade of herrings.   [bdb031]

 _Cade._ For our enemies shall fall before us, inspired   [bdb032]
 with the spirit of putting down kings and princes,--Command   [bdb033]
 silence.

 _Dick._ Silence!   ·bdb035·

 _Cade._ My father was a Mortimer,--

 _Dick._ [_Aside_] He was an honest man, and a good
 bricklayer.

 _Cade._ My mother a Plantagenet,--

 _Dick._ [_Aside_] I knew her well; she was a midwife.   ·bdb040·

 _Cade._ My wife descended of the Lacies,--

 _Dick._ [_Aside_] She was, indeed, a pedler’s daughter,
 and sold many laces.

 _Smith._ [_Aside_] But now of late, not able to travel with   [bdb044]
 her furred pack, she washes bucks here at home.   ·bdb045·

 _Cade._ Therefore am I of an honourable house.

 _Dick._ [_Aside_] Ay, by my faith, the field is honourable;
 and there was he born, under a hedge, for his father had
 never a house but the cage.

 _Cade._ Valiant I am.   ·bdb050·

 _Smith._ [_Aside_] A’ must needs; for beggary is valiant.

 _Cade._ I am able to endure much.

 _Dick._ [_Aside_] No question of that; for I have seen
 him whipped three market-days together.

 _Cade._ I fear neither sword nor fire.   ·bdb055·

 _Smith._ [_Aside_] He need not fear the sword; for his
 coat is of proof.   [bdb057]

 _Dick._ [_Aside_] But methinks he should stand in fear of
 fire, being burnt i’ the hand for stealing of sheep.

 _Cade._ Be brave, then; for your captain is brave, and   ·bdb060·
 vows reformation. There shall be in England seven half-penny
 loaves sold for a penny: the three-hooped pot shall
 have ten hoops; and I will make it felony to drink small
 beer: all the realm shall be in common; and in Cheapside
 shall my palfry go to grass: and when I am king, as king I   ·bdb065·
 will be,--   [bdb066]

 _All._ God save your majesty!

 _Cade._ I thank you, good people: there shall be no
 money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will   [bdb069]
 apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like   ·bdb070·
 brothers and worship me their lord.

 _Dick._ The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.

 _Cade._ Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable
 thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be
 made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o’er,   [bdb075]
 should undo a man? Some say the bee stings: but I say,
 ’tis the bee’s wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I  [bdb077]
 was never mine own man since. How now! who’s there?   [bdb078]

    _Enter some, bringing forward the_ Clerk of Chatham.

 _Smith._ The clerk of Chatham: he can write and read   [bdb079]
 and cast accompt.   ·bdb080·

 _Cade._ O monstrous!

 _Smith._ We took him setting of boys’ copies.

 _Cade._ Here’s a villain!

 _Smith._ Has a book in his pocket with red letters in’t.   [bdb084]

 _Cade._ Nay, then, he is a conjuror.   [bdb085]

 _Dick._ Nay, he can make obligations, and write
 court-hand.

 _Cade._ I am sorry for’t: the man is a proper man, of
 mine honour; unless I find him guilty, he shall not die.
 Come hither, sirrah, I must examine thee: what is thy   ·bdb090·
 name?

 _Clerk._ Emmanuel.

 _Dick._ They use to write it on the top of letters: ’twill
 go hard with you.

 _Cade._ Let me alone. Dost thou use to write thy ·bdb095· name? or
 hast thou a mark to thyself, like an honest plain-dealing [bdb096] man?

 _Clerk._ Sir, I thank God, I have been so well brought
 up that I can write my name.

 _All._ He hath confessed: away with him! he’s a villain   [bdb100]
 and a traitor.

 _Cade._ Away with him, I say! hang him with his pen
 and ink-horn about his neck. [_Exit one with the Clerk._   [bdb103]

    _Enter_ MICHAEL.

 _Mich._ Where’s our general?   [bdb104]

 _Cade._ Here I am, thou particular fellow.   ·bdb105·

 _Mich._ Fly, fly, fly! Sir Humphrey Stafford and his
 brother are hard by, with the king’s forces.

 _Cade._ Stand, villain, stand, or I’ll fell thee down. He
 shall be encountered with a man as good as himself: he is
 but a knight, is a’?   ·bdb110·

 _Mich._ No.

 _Cade._ To equal him, I will make myself a knight presently.   [bdb112]
 [_Kneels_] Rise up Sir John Mortimer. [_Rises_] Now   [bdb113]
 have at him!   [bdb114]

    _Enter_ SIR HUMPHREY STAFFORD _and his Brother, with drum
    and soldiers_.

 _Staf._ Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent,   [bdb115]
 Mark’d for the gallows, lay your weapons down;
 Home to your cottages, forsake this groom:
 The king is merciful, if you revolt.   [bdb118]

 _Bro._ But angry, wrathful, and inclined to blood,   [bdb119]
 If you go forward; therefore yield, or die.   ·bdb120·

 _Cade._ As for these silken-coated slaves, I pass not:   [bdb121]
 It is to you, good people, that I speak,
 Over whom, in time to come, I hope to reign;
 For I am rightful heir unto the crown.

 _Staf._ Villain, thy father was a plasterer;   ·bdb125·
 And thou thyself a shearman, art thou not?

 _Cade._ And Adam was a gardener.

 _Bro._ And what of that?

 _Cade._ Marry, this: Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March,   [bdb129]
 Married the Duke of Clarence’ daughter, did he not?   [bdb130]

 _Staf._ Ay, sir.

 _Cade._ By her he had two children at one birth.

 _Bro._ That’s false.

 _Cade._ Ay, there’s the question; but I say, ’tis true:
 The elder of them, being put to nurse,   ·bdb135·
 Was by a beggar-woman stolen away;
 And, ignorant of his birth and parentage,
 Became a bricklayer when he came to age:
 His son am I; deny it, if you can.

 _Dick._ Nay, ’tis too true; therefore he shall be king.   ·bdb140·

 _Smith._ Sir, he made a chimney in my father’s house,
 and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it; therefore
 deny it not.

 _Staf._ And will you credit this base drudge’s words,
 That speaks he knows not what?   ·bdb145·

 _All._ Ay, marry, will we; therefore get ye gone.   [bdb146]

 _Bro._ Jack Cade, the Duke of York hath taught you this.

 _Cade._ [_Aside_] He lies, for I invented it myself.   [bdb148]

 Go to, sirrah, tell the king from me, that, for his father’s
 sake, Henry the fifth, in whose time boys went to span-counter ·bdb150·
 for French crowns, I am content he shall reign;
 but I’ll be protector over him.

 _Dick._ And furthermore, we’ll have the Lord Say’s
 head for selling the dukedom of Maine.

 _Cade._ And good reason; for thereby is England   ·bdb155·
 mained, and fain to go with a staff, but that my puissance   [bdb156]
 holds it up. Fellow kings, I tell you that that Lord Say   [bdb157]
 hath gelded the commonwealth, and made it an eunuch:
 and more than that, he can speak French; and therefore
 he is a traitor.   ·bdb160·

 _Staf._ O gross and miserable ignorance!

 _Cade._ Nay, answer, if you can: the Frenchmen are
 our enemies; go to, then, I ask but this: can he that
 speaks with the tongue of an enemy be a good counsellor,   [bdb164]
 or no?   ·bdb165·

 _All._ No, no; and therefore we’ll have his head.

 _Bro._ Well, seeing gentle words will not prevail,
 Assail them with the army of the king.

 _Staf._ Herald, away; and throughout every town
 Proclaim them traitors that are up with Cade;   ·bdb170·
 That those which fly before the battle ends
 May, even in their wives’ and children’s sight,
 Be hang’d up for example at their doors:
 And you that be the king’s friends, follow me.   [bdb174]
               [_Exeunt the two Staffords, and soldiers._

 _Cade._ And you that love the commons, follow me.   ·bdb175·
 Now show yourselves men; ’tis for liberty.
 We will not leave one lord, one gentleman:   [bdb177]
 Spare none but such as go in clouted shoon;   [bdb178]
 For they are thrifty honest men and such
 As would, but that they dare not, take our parts.   ·bdb180·

 _Dick._ They are all in order and march toward us.   [bdb181]

 _Cade._ But then are we in order when we are most out
 of order. Come, march forward. [_Exeunt._   [bdb183]


SCENE III. _Another part of Blackheath_.

_Alarums to the fight, wherein both the_ STAFFORDS _are slain. Enter_
CADE _and the rest_.

 _Cade._ Where’s Dick, the butcher of Ashford?   [bdc001]

 _Dick._ Here, sir.

 _Cade._ They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and
 thou behavedst thyself as if thou hadst been in thine own
 slaughter-house: therefore thus will I reward thee, the Lent   [bdc005]
 shall be as long again as it is; and thou shalt have a license [bdc006]
 to kill for a hundred lacking one.   [bdc007]

 _Dick._ I desire no more.

 _Cade._ And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. This
 monument of the victory will I bear [_putting on Sir Humphrey’s [bdc010]
 brigandine_]; and the bodies shall be dragged at my
 horse heels till I do come to London, where we will have   [bdc012]
 the mayor’s sword borne before us.

 _Dick._ If we mean to thrive and do good, break open   [bdc014]
 the gaols and let out the prisoners.   [bdc015]

 _Cade._ Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let’s
 march towards London.                   [_Exeunt._


SCENE IV. _London. The palace_.

_Enter the_ KING _with a supplication, and the_ QUEEN _with
Suffolk’s head, the_ DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM _and the_ LORD SAY.

 _Queen._ Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind   [bdd001]
 And makes it fearful and degenerate;
 Think therefore on revenge and cease to weep.
 But who can cease to weep and look on this?
 Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast:   ·bdd005·
 But where’s the body that I should embrace?

 _Buck._ What answer makes your grace to the rebels’
 supplication?

 _King._ I’ll send some holy bishop to entreat;
 For God forbid so many simple souls   ·bdd010·
 Should perish by the sword! And I myself,
 Rather than bloody war shall cut them short,   [bdd012]
 Will parley with Jack Cade their general:
 But stay, I’ll read it over once again.

 _Queen._ Ah, barbarous villains! hath this lovely face   ·bdd015·
 Ruled, like a wandering planet, over me,
 And could it not enforce them to relent,
 That were unworthy to behold the same?

 _King._ Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to have thy head.

 _Say._ Ay, but I hope your highness shall have his.   ·bdd020·

 _King._ How now, madam!
 Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolk’s death?   [bdd022]
 I fear me, love, if that I had been dead,   [bdd023]
 Thou wouldest not have mourn’d so much for me.   [bdd024]

 _Queen._ No, my love, I should not mourn, but die for thee.   [bdd025]

    _Enter a_ Messenger.

 _King._ How now! what news? why comest thou in such haste?

 _Mess._ The rebels are in Southwark; fly, my lord!
 Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer,
 Descended from the Duke of Clarence’ house,   [bdd029]
 And calls your grace usurper openly   ·bdd030·
 And vows to crown himself in Westminster.
 His army is a ragged multitude
 Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless:
 Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother’s death
 Hath given them heart and courage to proceed:   ·bdd035·
 All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,
 They call false caterpillars and intend their death.

 _King._ O graceless men! they know not what they do.

 _Buck._ My gracious lord, retire to Killingworth,   [bdd039]
 Until a power be raised to put them down.   ·bdd040·

 _Queen._ Ah, were the Duke of Suffolk now alive,
 These Kentish rebels would be soon appeased!   [bdd042]

 _King._ Lord Say, the traitors hate thee;   [bdd043]
 Therefore away with us to Killingworth.

 _Say._ So might your grace’s person be in danger.   ·bdd045·
 The sight of me is odious in their eyes;
 And therefore in this city will I stay
 And live alone as secret as I may.   [bdd048]

    _Enter another_ Messenger.

 _Mess._ Jack Cade hath gotten London bridge:   [bdd049]
 The citizens fly and forsake their houses:   [bdd050]
 The rascal people, thirsting after prey,
 Join with the traitor, and they jointly swear
 To spoil the city and your royal court.

 _Buck._ Then linger not, my lord; away, take horse.

 _King._ Come, Margaret; God, our hope, will succour us.   ·bdd055·

 _Queen._ My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceased.

 _King._ Farewell, my lord: trust not the Kentish rebels.   [bdd057]

 _Buck._ Trust nobody, for fear you be betray’d.   [bdd058]

 _Say._ The trust I have is in mine innocence,
 And therefore am I bold and resolute. [_Exeunt._   ·bdd060·


SCENE V. _London. The Tower_.

_Enter_ LORD SCALES _upon the Tower, walking. Then enter two or
three_ Citizens _below_.

 _Scales._ How now! is Jack Cade slain?   [bde001]

 _First Cit._ No, my lord, nor likely to be slain; for they   [bde002]
 have won the bridge, killing all those that withstand them:
 the lord mayor craves aid of your honour from the Tower
 to defend the city from the rebels.   ·bde005·

 _Scales._ Such aid as I can spare you shall command;
 But I am troubled here with them myself;
 The rebels have assay’d to win the Tower.
 But get you to Smithfield and gather head,   [bde009]
 And thither I will send you Matthew Goffe;   [bde010]
 Fight for your king, your country and your lives;
 And so, farewell, for I must hence again.  [_Exeunt._   [bde012]


SCENE VI. _London. Cannon Street_.

_Enter_ JACK CADE _and the rest, and strikes his staff on
London-stone_.

 _Cade._ Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And here,   [bdf001]
 sitting upon London-stone, I charge and command that, of
 the city’s cost, the pissing-conduit run nothing but claret
 wine this first year of our reign. And now henceforward   [bdf004]
 it shall be treason for any that calls me other than Lord   ·bdf005·
 Mortimer.

    _Enter a_ Soldier, _running_.

 _Sold._ Jack Cade! Jack Cade!

 _Cade._ Knock him down there.                     [_They kill him._

 _Smith._ If this fellow be wise, he’ll never call ye Jack   [bdf009]
 Cade more: I think he hath a very fair warning.   ·bdf010·

 _Dick._ My lord, there’s an army gathered together in
 Smithfield.

 _Cade._ Come, then, let’s go fight with them: but first,   [bdf013]
 go and set London bridge on fire; and, if you can, burn
 down the Tower too. Come, let’s away. [_Exeunt._   [bdf015]


SCENE VII. _London. Smithfield_.

_Alarums._ MATTHEW GOFFE _is slain, and all the rest. Then enter_
JACK CADE, _with his company_.

 _Cade._ So, sirs: now go some and pull down the Savoy;   [bdg001]
 others to the inns of court; down with them all.   [bdg002]

 _Dick._ I have a suit unto your lordship.

 _Cade._ Be it a lordship, thou shalt have it for that word.

 _Dick._ Only that the laws of England may come out   ·bdg005·
 of your mouth.

 _Holl._ [_Aside_] Mass, ’twill be sore law, then; for he was   [bdg007]
 thrust in the mouth with a spear, and ’tis not whole yet.

 _Smith._ [_Aside_] Nay, John, it will be stinking law; for
 his breath stinks with eating toasted cheese.   [bdg010]

 _Cade._ I have thought upon it, it shall be so. Away,
 burn all the records of the realm: my mouth shall be the
 parliament of England.

 _Holl._ [_Aside_] Then we are like to have biting statutes,   [bdg014]
 unless his teeth be pulled out.   ·bdg015·

 _Cade._ And henceforward all things shall be in common.

     _Enter a_ Messenger.

 _Mess._ My lord, a prize, a prize! here’s the Lord Say, [bdg017]
 which sold the towns in France; he that made us pay one and [bdg018]
 twenty fifteens, and one shilling to the pound, the last
 subsidy. [bdg019]

    _Enter_ GEORGE BEVIS, _with the_ LORD SAY.

 _Cade._ Well, he shall be beheaded for it ten times. Ah,   ·bdg020·
 thou say, thou serge, nay, thou buckram lord! now art thou
 within point-blank of our jurisdiction regal. What canst   [bdg022]
 thou answer to my majesty for giving up of Normandy unto   [bdg023]
 Mounsieur Basimecu, the dauphin of France? Be it known [bdg024] unto
 thee by these presence, even the presence of Lord Mortimer, [bdg025]
 that I am the besom that must sweep the court clean
 of such filth as thou art. Thou hast most traitorously corrupted
 the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school:
 and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but
 the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, ·bdg030·
 and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast
 built a paper-mill. It will be proved to thy face that thou
 hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and a verb,
 and such abominable words as no Christian ear can endure
 to hear. Thou hast appointed justices of peace, to call poor   [bdg035]
 men before them about matters they were not able to answer.
 Moreover, thou hast put them in prison; and because they   [bdg037]
 could not read, thou hast hanged them; when, indeed, only
 for that cause they have been most worthy to live. Thou
 dost ride in a foot-cloth, dost thou not?   [bdg040]

 _Say._ What of that?

 _Cade._ Marry, thou oughtest not to let thy horse wear a
 cloak, when honester men than thou go in their hose and
 doublets.

 _Dick._ And work in their shirt too; as myself, for example,   ·bdg045·
 that am a butcher.

 _Say._ You men of Kent,--

 _Dick._ What say you of Kent?   [bdg048]

 _Say._ Nothing but this; ’tis ‘bona terra, mala gens.’   [bdg049]

 _Cade._ Away with him, away with him! he speaks Latin.   ·bdg050·

 _Say._ Hear me but speak, and bear me where you will.   [bdg051]
 Kent, in the Commentaries Cæsar writ,
 Is term’d the civil’st place of all this isle:
 Sweet is the country, because full of riches;   [bdg054]
 The people liberal, valiant, active, wealthy;   [bdg055]
 Which makes me hope you are not void of pity.   [bdg056]
 I sold not Maine, I lost not Normandy,
 Yet, to recover them, would lose my life.   [bdg058]
 Justice with favour have I always done;
 Prayers and tears have moved me, gifts could never.   ·bdg060·
 When have I aught exacted at your hands,   [bdg061]
 But to maintain the king, the realm and you?
 Large gifts have I bestow’d on learned clerks,
 Because my book preferr’d me to the king,   [bdg064]
 And seeing ignorance is the curse of God,   ·bdg065·
 Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven,
 Unless you be possess’d with devilish spirits,
 You cannot but forbear to murder me:   [bdg068]
 This tongue hath parley’d unto foreign kings
 For your behoof,--   [bdg070]

 _Cade._ Tut, when struck’st thou one blow in the field?   [bdg071]

 _Say._ Great men have reaching hands: oft have I struck
 Those that I never saw and struck them dead.   [bdg073]

 _Geo._ O monstrous coward! what, to come behind folks?

 _Say._ These cheeks are pale for watching for your good.   [bdg075]

 _Cade._ Give him a box o’ the ear and that will make
 ’em red again.

 _Say._ Long sitting to determine poor men’s causes
 Hath made me full of sickness and diseases.

 _Cade._ Ye shall have a hempen caudle then and the   [bdg080]
 help of hatchet.

 _Dick._ Why dost thou quiver, man?

 _Say._ The palsy, and not fear, provokes me.   [bdg083]

 _Cade._ Nay, he nods at us, as who should say, I’ll be
 even with you: I’ll see if his head will stand steadier on a   ·bdg085·
 pole, or no. Take him away, and behead him.

 _Say._ Tell me wherein have I offended most?
 Have I affected wealth or honour? speak.
 Are my chests fill’d up with extorted gold?
 Is my apparel sumptuous to behold?   ·bdg090·
 Whom have I injured, that ye seek my death?
 These hands are free from guiltless blood-shedding,
 This breast from harbouring foul deceitful thoughts.
 O, let me live!

 _Cade._ [_Aside_] I feel remorse in myself with his words;   [bdg095]
 but I’ll bridle it: he shall die, an it be but for pleading so [bdg096]
 well for his life. Away with him! he has a familiar under his
 tongue; he speaks not o’ God’s name. Go, take him away,   [bdg098]
 I say, and strike off his head presently; and then break
 into his son-in-law’s house, Sir James Cromer, and strike   [bdg100]
 off his head, and bring them both upon two poles hither.

 _All._ It shall be done.

 _Say._ Ah, countrymen! if when you make your prayers,
 God should be so obdurate as yourselves,
 How would it fare with your departed souls?   ·bdg105·
 And therefore yet relent, and save my life.

 _Cade._ Away with him! and do as I command ye.   [bdg107]
               [_Exeunt some with Lord Say._

 The proudest peer in the realm shall not wear a head on [bdg108] his
 shoulders, unless he pay me tribute; there shall not a maid be married,
 but she shall pay to me her maidenhead [bdg110] ere they have it: men
 shall hold of me in capite; and we charge and command that their wives
 be as free as heart can wish or tongue can tell.

 _Dick._ My lord, when shall we go to Cheapside and
 take up commodities upon our bills?   ·bdg115·

 _Cade._ Marry, presently.

 _All._ O, brave!   [bdg117]

   _Re-enter one with the heads._

 _Cade._ But is not this braver? Let them kiss one another,   [bdg118]
 for they loved well when they were alive. Now part   [bdg119]
 them again, lest they consult about the giving up of some   ·bdg120·
 more towns in France. Soldiers, defer the spoil of the city
 until night: for with these borne before us, instead of
 maces, will we ride through the streets; and at every corner
 have them kiss. Away!   [_Exeunt._   [bdg124]


SCENE VIII. _Southwark_.

_Alarum and retreat. Enter_ CADE _and all his rabblement_.

 _Cade._ Up Fish Street! down Saint Magnus’ Corner! [bdh001] kill and
 knock down! throw them into Thames! [_Sound [bdh002] a parley._] What
 noise is this I hear? Dare any be so bold [bdh003] to sound retreat or
 parley, when I command them kill?   [bdh004]

    _Enter_ BUCKINGHAM _and old_ CLIFFORD, _attended_.

 _Buck._ Ay, here they be that dare and will disturb thee:   [bdh005]
 Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the king
 Unto the commons whom thou hast misled;
 And here pronounce free pardon to them all
 That will forsake thee and go home in peace.

 _Clif._ What say ye, countrymen? will ye relent,   [bdh010]
 And yield to mercy whilst ’tis offer’d you;
 Or let a rebel lead you to your deaths?   [bdh012]
 Who loves the king and will embrace his pardon,
 Fling up his cap, and say ‘God save his majesty!’
 Who hateth him and honours not his father,   ·bdh015·
 Henry the fifth, that made all France to quake,
 Shake he his weapon at us and pass by.

 _All._ God save the king! God save the king!

 _Cade._ What, Buckingham and Clifford, are ye so brave?
 And you, base peasants, do ye believe him? will you needs   [bdh020]
 be hanged with your pardons about your necks? Hath my
 sword therefore broke through London gates, that you
 should leave me at the White Hart in Southwark? I   [bdh023]
 thought ye would never have given out these arms till you   [bdh024]
 had recovered your ancient freedom: but you are all recreants ·bdh025·
 and dastards, and delight to live in slavery to the
 nobility. Let them break your backs with burthens, take
 your houses over your heads, ravish your wives and daughters
 before your faces: for me, I will make shift for one;
 and so, God’s curse light upon you all!   ·bdh030·

 _All._ We’ll follow Cade, we’ll follow Cade!   [bdh031]

 _Clif._ Is Cade the son of Henry the Fifth,
 That thus you do exclaim you’ll go with him?
 Will he conduct you through the heart of France,
 And make the meanest of you earls and dukes?   ·bdh035·
 Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to;
 Nor knows he how to live but by the spoil,
 Unless by robbing of your friends and us.
 Were’t not a shame, that whilst you live at jar,
 The fearful French, whom you late vanquished,   ·bdh040·
 Should make a start o’er seas and vanquish you?
 Methinks already in this civil broil
 I see them lording it in London streets,
 Crying ‘Villiago!’ unto all they meet.   [bdh044]
 Better ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry   ·bdh045·
 Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman’s mercy.
 To France, to France, and get what you have lost;
 Spare England, for it is your native coast:
 Henry hath money, you are strong and manly;   [bdh049]
 God on our side, doubt not of victory.   ·bdh050·

 _All._ A Clifford! a Clifford! we’ll follow the king and
 Clifford.

 _Cade._ Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro as   [bdh053]
 this multitude? The name of Henry the Fifth hales them to
 an hundred mischiefs and makes them leave me desolate.   ·bdh055·
 I see them lay their heads together to surprise me. My
 sword make way for me, for here is no staying. In despite
 of the devils and hell, have through the very middest of   [bdh058]
 you! and heavens and honour be witness that no want of
 resolution in me, but only my followers’ base and ignominious ·bdh060·
 treasons, makes me betake me to my heels.   [_Exit._   [bdh061]

 _Buck._ What, is he fled? Go some, and follow him;
 And he that brings his head unto the king
 Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.
               [_Exeunt some of them._
 Follow me, soldiers: we’ll devise a mean   ·bdh065·
 To reconcile you all unto the king.   [_Exeunt._   [bdh066]


SCENE IX. _Kenilworth Castle_.

_Sound trumpets. Enter_ KING, QUEEN, _and_ SOMERSET, _on
the terrace_.

 _King._ Was ever king that joy’d an earthly throne,   [bdi001]
 And could command no more content than I?
 No sooner was I crept out of my cradle
 But I was made a king, at nine months old.
 Was never subject long’d to be a king   ·bdi005·
 As I do long and wish to be a subject.   [bdi006]

    _Enter_ BUCKINGHAM _and old_ CLIFFORD.

 _Buck._ Health and glad tidings to your majesty!

 _King._ Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surprised?
 Or is he but retired to make him strong?   [bdi009]

     _Enter, below, multitudes, with halters about their necks_.

 _Clif._ He is fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield;   [bdi010]
 And humbly thus, with halters on their necks,
 Expect your highness’ doom, of life or death.

 _King._ Then, heaven, set ope thy everlasting gates,
 To entertain my vows of thanks and praise!
 Soldiers, this day have you redeem’d your lives   ·bdi015·
 And show’d how well you love your prince and country:
 Continue still in this so good a mind,
 And Henry, though he be infortunate,   [bdi018]
 Assure yourselves, will never be unkind:
 And so, with thanks and pardon to you all,   ·bdi020·
 I do dismiss you to your several countries.   [bdi021]

 _All._ God save the king! God save the king!   [bdi022]

    _Enter a Messenger_.

 _Mess._ Please it your grace to be advertised
 The Duke of York is newly come from Ireland,
 And with a puissant and a mighty power   [bdi025]
 Of gallowglasses and stout kernes   [bdi026]
 Is marching hitherward in proud array,
 And still proclaimeth, as he comes along,
 His arms are only to remove from thee   [bdi029]
 The Duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor.   ·bdi030·

 _King._ Thus stands my state, ’twixt Cade and York distress’d;
 Like to a ship that, having ’scaped a tempest
 Is straightway calm’d and boarded with a pirate:   [bdi033]
 But now is Cade driven back, his men dispersed;   [bdi034]
 And now is York in arms to second him.   ·bdi035·
 I pray thee, Buckingham, go and meet him,   [bdi036]
 And ask him what’s the reason of these arms.
 Tell him I’ll send Duke Edmund to the Tower;
 And, Somerset, we will commit thee hither,
 Until his army be dismiss’d from him.   ·bdi040·

 _Som._ My lord,
 I’ll yield myself to prison willingly,
 Or unto death, to do my country good.

 _King._ In any case, be not too rough in terms;
 For he is fierce and cannot brook hard language.   ·bdi045·

 _Buck._ I will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal
 As all things shall redound unto your good.

 _King._ Come, wife, let’s in, and learn to govern better;
 For yet may England curse my wretched reign.   [bdi049]
               [_Flourish. Exeunt._


SCENE X. _Kent. Iden’s garden_.

_Enter_ CADE.

 _Cade._ Fie on ambition! fie on myself, that have a   [bdj001]
 sword, and yet am ready to famish! These five days have I
 hid me in these woods and durst not peep out, for all the   [bdj003]
 country is laid for me; but now am I so hungry that if I   [bdj004]
 might have a lease of my life for a thousand years I could   ·bdj005·
 stay no longer. Wherefore, on a brick wall have I climbed   [bdj006]
 into this garden, to see if I can eat grass, or pick a sallet
 another while, which is not amiss to cool a man’s stomach
 this hot weather. And I think this word ‘sallet’ was born
 to do me good: for many a time, but for a sallet, my brain-pan [bdj010]
 had been cleft with a brown bill; and many a time,
 when I have been dry and bravely marching, it hath served   [bdj012]
 me instead of a quart pot to drink in; and now the word
 ‘sallet’ must serve me to feed on.   [bdj014]

    _Enter_ IDEN.

 _Iden._ Lord, who would live turmoiled in the court,   ·bdj015·
 And may enjoy such quiet walks as these?
 This small inheritance my father left me
 Contenteth me, and worth a monarchy.   [bdj018]
 I seek not to wax great by others’ waning,   [bdj019]
 Or gather wealth, I care not, with what envy:   ·bdj020·
 Sufficeth that I have maintains my state
 And sends the poor well pleased from my gate.

 _Cade._ Here’s the lord of the soil come to seize me for   [bdj023]
 a stray, for entering his fee-simple without leave. Ah,   [bdj024]
 villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a thousand crowns of   [bdj025]
 the king by carrying my head to him: but I’ll make thee
 eat iron like an ostrich, and swallow my sword like a great
 pin, ere thou and I part.

 _Iden._ Why, rude companion, whatsoe’er thou be,
 I know thee not; why, then, should I betray thee?   ·bdj030·
 Is’t not enough to break into my garden,
 And, like a thief, to come to rob my grounds,
 Climbing my walls in spite of me the owner.
 But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms?   [bdj034]

 _Cade._ Brave thee! ay, by the best blood that ever was   [bdj035]
 broached, and beard thee too. Look on me well: I have
 eat no meat these five days; yet, come thou and thy five   [bdj037]
 men, and if I do not leave you all as dead as a door-nail, I   [bdj038]
 pray God I may never eat grass more.

 _Iden._ Nay, it shall ne’er be said, while England stands,   ·bdj040·
 That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent,   [bdj041]
 Took odds to combat a poor famish’d man.
 Oppose thy steadfast-gazing eyes to mine,   [bdj043]
 See if thou canst outface me with thy looks:
 Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lesser;   ·bdj045·
 Thy hand is but a finger to my fist,
 Thy leg a stick compared with this truncheon;
 My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast;
 And if mine arm be heaved in the air,
 Thy grave is digg’d already in the earth.   ·bdj050·
 As for words, whose greatness answers words,   [bdj051]
 Let this my sword report what speech forbears.

 _Cade._ By my valour, the most complete champion that
 ever I heard! Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut not out   [bdj054]
 the burly-boned clown in chines of beef ere thou sleep in   [bdj055]
 thy sheath, I beseech God on my knees thou mayst be   [bdj056]
 turned to hobnails.   [_Here they fight. Cade falls._   [bdj057]

 O, I am slain! famine and no other hath slain me: let
 ten thousand devils come against me, and give me but the
 ten meals I have lost, and I’ld defy them all. Wither,   ·bdj060·
 garden; and be henceforth a burying-place to all that do
 dwell in this house, because the unconquered soul of Cade
 is fled.

 _Iden._ Is’t Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor?
 Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed,   [bdj065]
 And hang thee o’er my tomb when I am dead:
 Ne’er shall this blood be wiped from thy point;
 But thou shalt wear it as a herald’s coat,
 To emblaze the honour that thy master got.   [bdj069]

 _Cade._ Iden, farewell, and be proud of thy victory. Tell   ·bdj070·
 Kent from me, she hath lost her best man, and exhort all
 the world to be cowards; for I, that never feared any, am
 vanquished by famine, not by valour.                [_Dies._

 _Iden._ How much thou wrong’st me, heaven be my judge.
 Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee;   ·bdj075·
 And as I thrust thy body in with my sword,   [bdj076]
 So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell.
 Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels
 Unto a dunghill which shall be thy grave,
 And there cut off thy most ungracious head;   [bdj080]
 Which I will bear in triumph to the king,
 Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon.   [_Exit._   [bdj082]


ACT V.


SCENE I. _Fields between Dartford and Blackheath_.

_Enter_ YORK, _and his army of Irish, with drum and colours_.

 _York._ From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right,   [bea001]
 And pluck the crown from feeble Henry’s head:
 Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright,
 To entertain great England’s lawful king.
 Ah! sancta majestas, who would not buy thee dear?   [bea005]
 Let them obey that know not how to rule;   [bea006]
 This hand was made to handle nought but gold.
 I cannot give due action to my words,   [bea008]
 Except a sword or sceptre balance it:
 A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul,   [bea010]
 On which I’ll toss the flower-de-luce of France.   [bea011]

    _Enter_ BUCKINGHAM.

 Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me?
 The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble.

 _Buck._ York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well.

 _York._ Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting.   ·bea015·
 Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure?

 _Buck._ A messenger from Henry, our dread liege,
 To know the reason of these arms in peace;
 Or why thou, being a subject as I am,
 Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn,   ·bea020·
 Should raise so great a power without his leave,   [bea021]
 Or dare to bring thy force so near the court.

 _York._ [_Aside_] Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great:   [bea023]
 O, I could hew up rocks and fight with flint,
 I am so angry at these abject terms;   ·bea025·
 And now, like Ajax Telamonius,
 On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury.   [bea027]
 I am far better born than is the king,
 More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts:
 But I must make fair weather yet a while,   ·bea030·
 Till Henry be more weak and I more strong.--
 Buckingham, I prithee, pardon me,   [bea032]
 That I have given no answer all this while;
 My mind was troubled with deep melancholy.
 The cause why I have brought this army hither   ·bea035·
 Is to remove proud Somerset from the king,
 Seditious to his grace and to the state.

 _Buck._ That is too much presumption on thy part:
 But if thy arms be to no other end,   [bea039]
 The king hath yielded unto thy demand:   ·bea040·
 The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower.

 _York._ Upon thine honour, is he prisoner?

 _Buck._ Upon mine honour, he is prisoner.   [bea043]

 _York._ Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers.
 Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves;   ·bea045·
 Meet me to-morrow in Saint George’s field,
 You shall have pay and every thing you wish.
 And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry,
 Command my eldest son, nay, all my sons,
 As pledges of my fealty and love;   ·bea050·
 I’ll send them all as willing as I live:
 Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have,
 Is his to use, so Somerset may die.

 _Buck._ York, I commend this kind submission:
 We twain will go into his highness’ tent.   [bea055]

    _Enter_ KING _and_ Attendants.

 _King._ Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us,   [bea056]
 That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm?

 _York._ In all submission and humility
 York doth present himself unto your highness.

 _King._ Then what intends these forces thou dost bring?   [bea060]

 _York._ To heave the traitor Somerset from hence,   [bea061]
 And fight against that monstrous rebel Cade,
 Who since I heard to be discomfited.   [bea063]

    _Enter_ IDEN, _with_ CADE’S _head_.

 _Iden._ If one so rude and of so mean condition
 May pass into the presence of a king,   [bea065]
 Lo, I present your grace a traitor’s head,
 The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew.

 _King._ The head of Cade! Great God, how just art Thou!
 O, let me view his visage, being dead,
 That living wrought me such exceeding trouble.   ·bea070·
 Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him?   [bea071]

 _Iden._ I was, an’t like your majesty.   [bea072]

 _King._ How art thou call’d? and what is thy degree?

 _Iden._ Alexander Iden, that’s my name;   [bea074]
 A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king.   [bea075]

 _Buck._ So please it you, my lord, ’twere not amiss   [bea076]
 He were created knight for his good service.   [bea077]

 _King._ Iden, kneel down. [_He kneels._] Rise up a knight.   [bea078]
 We give thee for reward a thousand marks,
 And will that thou henceforth attend on us.   ·bea080·

 _Iden._ May Iden live to merit such a bounty,
 And never live but true unto his liege!   [_Rises._   [bea082]

    _Enter_ QUEEN _and_ SOMERSET.

 _King._ See, Buckingham, Somerset comes with the queen:   [bea083]
 Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke.

 _Queen._ For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head,   ·bea085·
 But boldly stand and front him to his face.

 _York._ How now! is Somerset at liberty?
 Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison’d thoughts,
 And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart.
 Shall I endure the sight of Somerset?   ·bea090·
 False king! why hast thou broken faith with me,
 Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse?
 King did I call thee? no, thou art not king,   [bea093]
 Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,   [bea094]
 Which darest not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor.   [bea095]
 That head of thine doth not become a crown;
 Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer’s staff,
 And not to grace an awful princely sceptre.
 That gold must round engirt these brows of mine,   [bea099]
 Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles’ spear,   [bea100]
 Is able with the change to kill and cure.
 Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up
 And with the same to act controlling laws.   [bea103]
 Give place: by heaven, thou shalt rule no more
 O’er him whom heaven created for thy ruler.   ·bea105·

 _Som._ O monstrous traitor! I arrest thee, York,
 Of capital treason ’gainst the king and crown:
 Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace.

 _York._ Wouldst have me kneel? first let me ask of these,   [bea109]
 If they can brook I bow a knee to man.   ·bea110·
 Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail:   [_Exit Attendant._   [bea111]
 I know, ere they will have me go to ward,
 They’ll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement.   [bea113]

 _Queen._ Call hither Clifford; bid him come amain.
 To say if that the bastard boys of York   ·bea115·
 Shall be the surety for their traitor father.   [bea116]
               [_Exit Buckingham._

 _York._ O blood-bespotted Neapolitan,
 Outcast of Naples, England’s bloody scourge!
 The sons of York, thy betters in their birth,
 Shall be their father’s bail; and bane to those   [bea120]
 That for my surety will refuse the boys!   [bea121]

    _Enter_ EDWARD _and_ RICHARD.

 See where they come: I’ll warrant they’ll make it good.   [bea122]

    _Enter old_ CLIFFORD _and his_ Son.

 _Queen._ And here comes Clifford to deny their bail.

 _Clif._ Health and all happiness to my lord the king!   [bea124]
               [_Kneels_.

 _York._ I thank thee, Clifford: say, what news with thee?   [bea125]
 Nay, do not fright us with an angry look:   [bea126]
 We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again;
 For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.

 _Clif._ This is my king, York, I do not mistake;
 But thou mistakest me much to think I do:   [bea130]
 To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad?

 _King._ Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious humour
 Makes him oppose himself against his king.

 _Clif._ He is a traitor; let him to the Tower,
 And chop away that factious pate of his.   [bea135]

 _Queen._ He is arrested, but will not obey;
 His sons, he says, shall give their words for him.

 _York._ Will you not, sons?

 _Edw._ Ay, noble father, if our words will serve.   [bea139]

 _Rich._ And if words will not, then our weapons shall.   ·bea140·

 _Clif._ Why, what a brood of traitors have we here!

 _York._ Look in a glass, and call thy image so:
 I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.   [bea143]
 Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,
 That with the very shaking of their chains   ·bea145·
 They may astonish these fell-lurking curs:   [bea146]
 Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me.   [bea147]

    _Enter the_ EARLS OF WARWICK _and_ SALISBURY.

 _Clif._ Are these thy bears? we’ll bait thy bears to death,   [bea148]
 And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,   [bea149]
 If thou darest bring them to the baiting place.   [bea150]

 _Rich._ Oft have I seen a hot o’erweening cur
 Run back and bite, because he was withheld;   [bea152]
 Who, being suffer’d with the bear’s fell paw,   [bea153]
 Hath clapp’d his tail between his legs and cried:   [bea154]
 And such a piece of service will you do,   ·bea155·
 If you oppose yourselves to match Lord Warwick.   [bea156]

 _Clif._ Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump,   [bea157]
 As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!

 _York._ Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon.

 _Clif._ Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.   ·bea160·

 _King._ Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
 Old Salisbury, shame to thy silver hair,
 Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son!
 What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian,
 And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles?   ·bea165·
 O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty?
 If it be banish’d from the frosty head,
 Where shall it find a harbour in the earth?
 Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,   [bea169]
 And shame thine honourable age with blood?   [bea170]
 Why art thou old, and want’st experience?
 Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it?
 For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me
 That bows unto the grave with mickle age.   [bea174]

 _Sal._ My lord, I have consider’d with myself   [bea175]
 The title of this most renowned duke;
 And in my conscience do repute his grace
 The rightful heir to England’s royal seat.

 _King._ Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me?

 _Sal._ I have.   ·bea180·

 _King._ Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath?   [bea181]

 _Sal._ It is great sin to swear unto a sin,
 But greater sin to keep a sinful oath.
 Who can be bound by any solemn vow
 To do a murderous deed, to rob a man,   ·bea185·
 To force a spotless virgin’s chastity,
 To reave the orphan of his patrimony,
 To wring the widow from her custom’d right,
 And have no other reason for this wrong   [bea189]
 But that he was bound by a solemn oath?   ·bea190·

 _Queen._ A subtle traitor needs no sophister.

 _King._ Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself.

 _York._ Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast,
 I am resolved for death or dignity.   [bea194]

 _Clif._ The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true.   [bea195]

 _War._ You were best to go to bed and dream again,   [bea196]
 To keep thee from the tempest of the field.

 _Clif._ I am resolved to bear a greater storm
 Than any thou canst conjure up to-day;
 And that I’ll write upon thy burgonet,   ·bea200·
 Might I but know thee by thy household badge.   [bea201]

 _War._ Now, by my father’s badge, old Nevil’s crest,   [bea202]
 The rampant bear chain’d to the ragged staff,   [bea203]
 This day I’ll wear aloft my burgonet,
 As on a mountain top the cedar shows   ·bea205·
 That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,
 Even to affright thee with the view thereof.   [bea207]

 _Clif._ And from thy burgonet I’ll rend thy bear
 And tread it under foot with all contempt,
 Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear.   [bea210]

 _Y. Clif._ And so to arms, victorious father,   [bea211]
 To quell the rebels and their complices.   [bea212]

 _Rich._ Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite,
 For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.

 _Y. Clif._ Foul stigmatic, that’s more than thou canst tell.   ·bea215·

 _Rich._ If not in heaven, you’ll surely sup in hell.   [bea216]
               [_Exeunt severally._


SCENE II. _Saint Alban’s_.

_Alarums to the battle. Enter_ WARWICK.

 _War._ Clifford of Cumberland, ’tis Warwick calls:
 And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear,   [beb002]
 Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarum
 And dead men’s cries do fill the empty air,   [beb004]
 Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me:   ·beb005·
 Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
 Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms.

    _Enter_ YORK.

 How now, my noble lord! what, all a-foot?   [beb008]

 _York._ The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed,
 But match to match I have encounter’d him   ·beb010·
 And made a prey for carrion kites and crows   [beb011]
 Even of the bonny beast he loved so well.   [beb012]

    _Enter old_ CLIFFORD.

 _War._ Of one or both of us the time is come.

 _York._ Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chase,
 For I myself must hunt this deer to death.   ·beb015·

 _War._ Then, nobly, York; ’tis for a crown thou fight’st.
 As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,
 It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail’d.        [_Exit._

 _Clif._ What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause?   [beb019]

 _York._ With thy brave bearing should I be in love,   ·beb020·
 But that thou art so fast mine enemy.

 _Clif._ Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem,
 But that ’tis shown ignobly and in treason.

 _York._ So let it help me now against thy sword   [beb024]
 As I in justice and true right express it.   ·beb025·

 _Clif._ My soul and body on the action both!

 _York._ A dreadful lay! Address thee instantly.   [beb027]
   [_They fight, and Clifford falls._

 _Clif._ La fin couronne les œuvres.    [_Dies._   [beb028]

 _York._ Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.
 Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will!   [_Exit._   ·beb030·

    _Enter young_ CLIFFORD.

 _Y. Clif._ Shame and confusion! all is on the rout;   [beb031]
 Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds
 Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell,
 Whom angry heavens do make their minister,
 Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part   ·beb035·
 Hot coals of vengeance! Let no soldier fly.   [beb036]
 He that is truly dedicate to war
 Hath no self-love, nor he that loves himself   [beb038]
 Hath not essentially but by circumstance
 The name of valour. [_Seeing his dead father_] O, let the vile
               world end,   [beb040]
 And the premised flames of the last day   [beb041]
 Knit earth and heaven together!   [beb042]
 Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
 Particularities and petty sounds
 To cease! Wast thou ordain’d, dear father,   [beb045]
 To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve
 The silver livery of advised age,
 And, in thy reverence and thy chair-days, thus
 To die in ruffian battle? Even at this sight
 My heart is turn’d to stone: and while ’tis mine,   ·beb050·
 It shall be stony. York not our old men spares;
 No more will I their babes: tears virginal
 Shall be to me even as the dew to fire,
 And beauty that the tyrant oft reclaims
 Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.   ·beb055·
 Henceforth I will not have to do with pity:
 Meet I an infant of the house of York,
 Into as many gobbets will I cut it
 As wild Medea young Absyrtus did:   [beb059]
 In cruelty will I seek out my fame.   ·beb060·
 Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford’s house:
 As did Æneas old Anchises bear,
 So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;
 But then Æneas bare a living load,
 Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine.   [beb065]
              [_Exit, bearing off his father._

    _Enter_ RICHARD _and_ SOMERSET _to fight._ SOMERSET _is
    killed_.

 _Rich._ So, lie thou there;   [beb066]
 For underneath an alehouse’ paltry sign,   [beb067]
 The Castle in Saint Alban’s, Somerset
 Hath made the wizard famous in his death.
 Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still:   ·beb070·
 Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill.      [_Exit._   [beb071]

    _Fight: excursions. Enter_ KING, QUEEN, _and others_.

 _Queen._ Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away!   [beb072]

 _King._ Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay.

 _Queen._ What are you made of? you’ll nor fight nor fly:   [beb074]
 Now is it manhood, wisdom and defence,   ·beb075·
 To give the enemy way, and to secure us
 By what we can, which can no more but fly.
               [_Alarum afar off._
 If you be ta’en, we then should see the bottom   [beb078]
 Of all our fortunes: but if we haply scape,
 As well we may, if not through your neglect,   [beb080]
 We shall to London get, where you are loved
 And where this breach now in our fortunes made   [beb082]
 May readily be stopp’d.   [beb083]

    _Re-enter young_ CLIFFORD.

 _Y. Clif._ But that my heart’s on future mischief set,   [beb084]
 I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly:   ·beb085·
 But fly you must; uncurable discomfit   [beb086]
 Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts.   [beb087]
 Away, for your relief! and we will live
 To see their day and them our fortune give:
 Away, my lord, away!                        [_Exeunt._   ·beb090·


SCENE III. _Fields near St Alban’s_.

_Alarum. Retreat. Enter_ YORK, RICHARD, WARWICK, _and_ Soldiers,
_with drum and colours_.

 _York._ Of Salisbury, who can report of him,   [bec001]
 That winter lion, who in rage forgets
 Aged contusions and all brush of time,   [bec003]
 And, like a gallant in the brow of youth,   [bec004]
 Repairs him with occasion? This happy day   ·bec005·
 Is not itself, nor have we won one foot,
 If Salisbury be lost.

 _Rich._               My noble father,
 Three times to-day I holp him to his horse,   [bec008]
 Three times bestrid him; thrice I led him off,
 Persuaded him from any further act:   ·bec010·
 But still, where danger was, still there I met him;
 And like rich hangings in a homely house,   [bec012]
 So was his will in his old feeble body.
 But, noble as he is, look where he comes.   [bec014]

    _Enter_ SALISBURY.

 _Sal._ Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day;   ·bec015·
 By the mass, so did we all. I thank you, Richard:   [bec016]
 God knows how long it is I have to live;
 And it hath pleased him that three times to-day
 You have defended me from imminent death.   [bec019]
 Well, lords, we have not got that which we have:   ·bec020·
 ’Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,
 Being opposites of such repairing nature.

 _York._ I know our safety is to follow them;
 For, as I hear, the king is fled to London,
 To call a present court of parliament.   ·bec025·
 Let us pursue him ere the writs go forth.
 What says Lord Warwick? shall we after them?   [bec027]

 _War._ After them! nay, before them, if we can.
 Now, by my faith, lords, ’twas a glorious day:   [bec029]
 Saint Alban’s battle won by famous York   ·bec030·
 Shall be eternized in all age to come.
 Sound drums and trumpets, and to London all:   [bec032]
 And more such days as these to us befall!      [_Exeunt._   [bec033]


LINENOTES TO II KING HENRY VI.

[baa001] London.] Capell. ¶ The Palace.] Scene, the Palace. Theobald.

[baa002] _for_] F1 F2. _from_ F3 F4.

[baa007] _Calaber, Bretagne and_] _Bretagne_ Hanmer. ¶ _and_] F1. om.
F2 F3 F4.

[baa013] _hands_] F1. _hand_ F2 F3 F4.

[baa019] _lends_] _lend’st_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[baa028] _alder-liefest_] _Alder liefest_ (in italics) Ff.
_aller-liefest_ Malone conj.

[baa034] _Makes_] F1 F2. _Make_ F3 F4. ¶ _wondering fall to
weeping_] _Wondring, fall to Weeping_ F1 F2. _wondring, fall to
weeping_ F3 F4.

[baa037] All [kneeling]. All kneel. Ff.

[baa047] _thirtieth_] _thirteenth_ Rowe.

[baa048] _duchy......county of Maine_] _dutchies of Anjou and Maine_
Capell, from (Qq).

[baa049] _father--_] Malone. _father._ Ff. _fa._ (Q1 Q2). _fa--_
(Q3) Capell. ¶ [Lets...fall] Duke Humphrey lets it fall (Qq). om. Ff.

[baa051] _at_] _to_ F4.

[baa054] [Reads] om. Ff. [taking the paper from Glo. and reading.
Capell. ¶ _It is...them,_] Omitted by Pope.

[baa055] _duchies_] _Dutchesse_ F1 F2 F3. _Dutchess_ F4.

[baa057] _any_] om. Malone.

[baa058] _kneel_] _kneel you_ Pope. _kneel thee_ Collier MS.

[baa060] _gird_] _girt_ (Qq) Ff.

[baa062] _I’ the_] _I’ th_ F1 F2 F3. _I’ th’_ F4. _In the_ (Qq)
Capell. See note (I).

[baa064] _Somerset_] F1. _and Somerset_ F2 F3 F4.

[baa066] _all for_] _for all_ (Q3) and Warburton.

[baa069] [Exeunt...] F2 F3 F4. Exit.... F1. Manet the rest. F1.
Manent the rest. F2 F3 F4.

[baa070] SCENE II. Pope.

[baa083] _Beaufort_] _Beauford_ Ff. _Bedford_ Rowe.

[baa088], baa089: _And had...Crowned_] Grant White. _And
hath...Crowned_ F1 F2 F3. _And hath...Crown’d_ F4. _And
was...Crowned_ Rowe. _Or hath......Been crown’d_ Capell. _And
hath...Been crown’d_ Malone.

[baa100] _peroration_] _preroration_ F1.

[baa104] _roast_] Pope. _rost_ Ff. _roost_ Grant White.

[baa105] _duchy_] _dutchies_ Capell.

[baa116] _wounds_] _swords_ Collier conj., from (Qq).

[baa118] _Mort Dieu!_] om. Pope.

[baa119], baa120: _For...isle!_] Put in the margin by Pope.

[baa130] _starved_] _sterv’d_ F1 F2. _starv’d_ F3 F4.

[baa149] _west_] _east_ Warburton.

[baa163] _all together_] Rowe. _altogether_ Ff.

[baa164] _hoise_] _hoyse_ Ff. _heave_ (Qq). _hoist_ Theobald.

[baa173] _Or thou or I, Somerset,_] _Or Somerset or I_ Pope. _Thou, or
I, Somerset,_ Capell. ¶ _protector_] F2 F3 F4. _protectors_ F1.

[baa174] [Exeunt...] Exit... Ff.

[baa175] _went_] _goes_ Capell. ¶ _follows him_] _follows after_ Anon.
conj., from (Qq).

[baa187] _Hath_] _Have_ Rove.

[baa189] _brother_] _cousin_ Anon, conj., from (Qq).

[baa199] _tend the_] _tend to_ Capell. _’tend the_ Steevens conj.

[baa201] _And_] _The good and_ Seymour conj.

[baa202] [Aside] Theobald. ¶ _And so...cause._] As two lines in Ff.

[baa203] _Then...main._] As two lines, the first ending _away,_ in Ff.
¶ _make haste_] om. Seymour conj. ¶ _away_] om. Pope.

[baa204] _Unto...lost_] As two lines, the first ending _maine?_, in
Ff.] ¶ baa204–baa208: _Unto...slain_] Put in the margin by Pope.

[baa205] _Warwick did_] _did Warwick_ Collier MS.

[baa208] [Exeunt W. and S.] Exit W. and S. Manet Yorke. Ff.

[baa209] SCENE III. Pope.

[baa216] _thine_] _mine_ Grant White.

[baa217] _pennyworths_] _penn’orths_ Pope. _penn’worth_ Capell.
_pennyworth_ Steevens.

[baa221] _hapless_] _helpless_ Collier MS.

[baa224] _starve_] F3 F4. _sterve_ F1 F2. ¶ _dare_] _dares_
Theobald.

[baa233] _England’s soil_] _England_ Anon. conj., from (Qq).

[baa242] _humours fits_] (Qq) Ff. _humour fits_ Rowe. _humours fit_
Malone.

[baa246] _surfeiting in_] _surfeit in the_ Hanmer.

[baa247] After this Capell conjectures that a line is lost.

[baa251] _in_] _in in_ F1.

[bab001] SCENE II.] Capell. SCENE IV. Pope om. Ff. ¶
The...house.] Theobald.

[bab002] _at_] _with_ Pope.

[bab022] _dream...doth_] Capell. _dreames...doth_ Ff. _dreams...do_
Rowe.

[bab025] _office-badge_] _office’ badge_ S. Walker conj.

[bab031] _my_] _the_ F3 F4.

[bab038] _are_] (Qq) Hanmer. _wer_ F1 F2. _were_ F3 F4.

[bab039] _Where_] _There_ Staunton conj. ¶ _dame_] om. F4.

[bab042] _ill-nurtured_] _ill-nurtur’d_ F3. _ill-nurter’d_ F1 F2.
_ill-natur’d_ F4.

[bab057] _Saint_] _S._ F1 F2 F3. _St._ F4.

[bab058] _Where as_] F1 F2. _Whereas_ F3 F4.

[bab059] _thou_] _thou too_ Hanmer.

[bab060] [Exeunt...] Capell. Ex. Hum. F1 (after line 59). Ex. Hu. F2
F3 F4 (after line 59).

[bab068] _there? Sir John!_] Hanmer. _there? Sir John;_ Ff.

[bab069] _thee_] _thou_ Seymour conj.

[bab071] _What...majesty!_] _My majesty! why, man,_ Capell, from (Qq).

[bab075] _Jourdain_] Capell (and passim). _Jordane_ F1 F2. _Jordan_
F3 F4.

[bab089] _words but_] _words, but_ Rowe.

[bab097] _Dame Eleanor’s aspiring_] F1 F2. _Dame Elianor’s_ F3 F4.
_Eleanor’s aspiring_ Pope.

[bab101] _Suffolk_] F3. _Suffolke_ F1 F2. Suffolk’s F4.

[bab105] _wreck_] Hanmer. _wracke_ F1 F2. _wrack_ F3 F4.

[bac001] SCENE III.] Capell. SCENE V. Pope. SCENE VII.
Johnson (a misprint). ¶ The Palace.] Hanmer. An apartment in the
palace. Theobald. ¶...Peter...] Theobald. om. Ff.

[bac003] _in the quill_] _in quill_ Hanmer. _in quiet_ Jackson conj.
_in the coil_ Singer conj. _in sequel_ Collier (Collier MS.). _in the
quile_ Jervis conj. _in the pend_ Bullock conj.

[bac006] Peter.] F1 F2. 1 Peter. F3. 1 Pet. F4.

[bac013] [Reading] Rowe (ed. 2). om. Ff. ¶ _To_] _For_ Capell.

[bac016] _an’t_] Hanmer. _and’t_ Ff.

[bac020] [Reads] Rowe. om. Ff.

[bac021] _Melford_] _Long Melford_ Theobald, from (Qq).

[bac025] Peter] F1. Pet. F2 F3 F4. 3 Pet. Rowe. Suff. [reads].
Theobald. ¶ [giving his petition] Capell. om. Ff.

[bac028] _What say’st thou? did_] _What did_ Pope. _What! did_ Theobald.

[bac030] _master_] Warburton. _Mistresse_ F1 F2 F3. _mistress_ F4.

[bac032] [Enter Servant.] Ff. om. Pope. Enter Servants. Capell.

[bac034] [Exit...] Exit. Ff. Exit Peter, guarded. Theobald.

[bac037] [Tears the supplications.] Rowe. Teare the supplication. Ff.

[bac039] All.] 1 P. Capell. ¶ [Exeunt.] Exit. Ff.

[bac041] _fashion in_] Rowe (ed. 2). _fashions in_ F1 F2 F3.
_fashion_ of F4.

[bac049] _a tilt_] F3 F4. _a-tilt_ F1 F2.

[bac058] _images_] _image_ S. Walker conj.

[bac059] _of the cardinals_] _of cardinals_ Reed (1803). _now of
cardinals_ Seymour conj.

[bac063] _cause_] _the cause_ Rowe.

[bac066] _haughty_] _haughtie_ F1. _haught_ F2 F3 F4. _proud_ Pope.

[bac075] _through_] _though_ F2.

[bac079] _our_] _her_ Reed (1803).

[bac088] _the lays_] _their lays_ Rowe.

[bac092] _not_] _nor_ F2.

[bac097] _we’ll...last_] _we will weed all the realm_ Collier MS.

[bac098] _helm_] _helme._ Exit. Ff. _realm_ Theobald. ¶ Sound a
Sennet.] F1. om. F2 F3 F4. ¶ Duke Humphrey of Gloucester,] Duke
Humfrey, Ff. ¶ Cardinal Beaufort] Cardinall. Ff. ¶ Somerset] Hanmer.
om. Ff. ¶ the Duchess of Gloucester.] the Duchesse. Ff.

[bac099] SCENE VI. Pope.

[bac102] _denay’d_] F1 F2 F3. _deny’d_ F4.

[bac108] _The_] _A_ Collier MS.

[bac115] _women’s_] _womens_ F1 F2 F3. _womans_ F4. ¶ _his_] this F4.

[bac122] _wreck_] Hanmer. _wrack_ Ff.

[bac129] _treasury_] _treasurie_ F1. _treasure_ F2 F3 F4.

[bac135] [Exit Gloucester]. Exit Humfrey. Ff. ¶ The Queen...] Johnson.
om. Ff.

[bac140] _I’ld_] _I’d_ Pope, from (Qq). _I could_ Ff.

[bac144] _wear_] _weare_ F1. _weares_ F2. _wears_ F3 F4.
¶ _master_] _masters_ Halliwell Conj.

[bac146] _I will_] _I’ll_ Pope.

[bac148] _fume_] _fury_ Grant White (Dyce and S. Walker conj.).
¶ _needs_] F1. _can neede_ F2. _can need_ F3 F4. _now needs_
Keightley conj.

[bac149] _far_] F3 F4. _farre_ F1 F2. _fast_ Pope. ¶ Re-enter G.]
Enter Humfrey. Ff.

[bac150] SCENE VII. Pope.

[bac155] _so deal_] _deal so_ Rowe.

[bac166] _here_] _there_ Collier (Collier MS. and Long MS.).

[bac174] Enter...] Theobald. Enter Armorer and his Man. Ff. Enter
Horner the Armour and his Man Peter. Rowe.

[bac185] _An’t_] Rowe (ed. 2). _And’t_ Ff.

[bac202] _This...judge_] _This do, my lord, if I may be the judge_
Capell. ¶ _my lord_] _my gracious lord_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[bac208] See note (II).

[bac212] _spite of man_] _sight of my master_ Capell. ¶ _man_] F1. _my
man_ F2 F3. _my master_ F4. _this man_ Collier MS. _a man_ Steevens.

[bac216]–bac218: _Away...away._] As in Ff. As three lines in Capell,
ending _day...month...away_.

[bad001] SCENE IV.] Capell. SCENE VIII. Pope. ¶ Gloucester’s
garden.] Capell. The Witch’s cave. Theobald. A room prepared for the
pretended inchantments. Hanmer. See note (III). ¶ Enter...] Enter
Mother Jordan, Hume, Southwell, and Bullingbrook. Rowe. Enter the
Witch, the two Priests, and Bullingbrooke. Ff.

[bad005] _you_] om. Pope.

[bad010] _you_] om. Rowe.

[bad011] Enter...] Enter Duchess above; and presently Hume. Dyce. Enter
Elianor aloft. Ff.

[bad012] _all_] _to all_ F4. ¶ _To_] _Come, to_ Capell.

[bad015] _silent_] _silence_ Collier (Collier MS.), from (Qq).

[bad018] _up_] _ope_ Collier MS.

[bad021]...they do...]...doe... Ff.

[bad022] _Adsum_] _Ad sum_ F1.

[bad023]–bad026: _Asmath...hence_] Arranged as by Capell; as four lines
in Ff, ending _God...at...speake...hence_. ¶ _Asmath_] _Asmuth_ Pope.

[bad025] _answer...ask_] F1. _answer that I aske_ F2 F3 F4. _tell
what I ask_ Pope, ending the lines _name...ask...hence_.

[bad027] _Ask...done!_] As one line in F4; as prose in F1 F2 F3. ¶
_wilt. That......done!_] Rowe. _wilt; that...done._ Ff.

[bad028] ‘_First......become?’_] Rowe; as prose in Ff. ¶ _of him
become_] _become of him_ Capell. ¶ [Reading...] Capell.

[bad030] As the Spirit...] Capell. As the spirit speaks, they write the
answer. Rowe. om. Ff.

[bad031] _What fates await_] Ff. _Tell me what fates await_ Pope. _What
fate awaits_ Capell.

[bad035] _be_] om. F2. ¶ bad035, bad067: _upon the sandy plains_]
_upon sandy plains_ Rowe (ed. 1). _on the sandy plains_ Pope. _on the
plains_ Hanmer. _on sand_ Capell.

[bad036], 68: _castles mounted stand_] _a castle mounted stands_ Hanmer.

[bad039] _False_] _Foul_ Collier MS. ¶ Exit Spirit.] Ff. Spirit
descends. Rowe.

[bad042] _commonweal_] _realm_ Pope.

[bad043] _deeply_] _deep_ Rowe.

[bad047] _threatest Where’s_] F1 F2. _threaten’st where’s_ F3 F4.
_threat’st where is_ Pope.

[bad048] [Showing her the Papers. Capell.

[bad050] _asunder_] _apart_ Pope.

[bad051] Exeunt...] Dyce. Exit Duchess from above. Malone. Exeunt some
to the Dut. Capell. om. Ff.

[bad052] _all forthcoming_] _forth-coming all_ Rowe. _are all
forth-coming_ Collier MS.

[bad053] _All, away!_] Knight. _All away._ Ff. _Away._ Rowe. om. Pope.
_All.--Away!_ Malone. ¶ Exeunt...] Rowe. Exit. Ff.

[bad054]–bad071: _Lord...understood._] Put in the margin by Pope,
following (Qq).

[bad055] _chosen_] _chose_ Pope.

[bad061] _te, Æacida,_] Warburton. _te Æacida_ Theobald. _Æacida_ F1
F2. _Æacide_ F3 F4. _te Æacidem_ Rowe.

[bad065] _betide_] _befal_ Capell.

[bad069] _Come, come_] _Come, come away_ Capell, reading lines 69–71
as two lines of verse, the first ending _oracles_. ¶ _Come,...lords;_]
Transfer to end line 71. Anon. conj.

[bad070] _hardly_] _hardily_ Theobald.

[bad074] _Thither...them_] As in Pope; as two lines in Ff. ¶ _go_]
Rowe. _goes_ Ff. ¶ _them_] _’em_ S. Walker conj.

[bad078] _At...lord._] _My lord, at your good pleasure._ Hanmer. ¶
_ho!_] om. Hanmer.

[bba001] ACT II. SCENE I.] Pope. om. Ff. ¶ Saint Alban’s] Pope.
¶ Gloucester,] Protector, Ff.

[bba009] _an it_] Pope. _and it_ Ff.

[bba015] _he would_] Ff (reading as prose). _he’d_ Pope.

[bba020] _Beat_] _Bent_ Pope.

[bba023] _What...peremptory_] As one line in Pope. As two lines in Ff,
the first ending _cardinal_. As prose in Theobald. ¶ _peremptory_] _so
peremptory_ Rowe.

[bba024] _Tantæne...iræ?_] Omitted by Pope. ¶ 24, 25:
_Tantæne...malice_] As in Theobald: the first line ends..._hot?_ in Ff.

[bba025], bba026: _Churchmen......do it?_] _A churchman, and so hot?
good uncle, hide Such malice with such holiness. Can you do it?_ Becket
conj.

[bba026] _With...it?_] Omitted by Pope. _With such holiness can you
not do it?_ Warburton conj. _A churchman, with such holiness can you
do it?_ Johnson conj. _What? with...can you not do it?_ Heath conj.
_With such holiness, Can you not do it?_ Capell, ending the lines
_hot?...holiness...it?_ _And with such holiness you well can do it._
Collier, ed. 2 (Collier MS.). _With such holiness can you do it._
Collier (ed. 1). _With such holiness you can do it._ Singer conj.
_With...can you dote?_ Staunton, Malone conj. from (Q2).

[bba029] _you_] _yourself_ Pope.

[bba030] _An’t_] Ff. ¶ _lord-protectorship_] Capell. _Lord
Protectorship_ F4. _Lords Protectorship_ F1 F2 F3.

[bba033], 34: _good queen......peers_] Arranged as in Ff; as one line
by Malone.

[bba034] _furious_] F1. _too-too furious_ F2. _too-too-furious_ F3
F4.

[bba038]–bba053: The ‘Asides’ first indicated by Rowe.

[bba040] _the_] _that_ Rowe.

[bba042], 43: _Ay...grove_] Arranged as by Theobald; as three lines in
Ff, ending _peepe...evening...grove_. ¶ bba042: _an if_] Capell. _And
if_ Ff.

[bba046] _We had had_] _We’d had had_ Steevens (1778). _We’d have had_
Mason conj. ¶ _Come...sword_] As one line in Ff.

[bba047]–bba049: _True...you_] Given to ‘Glost.’ in Ff; corrected by
Theobald.

[bba048] _ye_] _you_ Theobald. ¶ _advised_] _avis’d_ Capell. ¶ _of_]
om. Pope.

[bba051] _Now...this_] One line in Pope; two lines, the first ending
_priest_, in Ff.

[bba053] _Medice, teipsum_--] Edd. _Medice teipsum_, Ff. _Medice
cura teipsum._ Rowe. Omitted by Pope.] ¶ bba053, bba054:
_Medice...yourself_] As prose in Ff.

[bba055] _The...lords_] As two lines in Ff. ¶ Enter...] Enter one of
the Town, crying out a miracle! Capell. Enter one crying a Miracle. Ff.

[bba059] SCENE II. Pope.

[bba061], bba063: Towns.] One. Ff.

[bba062] _him_] om. Seymour conj.

[bba067] Enter...] Rowe. Enter the Maior of Saint Albones, and his
Brethren, bearing the man betweene two in a Chayre. Ff.

[bba068] _comes_] Ff. _come_ Rowe. _are_ Capell.

[bba069] _To present...man_] _Before your highness to present the man_
Pope. _Come to present...man_ Capell.

[bba071] _Although_] _Though_ Pope. ¶ _his sight_] _sight_ Lloyd conj.

[bba077], bba080, bba083: _an’t_] Hanmer. _and’t_ Ff.

[bba081] _Hadst...told_] One line in Capell; as prose in Ff.

[bba083] _Berwick_] Rowe. _Barwick_] F1 F3 F4. _Barwicke_ F2.

[bba084] _Poor...thee_] As two lines in Ff. See note (IV).

[bba085] _nor_] _or_ F3.

[bba091] _Simpcox_] Pope, ed. 2 (Theobald). _Symon_ F1 F2. _Simon_
F3 F4. _Saunder_ Capell.

[bba092] _help_] _heal_ S. Walker conj.

[bba093] _time_] _a time_ F3 F4.

[bba096] _off of_] F1 F2. _off_ F3 F4.

[bba099] _that in all_] _that in_ Rowe (ed. 1). _once in all_ Pope.

[bba102] _master_] _Sir_ Pope.

[bba105] _Let me_] _Let’s_ Pope.

[bba107] _master_] om. Hanmer.

[bba108] _Alban_] F3 F4. _Albon_ F2. _Albones_ F1.

[bba114] _did he_] _he did_ F3 F4.

[bba124] _an if_] Pope. _and if_ Ff.

[bba125]–bba132: _Then...again_] As prose in (Qq) and Knight (Boswell
conj.). See note (V). ¶ bba125: _Then_] om. Pope.

[bba127] _all_] om. Steevens. ¶ _name_] _know_ F4.

[bba129] _it is_] _’s_ Steevens.

[bba130] _and_] om. Hanmer.

[bba131] _his_] (Qq) Capell. _it_, Ff. _that_ Rowe.

[bba132] _again_] om. Pope.

[bba136] _my lord, if it_] _my good lord, if’t_ Capell.

[bba138] Exit...] Capell. Exit a Messenger. Theobald. Exit. Ff.

[bba139] _Now_] _New_ F2. ¶ _by and by_] om. Pope.

[bba150] _bearest_] Ff. _bear’st_ Pope.

[bba152] _this_] _his_ Anon. conj.

[bba153] _Alas_] _Alas, alas_ Keightley conj.

[bba154], bba155: As prose in Pope; two lines, the first ending
_towne_, in Ff.

[bba155] _come...from whence_] _do come...whence_ Capell. ¶
Exeunt......] Capell. Exit Beadle with the Woman. Theobald. Exit
Beadle. Rowe. Exit. Ff.

[bba156] _has_] _hath_ Hanmer.

[bba159] _You...fly_] _You, in a day, my lord, made whole towns fly_
Capell.

[bba160] SCENE III. Pope.

[bba173]–bba176: [Aside...] Rowe.

[bba179] _vanquish’d_] _languish’d_ S. Walker conj.

[bba182] _thereby_] om. Pope.

[bba186] _commonweal_] _commonwealth_ Rowe (ed. 1).

[bba199], bba200: _scales...stands...prevails._]
_scale...stand...prevail!_ Johnson conj.

[bba200] Flourish.] F1. om. F2 F3 F4. ¶ SCENE II.] Capell.
SCENE IV. Pope. om. Ff. ¶ London...garden.] Capell. The Duke of
York’s Palace. Pope.

[bbb006] _at full_] _thus at full_ Pope. _at the full_ Capell.

[bbb007] _and if_] _an if_ S. Walker conj.

[bbb015] _Edmund_] _Edmond_ F1. _Edward_ F2 F3 F4.

[bbb016] _was Thomas of_] F1 F2. _Thomas of_ F3 F4. _Thomas_ Rowe
(ed. 2). _was Thomas_ Pope.

[bbb020] _as_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[bbb026] _all you_] _you both_ (Qq) Capell.

[bbb027] _Richard......traitorously_] F1. _King
Richard...traiterously_ F2 F3 F4. _King Richard trait’rously was
murther’d_ Pope.

[bbb028] _told the truth_] _told the very truth_ Hanmer. _surely told
the truth_ Capell. _told the truth in this_ Keightley conj.

[bbb034], bbb035: As in Pope; as three lines in Ff.

[bbb035] _Philippe_] Hanmer. _Phillip_ F1. _Philip_ F2 F3 F4.

[bbb043]–bbb050: _His eldest...Clarence_] See note (VI).

[bbb051] _elder_] _eldest_ F4.

[bbb053] _proceeding is_] F2 F3 F4. _proceedings is_ F1.
_proceedings are_ Malone.

[bbb055] _York claims_] _York here claims_ Pope. _but York claims_
Capell.

[bbb056] _fails, his_] _fail, he_ F4. _fail, his_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[bbb057] _flourishes_] _flourisheth_ F4.

[bbb064], bbb065: As in Pope. As three lines, ending
_lords:...crown’d...stayn’d_, in Ff.

[bbb077] _My lord,...full_] As prose in Ff. _My Lord, here...full_.
Rowe (reading as prose). _My lord, here break we off; we know your
mind._ Pope. _My lord, break off; we know your mind at full._ Capell.

[bbc001] SCENE III.] Capell. SCENE V. Pope. ¶ A hall...]
Capell. A house near Smithfield. Theobald. A room of State. Hanmer. ¶
Enter...] Substantially as Theobald and Capell. Sound Trumpets. Enter
the King and State, with Guard, to banish the Duchesse. Ff. ¶ bbc001:
_Gloucester’s wife:_] As a separate line in Ff.

[bbc003] _sins_] Theobald. _sinne_ F1 F2. _sin_ F3 F4. ¶ bbc003,
bbc004: _sins...are_] _sin...is_ Collier MS.

[bbc014] _banishment_] _exile_ Pope. ¶ _welcome were_] _welcomer_ Anon.
conj.

[bbc016] _the law_] _law_ Pope. ¶ Exeunt...guarded.] Theobald. om. Ff.

[bbc020] _I beseech_] _’Beseech_ Hanmer.

[bbc021] _ease_] F1 F4. _cease_ F2 F3.

[bbc022]–bbc025: As in Pope. As five lines, ending
_Gloster,...Staffe,...be,...guide,...feete:_, in Ff.

[bbc029] _be to be...child_] _be protected like a child by peers_
Collier (Collier MS.).

[bbc030] _God......England’s realm._] Omitted by Capell. ¶ _England’s
realm] England_ Anon. conj. ¶ _realm_] _Realme_: F1 F2. _Realm_: F3
F4. _helm._ Steevens (Johnson conj.). _helm!_--Dyce and Staunton.

[bbc031] _the_] _to th’_ Hanmer. ¶ _his realm_] _his helm_ Keightley
conj.

[bbc032] _staff:_] _staff; To think I fain would keep it makes me
laugh._ Collier (Collier MS.).

[bbc035] _willingly_] _willing_ Pope.

[bbc042], bbc043: _off. This...raught,_] F1. _off This...raught,_ F2.
_off, This...raught_, F3 F4. off, _This...raught:--_ Capell. _off,
This...wrench’d:--_ Capell conj.

[bbc044] _it best_] F1 F2. _best it_ F3 F4.

[bbc046] _her_] _your_ Jackson conj. ¶ _youngest_] F1 F2. _younger_
F3 F4. _strongest_ Singer (Anon. conj. MS.). ¶ _proudest_ Collier
(Collier MS.). _haughtiest_ Staunton conj. _longest_ Anon. conj.

[bbc050] _the lists_] _lists_ Collier MS.

[bbc054] _O’_] Capell. _A_ Ff. _A’_ Theobald.

[bbc055] _defend_] _guard_ Pope.

[bbc058] _this_] _the_ Rowe (ed. 2). ¶ Horner] om. Ff. ¶ Peter] om. Ff.

[bbc059] SCENE VI. Pope.

[bbc071] _credit_] F1 F2. _the credit_ F3 F4.

[bbc074] _an if_] Capell. _and if_ F1 F2 F3. _if_ F4.

[bbc078] _fence_] F1 F2. _to fence_ F3 F4.

[bbc079] _drinking_] _drinking both_ Collier (Collier MS.), reading as
verse.

[bbc087] _I will_] _will_ Malone.

[bbc089] _blow!_] _blow, as Bevis of Southampton fell upon Ascapart._
Warburton, from (Qq).

[bbc091] _Sound, trumpets_] Collier. _Sound trumpets_ Ff. ¶ _alarum_]
_’larum_ Capell. ¶ [Alarum.] Capell. om. Ff.

[bbc092] [Dies.] Theobald. om. Ff.

[bbc095] _enemy_] _enemies_ F1.

[bbc096] _right_] _the right_ Hanmer.

[bbc097] _Go, take hence_] _Go, and take hence_ Hanmer. _Go, take away_
Capell.

[bbc101] _to have murder’d_] _to murder_ Pope.

[bbc102] [Sound a flourish.] F1. Omitted in F2 F3 F4. ¶ SCENE IV.]
Capell. SCENE VII. Pope. ¶ A street.] Theobald. ¶ Serving-men,] men, Ff.

[bbd003] _Barren...wrathful nipping_] _The barren...nipping_ Pope.
_Bare...wrathful nipping_ Capell. _The barren...wrathful_ Mitford conj.
¶ _wrathful nipping_] _wrathful-nipping_ S. Walker conj.

[bbd004] _abound_] _go round_ Capell (Theobald conj.).

[bbd005] _Ten_] _Tis ten o’clock_ Steevens conj.

[bbd011] _face,_] _face_ Collier.

[bbd012] _laughing_] F1. _still laughing_ F2 F3 F4. _and laughing_
Lettsom conj.

[bbd016] _to see_] F1 F3 F4. _so see_ F2. ¶ Sir John Stanley]
Theobald. om. Ff. Capell partly adopts the stage direction of (Qq).

[bbd025] _thine_] _their_ F4. _our_ Rowe.

[bbd033] _deep-fet_] _deep-fetch’d_ Pope.

[bbd039] _them...enjoy_] Rowe. _them...enjoyes_ Ff. _him...enjoys_
Anon. conj.

[bbd045] _As_] _That_ Pope.

[bbd054] _betray_] _bewray_ Long MS.

[bbd069] _These few days’ wonder_] _This few-days-wonder_ Hanmer.

[bbd070], bbd071: _I...month_] as in Ff. As prose in Pope.

[bbd073] [Exit Herald.] Theobald. om. Ff.

[bbd075] _exceed_] _pass_ Capell conj.

[bbd076] _An’t_] Hanmer. _And’t_ Ff. ¶ _your_] _you_ F2.

[bbd079] _here_] _hence_ Heath conj. _there_ S. Walker conj.

[bbd083], bbd084: As in Pope. The lines end _her...farewell_ in Ff.

[bbd086] [Exeunt...] Exeunt G. and Servants. Capell. Exit Gloster. Ff.

[bbd087] _gone too?_] F2 F3 F4. _gone to?_ F1. _gone so?_ Collier
(Collier MS.).

[bbd089] _afear’d_] _afraid_ Pope.

[bbd098] _Like to_] _No; like_ Rowe.

[bbd105] _Madam,...sheet_] One line in Pope; two, the first ending
_done_, in Ff.

[bbd106] _our_] _your_ S. Walker conj.

[bca001] ACT III. SCENE I.] Pope. om. Ff. ¶ The Abbey...] At
Bury. Theobald. St Edmund’s Bury. Hanmer. Bury. A Room in the Abbey.
Capell. ¶ Cardinal Beaufort,] Cardinall, Ff. See note (VII).

[bca004] _will ye_] _will you_ Theobald.

[bca008] _How praud, how peremptory_] _How peremptory_ Pope. _How
proud, peremptory_ Steevens. ¶ _himself?_] Johnson. _himselfe._ F1 F2
F3. _himselfe_ F4. _himself!_ Rowe.

[bca010] _And if_] _An if_ Delius conj.

[bca028] _commons’_] _common_ Pope (ed. 2).

[bca035] _Made_] _Makes_ Hanmer.

[bca039] _lord_] _lords_ Pope.

[bca040] _allegation_] _allegations_ Collier MS.

[bca046] _life, began_] Pope. _life began_ Ff. ¶ _practices_]
_practise_ S. Walker conj.

[bca048] _by reputing_] _by repeating_ Rowe. _the repeating_ Hanmer.

[bca053] _deep_] _deepest_ Capell, from (Qq).

[bca068] _conscience,_] Ff. _conscience?_ Pope.

[bca078] _is...wolf_] Rowe. _is...wolves_ Ff. _are...wolves_ Malone.

[bca084] _your_] _our_ F4.

[bca087] [Aside] Rowe.

[bca088] _hope_] _hop’d_ Rowe (ed. 1).

[bca093] SCENE II. Pope.

[bca098] _Suffolk, thou_] F1. _Suffolk, yet thou_ F2 F3 F4.
_Suffolk’s duke, thou_ Malone, from (Qq). _Suffolk, well, thou_ S.
Walker conj.

[bca104] One line in Pope; two, the first ending _lord_, in Ff.

[bca107] One line in Pope; two in Ff.

[bca109] _Nor ever_] _Nor never_ F4.

[bca115] _mine_] _my_ Rowe.

[bca117] _dispursed_] _disbursed_ F4.

[bca124] _whiles_] Ff. _while_ Johnson. _whilst_ Capell.

[bca133] _easy_] _easily_ Collier (Collier MS.). _very_ S. Walker conj.

[bca134] _mightier_] _weightier_ S. Walker conj.

[bca137] _you_] om. Capell.

[bca140] _suspect_] Capell. _suspence_ Ff. _suspicion_ Rowe. _suspects_
Malone.

[bca163] _endeavour_] _endeavours_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[bca166] _notice_] _note_ Anon. conj.

[bca167] _And...life_] Omitted in Reed (1803, 1813, 1821). ¶ _make_]
_take_ Capell conj.

[bca169] _treasons_] _reasons_ S. Walker conj.

[bca170] _effected_] _affected_ Reed (1803).

[bca172] _his_] _this_ Anon. conj.

[bca174] _traitors’_ Capell. _Traytors_ F1 F2. _Traytor’s_ F3 F4.

[bca184] _play’d_] _play_ Capell.

[bca188] _take_] _takes_ F3.

[bca193] _my_] _may_ F2.

[bca194] [Exit, guarded.] Theobald. Exit Gloster. F1. Exit Glocester.
F2 F3 F4.

[bca195] SCENE III. Pope. ¶ _wisdoms_] _wisdom_ Rowe.

[bca209] _Thou_] _That_ Rowe.

[bca211] _strays_] _strives_ Theobald (Thirlby conj.).

[bca217] _bewails_] _bewail_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[bca218] _dimm’d_] _dimn’d_ Ff. ¶ _eyes_] _eyes,_ Rowe. _eyes;_ Ff.

[bca222] _traitor?_] _traitor,_ Malone. ¶ [Exeunt...] Edd. Exit. Ff.

[bca223] Queen. _Free lords,_] Manent Queen, three lords. Queen. _My
lords,_ Edd. conj. ¶ _Free...beams_] One line in Pope; two, the first
ending _lords_, in Ff. ¶ _Free lords_] _See, lords_ Hanmer. _Fair
lords_ Collier MS.

[bca225] _and_] om. Pope.

[bca228] _in_] _on_ Capell. ¶ _flowering_] _flowry_ Rowe.

[bca232] _mine_] F1 F2. _my_ F3 F4.

[bca241] _And yet_] _As yet_ Collier MS.

[bca245] [Aside. S. Walker conj. ¶ _more_] _most_ Collier MS.

[bca246] _you_] om. Hanmer. ¶ _my lord of_] _lord_ Collier MS.

[bca249] _the_] a Anon. conj. ¶ _chicken_] F1. _chicke_ F2 F3.
_chick_ F3 F4.

[bca260] _Humphrey,_] _Humphry’s_ Hanmer. ¶ _reasons_] _treasons_ Heath
conj.

[bca264] _good deceit_] _good conceit_ Delius conj.

[bca266] _’tis_] om. Hanmer.

[bca280] _spoke_] _spoken_ Hanmer.

[bca282] SCENE IV. Pope.

[bca286] _uncurable_] _incurable_ F3 F4.

[bca288] _quick expedient_] _quick-expedient_ S. Walker conj.

[bca290] _as regent_] F1. _a regent_ F2 F3 F4.

[bca293] _far-fet_] _far-fetch’d_ Pope.

[bca301] _do_] _doth_ Hanmer.

[bca306] _happily_] F1. _haply_ F2 F3 F4.

[bca307] _nought_] Pope. _naught_ Ff.

[bca313] _county_] _country_ F4.

[bca326] _that event._] _this._ Capell conj. _that intent_ Anon. conj.

[bca328] _Bristol_] _Bristow_ Ff.

[bca330] [Exeunt...] Exeunt. Manet Yorke. Ff.

[bca331] SCENE V. Pope.

[bca333], bca334: _art Resign to death_] F4. _art; Resigne to death_
F1 F2 F3.

[bca339] _the_] _a_ Capell.

[bca348] _Whiles_] _Whilest_ F4. _Whilst_ Rowe. ¶ _nourish_] _march_
Collier MS.

[bca354] _mad-bred_] _mad-brain’d_ Rowe.

[bca357] _Ashford,_] _Ashford, with a headlong crew,_ Seymour conj.

[bca362] _fought_] _fight_ Hanmer.

[bca363] _porpentine_] _porcupine_ Rowe.

[bca364], bca365: _seen Him caper......like_] _seen him Caper...like
to_ Capell. _seen him Capering...like_ Anon. conj.

[bca378] _arms_] _aims_ Dyce conj. (withdrawn).

[bca383] _the next_] _then next_ Collier MS.

[bcb001] SCENE II.] Capell. SCENE VI. Pope. ¶ Bury...state.]
Edd. An apartment in the Palace. Theobald. The same. Another Room.
Capell. ¶ Enter...] Capell. Enter two or three running over the Stage,
from the Murther of Duke Humfrey. Ff.

[bcb004], bcb005: _Didst...penitent?_ First Mur. _Here_] First Mur.
_Didst penitent? Here_ Edd. conj.

[bcb005]–bcb007: As two lines, the first ending _you_, in Steevens.
Hanmer ends the first at _dispatch’d_.

[bcb011] _Is_] F1. _are_ F2 F3. _and are_ F4. See note (VIII).

[bcb013] _’Tis_] _Yes_ Rowe.

[bcb014] [Exeunt Murderers.] Theobald. Exeunt. Ff. ¶ Cardinal
Beaufort,] Cardinall, Suffolke, Ff.

[bcb026] _thee, Nell;_] _thee Nell,_ Ff. _thee: Well,_ Theobald. _thee,
Meg;_ Capell. _thee, Margaret;_ Malone. See note (IX). ¶ Re-enter S.]
Enter S. Ff.

[bcb032] [The King swoons.] King sounds. Ff.

[bcb038] _comfort_] _comfore_ F2.

[bcb041] _tune_] _tunne_ F2.

[bcb063] _blood-drinking_] _blood-draining_ Anon. conj.

[bcb069] _fill’d with my_] F1 F2 F3. _fill’d with_ F4. _filled
with_ Rowe.

[bcb070] _ay me, unhappy!_] _ah me unhappy!_ Pope.

[bcb076] _the adder_] _an adder_ Rowe.

[bcb078]–bcb121: _Is all...so long._] Struck out in Collier MS.

[bcb079], bcb100: _Eleanor_] _Elianor_ Ff. _Margaret_ Rowe. See note
(IX).

[bcb080] _statua and worship it_] Dyce. _statue, and worship it_ Ff.
_statue, and do worship to it_ Rowe. _statue then, and worship it_
Capell.

[bcb083] _awkward wind_] _adverse winds_ Pope.

[bcb085] _wind_] F3 F4. _winde_ F1 F2. _winds_ Pope. ¶
bcb085–bcb087: _this, but...shore?_] Capell. _this? but...shore._ Ff.

[bcb087] _no_] _a_ Rowe. _thy_ Pope.

[bcb088]–bcb091: _then, but cursed...rock?_] _then? But curst...Rocke:_
Ff. _then, but curse...rock?_ Hanmer. ¶ bcb088: _gentle_] _ungentle_
Singer (Anon. MS. conj.).

[bcb089] _he_] _him_ Hanmer. ¶ _forth_] F1 F2. _from_ F3 F4.

[bcb093] _But_] _He_ Pope.

[bcb094]–bcb096: _The...unkindness:_] Put in the margin by Pope.] ¶
bcb094: _pretty-vaulting_] Dyce (S. Walker conj.). _pretty vaulting_ Ff.

[bcb097] _The...sands_] _The sinking sands, the splitting rocks cow’r’d
in_ Johnson conj.

[bcb101] _thy_] _the_ Pope.

[bcb105] _earnest-gaping_] _earnest-gazing_ Anon. conj. ¶ _thy_] F1.
_the_ F2 F3 F4.

[bcb116] _witch_] Theobald. _watch_ Ff.

[bcb119] _or thou not_] _art thou not_ Hanmer. _thou_ Steevens conj.

[bcb120] _Ay_] _Aye_ Ff. _Ah_ Rowe. ¶ _Eleanor_] _Elinor_ Ff.
_Margaret_ Rowe. See note (IX).

[bcb121] _dost_] _didst_ Rowe. ¶ Enter...] Commons are seen pressing
towards the Door, with Salisbury keeping them back: Enter Warwick.
Capell. ¶ Salisbury] Theobald. om. Ff.

[bcb124] _Suffolk_] _Suffolke,_ F1. _Suffolkes,_ F2. _Suffolk,_ F3
F4.

[bcb127] _who...his_] _who...their_ Pope. _whom...their_ Hanmer.

[bcb134] _shall I_] _I shall_ Rowe.

[bcb135] [Exit.] Warwick goes in. Theobald. om. Ff.

[bcb142] _drain_] _rain_ Rann (Capell conj.).

[bcb147] _earthy_] F1. _earthly_ F2 F3 F4.

[bcb148] Re-enter...bed.] Edd. Bed put forth. Ff (after line 146).
Warwicke drawes the curtaines and showes Duke Humphrey in his bed.
(Qq). A door is thrown open, and Gloster discover’d dead upon his Bed:
Warwick, and Others by him. Capell.

[bcb152] _For...life in death_] _For...life is death_ F4. _For...death
in life,_ Johnson conj. _And...death in life_ Capell. _And...life in
death_ Rann.

[bcb159] _vow?_] _vow._ F1.

[bcb161] _ghost_] _coarse_ Roderick conj.

[bcb162] _bloodless_] _blood-left_ Hanmer.

[bcb171] _nostrils_] _nostris_ F2.

[bcb174] _Look, on the sheets his_] Edd. _Look on the sheets, his_ Ff.
_Look on the sheets; his_ Pope.

[bcb175] _rugged_] F1. _rugg’d_ F2 F3 F4.

[bcb177] _murderd_] _murdred_ F1 F2 F3. _murdered_ F4.

[bcb179], bcb182: _duke_] F3 F4. D. F1 F2.

[bcb181] _sir_] _sirs_ Rowe.

[bcb182] _were...foes_] F1. _were...death_ F2. _have...death_ F3
F4. See note (X).

[bcb186] _Then_] _Than_ F1.

[bcb195] _your_] Ff. _the_ Rowe.

[bcb202] [Exeunt......others.] Capell. Exit Cardinall (Qq). om. Ff.

[bcb204] _He dares_] _He dare_ F4.

[bcb207] _say_] _say it_ Capell, from (Qq).

[bcb225] _send_] F1 F4. om. F2 F3.

[bcb231] [Exeunt...] Exeunt. Ff.

[bcb232] SCENE VII. Pope.

[bcb236] Re-enter...] Enter... Ff.

[bcb237] _Why...drawn_] One line in Pope: two in Ff.

[bcb241] [to the Commons, entering] Capell. Enter Salisbury. Ff.

[bcb244] _Lord_] _false_ Malone, from (Qq). _done_] _put Rowe_.

[bcb257] _In pain_] _On pain_ Collier (Capell conj.).

[bcb258] _strait_] _strange_ F4.

[bcb262] _harmful_] _harmefull_ F1. _harmelesse_ F2. _harmless_ F3
F4.

[bcb265] _whether_] _where_ F1 F2 F3. _whe’re_ F4. See _King John_,
note (V).

[bcb278] Commons [within]. Within. Ff.

[bcb288] [Exit...] Capell. om. Ff.

[bcb299] [Exeunt...] Exit. Ff.

[bcb300] SCENE VIII. Pope.

[bcb303] _make_] F1. _made_ F2 F3 F4.

[bcb307] _coward woman_] _woman-coward_ Becket conj.

[bcb308] _enemy_] Ff. _enemies_ Capell, from (Qq).

[bcb311] _bitter-searching_] Steevens. _bitter searching_ Ff.

[bcb318] _on end_] (Qq) Pope (ed. 2). _an end_ Ff. ¶ _as one_] _like
one_ Pope.

[bcb322] _daintiest that_] _dantiest meat_ Theobald. _dainties that_
Id. conj. _daintiest thing_ Hanmer, from (Qq).

[bcb325] _smart_] _sharp_ Collier MS.

[bcb327] _concert_] Theobald. _consort_ Ff.

[bcb328] _dark-seated_] F3 F4. _darke seated_ F1 F2.

[bcb331] _overcharged_] _overcharg’d_ F4.

[bcb332] _turn_] Rowe. _turnes_ F1 F2. _turns_ F3 F4.

[bcb342] [Kissing his hand. Johnson.

[bcb344] _upon these_] _on these lips_ Hanmer.

[bcb345] _whom_] _which_ Hanmer.

[bcb347] _whiles_] _whil’st_ F4.

[bcb359] _thence_] F1. _hence_ F2 F3 F4.

[bcb366] _no joy_] _to joy_ Singer (Collier MS.). ¶ _nought_] _ought_
F3 F4.

[bcb367] SCENE IX. Pope. ¶ _Whither_] _Whether_ F1.

[bcb369] _is at point_] F1 F2. _is at the point_ F3 F4. _’s at the
point_ Pope.

[bcb373], bcb374: _Sometime......sometime_] _Sometimes...sometimes_ F4.

[bcb379] [Exit Vaux.] Exit. Ff.

[bcb381] _an hour’s_] _another’s_ Mason conj.

[bcb393] _its_] _it’s_ Ff. his (Qq).

[bcb397] _thou_] om. F3 F4.

[bcb399] _lived_] _liv’d_ F1 F2. _lives_ F3 F4.

[bcb403] _Away!_] In a line by itself, S. Walker conj. ¶ _fretful_]
om. Hanmer. _fearful_ S. Walker conj. (a misprint?) ¶ _corrosive_]
_cor’sive_ Boswell (1821).

[bcb406] _wheresoe’er_] F1. _wheresoever_ F2 F3 F4.

[bcb408] _with thee_] _along with thee_ Hanmer. _with thee along_
Capell.

[bcb409] _cask_] _casket_ Rowe.

[bcb412] [Exeunt severally.] Rowe (ed. 2). Exeunt. Ff.

[bcc001] SCENE III.] Capell. SCENE X. Pope. ¶ A bedchamber.]
The Cardinal’s bedchamber. Theobald. The same. Another Room. Capell.
London. Cardinal Beaufort’s bedchamber. Malone. ¶ bcc001: _sovereign_]
_king_ Collier MS.

[bcc004] _and feel no pain_] _but one whole year_ Theobald conj., from
(Qq).

[bcc009] _bed? where should he_] _bed, where he should_ Delius conj.

[bcc010] _whether_] _where_ Ff.

[bcc021] _busy meddling_] _busy-meddling_ S. Walker conj.

[bcc022] _this wretch’s_] _his wretched_ Capell conj.

[bcc026] _if_] _if’t_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[bcc028] _make_] _give_ Capell conj.

[bda001] ACT IV. SCENE I.] Pope. om. Ff. ¶ The coast of Kent.]
Pope. om. Ff. ¶ Enter......] Enter Lieutenant, Suffolke, and others.
Ff. Firing heard at Sea. After that, a Boat appears; and puts ashore
a Captain, a Master, a Master’s mate... Capell. ¶ Walter Whitmore,]
Whitmore, Rowe. om. Ff. ¶ bda001: Cap.] (Qq) Rowe. Lieu. Ff (and
throughout the scene).

[bda006] _Clip_] Theobald. _Cleape_ F1 F2. _Cleap_ F3 F4. _Clap_]
Pope (ed. 2).

[bda011] _discoloured_] Ff. _discolour’d_ Pope.

[bda014] [pointing to Suffolk. Johnson.

[bda018] Cap.] Whit. Malone conj. _two thousand_] 2000. Ff.

[bda020] _throats_] _throat_ F2. _shall:_] After this Malone supposes
a line has been lost.

[bda021], bda022: _The lives...sum!_] Grant White. _The lives...sum?_
Knight _The lines...summe._ Ff. ¶ _The lives of those...Be
counterpoised...sum!_] _Nor can those lives...Be counterpoised...sum._
Rowe. _The lives of those...Cannot be pois’d...sum._ Capell. _The lives
of those...Cannot be counterpois’d...sum._ Malone. _The lives of those
we have lost in fight cannot Be counterpois’d...sum_ Steevens conj.
_Can lives of those...Be counterpois’d...sum?_ Collier (Collier MS.).
_The lives of those...Can they be counterpois’d...sum?_ Halliwell.

[bda026] [To Suf.] Rowe. om. Ff.

[bda029] _George_] _ring_ Capell conj., from (Qq).

[bda032] _start’st_] F4. _startst_ F3. _starts_ F1 F2. ¶
_affright_] _affright thee_ Delius conj.

[bda039] _Never_] _Ne’er_ Rowe.

[bda043] [is laying Hands on Suffolk, to bear him off. Capell.

[bda046] Whit.] Wal. Ff. Cap. Capell, from (Qq).

[bda048] _Jove...I?_] Pope, from (Qq). Omitted in Ff.

[bda050] Suf. _Obscure......blood_] Pope, from (Qq). Continued to Lieu.
in Ff. ¶ _lowly_] Pope, from (Qq). _lowsie_ Ff.

[bda051] _The honourable_] Pope. Suf. _The honourable_ Ff.

[bda052] _jaded_] _jady_ Capell, from (Qq). _jadis_ Rann conj.

[bda054] _Bare-headed_] _And bare-head_ Capell, from (Qq).

[bda063] _mine_] F1. _thine_ F2 F3 F4.

[bda065] _forlorn swain_] _foul-tongued slave_ Collier MS. ¶ _swain?_]
_swain._ F1.

[bda069] _thy_] _thine_ Capell, from (Qq).

[bda070] Cap. _Yes, Pole._ Suf. _Pole!_] Added by Capell from (Qq).
¶ _Pool! Sir Pool! lord!_] _Poole, Sir Poole? Lord_ Ff. _Poole? Sir
Poole? Lord Poole?_ Johnson conj. _Pole, ay Pole;_ Capell.

[bda071] _Ay_] I Ff. _Nay_ Capell.

[bda074] _swallowing_] _swallowing up_ F3 F4.

[bda077] _shalt_] F2 F3 F4. _shall_ F1.

[bda082] _neither_] _nor_ Rowe.

[bda084] _overgorged_] _ouergorg’d_ F1. _over-gor’d_ F2 F3 F4.

[bda085] _mother’s bleeding_] Rowe. _mother-bleeding_ Ff.

[bda093] _are_] Rowe. _and_ Ff.

[bda096] _proud encroaching_] _proud-encroaching_ S. Walker conj.

[bda098] _our_] _a_ Rowe (ed. 2). _an_ Keightley conj.

[bda102] _Is_] _Are_ Hanmer.

[bda107] _threatens_] _threats_ F2.

[bda108] _Bargulus_] _Bardylis_ Hanmer.

[bda110] _should_] _shald_ F2.

[bda115] Cap. _Walter_,--Whit. _Come_] Rowe (ed. 2). Lieu. _Water: W.
Come_ Ff, printing as prose.

[bda117] _Gelidus_] F2 F3 F4. _Pine gelidus_ F1. _Panæ gelidus_
Theobald. _Pene gelidus_ Malone. _Pone gelidus_ Mitford conj. ¶ _it
is_] _it’s_ Pope.

[bda118], bda142: Whit.] Wal. Ff.

[bda128] _the_] _this_ S. Walker conj.

[bda129] _True_] _Know true_ Hanmer. _No, true_ or _All true_ Anon.
conj. ¶ _True......fear_] _Exempt from fear is true nobility_ Lloyd
conj.

[bda132] _Come...can_] Given to Suf. by Hanmer. Continued to Lieu. in
Ff. ¶ _ye_] _you_ Hanmer.

[bda135] _banditto_] Johnson. _bandetto_ Ff.

[bda136] _bastard_] _dastard_ Theobald.

[bda137] _Stabb’d...islanders_] Omitted by Rowe (ed. 2) and Pope (ed.
1).

[bda138] [Exeunt...] Exit Walter with Suffolke. F1 F2 (Water F1).
Exit Walter with Suffolk. F3 F4.

[bda141] [Exeunt...body.] Exit Lieutenant, and the rest. Manet the
first Gent. Enter Walter with the body. Ff.

[bda142] _lifeless_] Capell. _livelesse_ F1 F2. _liveless_ F3 F4.

[bda143] [Exit.] Exit Walter. Ff.

[bda147] [Exit...] Capell. om. Ff.

[bdb001] SCENE II.] Pope. om. Ff. ¶ Blackheath.] Capell. Southwark.
Pope. om. Ff. ¶...George Bevis......] Capell. ...Bevis... Ff. ¶ bdb001,
bdb004, &c.: Bevis.] Ff. Geo. Capell.

[bdb003], bdb007, &c.: Holl.] Ff. Joh. Capell.

[bdb007] _for_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[bdb008] _merry_] _a merry_ F4.

[bdb015] _to say as,_] _to say, as_ F1 F2. _as to say_ F3 F4.

[bdb026] _Smith_] _Will_ Capell, from (Qq).

[bdb028] Drum. Enter...] Ff.

[bdb030]–bdb032: _father,--...inspired_] _father, for our enemies shall
fall before us;--_ Dick. _Or rather......herrings._ Cade. _Inspired_
Tyrwhitt conj.

[bdb031], &c.: Dick.] Rowe. But. Ff (and passim). ¶ The ‘Asides’ were
first marked by Capell.

[bdb032] _For_] _Or for_ S. Walker conj. ¶ bdb032, bdb033:
_For...princes_] Transferred by Capell to the end of Holland’s speech,
line 28. ¶ bdb032: _fall_] F4. _faile_ F1 F2. _fail_ F3.

[bdb033] _princes,--Command_] Malone. _princes. Command_ Ff.

[bdb044] &c. Smith.] Steevens. Weaver. Ff. Wil. Capell.

[bdb057] [Exit. Malone conj.

[bdb066] _will be,--_] Rowe. _will be_ Ff.

[bdb069] _on_] _upon_ F4.

[bdb075], bdb076: _parchment?...man?_] _parchment;...man?_ Pope.
_parchment...man._ Ff.

[bdb077] _the bee’s_] _the bees_ F1 F2. _bees_ F3 F4.

[bdb078] _mine_] F1. _my_ F2 F3 F4. ¶ _who’s_] _whose_ F1. _who
is_ Rowe (ed. 2). ¶ Enter some...] Capell. Enter a Clearke. Ff.
Re-enter Smith... Malone conj. ¶ _Chatham_] Rowe (ed. 2). _Chartam_
F1. _Chattam_ F2 F3 F4.

[bdb079] _of_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[bdb084] _Has_] Dyce. _Ha’s_ Ff. _H’as_ Rowe (ed. 2). _He ’as_ Pope.

[bdb085] _he is_] _he’s_ Pope.

[bdb096] _an honest_] F2 F3 F4. _a honest_ F1.

[bdb100] _he’s_] F1. _he is_ F2 F3 F4.

[bdb103] [Exit one......] Ff. Exeunt some... Capell. ¶ Enter...] Ff.
Enter Michael, hastily. Capell.

[bdb104] _Where’s_] F1 F2. _Where is_ F3 F4.

[bdb112], bdb113: _I will...presently_] _I’ll...here presently_
Keightley conj.

[bdb113] [Kneels] Collier (ed. 1). om. Ff. ¶ [Rises] Dyce (Collier MS.).

[bdb114] _him!_] _him. Is there any more of them that be knights?_
Mich. _Ay, his brother._ Cade. _Then kneel down, Dick Butcher. Rise
up, Sir Dick Butcher. Now sound up the drum._ Theobald, from (Qq).
¶ Enter...] Ff. ¶ his Brother,] young Stafford, Rowe. William his
brother, Malone.

[bdb115] SCENE III. Pope.

[bdb118] _revolt_] _repent_ Anon. conj.

[bdb119], &c.: Bro.] Ff. Y. Staf. Rowe. W. Staf. Malone.

[bdb121] _not_] _them_ Hanmer.

[bdb129] _Marry, this: Edmund_] _Marry, this.--Edmund_ Theobald.
_Marry, this Edmund_ Ff.

[bdb130] _Clarence’_] _Clarence_ F1 F2 F3. _Clarence’s_ F4.

[bdb146] _ye_] F1. _you_ F2 F3 F4.

[bdb148] [Aside] Capell. om. Ff.

[bdb156] _mained_] _main’d_ Ff. _maim’d_ (Qq) Rowe.

[bdb157] _that that_] F1 F2. _that_ F3 F4.

[bdb164] _an enemy_] _the enemy_ Rowe.

[bdb174] _And_] _All_ Collier MS. ¶ [Exeunt...] Exeunt the two
Staffords, with the Train. Theobald. Exit. Ff.

[bdb177] _We will_] _We’ll_ F4.

[bdb178] _shoon_] F3. _shooen_ F1 F2. _shoons_ F4.

[bdb181] _are_] _are are_ F2. ¶ _toward_] F1 F2. _towards_ F3 F4.

[bdb183] _forward._] _forward, lads!_ Capell conj., reading 182, 183 as
two lines of verse, the first ending _we are_. ¶ [Exeunt.] Exeunt Cade
and his Party. Theobald. om. Ff.

[bdc001] SCENE III.] Capell. ¶ Another part of Blackheath.]
The same. Another part of it. Capell. om. Ff. ¶ Alarums...] Ff. ¶
Enter......] Ff. Re-enter...... Theobald.

[bdc005] _will I_] F1. _wil I_ F2. _I will_ F3 F4.

[bdc006] _again_] om. Warburton.

[bdc007] _hundred lacking one_] _hundred lacking one, a week_ Malone,
from (Qq). _hundred years lacking one_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[bdc010], bdc011: [putting on...brigandine] Edd., from Holinshed.
taking off Stafford’s Armour. Capell. om. Ff.

[bdc012] _horse_] F1 F2. _horses_ F3 F4. _horse’s_ Rowe. _horse’_
Dyce (S. Walker conj.).

[bdc014] _thrive and do good,_] _thrive, do good;_ Johnson conj.
_thrive and do well_ Delius conj.

[bdc015] _gaols_] _gaoles_ F1 F2. _goals_ F3 F4.

[bdd001] SCENE IV.] Pope. om. Ff. ¶ London. The palace.] London. A
Room in the Palace. Capell. Blackheath. Pope. om. Ff. ¶ Enter...] Ff.
¶ and the Queen...head] at a Distance Queen Margaret mourning over a
Head. Capell.

[bdd012] _shall_] _should_ Rowe.

[bdd022] _Still lamenting_] _Lamenting still_ Pope. ¶ _for_] om. Pope.

[bdd023] _fear me, love,_] _fear me (Love)_ Ff. _fear, my love,_
Capell, from (Qq).

[bdd024] _wouldest not_] Theobald. _would’st not_ F1. _would’st not
halfe_ F2 F3 F4 (_half_ F3 F4).

[bdd025] _No, my_] _My_ Pope. _No_ Capell.

[bdd029] _Clarence’_] _Clarence_ F1 F2 F3. _Clarence’s_ F4.

[bdd039], bdd044: _Killingworth_] _Kenelworth_ Capell.

[bdd042] _would_] F1. _should_ F2 F3 F4.

[bdd043] _traitors hate_] F2 F3 F4. _traitors hateth_ F1. _traitor
rebel hateth_ Capell. _traitor hateth_ Steevens. ¶ _thee_] _thee
specially_ Anon. conj.

[bdd048] _may_] _can_ Capell conj.

[bdd049], bdd050: Malone ends the lines at _citizens...houses_. ¶
bdd049: _London bridge_] _London-bridge, my lord_ Capell.

[bdd050] _fly_] _flye_ F1. _flye him_ F2 F3 F4 (_fly_ F4). ¶
_houses_] _houses as he comes_ Keightley, reading _Fly...comes_ as one
line.

[bdd057] _the_] F1. _to_ F2 F3 F4.

[bdd058] _be_] om. F1.

[bde001] SCENE V.] Pope. ¶ London. The Tower.] London. Pope. The
same. The Tower. Capell. ¶ Enter...enter...] F4. Enter...enters... F1
F2 F3.

[bde002] First Cit.] 1 Cit. Ff. ¶ _likely_] _like_ F4. ¶
bde002–bde005: _No......rebels_] As prose by Pope. As five lines in Ff.

[bde009] _to...and gather_] F1. _into...and gather_ F2 F3 F4.
_into...gather_ Pope.

[bde010] _I will_] _will I_ F3 F4. ¶ _Goffe_] F1 F2 F3. _Goff_
F4. _Gough_ Capell.

[bde012] _for......again_] _rebellion never thrives_ Collier (Collier
MS.).

[bdf001] SCENE VI.] Capell. om. Ff. Pope continues the scene. ¶
London. Cannon Street.] Cannon-Street. Theobald. ¶ Enter...] Ff. ¶
staff] sword Capell, from (Qq). ¶ bdf001–bdf006: _Now...Mortimer._] As
prose by Pope. As seven lines in Ff.

[bdf004] _this_] F1. _the_ F2 F3 F4.

[bdf009] _ye_] _you_ Rowe.

[bdf013]–bdf015: _Come...away._] As prose by Pope. As four lines in Ff.

[bdf015] [Exeunt.] Exeunt omnes. Ff.

[bdg001] SCENE VII.] Capell. om. Ff. Pope continues the scene. ¶
London. Smithfield.] Smithfield. Theobald.

[bdg002] _court_] _courts_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[bdg007], bdg014: Holl.] John. Ff. ¶ bdg007, bdg009, bdg014: ‘Aside’
marked first by Capell.

[bdg010] _eating_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[bdg014] _we are_] _are we_ S. Walker conj.

[bdg017] SCENE VI. Pope. SCENE VIII. Hanmer.

[bdg018] _towns_] _town_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[bdg019] Enter George Bevis...] Steevens. Enter George... Ff.

[bdg022] _point-blank_] _point-black_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[bdg023] _giving_] _the giving_ Capell conj.

[bdg024] _Mounsieur_] _Monsieur_ F4.

[bdg025] _these presence_] _these presents_ F4.

[bdg035] _peace_] _the peace_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[bdg037] _they_] _thy_ F2.

[bdg040] _in_] F1. _on_ F2 F3 F4.

[bdg048] _What_] _Well, what_ Hanmer. ¶ _Kent?_] F3 F4. _Kent._ F1
F2.

[bdg049] _’tis_] om. Hanmer.

[bdg051] _where_] F3 F4. _wher’e_ F1 F2.

[bdg054] _because full_] _beauteous, full_ Hanmer.

[bdg055] _wealthy_] _worthy_ Hanmer.

[bdg056] _you are_] F1. _thou art_ F2 F3 F4.

[bdg058] _Yet_] _Yea_ Malone conj.

[bdg061], bdg062: _hands, But to...you?_] Rann (Johnson conj.). _hands?
Kent to...you_, Ff. _hands, Bent to...you?_ Steevens conj. _hands?
’Cept to...you?_ Mason conj. _hands, Kent to...you?_ Malone. _hands,
Kent?--To...you_, Jackson conj. _hands, Kent, to...you?_ Collier.

[bdg064] _book_] _books_Anon. conj.

[bdg068] _You_] _Ye_ F4.

[bdg070] _behoof_,--] Capell. _behoof._ Ff.

[bdg071] _Tut_] _Tut, tut_ Hanmer. _struck’st_] _struckest_ Dyce.

[bdg073] _never_] _neve_ F2.

[bdg075] _pale for_] F1. _pale with_ F2 F3 F4.

[bdg080] _caudle_] F4. _candle_ F1 F2 F3. ¶ bdg080, bdg081: _the
help of hatchet_] F1. _the help of a hatchet_ F2 F3 F4. _pap with a
hatchet_ Farmer conj. _the pap of a hatchet_ Steevens.

[bdg083] _the palsy_] _It is the palsy_ Anon. conj. from (Qq). ¶
_provokes_] _provoketh_ Hanmer.

[bdg095]–bdg097: _I feel...life_] Marked as ‘Aside’ first by Capell.

[bdg096] _an_] Pope. _and_ Ff.

[bdg098] _speaks_] _speake_ F2. ¶ _not_] _not_, Capell. ¶ _o’_]
Theobald. _a_ Ff.

[bdg100] _James_] _William_ Ritson conj.

[bdg107] [Exeunt...] Hanmer. om. Ff.

[bdg108] _in the_] F1 F2. _of the_ F3 F4.

[bdg110] _to me_] F1 F2. _me_ F3 F4.

[bdg117] Re-enter...] Enter... Ff. Re-enter Rebels, with the Heads.
Capell.

[bdg118]–bdg124. _But...Away!_] As prose by Theobald. As nine lines in
Ff. ¶ bdg118: _braver_] _brave_ F4.

[bdg119] _alive_] _alive_ [jowl them together. Collier MS.

[bdg124] [Exeunt.] Rowe. Exit. Ff.

[bdh001] SCENE VIII.] Capell. SCENE VII. Pope. SCENE IX.
Hanmer. ¶ Southwark.] Theobald. ¶ Enter...] Enter againe... Ff. ¶
bdh001: _Magnus’_] Warburton. _Magnus_ Theobald. _Magnes_ Ff.

[bdh002], bdh003. [Sound a parley.] Parley sounded; afterwards, a
Retreat. Capell.

[bdh003], bdh004: _What...kill?_] As prose first by Hanmer. As three
lines, ending _heare?...parley...kill?_ in Ff.

[bdh004] attended] Theobald. om. Ff.

[bdh005] _Ay, here_] Rowe. _I heere_ F1 F2. _I here_ F3 F4.

[bdh010] _relent_] _repent_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[bdh012] _rebel_] Singer (Collier MS. and Anon. MS.), _rabble_ Ff.

[bdh020] _him_] _’em_ Theobald. _them_ Hanmer.

[bdh023] _White Hart_] _White-hart_ F4. _White-heart_ F1.
_white-heart_ F2 F3.

[bdh024] _ye_] _you_ Rowe (ed. 2). ¶ _out_] _over_ S. Walker conj.

[bdh031] As two lines in Ff.

[bdh044] _Villiago_] Ff. _Villageois_ Theobald. _Viliaco_ Dyce and
Staunton (Capell conj.).

[bdh049] _money_] _mercy_ Warburton.

[bdh053]–bdh057: _Was ever......staying._] Marked ‘Aside’ by Dyce and
Staunton.

[bdh058] _middest_] _midst_ F4.

[bdh061] _makes_] F1. _make_ F2 F3 F4.

[bdh066] Exeunt.] Exeunt omnes. Ff.

[bdi001] SCENE IX.] Capell. SCENE VIII. Pope. SCENE X.
Hanmer. ¶ Kenilworth Castle.] The Palace at Killingworth. Theobald. ¶
terrace.] Tarras. Ff.

[bdi006] old Clifford.] Capell. Clifford. Ff.

[bdi009] below, multitudes,] Multitudes Ff. below, the Soldiers of
Cade’s army, Capell.

[bdi010] _He is_] _He’s_ Pope.

[bdi018] _infortunate_] F1 F2. _unfortunate_ F3 F4.

[bdi021] _countries_] _counties_ Delius conj.

[bdi022] [Exeunt. Hanmer.

[bdi025] _a mighty_] F1 F2. _mighty_ F3 F4. _united_ Collier MS.

[bdi026] _Of_] _Of desp’rate_ Hanmer. _Of nimble_ Capell. ¶ _stout_]
_stout Irish_ Collier (Mitford conj.). ¶ _kernes_] _kernes, he_
Keightley conj.

[bdi029] _arms_] _Armes_ F1. _Armies_ F2 F3 F4. _aims_ Singer (Dyce
conj. withdrawn).

[bdi033] _calm’d_] F4. _calme_ F1. _claimd_ F2. _claim’d_ F3.
_cramp’d_ Becket conj. _chas’d_ S. Walker conj.

[bdi034] _dispersed_] _dispers’d_ F4. _dispierc’d_ F1 F2 F3.

[bdi036] _I pray...go_] _Go, I pray thee, Buckingham,_ Staunton conj.
¶ _go and meet him_] Ff. _go and meet with him,_ Rowe. _to go and meet
him_ Malone. _go forth and meet him_ Steevens. _then go and meet him_
Collier (Collier MS.). _go thou and meet him_ Dyce conj.

[bdi049] _For_] _Or_ Seymour conj. ¶ [Flourish.] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[bdj001] SCENE X.] Steevens. SCENE IX. Pope. SCENE XI.
Hanmer. ACT V. SCENE I. Capell. ¶ Kent. Iden’s garden.] Capell.
A Garden in Kent. Pope. ¶ Cade.] F1 F2. Jack Cade. F3 F4. ¶ bdj001:
_ambition_] F2 F3 F4. _ambitions_ F1.

[bdj003] _these_] _those_ Capell conj.

[bdj004] _so_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[bdj006] _on_] _o’er_ Hanmer.

[bdj010], bdj011: _brain-pan_] _brain-pain_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[bdj012] _bravely_] _toil’d_ by Lettsom conj.

[bdj014] Enter Iden.] Ff. Enter Iden, with Servants. Steevens, from
(Qq). See note (XI).

[bdj018] _and_] _and’s_ Rowe. _and is_ Malone.

[bdj019] _waning_] _waining_ Rowe (ed. 2). _warning_ Ff.

[bdj023], bdj024: _Here’s...leave._] Marked ‘Aside’ by Dyce and
Staunton.

[bdj024] _Ah,_] _Ah_ F3 F4. _A_ F1 F2.

[bdj025] _a thousand_] _a 1000._ Ff.

[bdj034] [Enter five Servants. Anon. conj.

[bdj035] _ay,_] om. Pope.

[bdj037], bdj038: _five men_] (Qq) Ff. _fine men_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[bdj038] _all_] om. Rowe.

[bdj041] _an esquire_] _’squire_ Capell.

[bdj043] _steadfast-gazing_] Capell. _stedfast gazing_ Ff.

[bdj051] _As for words_] _As for more words_ Rowe. _As for mere
words_ Mason conj. _But as for words_ Anon. conj. ¶ _words...words,_]
_wordes--(whose...wordes?_) Becket conj. ¶ bdj051, bdj052: _As...what_]
_As for more words, let this my sword report (Whose greatness answers
words) what_ Hanmer.

[bdj054] _the edge] thine edge_ F4.

[bdj055] _chines] chaines_ F2.

[bdj056] _God_] Malone, from (Qq). _Jove_ Ff.

[bdj057] [Here they fight.] Ff. ¶ Cade falls. Capell. om. Ff.

[bdj065] _thee] thou_ Jackson conj.

[bdj069] _that_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4. _which_ Rowe.

[bdj076] _in_] om. Lloyd conj.

[bdj080] _off_] _of_ F4.

[bdj082] [Exit.] Ff. Exit, dragging out the Body. Capell. Exeunt, Iden
dragging out the body, and Servants. Dyce.

[bea001] ACT V. SCENE I.] Pope. ACT V. SCENE II.
Capell. ¶ Fields...Blackheath.] Malone. In the Fields near London.
Pope. Fields near St Alban’s. Capell. ¶ Enter...] Ff. Two Camps
pitch’d, the King’s, and Duke of York’s; on either side, one. Enter
York, attended. Capell.

[bea005] _sancta majestas_] _majesty_ Pope. _santa maestá_ Capell conj.
from (Qq).

[bea006] _them...know_] Rowe. _them...knowes_ F1 F2. _them...knows_
F3 F4. _him...knows_ Capell conj.

[bea008] _I cannot_] _It cannot_ Delius conj.

[bea010] _soul_] F3 F4. _soule_ F1 F2. _sword_ Johnson conj.

[bea011] _flower-de-luce_] _fleure-de-luce_ F1 F2. _floure-de-luce_
F3 F4.

[bea021] _Should_] _Should’st_ Theobald.

[bea023]–bea031: _Scarce...strong._] Marked ‘Aside’ by Rowe.

[bea027] _or oxen_] _and oxen_ Capell.

[bea032] _Buckingham_] F1. _O Buckingham_ F2 F3 F4.

[bea039] _arms_] _aims_ Collier conj.

[bea043] _prisoner._] F1 F4. _prisoner?_ F2 F3.

[bea055] [Exeunt. Hanmer.

[bea056] SCENE II.] Pope. Scene changes to the King’s Pavilion.
Theobald. ¶ Enter...] Ff. Enter.... Re-enter Buckingham and York,
attended. Theobald.

[bea060] _intends_] F1 F2 F3. _intend_ F4.

[bea061] _heave_] (Qq) F1 F2. _have_ F3 F4.

[bea063] _Who_] F1. _Whom_ F2 F3 F4. ¶ _heard_] _hear_ Capell.

[bea065] _pass_] _press_ S. Walker conj.

[bea071] _art thou_] _wast thou_ Capell conj.

[bea072] _an’t_] Ff.

[bea074] _Alexander Iden_] _Ev’n Alexander Iden_ Hanmer. _Iden,
Alexander Iden_ Edd. conj. ¶ _Alexander...name_] _My name is Alexander
Iden, sir_ Capell conj. ¶ _name;_] _name, my liege;_ Keightley conj.

[bea075] _loves his_] F1. _loves the_ F2. _love the_ F3 F4.

[bea076] _it_] om. F4.

[bea077] _his_] _this_ S. Walker conj.

[bea078] _down._ [He kneels.] _Rise_] Johnson. _downe, rise_ Ff. _down;
and rise thou_ Hanmer.

[bea082] [Rises.] Collier (Collier MS.).

[bea083] SCENE III. Pope. ¶ _See...Somerset_] _See, Buckingham! see
who_ Capell conj.

[bea093] _not king_] F1. _no king_ F2 F3 F4.

[bea094] _govern and rule_] _rule and govern_ S. Walker conj.

[bea095] _darest_] _dar’st_ F1. _durst_ F2 F3 F4.

[bea099] _these_] F1. _the_ F2 F3 F4.

[bea100] _smile and frown_] _frown and smile_ Delius conj. ¶ _like to_]
F1. _like_ F2 F3 F4.

[bea103] _act_] _enact_ Capell conj.

[bea109]–bea111: Theobald (Warburton) reads in this order:
_Sirrah...bail; Wouldst...man._ ¶ bea109: _kneel?_] _kneel?_ [pointing
to his Troops, and Attendants. Capell. ¶ _these_] Theobald. _three_ Id.
conj. _thee_ Ff. _them_ Hanmer.

[bea111] _sons_] _sonne_ F1. ¶ _bail_] F3 F4. _bale_ F1. _baile_
F2. [Exit...] Capell om. Ff.

[bea113] _for_] F2 F3 F4. _of_ F1.

[bea116] [Exit Buckingham.] Capell. om. Ff. Exit an Attendant. Dyce.

[bea120] _bail_] F3 F4. _baile_ F1 F2. ¶ _bane_] _bale_ Theobald.

[bea121] _boys!_] Dyce. _boyes._ F1 F2 F3. _boys._ F4. ¶ Enter...]
Ff.

[bea122] Enter...son.] Enter Clifford. Ff. Drums. Enter, from one side,
the Lords Edward and Richard, Sons to York; and, from the other, Old
Clifford and his Son; Forces with them both. Capell, from (Qq).

[bea124] [Kneels.] Johnson.

[bea125] _I_] _We_ (Qq) Capell.

[bea126] _us_] F1. _me_ F2 F3 F4.

[bea130] _mistakest_] F2 F3 F4. _mistakes_ F1.

[bea135] _chop_] F1. _crop_ F2 F3 F4.

[bea139] Edw.] F1 F2. Edm. F3 F4.

[bea143] _thy_] F1 F2. _the_ F3 F4.

[bea146] _fell-lurking_] _fell-barking_ Roderick conj. _fell-lurching_
Heath conj. _fell-looking_ Collier (Collier MS.). _fell lurking_ Capell.

[bea147] Enter...] Drums. Enter W. and S., with Forces. Capell.

[bea148] SCENE IV. Pope. ¶ _bait_] F3 F4. _bate_ F1. _baite_ F2.

[bea149] _bear-ward_] _berard_ F1 F2. _bearard_ F3 F4.

[bea150] _baiting_] F3 F4. _bayting_ F1 F2.

[bea152] _Run_] _Turn_ Hanmer.

[bea153] _being_] _having_ Collier (Collier MS.). ¶ _with_] _within_
Keightley conj.

[bea154] _between_] _betwixt_ F4.

[bea156] _oppose_] F1 F2. _suppose_ F3 F4.

[bea157] Clif.] Y. C. (i. e. Young Clifford). Capell.

[bea169] _dig...war_] _find out war to dig a grave_ Roderick conj.

[bea170] _shame_] _stain_ S. Walker conj.

[bea174] _mickle_] F1. _milckie_ F2. _milky_ F3 F4.

[bea175] _consider’d_] Pope. _considered_ Ff.

[bea181] _an oath_] _a vow_ Capell.

[bea189] _this_] _his_ F4.

[bea194] _or_] Rowe (ed. 2). _and_ Ff.

[bea195], bea198, bea208: Clif.] Old Clif. Ff.

[bea196] _to go_] _go_ Rowe.

[bea201] _household_] Malone, from (Qq). _housed_ F1. _houses_ F2 F3
F4.

[bea202] _badge_] _age_ Capell, from (Qq).

[bea203] _ragged_] _rugged_ Warburton.

[bea207] _to_] Rowe (ed. 2). _io_ F1. _so_ F2 F3 F4.

[bea210] _bear-ward_] _bearard_ Ff.

[bea211] _to arms_] _to arms, to arms_ Anon. conj. ¶ _victorious_] F1.
_victorious noble_ F2 F3 F4.

[bea212] _the rebels_] _these traitors_ (Qq) Capell.

[bea216] [Exeunt severally.] Theobald. Exeunt. Ff. ¶ SCENE II.]
Steevens. SCENE V. Pope. SCENE III. Capell. ¶ Saint Alban’s.]
Capell. The Battle at St. Albans. Pope. ¶ Alarums to the battle.] (Qq).
om. Ff.

[beb002] _And if_] _An if_ Capell conj.

[beb004] _dead men’s cries_] (Qq) Ff. _dy’ng mens cries_ Rowe. _dying
cries_ Roderick conj.

[beb008] _noble_] om. Johnson.

[beb011] _Carrion kites_] _carrion, kytes_ F4.

[beb012] Enter old Clifford.] Enter Clifford. Ff.

[beb019] As two lines, the first ending _Yorke?_ in Ff.

[beb024] _now_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[beb027] _lay_] F1 F2. _day_ F3 F4. ¶ [They...falls.] Capell.
Fight. Pope. Omitted in Ff.

[beb028] _couronne les œuvres_] _corrone les eumenes_ F1. _corronne
les oevres_ F2 F3 F4. ¶ [Dies.] Ff. They fight and Clifford falls
and dies. Collier.

[beb031] _confusion! all_] Pope. _confusion all_ Ff.

[beb036] _soldier_] _souldier_ F1. _souldiers_ F2 F3 F4.

[beb038] _nor_] _for_ Pope.

[beb040] [Seeing his dead father] Theobald. om. Ff.

[beb041] _premised_] _promised_ Delius conj.

[beb042] _earth and heaven_] _heaven and earth_ Staunton.

[beb045] _ordain’d_] F1. _ordained_ F2 F3 F4. ¶ _dear_] _deere_
F1. _O deere_ F2. _O dear_ F3 F4.

[beb059] _Absyrtus_] Theobald. _Absirtis_ Ff. _Absirtus_ Rowe.

[beb065] [Exit...father.] Pope. Exit. Rowe. om. Ff. ¶ Somerset is
killed.] Rowe. Omitted in Ff.

[beb066] See note (XII).

[beb067] _For_] _Fall’n_ Johnson conj. ¶ _an alehouse’ paltry_] _a
paltry alehouse_ Anon. conj. from (Qq).

[beb071] [Exit.] Theobald. om. Ff.

[beb072] SCENE VI. Pope.

[beb074] _nor fight_] F1 F2. _not fight_ F3 F4.

[beb078] _should_] _shall_ Johnson.

[beb080] _we_] _me_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[beb082] _where_] _were_ F2.

[beb083] Re-enter young C.] Dyce. Enter C. Ff. Other Alarums. Enter
young C. Capell.

[beb084] Y. Clif.] Clif. Ff. ¶ _heart’s_] F2 F3 F4. _hearts_ F1.

[beb086] _uncurable_] _incurable_ Pope (ed. 2). ¶ _discomfit_]
_discomfite_ Ff. _discomfort_ Capell conj.

[beb087] _parts_] _pow’rs_ Hanmer. _party_ Warburton. _friends_ Collier
MS.

[bec001] SCENE III.] Steevens. SCENE VII. Pope. Scene IV.
Capell. Theobald continues the scene. ¶ Fields......] Malone. Fields
without the Town. Capell. ¶ bec001: _Of_] _Old_ Collier (Collier MS.),
from (Qq).

[bec003] _brush_] _bruise_ Warburton. ¶ _of_] F1 F2. _off_ F3 F4.

[bec004] _brow_] _blow_ Johnson conj. _browse_ Becket conj. _bloom_
Collier (Collier MS.). _glow_ Anon. conj.

[bec008] _holp_] _holpe_ F1. hope F2 F3 F4.

[bec012] _a_] F1 F2. _an_ F3 F4.

[bec014] _as he is, look_] _as he is,--Look_ Delius conj.

[bec016] _By the_] _By’ th’_ F1 F2 F3. _By th’_ F4.

[bec019] _imminent_] F1 F2. _eminent_ F3. _Eminent_ F4.

[bec027] _them?_] F2 F3 F4. _them:_ F1.

[bec029] _faith_] (Qq) Malone. _hand_ Ff.

[bec032] _drums_] (Qq) Hanmer. _drumme_ F1 F2. _drum_ F3 F4.

[bec033] _these_] _this_ Hanmer.




NOTES TO II KING HENRY VI.


NOTE I.

I. 1. 62. This passage, which is printed as prose in the Quartos,
is arranged and read by Capell thus:

 ‘And girt thee with the sword.--
  Cousin of York, we here discharge your grace
  From being regent in the parts of France,
  ’Till term of eighteen months be full expir’d.--
  Thanks, uncle Winchester, Gloster, York, and Buckingham,
  Somerset, Salisbury, and Warwick, thanks:
  We thank you, &c.’


NOTE II.

I. 3. 208. Theobald inserts here two lines from the old play:

 _‘K. Hen._ Then be it so: My Lord of Somerset,
            We make your Grace Regent over the French.’

We have omitted them, agreeing with Capell, Malone, Mr Knight, Mr
Collier, and Mr Grant White, that their insertion is not absolutely
necessary. Besides Shakespeare would hardly have left so lame a line
as the second unaltered. It is possible that some such line as the
following may have dropped out:

 _‘King._ Then be it so: this is King Henry’s doom.’


NOTE III.

I. 4. At the commencement of this scene Rowe, and Pope in his first
edition, inserted the stage direction ‘Flourish’ which belongs to the
end of the previous scene. Pope, in his second edition, omitted it
altogether, and Theobald restored it to its right place.


NOTE IV.

II. 1. 84. Having recorded up to this point throughout the scene
all the cases in which the arrangement of the lines in the Folios is
defective, we have thought it unnecessary to do so any more, except
where there is any doubt as to what the true arrangement should be. The
restoration of the metre is, in almost all instances, due to Pope.


NOTE V.

II. 1. 125–132. In the first Folio this passage stands as follows:

 ‘Then Saunder, sit there,
  The lying’st Knave in Christendome.
  If thou hadst beene borne blind,
  Thou might’st as well haue knowne all our Names,
  As thus to name the seuerall Colours we doe weare.
  Sight may distinguish of Colours:
  But suddenly to nominate them all,
  It is impossible.
  My Lords, Saint _Albone_ here hath done a Miracle:
  And would ye not thinke it, Cunning to be great,
  That could restore this <DW36> to his Legges againe.’

Pope alters the first four lines thus:

 ‘Saunder, sit there, the lying’st knave in christendom.
  If thou hadst been born blind,
  Thou might’st as well know all our names, as thus
  To know the several colours we do wear.’

The following is Hanmer’s reading of the first six lines:

 ‘Then, Saunder, sit thou there, the lying’st knave
  In christendom. If thou hadst been born blind,
  Thou might’st as well know all our names, as thus
  To know the several colours we do wear.
  Sight may distinguish colours: true, but suddenly
  To nominate them all, it is impossible.’

In the rest of the scene several arbitrary changes have been made by
different editors for the sake of the metre.


NOTE VI.

II. 2. 45, 46. The first Folio has the whole passage thus:

 ‘His eldest Sister, _Anne_,
  My Mother being Heire vnto the Crowne,
  Marryed _Richard_, Earle of Cambridge,
  Who was to _Edmond Langley_,
  _Edward_ the thirds fift Sonnes Sonne;
  By her I clayme the Kingdome:
  She was Heire to _Roger_, Earle of March,
  Who was the Sonne of _Edmond Mortimer_
  Who marryed _Phillip_, sole Daughter
  Vnto _Lionel_, Duke of Clarence.’

The later Folios follow the first, except that in the seventh line they
read ‘She then was’ for ‘She was.’

Rowe read, ‘Who was son to Edmond Langley,’ but made no other change;
and Pope followed him.

Theobald read:

 ‘Who was the son to Edmond Langley,
  Edward the Third’s fifth son.’--

and arranged the following lines as they are found in our text.

Hanmer:

 ‘Who was the son of Edmund Langley,
  Edward the Third’s fifth son’s son, and by her
  I claim the kingdom, for she then was heir
  To Roger &c.’

It was Capell who arranged the earlier lines of the speech as we
have given them. Steevens, as usual, adopted his arrangement without
acknowledging the obligation.

Mr Collier, in his first edition, read:

 ‘Married Richard Earl of Cambridge; who was
  To Edmond Langley Edward the third’s fifth son, son.’


NOTE VII.

III. 1. We retain here Salisbury and Warwick among the persons who
enter to the parliament, because they are found both in the Folios and
Quartos. In the latter their ‘exeunt’ is also marked. Capell was the
first to omit them because they do not speak throughout the scene.


NOTE VIII.

III. 2. 11. The murderer’s answer _’Tis_, which Rowe changed to _Yes_
without authority, shows that we ought to retain the _Is_ of the first
Folio notwithstanding the grammatical inaccuracy. In the Quartos the
murderer says, ‘All things _is_ hansome now my Lord.’


NOTE IX.

III. 2. 26. We have left ‘Nell’ in the text as the mistake is, in
all probability, Shakespeare’s own. He was thinking of the Duchess of
Gloucester. Oddly enough neither Rowe nor Pope discovered the blunder.
Shakespeare again wrote ‘Elianor’ or ‘Elinor’ for ‘Margaret’ in the
79th, the 100th, and 120th lines of this scene. In _Henry V._ V. 1.
the author has made a similar mistake and written ‘Doll’ for ‘Nell.’
See also note VII on _The Two Gentlemen of Verona_.


NOTE X.

III. 2. 182. This is a striking example of the way in which
corrections were made in the successive Folios; _i.e._ by mere
guess-work, without reference to the first. The true reading escaped
the notice of all editors before Capell.


NOTE XI.

IV. 10. 14. By comparing this scene as it stands in the Quartos with
that of the Folios it will appear that Shakespeare, in remodelling it,
intended that Iden should be alone when he encountered Cade, as his
first speech is evidently a soliloquy; and after he has killed Cade he
disposes of the body with his own hands. Shakespeare omitted, however,
to strike out the reference to the ‘five men’ in line 36.

Steevens who brought the servants on the stage forgot to send them off
it. The mistake remained uncorrected down to Mr Dyce’s first edition.

Another example of Shakespeare’s incomplete alteration of the Quarto
has been pointed out by Malone at V. 1. 56.


NOTE XII.

V. 2. 66. Malone, referring to the corresponding passage of the
Quartos, supposes that a line has been omitted, to the following effect:

 ‘Behold, the prophecy is come to pass;
  For, &c.’




THE THIRD PART OF KING HENRY THE SIXTH.


DRAMATIS PERSONÆ†.

 KING HENRY the Sixth.
 EDWARD, PRINCE OF WALES, his son.
 LEWIS XI. KING OF FRANCE.
 DUKE OF SOMERSET.
 DUKE OF EXETER.
 EARL OF OXFORD.
 EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND.
 EARL OF WESTMORELAND.
 LORD CLIFFORD.
 RICHARD PLANTAGENET, Duke of York.
 his sons:
     EDWARD, Earl of March, afterwards King Edward IV.,
     EDMUND, Earl of Rutland,
     GEORGE, afterwards Duke of Clarence,
     RICHARD, afterwards Duke of Gloucester,
 DUKE OF NORFOLK.
 MARQUESS OF MONTAGUE.
 EARL OF WARWICK.
 EARL OF PEMBROKE.
 LORD HASTINGS.
 LORD STAFFORD.
 uncles to the Duke of York.
     SIR JOHN MORTIMER,
     SIR HUGH MORTIMER,
 HENRY, Earl of Richmond, a youth.
 LORD RIVERS, brother to Lady Grey.
 SIR WILLIAM STANLEY.
 SIR JOHN MONTGOMERY.
 SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE.
 Tutor to Rutland. Mayor of York.
 Lieutenant of the Tower. A Nobleman.
 Two Keepers. A Huntsman.
 A Son that has killed his father.
 A Father that has killed his son.
 QUEEN MARGARET.
 LADY GREY, afterwards Queen to Edward IV.
 BONA, sister to the French Queen.

Soldiers, Attendants, Messengers, Watchmen, &c.

SCENE: _England and France._

 ──────────
 † DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. First given, imperfectly, by Rowe.


THE THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI.

ACT I.


SCENE I. _London. The Parliament-house_.

_Alarum. Enter the_ DUKE OF YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK,
MONTAGUE, WARWICK, _and Soldiers_.

 _War._ I wonder how the king escaped our hands.   [caa001]

 _York._ While we pursued the horsemen of the north,
 He slily stole away and left his men:
 Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,
 Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,   ·caa005·
 Cheer’d up the drooping army; and himself,
 Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford, all a-breast,
 Charged our main battle’s front, and breaking in
 Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.

 _Edw._ Lord Stafford’s father, Duke of Buckingham,   ·caa010·
 Is either slain or wounded dangerously;   [caa011]
 I cleft his beaver with a downright blow:
 That this is true, father, behold his blood.   [caa013]

 _Mont._ And, brother, here’s the Earl of Wiltshire’s blood,   [caa014]
 Whom I encounter’d as the battles join’d.   ·caa015·

 _Rich._ Speak thou for me and tell them what I did.   [caa016]
               [_Throwing down the Duke of Somerset’s head._

 _York._ Richard hath best deserved of all my sons.
 But is your grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?   [caa018]

 _Norf._ Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!   [caa019]

 _Rich._ Thus do I hope to shake King Henry’s head.   [caa020]

 _War._ And so do I. Victorious Prince of York,   [caa021]
 Before I see thee seated in that throne   [caa022]
 Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,
 I vow by heaven these eyes shall never close.
 This is the palace of the fearful king,   ·caa025·
 And this the regal seat: possess it, York;
 For this is thine and not King Henry’s heirs’.   [caa027]

 _York._ Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will;
 For hither we have broken in by force.   [caa029]

 _Norf._ We’ll all assist you; he that flies shall die.   ·caa030·

 _York._ Thanks, gentle Norfolk: stay by me, my lords;
 And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night.   [caa032]
               [_They go up._

 _War._ And when the king comes, offer him no violence,
 Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.   [caa034]

 _York._ The queen this day here holds her parliament,   ·caa035·
 But little thinks we shall be of her council:   [caa036]
 By words or blows here let us win our right.

 _Rich._ Arm’d as we are, let’s stay within this house.

 _War._ The bloody parliament shall this be call’d,
 Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be king,   ·caa040·
 And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice   [caa041]
 Hath made us by-words to our enemies.

 _York._ Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute;   [caa043]
 I mean to take possession of my right.

 _War._ Neither the king, nor he that loves him best,   ·caa045·
 The proudest he that holds up Lancaster,
 Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells.
 I’ll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares:   [caa048]
 Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.   [caa049]

    _Flourish. Enter_ KING HENRY, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND,
    WESTMORELAND, EXETER, _and the rest_.

 _K. Hen._ My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,   [caa050]
 Even in the chair of state: belike he means,
 Back’d by the power of Warwick, that false peer,
 To aspire unto the crown and reign as king.
 Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father,
 And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow’d revenge   [caa055]
 On him, his sons, his favourites and his friends.

 _North._ If I be not, heavens be revenged on me!   [caa057]

 _Clif._ The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel.

 _West._ What, shall we suffer this? let’s pluck him down:
 My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it.   ·caa060·

 _K. Hen._ Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland.

 _Clif._ Patience is for poltroons, such as he:   [caa062]
 He durst not sit there, had your father lived.
 My gracious lord, here in the parliament
 Let us assail the family of York.   ·caa065·

 _North._ Well hast thou spoken, cousin: be it so.   [caa066]

 _K. Hen._ Ah, know you not the city favours them,
 And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?

 _Exe._ But when the duke is slain, they’ll quickly fly.   [caa069]

 _K. Hen._ Far be the thought of this from Henry’s heart,   [caa070]
 To make a shambles of the parliament-house!
 Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words and threats
 Shall be the war that Henry means to use.   [caa073]
 Thou factious Duke of York, descend my throne,
 And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet;   ·caa075·
 I am thy sovereign.

 _York._             I am thine.   [caa076]

 _Exe._ For shame, come down: he made thee Duke of York.

 _York._ ’Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was.   [caa078]

 _Exe._ Thy father was a traitor to the crown.

 _War._ Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown   ·caa080·
 In following this usurping Henry.

 _Clif._ Whom should he follow but his natural king?

 _War._ True, Clifford; and that’s Richard Duke of York.   [caa083]

 _K. Hen._ And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne?

 _York._ It must and shall be so: content thyself.   ·caa085·

 _War._ Be Duke of Lancaster; let him be king.

 _West._ He is both king and Duke of Lancaster;
 And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.

 _War._ And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget
 That we are those which chased you from the field   ·caa090·
 And slew your fathers, and with colours spread
 March’d through the city to the palace gates.

 _North._ Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief;   [caa093]
 And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.

 _West._ Plantagenet, of thee and these thy sons,   ·caa095·
 Thy kinsmen and thy friends, I’ll have more lives
 Than drops of blood were in my father’s veins.

 _Clif._ Urge it no more; lest that, instead of words,
 I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger
 As shall revenge his death before I stir.   ·caa100·

 _War._ Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless threats!

 _York._ Will you we show our title to the crown?
 If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.

 _K. Hen._ What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?
 Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York;   [caa105]
 Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, Earl of March:
 I am the son of Henry the Fifth,
 Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop
 And seized upon their towns and provinces.

 _War._ Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.   ·caa110·

 _K. Hen._ The lord protector lost it, and not I:
 When I was crown’d I was but nine months old.

 _Rich._ You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you lose.   [caa113]
 Father, tear the crown from the usurper’s head.   [caa114]

 _Edw._ Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.   ·caa115·

 _Mont._ Good brother, as thou lovest and honourest arms,   [caa116]
 Let’s fight it out and not stand cavilling thus.

 _Rich._ Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly.

 _York._ Sons, peace!

 _K. Hen._ Peace, thou! and give King Henry leave to speak.   ·caa120·

 _War._ Plantagenet shall speak first: hear him, lords;
 And be you silent and attentive too,
 For he that interrupts him shall not live.

 _K. Hen._ Think’st thou that I will leave my kingly throne,
 Wherein my grandsire and my father sat?   ·caa125·
 No: first shall war unpeople this my realm;
 Ay, and their colours, often borne in France,
 And now in England to our heart’s great sorrow,
 Shall be my winding-sheet. Why faint you, lords?
 My title’s good, and better far than his.   ·caa130·

 _War._ Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king.   [caa131]

 _K. Hen._ Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown.

 _York._ ’Twas by rebellion against his king.

 _K. Hen._ [_Aside_] I know not what to say; my title’s weak.   [caa134]
 Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir?   ·caa135·

 _York._ What then?

 _K. Hen._ An if he may, then am I lawful king;   [caa137]
 For Richard, in the view of many lords,
 Resign’d the crown to Henry the Fourth,
 Whose heir my father was, and I am his.   ·caa140·

 _York._ He rose against him, being his sovereign,
 And made him to resign his crown perforce.   [caa142]

 _War._ Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain’d,
 Think you ’twere prejudicial to his crown?   [caa144]

 _Exe._ No; for he could not so resign his crown   ·caa145·
 But that the next heir should succeed and reign.

 _K. Hen._ Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?

 _Exe._ His is the right, and therefore pardon me.

 _York._ Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not?

 _Exe._ My conscience tells me he is lawful king.   [caa150]

 _K. Hen._ [_Aside_] All will revolt from me, and turn to him.

 _North._ Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay’st,
 Think not that Henry shall be so deposed.

 _War._ Deposed he shall be, in despite of all.   [caa154]

 _North._ Thou art deceived: ’tis not thy southern power,   [caa155]
 Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,
 Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,
 Can set the duke up in despite of me.

 _Clif._ King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,
 Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence:   ·caa160·
 May that ground gape and swallow me alive,
 Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father!

 _K. Hen._ O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart!

 _York._ Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown.   [caa164]
 What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?   ·caa165·

 _War._ Do right unto this princely Duke of York,
 Or I will fill the house with armed men,
 And over the chair of state, where now he sits,   [caa168]
 Write up his title with usurping blood.
               [_He stamps with his foot, and the Soldiers show
                 themselves._

 _K. Hen._ My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word:   [caa170]
 Let me for this my life-time reign as king.

 _York._ Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs,   [caa171]
 And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou livest.

 _King._ I am content: Richard Plantagenet,
 Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.   ·caa175·

 _Clif._ What wrong is this unto the prince your son!

 _War._ What good is this to England and himself!

 _West._ Base, fearful and despairing Henry!

 _Clif._ How hast thou injured both thyself and us!

 _West._ I cannot stay to hear these articles.   ·caa180·

 _North._ Nor I.

 _Clif._ Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these news.

 _West._ Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king,
 In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides.

 _North._ Be thou a prey unto the house of York,   ·caa185·
 And die in bands for this unmanly deed!

 _Clif._ In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome,
 Or live in peace abandon’d and despised!   [caa188]
               [_Exeunt North., Cliff., and West._

 _War._ Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.   [caa189]

 _Exe._ They seek revenge and therefore will not yield.   ·caa190·

 _K. Hen._ Ah, Exeter!

 _War._                Why should you sigh, my lord?

 _K. Hen._ Not for myself, Lord Warwick, but my son,
 Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit.
 But be it as it may: I here entail
 The crown to thee and to thine heirs for ever;   ·caa195·
 Conditionally, that here thou take an oath   [caa196]
 To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live,
 To honour me as thy king and sovereign,
 And neither by treason nor hostility   [caa199]
 To seek to put me down and reign thyself.   ·caa200·

 _York._ This oath I willingly take and will perform.   [caa201]

 _War._ Long live King Henry! Plantagenet, embrace him.

 _K. Hen._ And long live thou and these thy forward sons!

 _York._ Now York and Lancaster are reconciled.

 _Exe._ Accursed be he that seeks to make them foes!   [caa205]
               [_Sennet. Here they come down._

 _York._ Farewell, my gracious lord; I’ll to my castle.

 _War._ And I’ll keep London with my soldiers.

 _Norf._ And I to Norfolk with my followers.

 _Mont._ And I unto the sea from whence I came.   [caa209]
               [_Exeunt York and his Sons, Warwick, Norfolk,
                 Montague, their Soldiers, and Attendants._

 _K. Hen._ And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court.   [caa210]

    _Enter_ QUEEN MARGARET _and the_ PRINCE OF WALES.

 _Exe._ Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray her anger:   [caa211]
 I’ll steal away.

 _K. Hen._       Exeter, so will I.   [caa212]

 _Q. Mar._ Nay, go not from me; I will follow thee.

 _K. Hen._ Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay.

 _Q. Mar._ Who can be patient in such extremes?   ·caa215·
 Ah, wretched man! would I had died a maid,
 And never seen thee, never borne thee son,
 Seeing thou hast proved so unnatural a father!
 Hath he deserved to lose his birthright thus?
 Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I,   [caa220]
 Or felt that pain which I did for him once,
 Or nourish’d him as I did with my blood,
 Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there,
 Rather than have made that savage duke thine heir   [caa224]
 And disinherited thine only son.   ·caa225·

 _Prince._ Father, you cannot disinherit me:
 If you be king, why should not I succeed?

 _K. Hen._ Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet son:
 The Earl of Warwick and the duke enforced me.

 _Q. Mar._ Enforced thee! art thou king, and wilt be forced?   ·caa230·
 I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch!
 Thou hast undone thyself, thy son and me;
 And given unto the house of York such head
 As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance.
 To entail him and his heirs unto the crown,   [caa235]
 What is it, but to make thy sepulchre
 And creep into it far before thy time?
 Warwick is chancellor and the lord of Calais;
 Stern Falconbridge commands the narrow seas;
 The duke is made protector of the realm;   ·caa240·
 And yet shalt thou be safe? such safety finds
 The trembling lamb environed with wolves.
 Had I been there, which am a silly woman,
 The soldiers should have toss’d me on their pikes
 Before I would have granted to that act.   [caa245]
 But thou preferr’st thy life before thine honour:
 And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself
 Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed,
 Until that act of parliament be repeal’d
 Whereby my son is disinherited.   ·caa250·
 The northern lords that have forsworn thy colours
 Will follow mine, if once they see them spread;
 And spread they shall be, to thy foul disgrace
 And utter ruin of the house of York.
 Thus do I leave thee. Come, son, let’s away;   ·caa255·
 Our army is ready; come, we’ll after them.   [caa256]

 _K. Hen._ Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.

 _Q. Mar._ Thou hast spoke too much already: get thee gone.

 _K. Hen._ Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me?   [caa259]

 _Q. Mar._ Ay, to be murder’d by his enemies.   ·caa260·

 _Prince._ When I return with victory from the field   [caa261]
 I’ll see your grace: till then I’ll follow her.

 _Q. Mar._ Come, son, away; we may not linger thus.   [caa263]
               [_Exeunt Queen Margaret and the Prince._

 _K. Hen._ Poor queen! how love to me and to her son   [caa264]
 Hath made her break out into terms of rage!   ·caa265·
 Revenged may she be on that hateful duke,
 Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire,
 Will cost my crown, and like an empty eagle   [caa268]
 Tire on the flesh of me and of my son!
 The loss of those three lords torments my heart:   ·caa270·
 I’ll write unto them and entreat them fair.
 Come, cousin, you shall be the messenger.

_Exe._ And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.   [caa273]
               [_Exeunt._


SCENE II. _Sandal Castle_.

_Enter_ RICHARD, EDWARD, _and_ MONTAGUE.

 _Rich._ Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.   [cab001]

 _Edw._ No, I can better play the orator.

 _Mont._ But I have reasons strong and forcible.

    _Enter the_ DUKE OF YORK.

 _York._ Why, how now, sons and brother! at a strife?   [cab004]
 What is your quarrel? how began it first?   ·cab005·

 _Edw._ No quarrel, but a slight contention.   [cab006]

 _York._ About what?

 _Rich._ About that which concerns your grace and us;
 The crown of England, father, which is yours.

 _York._ Mine, boy? not till King Henry be dead.   [cab010]

 _Rich._ Your right depends not on his life or death.

 _Edw._ Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now:
 By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe,
 It will outrun you, father, in the end.

 _York._ I took an oath that he should quietly reign.   ·cab015·

 _Edw._ But for a kingdom any oath may be broken:
 I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.   [cab017]

 _Rich._ No; God forbid your grace should be forsworn.

 _York._ I shall be, if I claim by open war.

 _Rich._ I’ll prove the contrary, if you’ll hear me speak.   ·cab020·

 _York._ Thou canst not, son; it is impossible.

 _Rich._ An oath is of no moment, being not took
 Before a true and lawful magistrate,
 That hath authority over him that swears:   [cab024]
 Henry had none, but did usurp the place;   ·cab025·
 Then, seeing ’twas he that made you to depose,
 Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous.
 Therefore, to arms! And, father, do but think
 How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;
 Within whose circuit is Elysium   ·cab030·
 And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
 Why do we linger thus? I cannot rest
 Until the white rose that I wear be dyed
 Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry’s heart.

 _York._ Richard, enough; I will be king, or die.   ·cab035·
 Brother, thou shalt to London presently,   [cab036]
 And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.
 Thou, Richard, shalt to the Duke of Norfolk,   [cab038]
 And tell him privily of our intent.
 You, Edward, shall unto my Lord Cobham,   [cab040]
 With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise:
 In them I trust; for they are soldiers,
 Witty, courteous, liberal, full of spirit.   [cab043]
 While you are thus employ’d, what resteth more,
 But that I seek occasion how to rise,   ·cab045·
 And yet the king not privy to my drift,   [cab046]
 Nor any of the house of Lancaster?   [cab047]

    _Enter a_ Messenger.

 But, stay: what news? Why comest thou in such post?

 _Gabr._ The queen with all the northern earls and lords   [cab049]

 Intend here to besiege you in your castle:   [cab050]
 She is hard by with twenty thousand men;
 And therefore fortify your hold, my lord.

 _York._ Ay, with my sword. What! think’st thou that we fear
               them?   [cab053]
 Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me;
 My brother Montague shall post to London:   [cab055]
 Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest,
 Whom we have left protectors of the king,
 With powerful policy strengthen themselves,
 And trust not simple Henry nor his oaths.

 _Mont._ Brother, I go; I’ll win them, fear it not:   [cab060]
 And thus most humbly I do take my leave.      [_Exit._   [cab061]

    _Enter_ SIR JOHN MORTIMER _and_ SIR HUGH MORTIMER.

 _York._ Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles,   [cab062]
 You are come to Sandal in a happy hour;
 The army of the queen mean to besiege us.   [cab064]

 _Sir John._ She shall not need; we’ll meet her in the field.   ·cab065·

 _York._ What, with five thousand men?

 _Rich._ Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need:
 A woman’s general; what should we fear?
               [_A march afar off._

 _Edw._ I hear their drums: let’s set our men in order,   [cab069]
 And issue forth and bid them battle straight.   ·cab070·

 _York._ Five men to twenty! though the odds be great,
 I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.
 Many a battle have I won in France,
 When as the enemy hath been ten to one:
 Why should I not now have the like success?   [cab075]
               [_Alarum. Exeunt._


SCENE III. _Field of battle betwixt Sandal Castle and
Wakefield_.

_Alarums. Enter_ RUTLAND _and his_ Tutor.

 _Rut._ Ah, whither shall I fly to ’scape their hands?   [cac001]
 Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes!   [cac002]

    _Enter_ CLIFFORD _and_ Soldiers.

 _Clif._ Chaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy life.
 As for the brat of this accursed duke,   [cac004]
 Whose father slew my father, he shall die.   [cac005]

 _Tut._ And I, my lord, will bear him company.

 _Clif._ Soldiers, away with him!   [cac007]

 _Tut._ Ah, Clifford, murder not this innocent child,
 Lest thou be hated both of God and man!   [cac009]
               [_Exit, dragged off by Soldiers._

 _Clif._ How now! is he dead already? or is it fear   [cac010]
 That makes him close his eyes? I’ll open them.

 _Rut._ So looks the pent-up lion o’er the wretch
 That trembles under his devouring paws;   [cac013]
 And so he walks, insulting o’er his prey,
 And so he comes, to rend his limbs asunder.   ·cac015·
 Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword,
 And not with such a cruel threatening look.
 Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die.
 I am too mean a subject for thy wrath:
 Be thou revenged on men, and let me live.   ·cac020·

 _Clif._ In vain thou speak’st, poor boy; my father’s blood   [cac021]
 Hath stopp’d the passage where thy words should enter.

 _Rut._ Then let my father’s blood open it again:   [cac023]
 He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him.

 _Clif._ Had I thy brethren here, their lives and thine   ·cac025·
 Were not revenge sufficient for me;
 No, if I digg’d up thy forefathers’ graves
 And hung their rotten coffins up in chains,
 It could not slake mine ire, nor ease my heart.
 The sight of any of the house of York   [cac030]
 Is as a fury to torment my soul;
 And till I root out their accursed line
 And leave not one alive, I live in hell.
 Therefore--                         [_Lifting his hand._   [cac034]

 _Rut._ O, let me pray before I take my death!   ·cac035·
 To thee I pray; sweet Clifford, pity me!

 _Clif._ Such pity as my rapier’s point affords.

 _Rut._ I never did thee harm: why wilt thou slay me?

 _Clif._ Thy father hath.

 _Rut._                    But ’twas ere I was born.
 Thou hast one son; for his sake pity me,   ·cac040·
 Lest in revenge thereof, sith God is just,
 He be as miserably slain as I.
 Ah, let me live in prison all my days;
 And when I give occasion of offence,
 Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause.   ·cac045·

 _Clif._ No cause!
 Thy father slew my father; therefore, die.   [cac047]
               [_Stabs him._

 _Rut._ Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tuæ!   [cac048]
               [_Dies._

 _Clif._ Plantagenet! I come, Plantagenet!
 And this thy son’s blood cleaving to my blade   ·cac050·
 Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood,
 Congeal’d with this, do make me wipe off both.   [cac052]
               [_Exit._


SCENE IV. _Another part of the field_.

_Alarum. Enter_ RICHARD, Duke of York.

 _York._ The army of the queen hath got the field:   [cad001]
 My uncles both are slain in rescuing me;
 And all my followers to the eager foe
 Turn back and fly, like ships before the wind
 Or lambs pursued by hunger-starved wolves.   ·cad005·
 My sons, God knows what hath bechanced them:
 But this I know, they have demean’d themselves
 Like men born to renown by life or death.
 Three times did Richard make a lane to me,
 And thrice cried ‘Courage, father! fight it out!’   ·cad010·
 And full as oft came Edward to my side,
 With purple falchion, painted to the hilt
 In blood of those that had encounter’d him:
 And when the hardiest warriors did retire,
 Richard cried, ‘Charge! and give no foot of ground!’   ·cad015·
 And cried, ‘A crown, or else a glorious tomb!   [cad016]
 A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre!’
 With this, we charged again: but, out, alas!
 We bodged again; as I have seen a swan   [cad019]
 With bootless labour swim against the tide   ·cad020·
 And spend her strength with over-matching waves.
               [_A short alarum within._
 Ah, hark! the fatal followers do pursue;
 And I am faint, and cannot fly their fury:
 And were I strong, I would not shun their fury:
 The sands are number’d that make up my life;   [cad025]
 Here must I stay, and here my life must end.   [cad026]

    _Enter_ QUEEN MARGARET, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, _the_
    young Prince, _and_ Soldiers.

 Come, bloody Clifford, rough Northumberland,
 I dare your quenchless fury to more rage:
 I am your butt, and I abide your shot.

 _North._ Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet.   ·cad030·

 _Clif._ Ay, to such mercy as his ruthless arm,
 With downright payment, show’d unto my father.
 Now Phaëthon hath tumbled from his car,
 And made an evening at the noontide prick.

 _York._ My ashes, as the phœnix, may bring forth   [cad035]
 A bird that will revenge upon you all:
 And in that hope I throw mine eyes to heaven,
 Scorning whate’er you can afflict me with.
 Why come you not? what! multitudes, and fear?

 _Clif._ So cowards fight when they can fly no further;   ·cad040·
 So doves do peck the falcon’s piercing talons;
 So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives,
 Breathe out invectives ’gainst the officers.

 _York._ O Clifford, but bethink thee once again,
 And in thy thought o’er-run my former time;   ·cad045·
 And, if thou canst for blushing, view this face,
 And bite thy tongue, that slanders him with cowardice
 Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this!

 _Clif._ I will not bandy with thee word for word,
 But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one.   [cad050]

 _Q. Mar._ Hold, valiant Clifford! for a thousand causes
 I would prolong awhile the traitor’s life.
 Wrath makes him deaf: speak thou, Northumberland.

 _North._ Hold, Clifford! do not honour him so much
 To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart:   ·cad055·
 What valour were it, when a cur doth grin,
 For one to thrust his hand between his teeth,
 When he might spurn him with his foot away?
 It is war’s prize to take all vantages;   [cad059]
 And ten to one is no impeach of valour.   [cad060]
               [_They lay hands on York, who struggles._

 _Clif._ Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin.

 _North._ So doth the cony struggle in the net.   [cad062]

 _York._ So triumph thieves upon their conquer’d booty;
 So true men yield, with robbers so o’er-match’d.   [cad064]

 _North._ What would your grace have done unto him now?   ·cad065·

 _Q. Mar._ Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland,
 Come, make him stand upon this molehill here,
 That raught at mountains with outstretched arms,   [cad068]
 Yet parted but the shadow with his hand.
 What! was it you that would be England’s king?   ·cad070·
 Was’t you that revell’d in our parliament,
 And made a preachment of your high descent?   [cad072]
 Where are your mess of sons to back you now?   [cad073]
 The wanton Edward, and the lusty George?
 And where’s that valiant crook-back prodigy,   ·cad075·
 Dicky your boy, that with his grumbling voice
 Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies?
 Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland?
 Look, York: I stain’d this napkin with the blood
 That valiant Clifford, with his rapier’s point,   ·cad080·
 Made issue from the bosom of the boy;
 And if thine eyes can water for his death,   [cad082]
 I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal.
 Alas, poor York! but that I hate thee deadly,
 I should lament thy miserable state.   ·cad085·
 I prithee, grieve, to make me merry, York.
 What, hath thy fiery heart so parch’d thine entrails

 That not a tear can fall for Rutland’s death?
 Why art thou patient, man? thou shouldst be mad;
 And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus.   ·cad090·
 Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance.   [cad091]
 Thou wouldst be fee’d, I see, to make me sport:
 York cannot speak, unless he wear a crown.
 A crown for York! and, lords, bow low to him:
 Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on.   [cad095]
               [_Putting a paper crown on his head._
 Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king!
 Ay, this is he that took King Henry’s chair;
 And this is he was his adopted heir.   [cad098]
 But how is it that great Plantagenet
 Is crown’d so soon, and broke his solemn oath?   [cad100]
 As I bethink me, you should not be king
 Till our King Henry had shook hands with death.
 And will you pale your head in Henry’s glory,
 And rob his temples of the diadem,
 Now in his life, against your holy oath?   [cad105]
 O, ’tis a fault too too unpardonable!
 Off with the crown; and, with the crown, his head;
 And, whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead.

 _Clif._ That is my office, for my father’s sake.   [cad109]

 _Q. Mar._ Nay, stay; let’s hear the orisons he makes.   [cad110]

 _York._ She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France,   [cad111]
 Whose tongue more poisons than the adder’s tooth!
 How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex
 To triumph, like an Amazonian trull,
 Upon their woes whom fortune captivates!   ·cad115·
 But that thy face is, visard-like, unchanging,
 Made impudent with use of evil deeds,   [cad117]
 I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush.   [cad118]
 To tell thee whence thou camest, of whom derived,
 Were shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not shameless.   [cad120]
 Thy father bears the type of King of Naples,   [cad121]
 Of both the Sicils and Jerusalem,
 Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman.
 Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult?
 It needs not, nor it boots thee not, proud queen,   ·cad125·
 Unless the adage must be verified,
 That beggars mounted run their horse to death.
 ’Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud;
 But, God he knows, thy share thereof is small:
 ’Tis virtue that doth make them most admired;   ·cad130·
 The contrary doth make thee wonder’d at:
 ’Tis government that makes them seem divine;
 The want thereof makes thee abominable:
 Thou art as opposite to every good
 As the Antipodes are unto us,   ·cad135·
 Or as the south to the septentrion.
 O tiger’s heart wrapp’d in a woman’s hide!   [cad137]
 How couldst thou drain the life-blood of the child,
 To bid the father wipe his eyes withal,
 And yet be seen to bear a woman’s face?   ·cad140·
 Women are soft, mild, pitiful and flexible;   [cad141]
 Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless.
 Bid’st thou me rage? why, now thou hast thy wish:
 Wouldst have me weep? why, now thou hast thy will:
 For raging wind blows up incessant showers,   ·cad145·
 And when the rage allays, the rain begins.
 These tears are my sweet Rutland’s obsequies:
 And every drop cries vengeance for his death,   [cad148]
 ’Gainst thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false Frenchwoman.

 _North._ Beshrew me, but his passion moves me so   [cad150]
 That hardly can I check my eyes from tears.   [cad151]

 _York._ That face of his the hungry cannibals   [cad152]
 Would not have touch’d, would not have stain’d with blood:   [cad153]
 But you are more inhuman, more inexorable,
 O, ten times more, than tigers of Hyrcania.   ·cad155·
 See, ruthless queen, a hapless father’s tears:
 This cloth thou dip’dst in blood of my sweet boy,
 And I with tears do wash the blood away.
 Keep thou the napkin, and go boast of this:   [cad159]
 And if thou tell’st the heavy story right,   ·cad160·
 Upon my soul, the hearers will shed tears;
 Yea even my foes will shed fast-falling tears,
 And say ‘Alas, it was a piteous deed!’
 There, take the crown, and, with the crown, my curse;   [cad164]
 And in thy need such comfort come to thee   ·cad165·
 As now I reap at thy too cruel hand!
 Hard-hearted Clifford, take me from the world:
 My soul to heaven, my blood upon your heads!

 _North._ Had he been slaughter-man to all my kin,   [cad169]
 I should not for my life but weep with him,   [cad170]
 To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul.

 _Q. Mar._ What, weeping-ripe, my Lord Northumberland?   [cad172]
 Think but upon the wrong he did us all,
 And that will quickly dry thy melting tears.

 _Clif._ Here’s for my oath, here’s for my father’s death.   [cad175]
               [_Stabbing him._

 _Q. Mar._ And here’s to right our gentle-hearted king.   [cad176]
               [_Stabbing him._

 _York._ Open Thy gate of mercy, gracious God!
 My soul flies through these wounds to seek out Thee.   [cad178]
               [_Dies._

 _Q. Mar._ Off with his head, and set it on York gates;
 So York may overlook the town of York.   [cad180]
               [_Flourish. Exeunt._


ACT II.


SCENE I. _A plain near Mortimer’s Cross in Herefordshire_.

_A march. Enter_ EDWARD, RICHARD, _and their power_.

 _Edw._ I wonder how our princely father ’scaped,   [cba001]
 Or whether he be ’scaped away or no
 From Clifford’s and Northumberland’s pursuit:   [cba003]
 Had he been ta’en, we should have heard the news;
 Had he been slain, we should have heard the news;   ·cba005·
 Or had he ’scaped, methinks we should have heard
 The happy tidings of his good escape.
 How fares my brother? why is he so sad?

 _Rich._ I cannot joy, until I be resolved
 Where our right valiant father is become.   ·cba010·
 I saw him in the battle range about;
 And watch’d him how he singled Clifford forth.
 Methought he bore him in the thickest troop
 As doth a lion in a herd of neat;
 Or as a bear, encompass’d round with dogs,   ·cba015·
 Who having pinch’d a few and made them cry,
 The rest stand all aloof, and bark at him.
 So fared our father with his enemies;
 So fled his enemies my warlike father:
 Methinks, ’tis prize enough to be his son.   [cba020]
 See how the morning opes her golden gates,   [cba021]
 And takes her farewell of the glorious sun!
 How well resembles it the prime of youth,
 Trimm’d like a younker prancing to his love!

 _Edw._ Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?   [cba025]

 _Rich._ Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun;
 Not separated with the racking clouds,
 But sever’d in a pale clear-shining sky.   [cba028]
 See, see! they join, embrace, and seem to kiss,
 As if they vow’d some league inviolable:   ·cba030·
 Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun.
 In this the heaven figures some event.   [cba032]

 _Edw._ ’Tis wondrous strange, the like yet never heard of.   [cba033]
 I think it cites us, brother, to the field,
 That we, the sons of brave Plantagenet,   ·cba035·
 Each one already blazing by our meeds,   [cba036]
 Should notwithstanding join our lights together
 And over-shine the earth as this the world.
 Whate’er it bodes, henceforward will I bear
 Upon my target three fair-shining suns.   [cba040]

 _Rich._ Nay, bear three daughters: by your leave I speak it.   [cba041]
 You love the breeder better than the male.   [cba042]

    _Enter a_ Messenger.

 But what art thou, whose heavy looks foretell
 Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue?

 _Mess._ Ah, one that was a woful looker-on   ·cba045·
 When as the noble Duke of York was slain,
 Your princely father and my loving lord!

 _Edw._ O, speak no more, for I have heard too much.

 _Rich._ Say how he died, for I will hear it all.

 _Mess._ Environed he was with many foes,   ·cba050·
 And stood against them, as the hope of Troy
 Against the Greeks that would have enter’d Troy.
 But Hercules himself must yield to odds;
 And many strokes, though with a little axe,
 Hew down and fell the hardest-timber’d oak.   [cba055]
 By many hands your father was subdued;
 But only slaughter’d by the ireful arm
 Of unrelenting Clifford and the queen,
 Who crown’d the gracious duke in high despite,
 Laugh’d in his face; and when with grief he wept,   ·cba060·
 The ruthless queen gave him to dry his cheeks   [cba061]
 A napkin steeped in the harmless blood
 Of sweet young Rutland, by rough Clifford slain:
 And after many scorns, many foul taunts,
 They took his head, and on the gates of York   ·cba065·
 They set the same; and there it doth remain,
 The saddest spectacle that e’er I view’d.

 _Edw._ Sweet Duke of York, our prop to lean upon,
 Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay.
 O Clifford, boisterous Clifford! thou hast slain   ·cba070·
 The flower of Europe for his chivalry;
 And treacherously hast thou vanquish’d him,
 For hand to hand he would have vanquish’d thee.
 Now my soul’s palace is become a prison:
 Ah, would she break from hence, that this my body   ·cba075·
 Might in the ground be closed up in rest!
 For never henceforth shall I joy again,
 Never, O never, shall I see more joy!

 _Rich._ I cannot weep; for all my body’s moisture
 Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart:   ·cba080·
 Nor can my tongue unload my heart’s great burthen;
 For selfsame wind that I should speak withal   [cba082]
 Is kindling coals that fires all my breast,   [cba083]
 And burns me up with flames that tears would quench.
 To weep is to make less the depth of grief:   ·cba085·
 Tears then for babes; blows and revenge for me!
 Richard, I bear thy name; I’ll venge thy death,
 Or die renowned by attempting it.

 _Edw._ His name that valiant duke hath left with thee;
 His dukedom and his chair with me is left.   ·cba090·

 _Rich._ Nay, if thou be that princely eagle’s bird,
 Show thy descent by gazing ’gainst the sun:
 For chair and dukedom, throne and kingdom say;
 Either that is thine, or else thou wert not his.   [cba094]

    _March. Enter_ WARWICK, MARQUESS OF MONTAGUE, _and their
    army_.

 _War._ How now, fair lords! What fare? what news abroad?   [cba095]

 _Rich._ Great Lord of Warwick, if we should recount   [cba096]
 Our baleful news, and at each word’s deliverance
 Stab poniards in our flesh till all were told,
 The words would add more anguish than the wounds.
 O valiant lord, the Duke of York is slain!   ·cba100·

 _Edw._ O Warwick, Warwick! that Plantagenet,   [cba101]
 Which held thee dearly as his soul’s redemption,
 Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death.

 _War._ Ten days ago I drown’d these news in tears;
 And now, to add more measure to your woes,   ·cba105·
 I come to tell you things sith then befall’n.   [cba106]
 After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought,
 Where your brave father breathed his latest gasp,
 Tidings, as swiftly as the posts could run,
 Were brought me of your loss and his depart.   ·cba110·
 I, then in London, keeper of the king,
 Muster’d my soldiers, gather’d flocks of friends,
 And very well appointed, as I thought,   [cba113]
 March’d toward Saint Alban’s to intercept the queen,   [cba114]
 Bearing the king in my behalf along;   ·cba115·
 For by my scouts I was advertised
 That she was coming with a full intent
 To dash our late decree in parliament
 Touching King Henry’s oath and your succession.
 Short tale to make, we at Saint Alban’s met,   ·cba120·
 Our battles join’d, and both sides fiercely fought:
 But whether ’twas the coldness of the king,
 Who look’d full gently on his warlike queen,
 That robb’d my soldiers of their heated spleen;   [cba124]
 Or whether ’twas report of her success;   ·cba125·
 Or more than common fear of Clifford’s rigour,
 Who thunders to his captives blood and death,   [cba127]
 I cannot judge: but, to conclude with truth,
 Their weapons like to lightning came and went;
 Our soldiers’, like the night-owl’s lazy flight,   [cba130]
 Or like an idle thresher with a flail,   [cba131]
 Fell gently down, as if they struck their friends.
 I cheer’d them up with justice of our cause,   [cba133]
 With promise of high pay and great rewards:   [cba134]
 But all in vain; they had no heart to fight,   ·cba135·
 And we in them no hope to win the day;
 So that we fled; the king unto the queen;
 Lord George your brother, Norfolk and myself,   [cba138]
 In haste, post-haste, are come to join with you;
 For in the marches here we heard you were,   ·cba140·
 Making another head to fight again.

 _Edw._ Where is the Duke of Norfolk, gentle Warwick?
 And when came George from Burgundy to England?

 _War._ Some six miles off the duke is with the soldiers;   [cba144]
 And for your brother, he was lately sent   ·cba145·
 From your kind aunt, Duchess of Burgundy,
 With aid of soldiers to this needful war.

 _Rich._ ’Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick fled:
 Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit,
 But ne’er till now his scandal of retire.   ·cba150·

 _War._ Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou hear;
 For thou shalt know this strong right hand of mine
 Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry’s head,
 And wring the awful sceptre from his fist,
 Were he as famous and as bold in war   ·cba155·
 As he is famed for mildness, peace, and prayer.

 _Rich._ I know it well, Lord Warwick; blame me not:
 ’Tis love I bear thy glories makes me speak.   [cba158]
 But in this troublous time what’s to be done?
 Shall we go throw away our coats of steel,   ·cba160·
 And wrap our bodies in black mourning gowns,
 Numbering our Ave-Maries with our beads?
 Or shall we on the helmets of our foes
 Tell our devotion with revengeful arms?
 If for the last, say ay, and to it, lords.   ·cba165·

 _War._ Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you out;
 And therefore comes my brother Montague.
 Attend me, lords. The proud insulting queen,
 With Clifford and the haught Northumberland,
 And of their feather many moe proud birds,   [cba170]
 Have wrought the easy-melting king like wax.
 He swore consent to your succession,
 His oath enrolled in the parliament;
 And now to London all the crew are gone,
 To frustrate both his oath and what beside   ·cba175·
 May make against the house of Lancaster.
 Their power, I think, is thirty thousand strong:
 Now, if the help of Norfolk and myself,
 With all the friends that thou, brave Earl of March,
 Amongst the loving Welshmen canst procure,   [cba180]
 Will but amount to five and twenty thousand,
 Why, Via! to London will we march amain,   [cba182]
 And once again bestride our foaming steeds,
 And once again cry ‘Charge upon our foes!’   [cba184]
 But never once again turn back and fly.   ·cba185·

 _Rich._ Ay, now methinks I hear great Warwick speak:
 Ne’er may he live to see a sunshine day,
 That cries ‘Retire,’ if Warwick bid him stay.   [cba188]

 _Edw._ Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean;   [cba189]
 And when thou fail’st--as God forbid the hour!--   [cba190]
 Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forfend!

 _War._ No longer Earl of March, but Duke of York:
 The next degree is England’s royal throne;   [cba193]
 For King of England shalt thou be proclaim’d
 In every borough as we pass along;   ·cba195·
 And he that throws not up his cap for joy   [cba196]
 Shall for the fault make forfeit of his head.
 King Edward, valiant Richard, Montague,   [cba198]
 Stay we no longer, dreaming of renown,
 But sound the trumpets, and about our task.   ·cba200·

 _Rich._ Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as steel,
 As thou hast shown it flinty by thy deeds,
 I come to pierce it, or to give thee mine.

 _Edw._ Then strike up drums: God and Saint George for us!

    _Enter a_ Messenger.

 _War._ How now! what news?   ·cba205·

 _Mess._ The Duke of Norfolk sends you word by me,
 The queen is coming with a puissant host;
 And craves your company for speedy counsel.

 _War._ Why then it sorts, brave warriors, let’s away.   [cba209]
               [_Exeunt._


SCENE II. _Before York_.

_Flourish. Enter_ KING HENRY, QUEEN MARGARET, _the_ PRINCE
OF WALES, CLIFFORD, _and_ NORTHUMBERLAND, _with drum and
trumpets_.

 _Q. Mar._ Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of York.   [cbb001]
 Yonder’s the head of that arch-enemy   [cbb002]
 That sought to be encompass’d with your crown:
 Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord?

 _K. Hen._ Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear their wreck:   ·cbb005·
 To see this sight, it irks my very soul.
 Withhold revenge, dear God! ’tis not my fault,
 Nor wittingly have I infringed my vow.   [cbb008]

 _Clif._ My gracious liege, this too much lenity
 And harmful pity must be laid aside.   [cbb010]
 To whom do lions cast their gentle looks?
 Not to the beast that would usurp their den.
 Whose hand is that the forest bear doth lick?
 Not his that spoils her young before her face.
 Who ’scapes the lurking serpent’s mortal sting?   ·cbb015·
 Not he that sets his foot upon her back.
 The smallest worm will turn being trodden on,
 And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.
 Ambitious York did level at thy crown,
 Thou smiling while he knit his angry brows:   [cbb020]
 He, but a duke, would have his son a king,
 And raise his issue, like a loving sire;
 Thou, being a king, blest with a goodly son,
 Didst yield consent to disinherit him,
 Which argued thee a most unloving father.   ·cbb025·
 Unreasonable creatures feed their young;
 And though man’s face be fearful to their eyes,
 Yet, in protection of their tender ones,
 Who hath not seen them, even with those wings
 Which sometime they have used with fearful flight,   [cbb030]
 Make war with him that climb’d unto their nest,
 Offering their own lives in their young’s defence?
 For shame, my liege, make them your precedent!   [cbb033]
 Were it not pity that this goodly boy
 Should lose his birthright by his father’s fault,   ·cbb035·
 And long hereafter say unto his child,
 ‘What my great-grandfather and grandsire got   [cbb037]
 My careless father fondly gave away’?
 Ah, what a shame were this! Look on the boy;   [cbb039]
 And let his manly face, which promiseth   ·cbb040·
 Successful fortune, steel thy melting heart   [cbb041]
 To hold thine own and leave thine own with him.   [cbb042]

 _K. Hen._ Full well hath Clifford play’d the orator,
 Inferring arguments of mighty force.
 But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear   ·cbb045·
 That things ill-got had ever bad success?   [cbb046]
 And happy always was it for that son
 Whose father for his hoarding went to hell?   [cbb048]
 I’ll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind;
 And would my father had left me no more!   ·cbb050·
 For all the rest is held at such a rate
 As brings a thousand-fold more care to keep
 Than in possession any jot of pleasure.   [cbb053]
 Ah, cousin York! would thy best friends did know
 How it doth grieve me that thy head is here!   ·cbb055·

 _Q. Mar._ My lord, cheer up your spirits: our foes are nigh,
 And this soft courage makes your followers faint.   [cbb057]
 You promised knighthood to our forward son:
 Unsheathe your sword, and dub him presently.
 Edward, kneel down.   ·cbb060·

 _K. Hen._ Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight;
 And learn this lesson, draw thy sword in right.

 _Prince._ My gracious father, by your kingly leave,
 I’ll draw it as apparent to the crown,
 And in that quarrel use it to the death.   ·cbb065·

 _Clif._ Why, that is spoken like a toward prince.

    _Enter a_ Messenger.

 _Mess._ Royal commanders, be in readiness:
 For with a band of thirty thousand men
 Comes Warwick, backing of the Duke of York;
 And in the towns, as they do march along,   ·cbb070·
 Proclaims him king, and many fly to him:
 Darraign your battle, for they are at hand.   [cbb072]

 _Clif._ I would your highness would depart the field:
 The queen hath best success when you are absent.

 _Q. Mar._ Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our fortune.   ·cbb075·

 _K. Hen._ Why, that’s my fortune too; therefore I’ll stay.

 _North._ Be it with resolution then to fight.

 _Prince._ My royal father, cheer these noble lords
 And hearten those that fight in your defence:
 Unsheathe your sword, good father; cry ‘Saint George!’   [cbb080]

    _March. Enter_ EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, WARWICK,
    NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, _and_ Soldiers.

 _Edw._ Now, perjured Henry! wilt thou kneel for grace,   [cbb081]
 And set thy diadem upon my head;
 Or bide the mortal fortune of the field?

 _Q. Mar._ Go, rate thy minions, proud insulting boy!
 Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms   ·cbb085·
 Before thy sovereign and thy lawful king?

 _Edw._ I am his king, and he should bow his knee;
 I was adopted heir by his consent:
 Since when, his oath is broke; for, as I hear,   [cbb089]
 You, that are king, though he do wear the crown,   ·cbb090·
 Have caused him, by new act of parliament,
 To blot out me, and put his own son in.

 _Clif._ And reason too:
 Who should succeed the father but the son?

 _Rich._ Are you there, butcher? O, I cannot speak!   [cbb095]

 _Clif._ Ay, crook-back, here I stand to answer thee,
 Or any he the proudest of thy sort.

 _Rich._ ’Twas you that kill’d young Rutland, was it not?

 _Clif._ Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied.

 _Rich._ For God’s sake, lords, give signal to the fight.   ·cbb100·

 _War._ What say’st thou, Henry, wilt thou yield the crown?   [cbb101]

 _Q. Mar._ Why, how now, long-tongued Warwick! dare you speak?
 When you and I met at Saint Alban’s last,
 Your legs did better service than your hands.

 _War._ Then ’twas my turn to fly, and now ’tis thine.   ·cbb105·

 _Clif._ You said so much before, and yet you fled.

 _War._ ’Twas not your valour, Clifford, drove me thence.

 _North._ No, nor your manhood that durst make you stay.

 _Rich._ Northumberland, I hold thee reverently.
 Break off the parley; for scarce I can refrain   [cbb110]

 The execution of my big-swoln heart
 Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.   [cbb112]

 _Clif._ I slew thy father, call’st thou him a child?

 _Rich._ Ay, like a dastard and a treacherous coward,
 As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland;   ·cbb115·
 But ere sunset I’ll make thee curse the deed.   [cbb116]

 _K. Hen._ Have done with words, my lords, and hear me speak.

 _Q. Mar._ Defy them then, or else hold close thy lips.

 _K. Hen._ I prithee, give no limits to my tongue:
 I am a king, and privileged to speak.   ·cbb120·

 _Clif._ My liege, the wound that bred this meeting here   [cbb121]
 Cannot be cured by words; therefore be still.

 _Rich._ Then, executioner, unsheathe thy sword:   [cbb123]
 By him that made us all, I am resolved
 That Clifford’s manhood lies upon his tongue.   ·cbb125·

 _Edw._ Say, Henry, shall I have my right, or no?
 A thousand men have broke their fasts to-day,
 That ne’er shall dine unless thou yield the crown.

 _War._ If thou deny, their blood upon thy head;
 For York in justice puts his armour on.   ·cbb130·

 _Prince._ If that be right which Warwick says is right,
 There is no wrong, but every thing is right.

 _Rich._ Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands;   [cbb133]
 For, well I wot, thou hast thy mother’s tongue.

 _Q. Mar._ But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam;   ·cbb135·
 But like a foul mis-shapen stigmatic,
 Mark’d by the destinies to be avoided,
 As venom toads, or lizards’ dreadful stings.   [cbb138]

 _Rich._ Iron of Naples hid with English gilt,
 Whose father bears the title of a king,--   ·cbb140·
 As if a channel should be call’d the sea,--   [cbb141]
 Shamest thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught,
 To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart?

 _Edw._ A wisp of straw were worth a thousand crowns,
 To make this shameless callet know herself.   ·cbb145·
 Helen of Greece was fairer far than thou,
 Although thy husband may be Menelaus;
 And ne’er was Agamemnon’s brother wrong’d
 By that false woman, as this king by thee.
 His father revell’d in the heart of France,   ·cbb150·
 And tamed the king, and made the dauphin stoop;
 And had he match’d according to his state,
 He might have kept that glory to this day;
 But when he took a beggar to his bed,
 And graced thy poor sire with his bridal-day,   ·cbb155·
 Even then that sunshine brew’d a shower for him,
 That wash’d his father’s fortunes forth of France,
 And heap’d sedition on his crown at home.
 For what hath broach’d this tumult but thy pride?
 Hadst thou been meek, our title still had slept;   ·cbb160·
 And we, in pity of the gentle king,
 Had slipp’d our claim until another age.

 _Geo._ But when we saw our sunshine made thy spring,
 And that thy summer bred us no increase,
 We set the axe to thy usurping root;   ·cbb165·
 And though the edge hath something hit ourselves,
 Yet, know thou, since we have begun to strike,
 We’ll never leave till we have hewn thee down,
 Or bathed thy growing with our heated bloods.

 _Edw._ And, in this resolution, I defy thee;   ·cbb170·
 Not willing any longer conference,   [cbb171]
 Since thou deniest the gentle king to speak.   [cbb172]
 Sound trumpets! let our bloody colours wave!
 And either victory, or else a grave.   [cbb174]

 _Q. Mar._ Stay, Edward.   ·cbb175·

 _Edw._ No, wrangling woman, we’ll no longer stay:   [cbb176]
 These words will cost ten thousand lives this day.   [cbb177]
               [_Exeunt._


SCENE III. _A field of battle between Towton and Saxton,
in Yorkshire_.

_Alarum. Excursions. Enter_ WARWICK.

 _War._ Forspent with toil, as runners with a race,   [cbc001]
 I lay me down a little while to breathe;
 For strokes received, and many blows repaid,
 Have robb’d my strong-knit sinews of their strength,
 And spite of spite needs must I rest awhile.   ·cbc005·

    _Enter_ EDWARD, _running_.

 _Edw._ Smile, gentle heaven! or strike, ungentle death!
 For this world frowns, and Edward’s sun is clouded.

 _War._ How now, my lord! what hap? what hope of good?   [cbc008]

    _Enter_ GEORGE.

 _Geo._ Our hap is loss, our hope but sad despair;   [cbc009]
 Our ranks are broke, and ruin follows us:   ·cbc010·
 What counsel give you? whither shall we fly?   [cbc011]

 _Edw._ Bootless is flight, they follow us with wings;
 And weak we are and cannot shun pursuit.

    _Enter_ RICHARD.

 _Rich._ Ah, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn thyself?
 Thy brother’s blood the thirsty earth hath drunk,   ·cbc015·
 Broach’d with the steely point of Clifford’s lance;
 And in the very pangs of death he cried,
 Like to a dismal clangor heard from far,
 ‘Warwick, revenge! brother, revenge my death!’
 So, underneath the belly of their steeds,   [cbc020]
 That stain’d their fetlocks in his smoking blood,
 The noble gentleman gave up the ghost.

 _War._ Then let the earth be drunken with our blood:
 I’ll kill my horse, because I will not fly.
 Why stand we like soft-hearted women here,   ·cbc025·
 Wailing our losses, whiles the foe doth rage;   [cbc026]
 And look upon, as if the tragedy   [cbc027]
 Were play’d in jest by counterfeiting actors?   [cbc028]
 Here on my knee I vow to God above,
 I’ll never pause again, never stand still,   ·cbc030·
 Till either death hath closed these eyes of mine
 Or fortune given me measure of revenge.   [cbc032]

 _Edw._ O Warwick, I do bend my knee with thine;
 And in this vow do chain my soul to thine!   [cbc034]
 And, ere my knee rise from the earth’s cold face,   ·cbc035·
 I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to thee,
 Thou setter up and plucker down of kings,
 Beseeching thee, if with thy will it stands
 That to my foes this body must be prey,
 Yet that thy brazen gates of heaven may ope,   [cbc040]
 And give sweet passage to my sinful soul!
 Now, lords, take leave until we meet again,
 Where’er it be, in heaven or in earth.   [cbc043]

 _Rich._ Brother, give me thy hand; and, gentle Warwick,   [cbc044]
 Let me embrace thee in my weary arms:   ·cbc045·
 I, that did never weep, now melt with woe
 That winter should cut off our spring-time so.

 _War._ Away, away! Once more, sweet lords, farewell.   [cbc048]

 _Geo._ Yet let us all together to our troops,   [cbc049]
 And give them leave to fly that will not stay;   ·cbc050·
 And call them pillars that will stand to us;
 And, if we thrive, promise them such rewards
 As victors wear at the Olympian games:   [cbc053]
 This may plant courage in their quailing breasts;
 For yet is hope of life and victory.   ·cbc055·
 Forslow no longer, make we hence amain.         [_Exeunt._   [cbc056]


SCENE IV. _Another part of the field_.

_Excursions. Enter_ RICHARD _and_ CLIFFORD.

 _Rich._ Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone:   [cbd001]
 Suppose this arm is for the Duke of York,
 And this for Rutland; both bound to revenge,
 Wert thou environ’d with a brazen wall.

 _Clif._ Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone:   ·cbd005·
 This is the hand that stabb’d thy father York;
 And this the hand that slew thy brother Rutland;
 And here’s the heart that triumphs in their death
 And cheers these hands that slew thy sire and brother
 To execute the like upon thyself;   ·cbd010·
 And so, have at thee!   [cbd011]
               [_They fight. Warwick comes; Clifford flies._

 _Rich._ Nay, Warwick, single out some other chase;
 For I myself will hunt this wolf to death.      [_Exeunt._


SCENE V. _Another part of the field_.

_Alarum. Enter_ KING HENRY _alone_.

 _King._ This battle fares like to the morning’s war,   [cbe001]
 When dying clouds contend with growing light,
 What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails,
 Can neither call it perfect day nor night.
 Now sways it this way, like a mighty sea   [cbe005]
 Forced by the tide to combat with the wind;
 Now sways it that way, like the selfsame sea
 Forced to retire by fury of the wind:
 Sometime the flood prevails, and then the wind;   [cbe009]
 Now one the better, then another best;   ·cbe010·
 Both tugging to be victors, breast to breast,
 Yet neither conqueror nor conquered:
 So is the equal poise of this fell war.
 Here on this molehill will I sit me down.
 To whom God will, there be the victory!   [cbe015]
 For Margaret my queen, and Clifford too,
 Have chid me from the battle; swearing both
 They prosper best of all when I am thence.
 Would I were dead! if God’s good will were so;
 For what is in this world but grief and woe?   ·cbe020·
 O God! methinks it were a happy life,
 To be no better than a homely swain;
 To sit upon a hill, as I do now,
 To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,
 Thereby to see the minutes how they run,   ·cbe025·
 How many make the hour full complete;   [cbe026]
 How many hours bring about the day;   [cbe027]
 How many days will finish up the year;
 How many years a mortal man may live.
 When this is known, then to divide the times:   [cbe030]
 So many hours must I tend my flock;
 So many hours must I take my rest;
 So many hours must I contemplate;
 So many hours must I sport myself;
 So many days my ewes have been with young;   ·cbe035·
 So many weeks ere the poor fools will ean;   [cbe036]
 So many years ere I shall shear the fleece:   [cbe037]
 So minutes, hours, days, months, and years,   [cbe038]
 Pass’d over to the end they were created,
 Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.   ·cbe040·
 Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely!
 Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade
 To shepherds looking on their silly sheep,
 Than doth a rich embroider’d canopy   [cbe044]
 To kings that fear their subjects’ treachery?   ·cbe045·
 O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth.
 And to conclude, the shepherd’s homely curds,
 His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle,
 His wonted sleep under a fresh tree’s shade,
 All which secure and sweetly he enjoys,   ·cbe050·
 Is far beyond a prince’s delicates,
 His viands sparkling in a golden cup,
 His body couched in a curious bed,
 When care, mistrust, and treason waits on him.   [cbe054]

    _Alarum. Enter a_ Son _that has killed his father, dragging in the
    dead body_.

 _Son._ Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.   [cbe055]
 This man, whom hand to hand I slew in fight,
 May be possessed with some store of crowns;
 And I, that haply take them from him now,
 May yet ere night yield both my life and them
 To some man else, as this dead man doth me.   [cbe060]
 Who’s this? O God! it is my father’s face,
 Whom in this conflict I unwares have kill’d.   [cbe062]
 O heavy times, begetting such events!
 From London by the king was I press’d forth;
 My father, being the Earl of Warwick’s man,   ·cbe065·
 Came on the part of York, press’d by his master;
 And I, who at his hands received my life,
 Have by my hands of life bereaved him.
 Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did!
 And pardon, father, for I knew not thee!   ·cbe070·
 My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks;
 And no more words till they have flow’d their fill.

 _K. Hen._ O piteous spectacle! O bloody times!
 Whiles lions war and battle for their dens,   [cbe074]
 Poor harmless lambs abide their enmity.   ·cbe075·
 Weep, wretched man, I’ll aid thee tear for tear;
 And let our hearts and eyes, like civil war,
 Be blind with tears, and break o’ercharged with grief.   [cbe078]

    _Enter a_ Father _that has killed his son, bringing in the body_.

 _Fath._ Thou that so stoutly hast resisted me,   [cbe079]
 Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold;   ·cbe080·
 For I have bought it with an hundred blows.
 But let me see: is this our foeman’s face?
 Ah, no, no, no, it is mine only son!   [cbe083]
 Ah, boy, if any life be left in thee,
 Throw up thine eye! see, see what showers arise,   ·cbe085·
 Blown with the windy tempest of my heart,
 Upon thy wounds, that kill mine eye and heart!   [cbe087]
 O, pity, God, this miserable age!
 What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,   [cbe089]
 Erroneous, mutinous and unnatural,   [cbe090]
 This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!
 O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon,   [cbe092]
 And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!

 _K. Hen._ Woe above woe! grief more than common grief!
 O that my death would stay these ruthful deeds!   [cbe095]
 O, pity, pity, gentle heaven, pity!
 The red rose and the white are on his face,
 The fatal colours of our striving houses:
 The one his purple blood right well resembles;   [cbe099]
 The other his pale cheeks, methinks, presenteth:   [cbe100]
 Wither one rose, and let the other flourish;
 If you contend, a thousand lives must wither.

 _Son._ How will my mother for a father’s death
 Take on with me and ne’er be satisfied!

 _Fath._ How will my wife for slaughter of my son   ·cbe105·
 Shed seas of tears and ne’er be satisfied!

 _K. Hen._ How will the country for these woful chances
 Misthink the king and not be satisfied!

 _Son._ Was ever son so rued a father’s death?

 _Fath._ Was ever father so bemoan’d his son?   [cbe110]

 _K. Hen._ Was ever king so grieved for subjects’ woe?
 Much is your sorrow; mine ten times so much.

 _Son._ I’ll bear thee hence, where I may weep my fill.   [cbe113]
               [_Exit with the body._

 _Fath._ These arms of mine shall be thy winding-sheet;
 My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre,   ·cbe115·
 For from my heart thine image ne’er shall go;
 My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell;
 And so obsequious will thy father be,
 Even for the loss of thee, having no more,   [cbe119]
 As Priam was for all his valiant sons.   ·cbe120·
 I’ll bear thee hence; and let them fight that will,
 For I have murdered where I should not kill.   [cbe122]
               [_Exit with the body._

 _K. Hen._ Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care,
 Here sits a king more woful than you are.

    _Alarums: excursions. Enter_ QUEEN MARGARET, _the_ PRINCE,
    _and_ EXETER.

 _Prince._ Fly, father, fly! for all your friends are fled,   [cbe125]
 And Warwick rages like a chafed bull:
 Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit.

 _Q. Mar._ Mount you, my lord; towards Berwick post amain:
 Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds
 Having the fearful flying hare in sight,   ·cbe130·
 With fiery eyes sparkling for very wrath,
 And bloody steel grasp’d in their ireful hands,
 Are at our backs; and therefore hence amain.

 _Exe._ Away! for vengeance comes along with them:
 Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed;   ·cbe135·
 Or else come after: I’ll away before.

 _K. Hen._ Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter:
 Not that I fear to stay, but love to go
 Whither the queen intends. Forward; away!      [_Exeunt._   [cbe139]


SCENE VI. _Another part of the field_.

_A loud alarum. Enter_ CLIFFORD, _wounded_.

 _Clif._ Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,   [cbf001]
 Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.   [cbf002]
 O Lancaster, I fear thy overthrow   [cbf003]
 More than my body’s parting with my soul!
 My love and fear glued many friends to thee;   [cbf005]
 And, now I fall, thy tough commixture melts.   [cbf006]
 Impairing Henry, strengthening misproud York,
 The common people swarm like summer flies;   [cbf008]
 And whither fly the gnats but to the sun?   [cbf009]
 And who shines now but Henry’s enemies?   [cbf010]
 O Phœbus, hadst thou never given consent
 That Phaëthon should check thy fiery steeds,   [cbf012]
 Thy burning car never had scorch’d the earth!   [cbf013]
 And, Henry, hadst thou sway’d as kings should do,
 Or as thy father and his father did,   [cbf015]
 Giving no ground unto the house of York,
 They never then had sprung like summer flies;   [cbf017]
 I and ten thousand in this luckless realm
 Had left no mourning widows for our death;   [cbf019]
 And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace.   ·cbf020·
 For what doth cherish weeds but gentle air?   [cbf021]
 And what makes robbers bold but too much lenity?
 Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds;
 No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight:   [cbf024]
 The foe is merciless, and will not pity;   ·cbf025·
 For at their hands I have deserved no pity.   [cbf026]
 The air hath got into my deadly wounds,
 And much effuse of blood doth make me faint.
 Come, York and Richard, Warwick and the rest;
 I stabb’d your fathers’ bosoms, split my breast.   [cbf030]
               [_He faints._

    _Alarum and retreat. Enter_, EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD,
    MONTAGUE, WARWICK, _and_ SOLDIERS,

 _Edw._ Now breathe we, lords: good fortune bids us pause,
 And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks.
 Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen,
 That led calm Henry, though he were a king,
 As doth a sail, fill’d with a fretting gust,   ·cbf035·
 Command an argosy to stem the waves.
 But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them?

 _War._ No, ’tis impossible he should escape;
 For, though before his face I speak the words,   [cbf039]
 Your brother Richard mark’d him for the grave:   ·cbf040·
 And wheresoe’er he is, he’s surely dead.   [cbf041]
               [_Clifford groans, and dies._

 _Edw._ Whose soul is that which takes her heavy leave?   [cbf042]

 _Rich._ A deadly groan, like life and death’s departing.   [cbf043]

 _Edw._ See who it is: and, now the battle’s ended,
 If friend or foe, let him be gently used.   ·cbf045·

 _Rich._ Revoke that doom of mercy, for ’tis Clifford;
 Who not contented that he lopp’d the branch
 In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth,
 But set his murdering knife unto the root   [cbf049]
 From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring,   ·cbf050·
 I mean our princely father, Duke of York.

 _War._ From off the gates of York fetch down the head,
 Your father’s head, which Clifford placed there;
 Instead whereof let this supply the room:   [cbf054]
 Measure for measure must be answered.   ·cbf055·

 _Edw._ Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house,
 That nothing sung but death to us and ours:
 Now death shall stop his dismal threatening sound,
 And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak.   [cbf059]

 _War._ I think his understanding is bereft.   [cbf060]
 Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee?
 Dark cloudy death o’ershades his beams of life,
 And he nor sees nor hears us what we say.

 _Rich._ O, would he did! and so perhaps he doth:
 ’Tis but his policy to counterfeit,   ·cbf065·
 Because he would avoid such bitter taunts
 Which in the time of death he gave our father.   [cbf067]

 _Geo._ If so thou think’st, vex him with eager words.   [cbf068]

 _Rich._ Clifford, ask mercy and obtain no grace.

 _Edw._ Clifford, repent in bootless penitence.   ·cbf070·

 _War._ Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults.

 _Geo._ While we devise fell tortures for thy faults.   [cbf072]

 _Rich._ Thou didst love York, and I am son to York.

 _Edw._ Thou pitied’st Rutland; I will pity thee.

 _Geo._ Where’s Captain Margaret, to fence you now?   ·cbf075·

 _War._ They mock thee, Clifford: swear as thou wast wont.   [cbf076]

 _Rich._ What, not an oath? nay, then the world goes hard   [cbf077]
 When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath.
 I know by that he’s dead; and, by my soul,
 If this right hand would buy two hours’ life,   [cbf080]
 That I in all despite might rail at him,
 This hand should chop it off, and with the issuing blood   [cbf082]
 Stifle the villain whose unstanched thirst
 York and young Rutland could not satisfy.

 _War._ Ay, but he’s dead: off with the traitor’s head,   ·cbf085·
 And rear it in the place your father’s stands.   [cbf086]
 And now to London with triumphant march,
 There to be crowned England’s royal king:
 From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France,
 And ask the Lady Bona for thy queen:   [cbf090]
 So shalt thou sinew both these lands together;   [cbf091]
 And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread   [cbf092]
 The scatter’d foe that hopes to rise again;
 For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt,
 Yet look to have them buzz to offend thine ears.   ·cbf095·
 First will I see the coronation;   [cbf096]
 And then to Brittany I’ll cross the sea,
 To effect this marriage, so it please my lord.

 _Edw._ Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be;
 For in thy shoulder do I build my seat,   [cbf100]
 And never will I undertake the thing
 Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting.
 Richard, I will create thee Duke of Gloucester,
 And George, of Clarence: Warwick, as ourself,
 Shall do and undo as him pleaseth best.   ·cbf105·

 _Rich._ Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloucester;   [cbf106]
 For Gloucester’s dukedom is too ominous.

 _War._ Tut, that’s a foolish observation:
 Richard, be Duke of Gloucester. Now to London,
 To see these honours in possession.      [_Exeunt._   ·cbf110·


ACT III.


SCENE I. _A forest in the north of England_.

_Enter two_ Keepers, _with cross-bows in their hands_.

 _First Keep._ Under this thick-grown brake we’ll shroud
               ourselves;   [cca001]
 For through this laund anon the deer will come;   [cca002]
 And in this covert will we make our stand,   [cca003]
 Culling the principal of all the deer.

 _Sec. Keep._ I’ll stay above the hill, so both may shoot.   [cca005]

 _First Keep._ That cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow
 Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost.   [cca007]
 Here stand we both, and aim we at the best:
 And, for the time shall not seem tedious,
 I’ll tell thee what befel me on a day   ·cca010·
 In this self-place where now we mean to stand.

 _Sec. Keep._ Here comes a man; let’s stay till he be past.   [cca012]

    _Enter_ KING HENRY, _disguised, with a prayer-book_.

 _K. Hen._ From Scotland am I stol’n, even of pure love,
 To greet mine own land with my wishful sight.   [cca014]
 No, Harry, Harry, ’tis no land of thine;   ·cca015·
 Thy place is fill’d, thy sceptre wrung from thee,
 Thy balm wash’d off wherewith thou wast anointed:   [cca017]
 No bending knee will call thee Cæsar now,
 No humble suitors press to speak for right,   [cca019]
 No, not a man comes for redress of thee;   [cca020]
 For how can I help them, and not myself?

 _First Keep._ Ay, here’s a deer whose skin ’s a keeper’s fee:
 This is the quondam king; let’s seize upon him.

 _K. Hen._ Let me embrace thee, sour adversity,   [cca024]
 For wise men say it is the wisest course.   ·cca025·

 _Sec. Keep._ Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him.

 _First Keep._ Forbear awhile; we’ll hear a little more.

 _K. Hen._ My queen and son are gone to France for aid;
 And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick   [cca029]
 Is thither gone, to crave the French king’s sister   ·cca030·
 To wife for Edward: if this news be true,
 Poor queen and son, your labour is but lost;
 For Warwick is a subtle orator,
 And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words.
 By this account then Margaret may win him;   ·cca035·
 For she’s a woman to be pitied much:
 Her sighs will make a battery in his breast;
 Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;
 The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn;   [cca039]
 And Nero will be tainted with remorse,   [cca040]
 To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears.
 Ay, but she’s come to beg, Warwick, to give;
 She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry,
 He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward.
 She weeps, and says her Henry is deposed;   ·cca045·
 He smiles, and says his Edward is install’d;
 That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more;
 Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong,   [cca048]
 Inferreth arguments of mighty strength,
 And in conclusion wins the king from her,   ·cca050·
 With promise of his sister, and what else,   [cca051]
 To strengthen and support King Edward’s place.
 O Margaret, thus ’twill be; and thou, poor soul,   [cca053]
 Art then forsaken, as thou went’st forlorn!

 _Sec. Keep._ Say, what art thou that talk’st of kings and
               queens?   [cca055]

 _K. Hen._ More than I seem, and less than I was born to:
 A man at least, for less I should not be;
 And men may talk of kings, and why not I?

 _Sec. Keep._ Ay, but thou talk’st as if thou wert a king.

 _K. Hen._ Why, so I am, in mind; and that’s enough.   [cca060]

 _Sec. Keep._ But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown?

 _K. Hen._ My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
 Not deck’d with diamonds and Indian stones,   [cca063]
 Nor to be seen: my crown is call’d content:   [cca064]
 A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.   ·cca065·

 _Sec. Keep._ Well, if you be a king crown’d with content,
 Your crown content and you must be contented
 To go along with us; for, as we think,
 You are the king King Edward hath deposed;
 And we his subjects sworn in all allegiance   ·cca070·
 Will apprehend you as his enemy.

 _K. Hen._ But did you never swear, and break an oath?

 _Sec. Keep._ No, never such an oath; nor will not now.   [cca073]

 _K. Hen._ Where did you dwell when I was King of England?   [cca074]

 _Sec. Keep._ Here in this country, where we now remain.   ·cca075·

 _K. Hen._ I was anointed king at nine months old;
 My father and my grandfather were kings,
 And you were sworn true subjects unto me:
 And tell me, then, have you not broke your oaths?

 _First Keep._ No;   [cca080]
 For we were subjects but while you were king.   [cca081]

 _K. Hen._ Why, am I dead? do I not breathe a man?
 Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear!   [cca083]
 Look, as I blow this feather from my face,
 And as the air blows it to me again,   ·cca085·
 Obeying with my wind when I do blow,
 And yielding to another when it blows,
 Commanded always by the greater gust;
 Such is the lightness of you common men.
 But do not break your oaths; for of that sin   [cca090]
 My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty.
 Go where you will, the king shall be commanded;
 And be you kings, command, and I’ll obey.

 _First Keep._ We are true subjects to the king, King Edward.   [cca094]

 _K. Hen._ So would you be again to Henry,   ·cca095·
 If he were seated as King Edward is.

 _First Keep._ We charge you, in God’s name, and the king’s,   [cca097]
 To go with us unto the officers.

 _K. Hen._ In God’s name, lead; your king’s name be obey’d:
 And what God will, that let your king perform;   [cca100]
 And what he will, I humbly yield unto.          [_Exeunt._


SCENE II. _London. The palace_.

_Enter_ KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, _and_ LADY GREY.

 _K. Edw._ Brother of Gloucester, at Saint Alban’s field   [ccb001]
 This lady’s husband, Sir Richard Grey, was slain,   [ccb002]
 His lands then seized on by the conqueror:   [ccb003]
 Her suit is now to repossess those lands;
 Which we in justice cannot well deny,   ·ccb005·
 Because in quarrel of the house of York
 The worthy gentleman did lose his life.

 _Glou._ Your highness shall do well to grant her suit;
 It were dishonour to deny it her.

 _K. Edw._ It were no less; but yet I’ll make a pause.   ·ccb010·

 _Glou._ [_Aside to Clar._] Yea, is it so?   [ccb011]
 I see the lady hath a thing to grant,
 Before the king will grant her humble suit.

 _Clar._ [_Aside to Glou._] He knows the game: how true he keeps the
               wind!   [ccb014]

 _Glou._ [_Aside to Clar._] Silence!   ·ccb015·

 _K. Edw._ Widow, we will consider of your suit;
 And come some other time to know our mind.

 _L. Grey._ Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay:
 May it please your highness to resolve me now;
 And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me.   ·ccb020·

 _Glou._ [_Aside to Clar._] Ay, widow? then I’ll warrant you all your
               lands,   [ccb021]
 An if what pleases him shall pleasure you.   [ccb022]
 Fight closer, or, good faith, you’ll catch a blow.

 _Clar._ [_Aside to Glou._] I fear her not, unless she chance to fall.

 _Glou._ [_Aside to Clar._] God forbid that! for he’ll take
               vantages.   ·ccb025·

 _K. Edw._ How many children hast thou, widow? tell me.

 _Clar._ [_Aside to Glou._] I think he means to beg a child of her.

 _Glou._ [_Aside to Clar._] Nay, whip me then: he’ll rather give her
               two.   [ccb028]

 _L. Grey._ Three, my most gracious lord.

 _Glou._ [_Aside to Clar._] You shall have four, if you’ll be ruled by
               him.   ·ccb030·

 _K. Edw._ ’Twere pity they should lose their father’s lands.   [ccb031]

 _L. Grey._ Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then.   [ccb032]

 _K. Edw._ Lords, give us leave: I’ll try this widow’s wit.

 _Glou._ [_Aside to Clar._] Ay, good leave have you; for you will have
               leave,
 Till youth take leave and leave you to the crutch.   [ccb035]
               [_Glou. and Clar. retire._

 _K. Edw._ Now tell me, madam, do you love your children?

 _L. Grey._ Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.

 _K. Edw._ And would you not do much to do them good?

 _L. Grey._ To do them good, I would sustain some harm.

 _K. Edw._ Then get your husband’s lands, to do them good.   ·ccb040·

 _L. Grey._ Therefore I came unto your majesty.

 _K. Edw._ I’ll tell you how these lands are to be got.

 _L. Grey._ So shall you bind me to your highness’ service.

 _K. Edw._ What service wilt thou do me, if I give them?

 _L. Grey._ What you command, that rests in me to do.   ·ccb045·

 _K. Edw._ But you will take exceptions to my boon.   [ccb046]

 _L. Grey._ No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.

 _K. Edw._ Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask.

 _L. Grey._ Why, then I will do what your grace commands.

 _Glou._ [_Aside to Clar._] He plies her hard; and much rain wears
               the marble.   [ccb050]

 _Clar._ [_Aside to Glou._] As red as fire! nay, then her wax must
               melt.   [ccb051]

 _L. Grey._ Why stops my lord? shall I not hear my task?

 _K. Edw._ An easy task; ’tis but to love a king.

 _L. Grey._ That’s soon perform’d, because I am a subject.

 _K. Edw._ Why, then, thy husband’s lands I freely give thee.   ·ccb055·

 _L. Grey._ I take my leave with many thousand thanks.   [ccb056]

 _Glou._ [_Aside to Clar._] The match is made; she seals it with a
               curt’sy.   [ccb057]

 _K. Edw._ But stay thee, ’tis the fruits of love I mean.

 _L. Grey._ The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.

 _K. Edw._ Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense.   ·ccb060·
 What love, think’st thou, I sue so much to get?

 _L. Grey._ My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers;
 That love which virtue begs and virtue grants.

 _K. Edw._ No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.

 _L. Grey._ Why, then you mean not as I thought you did.   ·ccb065·

 _K. Edw._ But now you partly may perceive my mind.

 _L. Grey._ My mind will never grant what I perceive
 Your highness aims at, if I aim aright.   [ccb068]

 _K. Edw._ To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.

 _L. Grey._ To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.   [ccb070]

 _K. Edw._ Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband’s lands.

 _L. Grey._ Why, then mine honesty shall be my dower;
 For by that loss I will not purchase them.

 _K. Edw._ Therein thou wrong’st thy children mightily.   [ccb074]

 _L. Grey._ Herein your highness wrongs both them and me.   ·ccb075·
 But, mighty lord, this merry inclination
 Accords not with the sadness of my suit:
 Please you dismiss me, either with ‘ay’ or ‘no.’   [ccb078]

 _K. Edw._ Ay, if thou wilt say ‘ay’ to my request;
 No, if thou dost say ‘no’ to my demand.   ·ccb080·

 _L. Grey._ Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an end.

 _Glou._ [_Aside to Clar._] The widow likes him not, she knits her
               brows.   [ccb082]

 _Clar._ [_Aside to Glou._] He is the bluntest wooer in
               Christendom.   [ccb083]

 _K. Edw._ [_Aside_] Her looks do argue her replete with
               modesty;   [ccb084]
 Her words do show her wit incomparable;   ·ccb085·
 All her perfections challenge sovereignty:
 One way or other, she is for a king;
 And she shall be my love, or else my queen.--
 Say that King Edward take thee for his queen?

 _L. Grey._ ’Tis better said than done, my gracious lord:   ·ccb090·
 I am a subject fit to jest withal,
 But far unfit to be a sovereign.

 _K. Edw._ Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee
 I speak no more than what my soul intends;
 And that is, to enjoy thee for my love.   ·ccb095·

 _L. Grey._ And that is more than I will yield unto:
 I know I am too mean to be your queen,
 And yet too good to be your concubine.

 _K. Edw._ You cavil, widow: I did mean, my queen.

 _L. Grey._ ’Twill grieve your grace my sons should call you
               father.   [ccb100]

 _K. Edw._ No more than when my daughters call thee mother.   [ccb101]
 Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children;
 And, by God’s mother, I, being but a bachelor,
 Have other some: why, ’tis a happy thing
 To be the father unto many sons.   ·ccb105·
 Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen.

 _Glou._ [_Aside to Clar._] The ghostly father now hath done his
               shrift.

 _Clar._ [_Aside to Glou._] When he was made a shriver, ’twas for
               shift.   [ccb108]

 _K. Edw._ Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had.

 _Glou._ The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.   [ccb110]

 _K. Edw._ You’ld think it strange if I should marry her.

 _Clar._ To whom, my lord?

 _K. Edw._                 Why, Clarence, to myself.   [ccb112]

 _Glou._ That would be ten days’ wonder at the least.

 _Clar._ That’s a day longer than a wonder lasts.

 _Glou._ By so much is the wonder in extremes.   ·ccb115·

 _K. Edw._ Well, jest on, brothers: I can tell you both
 Her suit is granted for her husband’s lands.

    _Enter a_ Nobleman.

 _Nob._ My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken,
 And brought your prisoner to your palace gate.   [ccb119]

 _K. Edw._ See that he be convey’d unto the Tower:   ·ccb120·
 And go we, brothers, to the man that took him,
 To question of his apprehension.
 Widow, go you along. Lords, use her honourably.   [ccb123]
               [_Exeunt all but Gloucester._

 _Glou._ Ay, Edward will use women honourably.   [ccb124]
 Would he were wasted, marrow, bones and all,   ·ccb125·
 That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring,
 To cross me from the golden time I look for!
 And yet, between my soul’s desire and me--
 The lustful Edward’s title buried--
 Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward,   ·ccb130·
 And all the unlook’d for issue of their bodies,
 To take their rooms, ere I can place myself:
 A cold premeditation for my purpose!
 Why, then, I do but dream on sovereignty;
 Like one that stands upon a promontory,   ·ccb135·
 And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,
 Wishing his foot were equal with his eye,
 And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,
 Saying, he’ll lade it dry to have his way:   [ccb139]
 So do I wish the crown, being so far off;   ·ccb140·
 And so I chide the means that keeps me from it;   [ccb141]
 And so I say, I’ll cut the causes off,
 Flattering me with impossibilities.   [ccb143]
 My eye’s too quick, my heart o’erweens too much,   [ccb144]
 Unless my hand and strength could equal them.   ·ccb145·
 Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard;
 What other pleasure can the world afford?
 I’ll make my heaven in a lady’s lap,
 And deck my body in gay ornaments,
 And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.   [ccb150]
 O miserable thought! and more unlikely
 Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns!
 Why, love forswore me in my mother’s womb:
 And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,
 She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe,   ·ccb155·
 To shrink mine arm up like a wither’d shrub;   [ccb156]
 To make an envious mountain on my back,
 Where sits deformity to mock my body;
 To shape my legs of an unequal size;
 To disproportion me in every part,   ·ccb160·
 Like to a chaos, or an unlick’d bear-whelp   [ccb161]
 That carries no impression like the dam.
 And am I then a man to be beloved?   [ccb163]
 O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought!
 Then, since this earth affords no joy to me,   ·ccb165·
 But to command, to check, to o’erbear such
 As are of better person than myself,
 I’ll make my heaven to dream upon the crown,   [ccb168]
 And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell,   [ccb169]
 Until my mis-shaped trunk that bears this head   [ccb170]
 Be round impaled with a glorious crown.
 And yet I know not how to get the crown,   [ccb172]
 For many lives stand between me and home:
 And I,--like one lost in a thorny wood,
 That rends the thorns and is rent with the thorns,   [ccb175]
 Seeking a way and straying from the way;
 Not knowing how to find the open air,
 But toiling desperately to find it out,--
 Torment myself to catch the English crown:
 And from that torment I will free myself,   ·ccb180·
 Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.
 Why, I can smile, and murder whiles I smile,
 And cry ‘Content’ to that which grieves my heart,
 And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
 And frame my face to all occasions.   ·ccb185·
 I’ll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;   [ccb186]
 I’ll slay more gazers than the basilisk;
 I’ll play the orator as well as Nestor,
 Deceive more slily than Ulysses could,
 And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.   ·ccb190·
 I can add colours to the chameleon,   [ccb191]
 Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,
 And set the murderous Machiavel to school.   [ccb193]
 Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
 Tut, were it farther off, I’ll pluck it down.   [_Exit._   [ccb195]


SCENE III. _France. The_ KING’S _palace_.

_Flourish. Enter_ LEWIS _the French King, his sister_ BONA, _his
Admiral, called_ BOURBON: PRINCE EDWARD, QUEEN MARGARET, _and the_ EARL
OF OXFORD. LEWIS _sits, and riseth up again_.

 _K. Lew._ Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret,   [ccc001]
 Sit down with us: it ill befits thy state
 And birth, that thou shouldst stand while Lewis doth sit.   [ccc003]

 _Q. Mar._ No, mighty King of France: now Margaret
 Must strike her sail and learn awhile to serve   ·ccc005·
 Where kings command. I was, I must confess,
 Great Albion’s queen in former golden days:
 But now mischance hath trod my title down,
 And with dishonour laid me on the ground;
 Where I must take like seat unto my fortune,   ·ccc010·
 And to my humble seat conform myself.   [ccc011]

 _K. Lew._ Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this deep despair?

 _Q. Mar._ From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears
 And stops my tongue, while heart is drown’d in cares.   [ccc014]

 _K. Lew._ Whate’er it be, be thou still like thyself,   ·ccc015·
 And sit thee by our side: [_Seats her by him_] yield not thy
               neck   [ccc016]
 To fortune’s yoke, but let thy dauntless mind
 Still ride in triumph over all mischance.
 Be plain, Queen Margaret, and tell thy grief;
 It shall be eased, if France can yield relief.   ·ccc020·

 _Q. Mar._ Those gracious words revive my drooping thoughts   [ccc021]
 And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak.
 Now, therefore, be it known to noble Lewis,
 That Henry, sole possessor of my love,
 Is of a king become a banish’d man,   ·ccc025·
 And forced to live in Scotland a forlorn;   [ccc026]
 While proud ambitious Edward Duke of York
 Usurps the regal title and the seat
 Of England’s true-anointed lawful king.   [ccc029]
 This is the cause that I, poor Margaret,   ·ccc030·
 With this my son, Prince Edward, Henry’s heir,
 Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid;
 And if thou fail us, all our hope is done:   [ccc033]
 Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help;
 Our people and our peers are both misled,   ·ccc035·
 Our treasure seized, our soldiers put to flight,
 And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight.

 _K. Lew._ Renowned queen, with patience calm the storm,   [ccc038]
 While we bethink a means to break it off.

 _Q. Mar._ The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe.   ·ccc040·

 _K. Lew._ The more I stay, the more I’ll succour thee.

 _Q. Mar._ O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow.   [ccc042]
 And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow!

    _Enter_ WARWICK.

 _K. Lew._ What’s he approacheth boldly to our presence?   [ccc044]

 _Q. Mar._ Our Earl of Warwick, Edward’s greatest friend.   [ccc045]

 _K. Lew._ Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France?  [ccc046]
               [_He descends. She ariseth._

 _Q. Mar._ Ay, now begins a second storm to rise;
 For this is he that moves both wind and tide.

 _War._ From worthy Edward, king of Albion,
 My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend,   ·ccc050·
 I come, in kindness and unfeigned love,
 First, to do greetings to thy royal person;
 And then to crave a league of amity;
 And lastly, to confirm that amity
 With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant   ·ccc055·
 That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister,
 To England’s king in lawful marriage.

 _Q. Mar._ [_Aside_] If that go forward, Henry’s hope is done.  [ccc058]

 _War._ [_To Bona_] And, gracious madam, in our king’s behalf,  [ccc059]
 I am commanded, with your leave and favour,   ·ccc060·
 Humbly to kiss your hand and with my tongue   [ccc061]
 To tell the passion of my sovereign’s heart;
 Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears,
 Hath placed thy beauty’s image and thy virtue.   [ccc064]

 _Q. Mar._ King Lewis and Lady Bona, hear me speak,   ·ccc065·
 Before you answer Warwick. His demand
 Springs not from Edward’s well-meant honest love,
 But from deceit bred by necessity;
 For how can tyrants safely govern home,
 Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?   ·ccc070·
 To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice,
 That Henry liveth still; but were he dead,
 Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry’s son.
 Look, therefore, Lewis, that by this league and marriage   [ccc074]
 Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour;   [ccc075]
 For though usurpers sway the rule awhile,
 Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.

 _War._ Injurious Margaret!

 _Prince._                  And why not queen?   [ccc078]

 _War._ Because thy father Henry did usurp;
 And thou no more art prince than she is queen.   ·ccc080·

 _Oxf._ Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt,
 Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain;
 And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth,
 Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest;
 And, after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth,   ·ccc085·
 Who by his prowess conquered all France:
 From these our Henry lineally descends.

 _War._ Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse,
 You told not how Henry the Sixth hath lost
 All that which Henry the Fifth had gotten?   ·ccc090·
 Methinks these peers of France should smile at that.
 But for the rest, you tell a pedigree
 Of threescore and two years; a silly time
 To make prescription for a kingdom’s worth.

 _Oxf._ Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege,  ·ccc095·
 Whom thou obeyed’st thirty and six years,
 And not bewray thy treason with a blush?

 _War._ Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right,
 Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree?
 For shame! leave Henry, and call Edward king.   ·ccc100·

 _Oxf._ Call him my king by whose injurious doom
 My elder brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere,
 Was done to death? and more than so, my father,
 Even in the downfall of his mellow’d years,
 When nature brought him to the door of death?   ·ccc105·
 No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm,
 This arm upholds the house of Lancaster.

 _War._ And I the house of York.

 _K. Lew._ Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford,   [ccc109]
 Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside,   ·ccc110·
 While I use further conference with Warwick.   [ccc111]
               [_They stand aloof._

 _Q. Mar._ Heavens grant that Warwick’s words bewitch him not!

 _K. Lew._ Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience,
 Is Edward your true king? for I were loath
 To link with him that were not lawful chosen.   [ccc115]

 _War._ Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour.

 _K. Lew._ But is he gracious in the people’s eye?   [ccc117]

 _War._ The more that Henry was unfortunate.

 _K. Lew._ Then further, all dissembling set aside,
 Tell me for truth the measure of his love   ·ccc120·
 Unto our sister Bona.

 _War._                Such it seems
 As may beseem a monarch like himself.
 Myself have often heard him say and swear
 That this his love was an eternal plant,   [ccc124]
 Whereof the root was fix’d in virtue’s ground,   ·ccc125·
 The leaves and fruit maintain’d with beauty’s sun,
 Exempt from envy, but not from disdain,
 Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain.

 _K. Lew._ Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.

 _Bona._ Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine:   [ccc130]
 [_To War._] Yet I confess that often ere this day,   [ccc131]
 When I have heard your king’s desert recounted,
 Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire.

 _K. Lew._ Then, Warwick, thus: our sister shall be Edward’s;   [ccc134]
 And now forthwith shall articles be drawn   ·ccc135·
 Touching the jointure that your king must make,
 Which with her dowry shall be counterpoised.
 Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness
 That Bona shall be wife to the English king.

 _Prince._ To Edward, but not to the English king.   [ccc140]

 _Q. Mar._ Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device
 By this alliance to make void my suit:
 Before thy coming Lewis was Henry’s friend.

 _K. Lew._ And still is friend to him and Margaret:
 But if your title to the crown be weak,   ·ccc145·
 As may appear by Edward’s good success,
 Then ’tis but reason that I be released
 From giving aid which late I promised.
 Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand
 That your estate requires and mine can yield.   ·ccc150·

 _War._ Henry now lives in Scotland at his ease,
 Where having nothing, nothing can he lose.
 And as for you yourself, our quondam queen,
 You have a father able to maintain you;
 And better ’twere you troubled him than France.   [ccc155]

 _Q. Mar._ Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, peace,   [ccc156]
 Proud setter up and puller down of kings!
 I will not hence, till, with my talk and tears,
 Both full of truth, I make King Lewis behold
 Thy sly conveyance and thy lord’s false love;   ·ccc160·
 For both of you are birds of selfsame feather.   [ccc161]
               [_Post blows a horn within._

 _K. Lew._ Warwick, this is some post to us or thee.

    _Enter a_ Post.

 _Post._ [_To War._] My lord ambassador, these letters are for
               you,   [ccc163]
 Sent from your brother, Marquess Montague:   [ccc164]
 [_To Lewis_] These from our king unto your majesty:   ·ccc165·
 [_To Margaret_] And, madam, these for you; from whom I
               know not.   [ccc166]   [_They all read their letters._

 _Oxf._ I like it well that our fair queen and mistress
 Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his.

 _Prince._ Nay, mark how Lewis stamps, as he were nettled:   [ccc169]
 I hope all’s for the best.   ·ccc170·

 _K. Lew._ Warwick, what are thy news? and yours, fair queen?   [ccc171]

 _Q. Mar._ Mine, such as fill my heart with unhoped joys.   [ccc172]

 _War._ Mine, full of sorrow and heart’s discontent.

 _K. Lew._ What! has your king married the Lady Grey?
 And now, to soothe your forgery and his,   [ccc175]
 Sends me a paper to persuade me patience?
 Is this the alliance that he seeks with France?
 Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?

 _Q. Mar._ I told your majesty as much before:
 This proveth Edward’s love and Warwick’s honesty.   ·ccc180·

 _War._ King Lewis, I here protest, in sight of heaven,
 And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss,
 That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward’s,
 No more my king, for he dishonours me,
 But most himself, if he could see his shame.   ·ccc185·
 Did I forget that by the house of York
 My father came untimely to his death?
 Did I let pass the abuse done to my niece?
 Did I impale him with the regal crown?
 Did I put Henry from his native right?   ·ccc190·
 And am I guerdon’d at the last with shame?
 Shame on himself! for my desert is honour:
 And to repair my honour lost for him,
 I here renounce him and return to Henry.
 My noble queen, let former grudges pass,   ·ccc195·
 And henceforth I am thy true servitor:
 I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona
 And replant Henry in his former state.

 _Q. Mar._ Warwick, these words have turn’d my hate to love;   [ccc199]
 And I forgive and quite forget old faults,   ·ccc200·
 And joy that thou becomest King Henry’s friend.

 _War._ So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend,
 That, if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us
 With some few bands of chosen soldiers,
 I’ll undertake to land them on our coast   ·ccc205·
 And force the tyrant from his seat by war.
 ’Tis not his new-made bride shall succour him:
 And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me,
 He’s very likely now to fall from him,
 For matching more for wanton lust than honour,   ·ccc210·
 Or than for strength and safety of our country.

 _Bona._ Dear brother, how shall Bona be revenged
 But by thy help to this distressed queen?   [ccc213]

 _Q. Mar._ Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry live,
 Unless thou rescue him from foul despair?   ·ccc215·

 _Bona._ My quarrel and this English queen’s are one.

 _War._ And mine, fair Lady Bona, joins with yours.

 _K. Lew._ And mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret’s.
 Therefore at last I firmly am resolved
 You shall have aid.   ·ccc220·

 _Q. Mar._ Let me give humble thanks for all at once.

 _K. Lew._ Then, England’s messenger, return in post,
 And tell false Edward, thy supposed king,
 That Lewis of France is sending over masquers
 To revel it with him and his new bride:   ·ccc225·
 Thou seest what’s past, go fear thy king withal.

 _Bona._ Tell him, in hope he’ll prove a widower shortly,
 I’ll wear the willow garland for his sake.   [ccc228]

 _Q. Mar._ Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid aside,
 And I am ready to put armour on.   ·ccc230·

 _War._ Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,
 And therefore I’ll uncrown him ere’t be long.
 There’s thy reward: be gone.      [_Exit Post._

 _K. Lew._                    But, Warwick,   [ccc233]
 Thou and Oxford, with five thousand men,
 Shall cross the seas, and bid false Edward battle;   ·ccc235·
 And, as occasion serves, this noble queen
 And prince shall follow with a fresh supply.
 Yet, ere thou go, but answer me one doubt,
 What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty?

 _War._ This shall assure my constant loyalty,   ·ccc240·
 That if our queen and this young prince agree,
 I’ll join mine eldest daughter and my joy   [ccc242]
 To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands.

 _Q. Mar._ Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion.
 Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous,   ·ccc245·
 Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick;
 And, with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable,
 That only Warwick’s daughter shall be thine.

 _Prince._ Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it;   [ccc249]
 And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand.   ·ccc250·
               [_He gives his hand to Warwick._


 _K. Lew._ Why stay we now? These soldiers shall be levied,
 And thou, Lord Bourbon, our high admiral,
 Shalt waft them over with our royal fleet.   [ccc253]
 I long till Edward fall by war’s mischance,
 For mocking marriage with a dame of France.   [ccc255]
               [_Exeunt all but Warwick._

 _War._ I came from Edward as ambassador,
 But I return his sworn and mortal foe:
 Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me,
 But dreadful war shall answer his demand.
 Had he none else to make a stale but me?   ·ccc260·
 Then none but I shall turn his jest to sorrow.
 I was the chief that raised him to the crown,
 And I’ll be chief to bring him down again:
 Not that I pity Henry’s misery,
 But seek revenge on Edward’s mockery.   [_Exit._   ·ccc265·


ACT IV.


SCENE I. _London. The palace_.

_Enter_ GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, SOMERSET, _and_ MONTAGUE.

 _Glou._ Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you   [cda001]
 Of this new marriage with the Lady Grey?
 Hath not our brother made a worthy choice?

 _Clar._ Alas, you know, ’tis far from hence to France;
 How could he stay till Warwick made return?   ·cda005·

 _Som._ My lords, forbear this talk; here comes the king.

 _Glou._ And his well-chosen bride.

 _Clar._ I mind to tell him plainly what I think.   [cda008]

    _Flourish. Enter_ KING EDWARD, _attended;_ LADY GREY, _as
    Queen;_ PEMBROKE, STAFFORD, HASTINGS, _and others_.

 _K. Edw._ Now, brother of Clarence, how like you our choice,   [cda009]
 That you stand pensive, as half malcontent?   ·cda010·

 _Clar._ As well as Lewis of France, or the Earl of Warwick,   [cda011]
 Which are so weak of courage and in judgement
 That they’ll take no offence at our abuse.   [cda013]

 _K. Edw._ Suppose they take offence without a cause,
 They are but Lewis and Warwick: I am Edward,   ·cda015·
 Your king and Warwick’s, and must have my will.

 _Glou._ And shall have your will, because our king:   [cda017]
 Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.

 _K. Edw._ Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too?   [cda019]

 _Glou._ Not I:   [cda020]
 No, God forbid that I should wish them sever’d
 Whom God hath join’d together; ay, and ’twere pity
 To sunder them that yoke so well together.

 _K. Edw._ Setting your scorns and your mislike aside,
 Tell me some reason why the Lady Grey   ·cda025·
 Should not become my wife and England’s queen.   [cda026]
 And you too, Somerset and Montague,
 Speak freely what you think.

 _Clar._ Then this is mine opinion: that King Lewis   [cda029]
 Becomes your enemy, for mocking him   ·cda030·
 About the marriage of the Lady Bona.

 _Glou._ And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge,
 Is now dishonoured by this new marriage.   [cda033]

 _K. Edw._ What if both Lewis and Warwick be appeased
 By such invention as I can devise?   ·cda035·

 _Mont._ Yet, to have join’d with France in such alliance
 Would more have strengthen’d this our commonwealth
 ’Gainst foreign storms than any home-bred marriage.

 _Hast._ Why, knows not Montague that of itself
 England is safe, if true within itself?   ·cda040·

 _Mont._ But the safer when ’tis back’d with France.   [cda041]

 _Hast._ ’Tis better using France than trusting France:
 Let us be back’d with God and with the seas
 Which He hath given for fence impregnable,
 And with their helps only defend ourselves;   [cda045]
 In them and in ourselves our safety lies.

 _Clar._ For this one speech Lord Hastings well deserves
 To have the heir of the Lord Hungerford.

 _K. Edw._ Ay, what of that? it was my will and grant;
 And for this once my will shall stand for law.   ·cda050·

 _Glou._ And yet methinks your grace hath not done well,
 To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales
 Unto the brother of your loving bride;
 She better would have fitted me or Clarence:
 But in your bride you bury brotherhood.   ·cda055·

 _Clar._ Or else you would not have bestow’d the heir
 Of the Lord Bonville on your new wife’s son,
 And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere.

 _K. Edw._ Alas, poor Clarence! is it for a wife
 That thou art malcontent? I will provide thee.   ·cda060·

 _Clar._ In choosing for yourself, you show’d your judgement,   [cda061]
 Which being shallow, you shall give me leave
 To play the broker in mine own behalf;   [cda063]
 And to that end I shortly mind to leave you.

 _K. Edw._ Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be king,   ·cda065·
 And not be tied unto his brother’s will.

 _Q. Eliz._ My lords, before it pleased his majesty
 To raise my state to title of a queen,
 Do me but right, and you must all confess
 That I was not ignoble of descent;   ·cda070·
 And meaner than myself have had like fortune.
 But as this title honours me and mine,
 So your dislike, to whom I would be pleasing,   [cda073]
 Doth cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.

 _K. Edw._ My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns:   ·cda075·
 What danger or what sorrow can befall thee,
 So long as Edward is thy constant friend,
 And their true sovereign, whom they must obey?
 Nay, whom they shall obey, and love thee too,
 Unless they seek for hatred at my hands;   ·cda080·
 Which if they do, yet will I keep thee safe,
 And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath.

 _Glou._ I hear, yet say not much, but think the more.   [cda083]
               [_Aside._

    _Enter a_ Post.

 _K. Edw._ Now, messenger, what letters or what news   [cda084]
 From France?   ·cda085·

 _Post._ My sovereign liege, no letters; and few words,   [cda086]
 But such as I, without your special pardon,
 Dare not relate.

 _K. Edw._ Go to, we pardon thee: therefore, in brief,   [cda089]
 Tell me their words as near as thou canst guess them.   ·cda090·
 What answer makes King Lewis unto our letters?   [cda091]

 _Post._ At my depart, these were his very words:
 ‘Go tell false Edward, thy supposed king,   [cda093]
 That Lewis of France is sending over masquers
 To revel it with him and his new bride.’   ·cda095·

 _K. Edw._ Is Lewis so brave? belike he thinks me Henry.
 But what said Lady Bona to my marriage?

 _Post._ These were her words, utter’d with mild disdain:
 ‘Tell him, in hope he’ll prove a widower shortly,
 I’ll wear the willow garland for his sake.’   ·cda100·

 _K. Edw._ I blame not her, she could say little less;
 She had the wrong. But what said Henry’s queen?
 For I have heard that she was there in place.   [cda103]

 _Post._ ‘Tell him,’ quoth she, ‘my mourning weeds are done,   [cda104]
 And I am ready to put armour on.’   ·cda105·

 _K. Edw._ Belike she minds to play the Amazon.
 But what said Warwick to these injuries?

 _Post._ He, more incensed against your majesty
 Than all the rest, discharged me with these words:
 ‘Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,   ·cda110·
 And therefore I’ll uncrown him ere’t be long.’

 _K. Edw._ Ha! durst the traitor breathe out so proud words?
 Well, I will arm me, being thus forewarn’d:
 They shall have wars and pay for their presumption.
 But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret?   ·cda115·

 _Post._ Ay, gracious sovereign; they are so link’d in
               friendship,   [cda116]
 That young Prince Edward marries Warwick’s daughter.   [cda117]

 _Clar._ Belike the elder; Clarence will have the younger.   [cda118]
 Now, brother king, farewell, and sit you fast,
 For I will hence to Warwick’s other daughter;   ·cda120·
 That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage
 I may not prove inferior to yourself.
 You that love me and Warwick, follow me.
               [_Exit Clarence, and Somerset follows._

 _Glou._ [_Aside_] Not I:   [cda124]
 My thoughts aim at a further matter; I   ·cda125·
 Stay not for the love of Edward, but the crown.   [cda126]

 _K. Edw._ Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick!
 Yet am I arm’d against the worst can happen;
 And haste is needful in this desperate case.
 Pembroke and Stafford, you in our behalf   ·cda130·
 Go levy men, and make prepare for war;
 They are already, or quickly will be landed:   [cda132]
 Myself in person will straight follow you.
               [_Exeunt Pembroke and Stafford._
 But, ere I go, Hastings and Montague,
 Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest,   ·cda135·
 Are near to Warwick by blood and by alliance:
 Tell me if you love Warwick more than me?
 If it be so, then both depart to him;
 I rather wish you foes than hollow friends:
 But if you mind to hold your true obedience,   ·cda140·
 Give me assurance with some friendly vow,
 That I may never have you in suspect.

 _Mont._ So God help Montague as he proves true!

 _Hast._ And Hastings as he favours Edward’s cause!

 _K. Edw._ Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us?   ·cda145·

 _Glou._ Ay, in despite of all that shall withstand you.

 _K. Edw._ Why, so! then am I sure of victory.
 Now therefore let us hence; and lose no hour,
 Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power.      [_Exeunt._


SCENE II. _A plain in Warwickshire_.

_Enter_ WARWICK _and_ OXFORD, _with French soldiers_.

 _War._ Trust me, my lord, all hitherto goes well;   [cdb001]
 The common people by numbers swarm to us.   [cdb002]
 But see where Somerset and Clarence comes!   [cdb003]
 Speak suddenly, my lords, are we all friends?

    _Enter_ CLARENCE _and_ SOMERSET.

 _Clar._ Fear not that, my lord.   [cdb005]

 _War._ Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick;
 And welcome, Somerset: I hold it cowardice
 To rest mistrustful where a noble heart
 Hath pawn’d an open hand in sign of love;
 Else might I think that Clarence, Edward’s brother,   ·cdb010·
 Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings:
 But welcome, sweet Clarence; my daughter shall be thine.   [cdb012]
 And now what rests but, in night’s coverture,   [cdb013]
 Thy brother being carelessly encamp’d,
 His soldiers lurking in the towns about,   [cdb015]
 And but attended by a simple guard,
 We may surprise and take him at our pleasure?
 Our scouts have found the adventure very easy:
 That as Ulysses and stout Diomede
 With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus’ tents,   [cdb020]
 And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds,
 So we, well cover’d with the night’s black mantle,
 At unawares may beat down Edward’s guard
 And seize himself; I say not, slaughter him,
 For I intend but only to surprise him.   ·cdb025·
 You that will follow me to this attempt,   [cdb026]
 Applaud the name of Henry with your leader.
               [_They all cry_, ‘Henry!’
 Why, then, let’s on our way in silent sort:
 For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George!      [_Exeunt._


SCENE III. _Edward’s camp, near Warwick_.

_Enter three_ Watchmen, _to guard the_ KING’S _tent_.

 _First Watch._ Come on, my masters, each man take his stand:   [cdc001]
 The king by this is set him down to sleep.   [cdc002]

 _Second Watch._ What, will he not to bed?

 _First Watch._ Why, no; for he hath made a solemn vow
 Never to lie and take his natural rest   ·cdc005·
 Till Warwick or himself be quite suppress’d.

 _Second Watch._ To-morrow then belike shall be the day,
 If Warwick be so near as men report.

 _Third Watch._ But say, I pray, what nobleman is that
 That with the king here resteth in his tent?   ·cdc010·

 _First Watch._ ’Tis the Lord Hastings, the king’s chiefest friend.

 _Third Watch._ O, is it so? But why commands the king
 That his chief followers lodge in towns about him,
 While he himself keeps in the cold field?   [cdc014]

 _Second Watch._ ’Tis the more honour, because more
                dangerous.   [cdc015]

 _Third Watch._ Ay, but give me worship and quietness;
 I like it better than a dangerous honour.
 If Warwick knew in what estate he stands,
 ’Tis to be doubted he would waken him.

 _First Watch._ Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.   ·cdc020·

 _Second Watch._ Ay, wherefore else guard we his royal tent,   [cdc021]
 But to defend his person from night-foes?   [cdc022]

    _Enter_ WARWICK, CLARENCE, OXFORD, SOMERSET, _and French
    soldiers, silent all_.

 _War._ This is his tent; and see where stand his guard.   [cdc023]
 Courage, my masters! honour now or never!
 But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.   ·cdc025·

 _First Watch._ Who goes there?

 _Second Watch._ Stay, or thou diest!   [cdc027]
               [_Warwick and the rest cry all_, ‘Warwick! Warwick!’
                 _and set upon the Guard, who fly, crying_, ‘Arm! arm!’
                 _Warwick and the rest following them._

    _The drum playing and trumpet sounding, re-enter_ WARWICK,
    SOMERSET, _and the rest, bringing the_ KING _out in his gown,
    sitting in a chair._ RICHARD _and_ HASTINGS _fly over the
    stage_.

 _Som._ What are they that fly there?

 _War._ Richard and Hastings: let them go; here is   [cdc029]
 The duke.

 _K. Edw._ The duke! Why, Warwick, when we parted,   [cdc030]
 Thou call’dst me king.

 _War._                 Ay, but the case is alter’d:   [cdc031]
 When you disgraced me in my embassade,   [cdc032]
 Then I degraded you from being king,
 And come now to create you Duke of York.   [cdc034]
 Alas! how should you govern any kingdom,   ·cdc035·
 That know not how to use ambassadors,
 Nor how to be contented with one wife,
 Nor how to use your brothers brotherly,
 Nor how to study for the people’s welfare,
 Nor how to shroud yourself from enemies?   ·cdc040·

 _K. Edw._ Yea, brother of Clarence, art thou here too?   [cdc041]
 Nay, then I see that Edward needs must down.   [cdc042]
 Yet, Warwick, in despite of all mischance,
 Of thee thyself and all thy complices,
 Edward will always bear himself as king:   ·cdc045·
 Though fortune’s malice overthrow my state,
 My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.

 _War._ Then, for his mind, be Edward England’s king:
               [_Takes off his crown._
 But Henry now shall wear the English crown,
 And be true king indeed, thou but the shadow.   [cdc050]
 My Lord of Somerset, at my request,
 See that forthwith Duke Edward be convey’d
 Unto my brother, Archbishop of York.
 When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows,
 I’ll follow you, and tell what answer   [cdc055]
 Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him.   [cdc056]
 Now, for a while farewell, good Duke of York.   [cdc057]
               [_They lead him out forcibly._

 _K. Edw._ What fates impose, that men must needs abide;
 It boots not to resist both wind and tide. [_Exit, guarded._   [cdc059]

 _Oxf._ What now remains, my lords, for us to do   ·cdc060·
 But march to London with our soldiers?

 _War._ Ay, that’s the first thing that we have to do;
 To free king Henry from imprisonment
 And see him seated in the regal throne.         [_Exeunt._   [cdc064]


SCENE IV. _London. The palace_.

_Enter_ QUEEN ELIZABETH _and_ RIVERS.

 _Riv._ Madam, what makes you in this sudden change?   [cdd001]

 _Q. Eliz._ Why, brother Rivers, are you yet to learn   [cdd002]
 What late misfortune is befall’n King Edward?   [cdd003]

 _Riv._ What! loss of some pitch’d battle against Warwick?   [cdd004]

 _Q. Eliz._ No, but the loss of his own royal person.   ·cdd005·

 _Riv._ Then is my sovereign slain?

 _Q. Eliz._ Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner,
 Either betray’d by falsehood of his guard
 Or by his foe surprised at unawares:
 And, as I further have to understand,   ·cdd010·
 Is new committed to the Bishop of York,   [cdd011]
 Fell Warwick’s brother and by that our foe.

 _Riv._ These news I must confess are full of grief;
 Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may:
 Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day.   ·cdd015·

 _Q. Eliz._ Till then fair hope must hinder life’s decay.   [cdd016]
 And I the rather wean me from despair   [cdd017]
 For love of Edward’s offspring in my womb:
 This is it that makes me bridle passion   [cdd019]
 And bear with mildness my misfortune’s cross;   [cdd020]
 Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear
 And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs,
 Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown

 King Edward’s fruit, true heir to the English crown.

 _Riv._ But, madam, where is Warwick then become?   [cdd025]

 _Q. Eliz._ I am inform’d that he comes towards London,   [cdd026]
 To set the crown once more on Henry’s head:
 Guess thou the rest; King Edward’s friends must down,   [cdd028]
 But, to prevent the tyrant’s violence,--
 For trust not him that hath once broken faith,--   ·cdd030·
 I’ll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary,
 To save at least the heir of Edward’s right:
 There shall I rest secure from force and fraud.
 Come, therefore, let us fly while we may fly:
If Warwick take us we are sure to die.   [_Exeunt._   ·cdd035·


SCENE V. _A park near Middleham Castle in Yorkshire_.

_Enter_ GLOUCESTER, LORD HASTINGS, _and_ SIR WILLIAM
STANLEY.

 _Glou._ Now, my Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley,   [cde001]
 Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither,
 Into this chiefest thicket of the park.
 Thus stands the case: you know our king, my brother,   [cde004]
 Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands   [cde005]
 He hath good usage and great liberty,
 And, often but attended with weak guard,
 Comes hunting this way to disport himself.   [cde008]
 I have advertised him by secret means
 That if about this hour he make this way   ·cde010·
 Under the colour of his usual game,
 He shall here find his friends with horse and men
 To set him free from his captivity.   [cde013]

    _Enter_ KING EDWARD _and a_ Huntsman _with him_.

 _Hunt._ This way, my lord; for this way lies the game.   [cde014]

 _K. Edw._ Nay, this way, man: see where the huntsmen stand.   [cde015]
 Now, brother of Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and the rest,   [cde016]
 Stand you thus close, to steal the bishop’s deer?

 _Glou._ Brother, the time and case requireth haste:
 Your horse stands ready at the park-corner.   [cde019]

 _K. Edw._ But whither shall we then?

 _Hast._                              To Lynn, my lord,   [cde020]
 And ship from thence to Flanders.   [cde021]

 _Glou._ Well guess’d, believe me; for that was my meaning.   [cde022]

 _K. Edw._ Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness.

 _Glou._ But wherefore stay we? ’tis no time to talk.

 _K. Edw._ Huntsman, what say’st thou? wilt thou go along?   [cde025]

 _Hunt._ Better do so than tarry and be hang’d.

 _Glou._ Come then, away; let’s ha’ no more ado.   [cde027]

 _K. Edw._ Bishop, farewell: shield thee from Warwick’s
               frown;   [cde028]
 And pray that I may repossess the crown.        [_Exeunt._


SCENE VI. _London. The Tower_.

_Flourish. Enter_ KING HENRY, CLARENCE, WARWICK, SOMERSET,
_young_ RICHMOND, OXFORD, MONTAGUE, _and_ Lieutenant of the
Tower.

 _K. Hen._ Master lieutenant, now that God and friends   [cdf001]
 Have shaken Edward from the regal seat,
 And turn’d my captive state to liberty,
 My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys,
 At our enlargement what are thy due fees?   ·cdf005·

 _Lieu._ Subjects may challenge nothing of their sovereigns;
 But if an humble prayer may prevail,
 I then crave pardon of your majesty.

 _K. Hen._ For what, lieutenant? for well using me?
 Nay, be thou sure I’ll well requite thy kindness,   ·cdf010·
 For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure;   [cdf011]
 Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds
 Conceive when after many moody thoughts
 At last by notes of household harmony
 They quite forget their loss of liberty.   ·cdf015·
 But, Warwick, after God, thou set’st me free,
 And chiefly therefore I thank God and thee;
 He was the author, thou the instrument.
 Therefore, that I may conquer fortune’s spite
 By living low, where fortune cannot hurt me,   ·cdf020·
 And that the people of this blessed land
 May not be punish’d with my thwarting stars,
 Warwick, although my head still wear the crown,
 I here resign my government to thee,
 For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.   ·cdf025·

 _War._ Your grace hath still been famed for virtuous;
 And now may seem as wise as virtuous,
 By spying and avoiding fortune’s malice,
 For few men rightly temper with the stars:
 Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace,   ·cdf030·
 For choosing me when Clarence is in place.

 _Clar._ No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway,
 To whom the heavens in thy nativity
 Adjudged an olive branch and laurel crown,
 As likely to be blest in peace and war;   ·cdf035·
 And therefore I yield thee my free consent.

 _War._ And I choose Clarence only for protector.

 _K. Hen._ Warwick and Clarence, give me both your hands:
 Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts,
 That no dissension hinder government:   ·cdf040·
 I make you both protectors of this land,
 While I myself will lead a private life
 And in devotion spend my latter days,
 To sin’s rebuke and my Creator’s praise.

 _War._ What answers Clarence to his sovereign’s will?   ·cdf045·

 _Clar._ That he consents, if Warwick yield consent;
 For on thy fortune I repose myself.

 _War._ Why, then, though loath, yet must I be content:
 We’ll yoke together, like a double shadow
 To Henry’s body, and supply his place;   ·cdf050·
 I mean, in bearing weight of government,
 While he enjoys the honour and his ease.
 And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful   [cdf053]
 Forthwith that Edward be pronounced a traitor,
 And all his lands and goods be confiscate.   [cdf055]

 _Clar._ What else? and that succession be determined.   [cdf056]

 _War._ Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.

 _K. Hen._ But, with the first of all your chief affairs,   [cdf058]
 Let me entreat, for I command no more,
 That Margaret your queen and my son Edward   ·cdf060·
 Be sent for, to return from France with speed;
 For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear
 My joy of liberty is half eclipsed.

 _Clar._ It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.

 _K. Hen._ My Lord of Somerset, what youth is that,   ·cdf065·
 Of whom you seem to have so tender care?

 _Som._ My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Richmond.

 _K. Hen._ Come hither, England’s hope. [_Lays his hand
               on his head_] If secret powers   [cdf068]
 Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts,
 This pretty lad will prove our country’s bliss.   [cdf070]
 His looks are full of peaceful majesty,
 His head by nature framed to wear a crown,
 His hand to wield a sceptre, and himself
 Likely in time to bless a regal throne.
 Make much of him, my lords, for this is he   ·cdf075·
 Must help you more than you are hurt by me.   [cdf076]

    _Enter a_ Post.

 _War._ What news, my friend?   [cdf077]

 _Post._ That Edward is escaped from your brother,
 And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.

 _War._ Unsavoury news! but how made he escape?   ·cdf080·

 _Post._ He was convey’d by Richard duke of Gloucester
 And the Lord Hastings, who attended him
 In secret ambush on the forest side
 And from the bishop’s huntsmen rescued him;
 For hunting was his daily exercise.   ·cdf085·

 _War._ My brother was too careless of his charge.
 But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide
 A salve for any sore that may betide.   [cdf088]
               [_Exeunt all but Somerset, Richmond, and Oxford._

 _Som._ My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward’s;
 For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help,   ·cdf090·
 And we shall have more wars before’t be long.
 As Henry’s late presaging prophecy
 Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond,
 So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts
 What may befall him, to his harm and ours:   ·cdf095·
 Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst,
 Forthwith we’ll send him hence to Brittany,
 Till storms be past of civil enmity.

 _Oxf._ Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown,
 ’Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall down.   ·cdf100·

 _Som._ It shall be so; he shall to Brittany.
 Come, therefore, let’s about it speedily.       [_Exeunt._


SCENE VII. _Before York_.

_Flourish. Enter_ KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, _and_
Soldiers.

 _K. Edw._ Now, brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest,   [cdg001]
 Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,
 And says that once more I shall interchange
 My waned state for Henry’s regal crown.   [cdg004]
 Well have we pass’d and now repass’d the seas   ·cdg005·
 And brought desired help from Burgundy:
 What then remains, we being thus arrived
 From Ravenspurgh haven before the gates of York,   [cdg008]
 But that we enter, as into our dukedom?

 _Glou._ The gates made fast! Brother, I like not this;   [cdg010]
 For many men that stumble at the threshold
 Are well foretold that danger lurks within.

 _K. Edw._ Tush, man, abodements must not now affright us:
 By fair or foul means we must enter in,
 For hither will our friends repair to us.   ·cdg015·

 _Hast._ My liege, I’ll knock once more to summon them.   [cdg016]

    _Enter, on the walls, the_ Mayor of York _and his Brethren_.

 _May._ My lords, we were forewarned of your coming,   [cdg017]
 And shut the gates for safety of ourselves;
 For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.

 _K. Edw._ But, master mayor, if Henry be your king,   ·cdg020·
 Yet Edward at the least is Duke of York.

 _May._ True, my good lord; I know you for no less.

 _K. Edw._ Why, and I challenge nothing but my dukedom,
 As being well content with that alone.

 _Glou._ [_Aside_] But when the fox hath once got in his
               nose,   [cdg025]
 He’ll soon find means to make the body follow.

 _Hast._ Why, master mayor, why stand you in a doubt?
 Open the gates; we are King Henry’s friends.

 _May._ Ay, say you so? the gates shall then be open’d.   [cdg029]
               [_They descend._

 _Glou._ A wise stout captain, and soon persuaded!   [cdg030]

 _Hast._ The good old man would fain that all were well,
 So ’twere not ’long of him; but being enter’d,   [cdg032]
 I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade
 Both him and all his brothers unto reason.   [cdg034]

    _Enter the_ Mayor _and two_ Aldermen, _below_.

 _K. Edw._ So, master mayor: these gates must not be shut   ·cdg035·
 But in the night or in the time of war.
 What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys;
               [_Takes his keys._
 For Edward will defend the town and thee,
 And all those friends that deign to follow me.   [cdg039]

    _March. Enter_ MONTGOMERY, _with drum and soldiers_.

 _Glou._ Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,   ·cdg040·
 Our trusty friend, unless I be deceived.

 _K. Edw._ Welcome, Sir John! But why come you in arms?

 _Mont._ To help King Edward in his time of storm,
 As every loyal subject ought to do.

 _K. Edw._ Thanks, good Montgomery; but we now forget   [cdg045]
 Our title to the crown and only claim
 Our dukedom till God please to send the rest.

 _Mont._ Then fare you well, for I will hence again:
 I came to serve a king and not a duke.
 Drummer, strike up, and let us march away.   [cdg050]
               [_The drum begins to march._

 _K. Edw._ Nay, stay, Sir John, awhile, and we’ll debate
 By what safe means the crown may be recover’d.

 _Mont._ What talk you of debating? in few words,
 If you’ll not here proclaim yourself our king,
 I’ll leave you to your fortune and be gone   ·cdg055·
 To keep them back that come to succour you:
 Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title?   [cdg057]

 _Glou._ Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points?

 _K. Edw._ When we grow stronger, then we’ll make our claim:   [cdg059]
 Till then, ’tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.   ·cdg060·

 _Hast._ Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must rule.   [cdg061]

 _Glou._ And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
 Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand;
 The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.

 _K. Edw._ Then be it as you will; for ’tis my right,   ·cdg065·
 And Henry but usurps the diadem.

 _Mont._ Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself;
 And now will I be Edward’s champion.

 _Hast._ Sound trumpet; Edward shall be here proclaim’d:
 Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation.   [cdg070]
               [_Flourish._

 _Sold._ Edward the Fourth, by the grace of God, king   [cdg071]
 of England and France, and lord of Ireland, &c.

 _Mont._ And whosoe’er gainsays King Edward’s right,
 By this I challenge him to single fight.
               [_Throws down his gauntlet._

 _All._ Long live Edward the Fourth!   ·cdg075·

 _K. Edw._ Thanks, brave Montgomery; and thanks unto you all:   [cdg076]
 If fortune serve me, I’ll requite this kindness.
 Now, for this night, let’s harbour here in York;   [cdg078]
 And when the morning sun shall raise his car
 Above the border of this horizon,   ·cdg080·
 We’ll forward towards Warwick and his mates;
 For well I wot that Henry is no soldier.
 Ah, froward Clarence! how evil it beseems thee,   [cdg083]
 To flatter Henry and forsake thy brother!
 Yet, as we may, we’ll meet both thee and Warwick.   ·cdg085·
 Come on, brave soldiers: doubt not of the day,
 And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay.      [_Exeunt._


SCENE VIII. _London. The palace_.

_Flourish. Enter_ KING HENRY, WARWICK, MONTAGUE, CLARENCE,
EXETER, _and_ OXFORD.

 _War._ What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia,   [cdh001]
 With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders,   [cdh002]
 Hath pass’d in safety through the narrow seas,
 And with his troops doth march amain to London;
 And many giddy people flock to him.   ·cdh005·

 _K. Hen._ Let’s levy men, and beat him back again.

 _Clar._ A little fire is quickly trodden out;
 Which, being suffer’d, rivers cannot quench.

 _War._ In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends,
 Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war;   ·cdh010·
 Those will I muster up: and thou, son Clarence,
 Shalt stir up in Suffolk, Norfolk and in Kent,   [cdh012]
 The knights and gentlemen to come with thee:
 Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,
 Northampton and in Leicestershire, shalt find   [cdh015]
 Men well inclined to hear what thou command’st:
 And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well beloved,
 In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.
 My sovereign, with the loving citizens,
 Like to his island girt in with the ocean,   [cdh020]
 Or modest Dian circled with her nymphs,
 Shall rest in London till we come to him.
 Fair lords, take leave and stand not to reply.
 Farewell, my sovereign.

 _K. Hen._ Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy’s true hope.   ·cdh025·

 _Clar._ In sign of truth, I kiss your highness’ hand.

 _K. Hen._ Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate!

 _Mont._ Comfort, my lord; and so I take my leave.

 _Oxf._ And thus I seal my truth, and bid adieu.   [cdh029]

 _K. Hen._ Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,   ·cdh030·
 And all at once, once more a happy farewell.

 _War._ Farewell, sweet lords: let’s meet at Coventry.   [cdh032]
               [_Exeunt all but King Henry and Exeter._

 _K. Hen._ Here at the palace will I rest awhile.
 Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship?
 Methinks the power that Edward hath in field   ·cdh035·
 Should not be able to encounter mine.   [cdh036]

 _Exe._ The doubt is that he will seduce the rest.

 _K. Hen._ That’s not my fear; my meed hath got me fame:   [cdh038]
 I have not stopp’d mine ears to their demands,
 Nor posted off their suits with slow delays;   [cdh040]
 My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
 My mildness hath allay’d their swelling griefs,
 My mercy dried their water-flowing tears;   [cdh043]
 I have not been desirous of their wealth,
 Nor much oppress’d them with great subsidies,   [cdh045]
 Nor forward of revenge, though they much err’d:
 Then why should they love Edward more than me?
 No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace:
 And when the lion fawns upon the lamb,
 The lamb will never cease to follow him.   [cdh050]
               [_Shout within_, ‘A Lancaster! A Lancaster!’

 _Exe._ Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are these?   [cdh051]

    _Enter_ KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, _and_ Soldiers.

 _K. Edw._ Seize on the shame-faced Henry, bear him hence;
 And once again proclaim us king of England.
 You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow:   [cdh054]
 Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry,   ·cdh055·
 And swell so much the higher by their ebb.
 Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak.   [cdh057]
               [_Exeunt some with King Henry._
 And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course,
 Where peremptory Warwick now remains:
 The sun shines hot; and, if we use delay,   ·cdh060·
 Cold biting winter mars our hoped-for hay.   [cdh061]

 _Glou._ Away betimes, before his forces join,
 And take the great-grown traitor unawares:
 Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.      [_Exeunt._


ACT V.


SCENE I. _Coventry_.

_Enter_ WARWICK, _the_ Mayor of Coventry, _two_ Messengers, _and
others upon the walls_.

 _War._ Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?   [cea001]
 How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?

 _First Mess._ By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.

 _War._ How far off is our brother Montague?
 Where is the post that came from Montague?   ·cea005·

 _Second Mess._ By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.

    _Enter_ SIR JOHN SOMERVILE.

 _War._ Say, Somervile, what says my loving son?   [cea007]
 And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now?

 _Som._ At Southam I did leave him with his forces,
 And do expect him here some two hours hence.   [cea010]
               [_Drum heard._

 _War._ Then Clarence is at hand; I hear his drum.

 _Som._ It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies:   [cea012]
 The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick.   [cea013]

 _War._ Who should that be? belike, unlook’d-for friends.

 _Som._ They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.   ·cea015·

    _March: flourish. Enter_ KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, _and
    soldiers_.

 _K. Edw._ Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle.   [cea016]

 _Glou._ See how the surly Warwick mans the wall!

 _War._ O unbid spite! is sportful Edward come?
 Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced,
 That we could hear no news of his repair?   ·cea020·

 _K. Edw._ Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates,
 Speak gentle words and humbly bend thy knee,
 Call Edward king and at his hands beg mercy?   [cea023]
 And he shall pardon thee these outrages.

 _War._ Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,   ·cea025·
 Confess who set thee up and pluck’d thee down,
 Call Warwick patron and be penitent?   [cea027]
 And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.

 _Glou._ I thought, at least, he would have said the king;
 Or did he make the jest against his will?   ·cea030·

 _War._ Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?

 _Glou._ Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give:
 I’ll do thee service for so good a gift.

 _War._ ’Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.

 _K. Edw._ Why then ’tis mine, if but by Warwick’s gift.   ·cea035·

 _War._ Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight:
 And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again;
 And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.

 _K. Edw._ But Warwick’s king is Edward’s prisoner:
 And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this:   ·cea040·
 What is the body when the head is off?

 _Glou._ Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,
 But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,   [cea043]
 The king was slily finger’d from the deck!   [cea044]
 You left poor Henry at the Bishop’s palace,   ·cea045·
 And, ten to one, you’ll meet him in the Tower.

 _K. Edw._ ’Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.

 _Glou._ Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel
               down:   [cea048]
 Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools.

 _War._ I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,   [cea050]
 And with the other fling it at thy face,
 Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.

 _K. Edw._ Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend,
 This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair,
 Shall, whiles thy head is warm and new cut off,   ·cea055·
 Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,
 ‘Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.’   [cea057]

    _Enter_ OXFORD, _with drum and colours_.

 _War._ O cheerful colours! see where Oxford comes!   [cea058]

 _Oxf._ Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!   [cea059]
               [_He and his forces enter the city._

 _Glou._ The gates are open, let us enter too.   ·cea060·

 _K. Edw._ So other foes may set upon our backs.
 Stand we in good array; for they no doubt
 Will issue out again and bid us battle:
 If not, the city being but of small defence,   [cea064]
 We’ll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.   ·cea065·

 _War._ O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help.

    _Enter_ MONTAGUE, _with drum and colours_.

 _Mont._ Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!   [cea067]
               [_He and his forces enter the city._

 _Glou._ Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason   [cea068]
 Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.

 _K. Edw._ The harder match’d, the greater victory:   ·cea070·
 My mind presageth happy gain and conquest.

    _Enter_ SOMERSET, _with drum and colours_.

 _Som._ Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!
               [_He and his forces enter the city._

 _Glou._ Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset,
 Have sold their lives unto the house of York;
 And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold.   ·cea075·

    _Enter_ CLARENCE, _with drum and colours_.

 _War._ And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along,
 Of force enough to bid his brother battle;
 With whom an upright zeal to right prevails   [cea078]
 More than the nature of a brother’s love!   [cea079]
 Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call.   ·cea080·

 _Clar._ Father of Warwick, know you what this means?   [cea081]
               [_Taking his red rose out of his hat._
 Look here, I throw my infamy at thee:
 I will not ruinate my father’s house,
 Who gave his blood to lime the stones together,
 And set up Lancaster. Why, trow’st thou, Warwick,   [cea085]
 That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural,   [cea086]
 To bend the fatal instruments of war
 Against his brother and his lawful king?
 Perhaps thou wilt object my holy oath:
 To keep that oath were more impiety   ·cea090·
 Than Jephthah’s, when he sacrificed his daughter.   [cea091]
 I am so sorry for my trespass made
 That, to deserve well at my brother’s hands,
 I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe,
 With resolution, wheresoe’er I meet thee--   ·cea095·
 As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad--
 To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.
 And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee,
 And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.
 Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends:   ·cea100·
 And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,
 For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.

 _K. Edw._ Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved,
 Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.   [cea104]

 _Glo._ Welcome, good Clarence; this is brother-like.   ·cea105·

 _War._ O passing traitor, perjured and unjust!

 _K. Edw._ What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town, and fight?
 Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?

 _War._ Alas, I am not coop’d here for defence!
 I will away towards Barnet presently,   ·cea110·
 And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou darest.

 _K. Edw._ Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way.
 Lords, to the field; Saint George and victory!
               [_Exeunt King Edward and his company. March. Warwick and
                 his company follow._


SCENE II. _A field of battle near Barnet_.

_Alarum and excursions. Enter_ KING EDWARD, _bringing forth_
WARWICK _wounded_.

 _K. Edw._ So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our fear;   [ceb001]
 For Warwick was a bug that fear’d us all.   [ceb002]
 Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,
 That Warwick’s bones may keep thine company.      [_Exit._

 _War._ Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe,   ·ceb005·
 And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick?
 Why ask I that? my mangled body shows,
 My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows,
 That I must yield my body to the earth
 And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.   ·ceb010·
 Thus yields the cedar to the axe’s edge,   [ceb011]
 Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,
 Under whose shade the ramping lion slept,
 Whose top-branch overpeer’d Jove’s spreading tree
 And kept low shrubs from winter’s powerful wind.   ·ceb015·
 These eyes, that now are dimm’d with death’s black veil,
 Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,
 To search the secret treasons of the world:
 The wrinkles in my brows, now fill’d with blood,
 Were liken’d oft to kingly sepulchres;   ·ceb020·
 For who lived king, but I could dig his grave?
 And who durst smile when Warwick bent his brow?   [ceb022]
 Lo, now my glory smear’d in dust and blood!
 My parks, my walks, my manors that I had,
 Even now forsake me, and of all my lands   ·ceb025·
 Is nothing left me but my body’s length.
 Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?
 And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

    _Enter_ OXFORD _and_ SOMERSET.

 _Som._ Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we are,
 We might recover all our loss again:   ·ceb030·
 The queen from France hath brought a puissant power:
 Even now we heard the news: ah, couldst thou fly!

 _War._ Why, then I would not fly. Ah, Montague,
 If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand,
 And with thy lips keep in my soul awhile!   ·ceb035·
 Thou lovest me not; for, brother, if thou didst,
 Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood
 That glues my lips and will not let me speak.
 Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.

 _Som._ Ah, Warwick! Montague hath breathed his last;   ·ceb040·
 And to the latest gasp cried out for Warwick   [ceb041]
 And said ‘Commend me to my valiant brother.’
 And more he would have said, and more he spoke,
 Which sounded like a clamour in a vault,   [ceb044]
 That mought not be distinguish’d; but at last   [ceb045]
 I well might hear, deliver’d with a groan,
 ‘O, farewell, Warwick!’

 _War._ Sweet rest his soul! Fly, lords, and save yourselves;   [ceb048]

 For Warwick bids you all farewell, to meet in heaven.
               [_Dies._

 _Oxf._ Away, away, to meet the queen’s great power!   ·ceb050·
               [_Here they bear away his body. Exeunt._


SCENE III. _Another part of the field_.

_Flourish. Enter_ KING EDWARD _in triumph; with_ GLOUCESTER,
CLARENCE, _and the rest_.

 _K. Edw._ Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course,   [cec001]
 And we are graced with wreaths of victory.
 But, in the midst of this bright-shining day,
 I spy a black, suspicious, threatening cloud,
 That will encounter with our glorious sun,   ·cec005·
 Ere he attain his easeful western bed:
 I mean, my lords, those powers that the queen
 Hath raised in Gallia have arrived our coast
 And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.

 _Clar._ A little gale will soon disperse that cloud   ·cec010·
 And blow it to the source from whence it came:
 The very beams will dry those vapours up,
 For every cloud engenders not a storm.

 _Glo._ The queen is valued thirty thousand strong,
 And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her:   ·cec015·
 If she have time to breathe, be well assured
 Her faction will be full as strong as ours.

 _K. Edw._ We are advertised by our loving friends
 That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury:   [cec019]
 We, having now the best at Barnet field,   ·cec020·
 Will thither straight, for willingness rids way;
 And, as we march, our strength will be augmented
 In every county as we go along.
 Strike up the drum; cry ‘Courage!’ and away.      [_Exeunt._


SCENE IV. _Plains near Tewksbury_.

_March. Enter_ QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, SOMERSET,
OXFORD, _and_ Soldiers.

 _Q. Mar._ Great lords, wise men ne’er sit and wail their
               loss,   [ced001]
 But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
 What though the mast be now blown overboard,
 The cable broke, the holding-anchor lost,
 And half our sailors swallow’d in the flood?   ·ced005·
 Yet lives our pilot still. Is’t meet that he
 Should leave the helm and like a fearful lad
 With tearful eyes add water to the sea
 And give more strength to that which hath too much,
 Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock,   [ced010]
 Which industry and courage might have saved?
 Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this!
 Say Warwick was our anchor; what of that?
 And Montague our topmast; what of him?
 Our slaughter’d friends the tackles; what of these?   ·ced015·
 Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?   [ced016]
 And Somerset another goodly mast?
 The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?   [ced018]
 And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I
 For once allow’d the skilful pilot’s charge?   ·ced020·
 We will not from the helm to sit and weep,
 But keep our course, though the rough wind say no,
 From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck.
 As good to chide the waves as speak them fair.
 And what is Edward but a ruthless sea?   ·ced025·
 What Clarence but a quicksand of deceit?
 And Richard but a ragged fatal rock?   [ced027]
 All these the enemies to our poor bark.
 Say you can swim; alas, ’tis but a while!
 Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink:   ·ced030·
 Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off,
 Or else you famish; that’s a threefold death.
 This speak I, lords, to let you understand,
 If case some one of you would fly from us,   [ced034]
 That there’s no hoped-for mercy with the brothers   [ced035]
 More than with ruthless waves, with sands and rocks.
 Why, courage then! what cannot be avoided
 ’Twere childish weakness to lament or fear.

 _Prince._ Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit
 Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,   ·ced040·
 Infuse his breast with magnanimity
 And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
 I speak not this as doubting any here;
 For did I but suspect a fearful man,
 He should have leave to go away betimes,   ·ced045·
 Lest in our need he might infect another
 And make him of like spirit to himself.
 If any such be here--as God forbid!--
 Let him depart before we need his help.

 _Oxf._ Women and children of so high a courage,   ·ced050·
 And warriors faint! why, ’twere perpetual shame.
 O brave young prince! thy famous grandfather
 Doth live again in thee: long mayst thou live
 To bear his image and renew his glories!

 _Som._ And he that will not fight for such a hope,   ·ced055·
 Go home to bed, and like the owl by day,
 If he arise, be mock’d and wonder’d at.

 _Q. Mar._ Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, thanks.

 _Prince._ And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else.

    _Enter a_ Messenger.

 _Mess._ Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand,   ·ced060·
 Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.

 _Oxf._ I thought no less: it is his policy
 To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.

 _Som._ But he’s deceived; we are in readiness.

 _Q. Mar._ This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness.   ·ced065·

 _Oxf._ Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge.   [ced066]

    _Flourish and March. Enter_ KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER,
    CLARENCE, _and soldiers_.

 _K. Edw._ Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood,   [ced067]
 Which, by the heavens’ assistance and your strength,
 Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.
 I need not add more fuel to your fire,   ·ced070·
 For well I wot ye blaze to burn them out:
 Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords!   [ced072]

 _Q. Mar._ Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say
 My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,
 Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.   [ced075]
 Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign,
 Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp’d,
 His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain,
 His statutes cancell’d and his treasure spent;
 And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil.   ·ced080·
 You fight in justice: then, in God’s name, lords,
 Be valiant, and give signal to the fight.   [ced082]
               [_Alarum: Retreat: Excursions. Exeunt._


SCENE V. _Another part of the field_.

_Flourish. Enter_ KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, _and
soldiers; with_ QUEEN MARGARET, OXFORD, _and_ SOMERSET,
_prisoners_.

 _K. Edw._ Now here a period of tumultuous broils.   [cee001]
 Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight:   [cee002]
 For Somerset, off with his guilty head.
 Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak.

 _Oxf._ For my part, I’ll not trouble thee with words.   ·cee005·

 _Som._ Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune.   [cee006]
               [_Exeunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded._

 _Q. Mar._ So part we sadly in this troublous world,
 To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.

 _K. Edw._ Is proclamation made, that who finds Edward
 Shall have a high reward, and he his life?   ·cee010·

 _Glo._ It is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes!   [cee011]

    _Enter_ Soldiers, _with_ PRINCE EDWARD.

 _K. Edw._ Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak.   [cee012]
 What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
 Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make
 For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects,   ·cee015·
 And all the trouble thou hast turn’d me to?   [cee016]

 _Prince._ Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York!   [cee017]
 Suppose that I am now my father’s mouth;
 Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou,
 Whilst I propose the selfsame words to thee,   ·cee020·
 Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.

 _Q. Mar._ Ah, that thy father had been so resolved!

 _Glou._ That you might still have worn the petticoat,
 And ne’er have stol’n the breech from Lancaster.

 _Prince._ Let Æsop fable in a winter’s night;   ·cee025·
 His currish riddles sort not with this place.   [cee026]

 _Glou._ By heaven, brat, I’ll plague ye for that word.   [cee027]

 _Q. Mar._ Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men.

 _Glou._ For God’s sake, take away this captive scold.

 _Prince._ Nay, take away this scolding crook-back rather.   ·cee030·

 _K. Edw._ Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.

 _Clar._ Untutor’d lad, thou art too malapert.

 _Prince._ I know my duty; you are all undutiful:   [cee033]
 Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured George,
 And thou mis-shapen Dick, I tell ye all   ·cee035·
 I am your better, traitors as ye are:
 And thou usurp’st my father’s right and mine.

 _K. Edw._ Take that, thou likeness of this railer here.   [cee038]
               [_Stabs him._

 _Glou._ Sprawl’st thou? take that, to end thy agony.   [cee039]
               [_Stabs him._

 _Clar._ And there’s for twitting me with perjury.   [cee040]
               [_Stabs him._

 _Q. Mar._ O, kill me too!

 _Glou._ Marry, and shall.       [_Offers to kill her._

 _K. Edw._ Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done too much.

 _Glou._ Why should she live, to fill the world with words?   [cee044]

 _K. Edw._ What, doth she swoon? use means for her recovery.   [cee045]

 _Glou._ Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother;
 I’ll hence to London on a serious matter:
 Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.   [cee048]

 _Clar._ What? what?

 _Glou._ The Tower, the Tower.                 [_Exit._   [cee050]

 _Q. Mar._ O Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy!
 Canst thou not speak? O traitors! murderers!
 They that stabb’d Cæsar shed no blood at all,
 Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,
 If this foul deed were by to equal it:   [cee055]
 He was a man; this, in respect, a child:
 And men ne’er spend their fury on a child.
 What’s worse than murderer, that I may name it?
 No, no, my heart will burst, an if I speak:   [cee059]
 And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.   ·cee060·
 Butchers and villains! bloody cannibals!
 How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp’d!
 You have no children, butchers! if you had,
 The thought of them would have stirr’d up remorse:
 But if you ever chance to have a child,   ·cee065·
 Look in his youth to have him so cut off
 As, deathsmen, you have rid this sweet young prince!

 _K. Edw._ Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce.

 _Q. Mar._ Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here;
 Here sheathe thy sword, I’ll pardon thee my death:   ·cee070·
 What, wilt thou not? then, Clarence, do it thou.

 _Clar._ By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease.

 _Q. Mar._ Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it.

 _Clar._ Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it?

 _Q. Mar._ Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself:   ·cee075·
 ’Twas sin before, but now ’tis charity.
 What, wilt thou not? Where is that devil’s butcher,   [cee077]
 Hard-favour’d Richard? Richard, where art thou?
 Thou art not here: murder is thy alms-deed;
 Petitioners for blood thou ne’er put’st back.   [cee080]

 _K. Edw._ Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence.

 _Q. Mar._ So come to you and yours, as to this prince!   [cee082]
               [_Exit, led out forcibly._

 _K. Edw._ Where’s Richard gone?

 _Clar._ To London, all in post; and, as I guess,
 To make a bloody supper in the Tower.   ·cee085·

 _K. Edw._ He’s sudden, if a thing comes in his head.
 Now march we hence: discharge the common sort
 With pay and thanks, and let’s away to London,
 And see our gentle queen how well she fares:
 By this, I hope, she hath a son for me.   [_Exeunt._   ·cee090·


SCENE VI. _London. The Tower_.

_Enter_ KING HENRY _and_ GLOUCESTER, _with the_ Lieutenant, _on
the walls_.

 _Glou._ Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard?   [cef001]

 _K. Hen._ Ay, my good lord:--my lord, I should say rather;
 ’Tis sin to flatter; ‘good’ was little better:
 ‘Good Gloucester’ and ‘good devil’ were alike,
 And both preposterous; therefore, not ‘good lord.’   ·cef005·

 _Glou._ Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer.   [cef006]
               [_Exit Lieutenant._

 _K. Hen._ So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf;   [cef007]
 So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece,   [cef008]
 And next his throat unto the butcher’s knife.
 What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?   [cef010]

 _Glou._ Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
 The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

 _K. Hen._ The bird that hath been limed in a bush,
 With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush;
 And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,   [cef015]
 Have now the fatal object in my eye
 Where my poor young was limed, was caught and kill’d.   [cef017]

 _Glou._ Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete,
 That taught his son the office of a fowl!
 And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown’d.   ·cef020·

 _K. Hen._ I, Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus;   [cef021]
 Thy father, Minos, that denied our course;
 The sun that sear’d the wings of my sweet boy
 Thy brother Edward, and thyself the sea
 Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.   ·cef025·
 Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words!
 My breast can better brook thy dagger’s point
 Than can my ears that tragic history.
 But wherefore dost thou come? is’t for my life?

 _Glou._ Think’st thou I am an executioner?   ·cef030·

 _K. Hen._ A persecutor, I am sure, thou art:
 If murdering innocents be executing,
 Why, then thou art an executioner.

 _Glou._ Thy son I kill’d for his presumption.

 _K. Hen._ Hadst thou been kill’d when first thou didst
               presume,   [cef035]
 Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine.
 And thus I prophesy, that many a thousand,
 Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear,
 And many an old man’s sigh and many a widow’s,
 And many an orphan’s water-standing eye--   ·cef040·
 Men for their sons, wives for their husbands,   [cef041]
 And orphans for their parents’ timeless death--   [cef042]
 Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
 The owl shriek’d at thy birth,--an evil sign;
 The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;   [cef045]
 Dogs howl’d, and hideous tempest shook down trees;   [cef046]
 The raven rook’d her on the chimney’s top,   [cef047]
 And chattering pies in dismal discords sung.   [cef048]
 Thy mother felt more than a mother’s pain,
 And yet brought forth less than a mother’s hope,   ·cef050·
 To wit, an indigested and deformed lump,   [cef051]
 Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.
 Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born,
 To signify thou camest to bite the world:
 And, if the rest be true which I have heard,   ·cef055·
 Thou camest--   [cef056]

 _Glou._ I’ll hear no more: die, prophet, in thy speech:   [cef057]
               [_Stabs him._
 For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain’d.

 _K. Hen._ Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.
 O, God forgive my sins, and pardon thee!   [_Dies._   ·cef060·

 _Glou._ What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster
 Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted.
 See how my sword weeps for the poor king’s death!
 O, may such purple tears be alway shed
 From those that wish the downfall of our house!   ·cef065·
 If any spark of life be yet remaining,
 Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither:
               [_Stabs him again._
 I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.
 Indeed, ’tis true that Henry told me of;
 For I have often heard my mother say   ·cef070·
 I came into the world with my legs forward:
 Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,
 And seek their ruin that usurp’d our right?
 The midwife wonder’d and the women cried
 ‘O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!’   ·cef075·
 And so I was; which plainly signified
 That I should snarl and bite and play the dog.
 Then, since the heavens have shaped my body so,
 Let hell make crook’d my mind to answer it.   [cef079]
 I have no brother, I am like no brother;   ·cef080·
 And this word ‘love,’ which greybeards call divine,
 Be resident in men like one another
 And not in me: I am myself alone.
 Clarence, beware; thou keep’st me from the light:   [cef084]
 But I will sort a pitchy day for thee;   ·cef085·
 For I will buz abroad such prophecies
 That Edward shall be fearful of his life,
 And then, to purge his fear, I’ll be thy death.
 King Henry and the prince his son are gone:
 Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest,   ·cef090·
 Counting myself but bad till I be best.
 I’ll throw thy body in another room
 And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom.   [cef093]
               [_Exit, with the body._


SCENE VII. _London. The palace_.

_Flourish. Enter_ KING EDWARD, QUEEN ELIZABETH, CLARENCE,
GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, _a_ Nurse _with the young Prince, and_
Attendants.

 _K. Edw._ Once more we sit in England’s royal throne,   [ceg001]
 Re-purchased with the blood of enemies.
 What valiant foemen, like to autumn’s corn,
 Have we mow’d down in tops of all their pride!   [ceg004]
 Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renown’d   [ceg005]
 For hardy and undoubted champions;   [ceg006]
 Two Cliffords, as the father and the son,
 And two Northumberlands; two braver men
 Ne’er spurr’d their coursers at the trumpet’s sound;
 With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague,   ·ceg010·
 That in their chains fetter’d the kingly lion
 And made the forest tremble when they roar’d.
 Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat
 And made our footstool of security.   [ceg014]
 Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy.   [ceg015]
 Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles and myself
 Have in our armours watch’d the winter’s night,   [ceg017]
 Went all afoot in summer’s scalding heat,
 That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace:
 And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.   [ceg020]

 _Glou._ [_Aside_] I’ll blast his harvest, if your head were
               laid;   [ceg021]
 For yet I am not look’d on in the world.
 This shoulder was ordain’d so thick to heave;
 And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:
 Work thou the way,--and thou shalt execute.   [ceg025]

 _K. Edw._ Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen;
 And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.   [ceg027]

 _Clar._ The duty that I owe unto your majesty   [ceg028]
 I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.

 _Q. Eliz._ Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks.   [ceg030]

 _Glou._ And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang’st,
 Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.
 [_Aside._] To say the truth, so Judas kiss’d his master,   [ceg033]
 And cried, ‘all hail!’ when as he meant all harm.

 _K. Edw._ Now am I seated as my soul delights,   ·ceg035·
 Having my country’s peace and brothers’ loves.

 _Clar._ What will your grace have done with Margaret?
 Reignier, her father, to the king of France   [ceg038]
 Hath pawn’d the Sicils and Jerusalem,
 And hither have they sent it for her ransom.   ·ceg040·

 _K. Edw._ Away with her, and waft her hence to France.
 And now what rests but that we spend the time   [ceg042]
 With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows,
 Such as befits the pleasure of the court?   [ceg044]
 Sound drums and trumpets! farewell sour annoy!   ·ceg045·
 For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.   [_Exeunt._   [ceg046]


LINENOTES TO III KING HENRY VI.

[caa001] ACT I. SCENE I.] Actus Primus. Scæna Prima. Ff.
¶ London.] Theobald. ¶ The Parliament-house.] Capell. Before the
Parliament-House. Hanmer. ¶ Alarum. Enter the Duke of York......]
Alarum. Enter Plantagenet...... Ff. Drums. Enter Soldiers of York’s
Party, as breaking in. Then, Enter the Duke of York...and others, with
white roses in their Hats. Capell, partly following (Qq). ¶ _hands._]
_hands!_ Theobald. _hands?_ Ff.

[caa011] _dangerously_] (Qq) Theobald. _dangerous_ Ff.

[caa013] [Showing his bloody sword. Capell.

[caa014] [To Warwick, showing his. Capell. To York, showing his. Malone.

[caa016] [Throwing down......head.] Theobald. Shewing...head. Hanmer.

[caa018] _But is your_] _Is his_ Pope. _Is your_ Capell. _What, is
your_ Malone, from (Qq). _What, ’s your_ Steevens conj. ¶ caa018,
caa019: _But is your......Gaunt_] Norf. _Is his...Gaunt_ Hanmer.

[caa019] _hope_] _end_ Capell. _hap_ Anon. apud Rann conj. ¶ _Gaunt!_]
Theobald. _Gaunt_ Ff.

[caa020] _shake_] Ff. _shape_ (Qq).

[caa021] _I. Victorious...York,_] Theobald. _I, victorious...Yorke._ Ff.

[caa022] _that_] F1 F2. _the_ F3 F4.

[caa027] _this is_] _it is_ Capell. ¶ _heirs’_] Warburton. _Heires_ F1
F2. _Heirs_ F3 F4. _heir’s_ Hanmer.

[caa029] _we have_] _are we_ Capell, from (Qq).

[caa032] [They go up.] Omitted by Capell.

[caa034] _thrust you out perforce_] _thrust you out by force_ Rowe.
_put us out by force_ Capell, from (Qq). ¶ [To the Soldiers, who
retire. Capell.

[caa036] _council_] Pope. _counsaile_ F1 F2. _counsell_ F3.
_Counsel_ F4.

[caa041] _Henry_] _Harry_ Hanmer. ¶ _deposed_] _be deposde_ (Qq).

[caa043] _not, my lords; be_] _not, my lords, be_ Rowe. _not, my lords
be_ Ff.

[caa048] _dares_] _dare_ Rowe. ¶ [putting him in the Throne. Capell.

[caa049] [Warwick leads York to the throne, who seats him. Johnson.
¶ Flourish.] F1. om. F2 F3 F4. ¶ Enter...and the rest.] Ff.
Enter...and others, at the further end of the stage. Johnson. Flourish.
Enter...and others, with red Roses in their Hats. Capell, partly
following (Qq).

[caa050] SCENE II. Pope.

[caa055] _you both have vow’d_] _you have both vow’d_ F4. _you vow’d_
Pope. _you have vow’d_ Collier MS. _both have vow’d_ Collier conj.
¶ caa055, caa056: _vow’d revenge On...favourites and his friends._]
_vow’d Revenge on...his favourers._ Capell. _vow’d Revenge on him, his
favourers, and his friends._ Rann.

[caa057] _heavens be_] _heavens, be_ Capell.

[caa062] _poltroons, such as he_] _poultroones, such as he_ F1.
_poultroones, and such is he_ F2 F3. _poltroons, and such is he_ F4.
_poltroons, and such as he_ Capell.

[caa066] _spoken, cousin: be_] _spoken, cousin, be_ Theobald. _spoken,
cousin be_ Ff.

[caa069] Exe.] Theobald, from (Qq). Westm. Ff.

[caa070] _the thought of this from_] _it from the thoughts of_ (Qq)
Capell.

[caa073] [To the Duke. Rowe (ed. 2). They advance to the Duke. Johnson.

[caa076] _thy_] _my_ F2. ¶ _I am thine_] _Henry, I am thine_ Rowe.
_Thou ’rt deceiv’d, I’m thine_ Theobald, from (Qq).

[caa078] _’Twas_] (Qq) Pope. _It was_ Ff. ¶ _earldom was_] _kingdom is_
(Qq) Theobald.

[caa083] _and that’s_] F2 F3 F4. _that’s_ F1. _and that is_ (Qq).
_that is_ Collier.

[caa093] _Yes_] _No_ (Qq) Theobald. ¶ _remember it_] _remember ’t_
Capell.

[caa105] _Thy_] (Qq) Rowe. _My_ Ff. ¶ _father_] _uncle_ Capell conj.

[caa113] _You...lose._] One line in Pope. Two in Ff. ¶ _and yet_] _yet_
Hanmer.

[caa114] _Father, tear the crown_] _Tear the crown, father_ Hanmer.

[caa116] _Good...arms_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff. ¶ [To War. Capell.
To York. Malone.

[caa131] _Prove it_] F1. _But prove it_ F2 F3 F4. _Prove it so_
Keightley conj.

[caa134], caa151: [Aside.] First marked by Capell.

[caa137] _An if_] Capell. _And if_ Ff.

[caa142] _his_] _the_ (Qq) Capell.

[caa144] _his crown_] _his son_ Johnson conj. _the crown_ (Qq) Capell.

[caa150] [to the Lords. Capell.

[caa154] _all_] _thee_ (Qq) Theobald.

[caa155] _Thou...power_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[caa164] _thy_] _the_ Singer (Anon. MS.). _my_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[caa168] _over_] F1. _ore_ F2. _o’re_ F3 F4.

[caa170] _hear me_] (Qq) F3 F4. _heare_ F1 F2.

[caa171] _for this my life-time_] F1. _for this time_ F2 F3 F4.
_for the time present_ Hanmer. ¶ _for...king_] _but reign in quiet,
while I live_ (Qq) Theobald.

[caa188] [Exeunt...] Rowe. om. Ff.

[caa189] SCENE III.] Pope.

[caa196] _thou_] _you_ F3 F4.

[caa199] _And neither_] F1. _Neither_ F2 F3 F4.

[caa201] [coming from the Throne. Capell.

[caa205] [Sennet......] Senet...... F1. Sonet... F2 F3 F4.
Tucket... Hanmer. Flourish; and the Lords come forward. Capell.

[caa209] [Exeunt...] Capell. om. Ff. Exe. Rowe. Exeunt York, Warwick,
Norfolk, and Montague. Theobald.

[caa210] Enter...] Enter the Queen and the Prince of Wales. Rowe. Enter
the Queene. Ff.

[caa211] _Here...anger_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[caa212] _Exeter, so will I_] Ff. _So Exeter will I_ Pope. ¶ [Going.
Rowe.

[caa220] _well_] _much_ F4.

[caa224] _have_] F1 om. F2 F3 F4.

[caa235] _and his_] _and’s_ Pope.

[caa245] _granted_] _assented_ Keightley conj.

[caa256] _army is_] _army’s_ Pope.

[caa259] _with_] F2 F3 F4. om. F1. _by_ S. Walker conj.

[caa261] _from_] (Qq) F2 F3 F4. _to_ F1.

[caa263] [Exeunt...] Exeunt Queen and Prince. Rowe. om. Ff.

[caa264] _Poor...son_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[caa268] _cost_] _truss_ Hanmer. _coast_ Warburton. _cote_ Steevens
conj. _court_ Jackson conj. See note (VIII).

[caa273] _I, I hope_] F1. _I hope_ F2 F3 F4. _as I hope_ Pope. ¶
[Exeunt.] Pope. Exit. Ff.

[cab001] SCENE II.] Capell. SCENE IV. Pope. om. Ff. ¶ Sandal
Castle.] Changes to Sandal-Castle, in Yorkshire. Pope. Sandal-Castle
near Wakefield, in Yorkshire. Theobald. ¶ Enter...] F2 F3 F4.
Flourish. Enter... F1.

[cab004] _brother_] F1 F2. _brothers_ F3 F4. _cousin_ Capell.

[cab006] _slight_] _sweet_ (Qq) Theobald.

[cab010] _till_] F1 F2. _untill_ F3. _until_ F4.

[cab017] _I would_] _I’d_ Pope.

[cab024] _over_] _o’er_ Pope.

[cab036] _Brother_] _Cousin_ Capell, from (Qq).

[cab038] _shalt_] _shall_ Rowe (ed. 2). ¶ _to the Duke of Norfolk_] F1
F2 F3. _be Duke of Norfolk_ F4. _go to the Duke of Norfolk_ Rowe.
_to th’ Duke of Norfolk go_ Pope. _unto the Duke of Norfolk_ Steevens
(1793).

[cab040] _Lord Cobham_] _Lord of Cobham_ Hanmer.

[cab043] _Witty_] _Wealthy and_ Theobald. _Witty, and_ Capell.

[cab046] _And yet_] _As yet_ Hanmer.

[cab047] Enter a Messenger.] (Qq) Theobald. Enter Gabriel. Ff.

[cab049] _The queen...lords_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[cab050] _Intend_] Ff. _Intends_ Pope.

[cab053] _Ay...them_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[cab055] _brother_] _cousin_ Capell, from (Qq).

[cab060] _Brother_] _Cousin_ Capell, from (Qq).

[cab061] [Exit.] Exit Mountague. Ff. ¶ Enter...] Rowe. Enter Mortimer,
and his Brother. Ff.

[cab062] _uncles,_] _uncles!_ Capell.

[cab064] _mean_] _meane_ F1 F2. _means_ F3 F4.

[cab069] _I hear...order_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[cab075] [Alarum. Exeunt.] Theobald. Alarum. Exit. Ff.

[cac001] SCENE III.] Capell. SCENE V. Pope. ¶ Field...]
Theobald. ¶ Alarums.] Alarmes. (Qq). Alarums, as a Battle join’d.
Excursions, and Parties flying. Capell. ¶ Enter...] Ff. ¶ cac001:
_whither_] _whether_ Warburton.

[cac002] Enter...and Soldiers.] Theobald. Enter Clifford. Ff.

[cac004] _accursed_] _accused_ F2.

[cac005] _Whose_] _His_ Capell.

[cac007] _away with him_] Ff. _away, and drag him hence perforce_ (Qq)
Theobald.

[cac009] [Exit...] Theobald. Exit. Ff.

[cac010], cac011: _How...them_] Arranged as by Pope. As three lines in
Ff, ending _alreadie?...eyes?...them._

[cac013] _devouring_] _destroying_ Jackson conj. ¶ _paws_] _jaws_
Delius conj.

[cac021], cac022: _In vain...enter_] As in Pope. As three lines in Ff,
ending _boy:...passage...enter._

[cac023] _open it_] _open ’t_ Pope.

[cac030] _of the_] _of of the_ F2.

[cac034] [Lifting his hand.] Johnson. om. Ff.

[cac047] [Stabs him.] Rowe. om. Ff.

[cac048] [Dies.] Theobald. om. Ff.

[cac052] _this_] _his_ Anon. conj.

[cad001] SCENE IV.] Capell. SCENE VI. Pope. om. Ff. Theobald
continues the Scene. ¶ Another...] A field of Battle. Hanmer.

[cad016] _And cried..._] _Ned cried..._ Collier conj. A line lost
before this, referring to Edward. Edd. conj.

[cad019] _bodged_] _budged_ Johnson conj. _botch’d_ Collier conj.

[cad025] _make_] _makes_ F1.

[cad026] Enter Queen Margaret...] Enter the Queene... Ff. ¶ the young
Prince] om. Capell.

[cad035] _phœnix_] _phœnix’_ Edd. conj.

[cad050] _buckle_] (Qq) Theobald. _buckler_ Ff. ¶ [Assailing him.
Capell. draws. Johnson. om. Ff.

[cad059] _prize_] _praise_ Warburton.

[cad060] [They lay...] Johnson. om. Ff. joins with Cli. Capell.

[cad062] _cony_] F3 F4. _connie_ F1. _conny_ F2. ¶ [In the struggle
York is taken prisoner. Theobald.

[cad064] _yield, with robbers_] _yeeld with Robbers,_ F1. ¶ [falls his
Sword. Capell.

[cad068] _raught_] F1 F2. _caught_ F3 F4.

[cad072] _made_] _mad_ F2.

[cad073] _back_] _bail_ Theobald conj.

[cad082] _And if_] _An if_ Delius conj.

[cad091] _Stamp...dance_] Malone, after (Qq), makes this line follow
_merry, York,_ line 86.

[cad095] [Putting...] Rowe. om. Ff.

[cad098] _his_] _is_ F2.

[cad100] _and broke_] _hath broke_ Hanmer.

[cad105] _his...your_] _this...the_ F4.

[cad109] _sake_] _death_ (Qq) Capell.

[cad110] _hear_] _here_ F4.

[cad111] _She-wolf...France_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[cad117] _deeds,_] _deedes_. F.

[cad118] _assay_] _essay_ Collier (ed. 2).

[cad120] _Were...shameless_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff. ¶ _thou_] om.
S. Walker conj.

[cad121] _type_] _style_ Lloyd conj.

[cad137] _tiger’s_] _Tyger’s_ Rowe. _Tygers_ (Qq). _Tygres_ F1 F2.
_Tigres_ F3 F4. _tygress’_ Capell.

[cad141] _and_] om. S. Walker conj.

[cad148] _for_] _to_ F4.

[cad150] _passion moves_] Edd. _passions move_ F2 F3 F4. _passions
moves_ F1.

[cad151] _my_] F1 F2. _mine_ F3 F4.

[cad152], cad153: _That...blood_] As in Warburton, from (Qq). As three
lines in Ff, ending _his...toucht...blood._

[cad153] _Would...blood_] _Would not have touch’d those roses, new in
bloom, The mountain beasts would not have stain’d with blood_ S. Walker
conj. ¶ _with blood_] F1. _the roses just with blood_ F2 F3 F4.
_the roses juic’d with blood_ Theobald. _the roses just i’ th’ bud_
Hanmer. _the rose’s hues with blood_ Collier MS.

[cad159] [He gives back the handkerchief. Johnson.

[cad164] [Giving back the paper-crown. Dyce.

[cad169] _to all_] _of all_ Capell, from (Qq).

[cad170] _should_] _could_ Capell, from (Qq).

[cad172] _weeping-ripe_] Theobald. _weeping ripe_ Ff.

[cad175] [Stabbing him.] Pope.

[cad176] [Stabbing him.] Rowe.

[cad178] [Dies.] Rowe.

[cad180] [Flourish. Exeunt.] Flourish. Exit. F1. Exeunt. F2 F3 F4.

[cba001] ACT II. SCENE I.] Rowe. om. Ff. ¶ A plain......]
Malone. Near Mortimer’s Cross in Wales. Theobald. The Marches of Wales.
Hanmer. A plain in Herefordshire. Capell. ¶ A march.] Ff. Drums.
Capell. ¶ Enter...] Ff.

[cba003] _and_] _and from_ F4.

[cba020] _prize_] _pride_ (Qq) Warburton. _praise_ S. Walker conj.

[cba021] _See how_] Edw. _See how_ Hanmer, from (Qq).

[cba025] Edw.] om. Hanmer.

[cba028] _clear-shining_] _clear shining_ Pope.

[cba032] _heaven figures_] _heavens doth figure_ (Qq). _heavens figure_
Collier MS.

[cba033] _’Tis...of._] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[cba036] _meeds_] _deeds_ Johnson conj.

[cba040] _fair-shining_] _faire shining_ F1 F2. _fair shining_ F3
F4.

[cba041] _Nay...it_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[cba042] Enter a Messenger.] Rowe. Enter one blowing. Ff.

[cba055] _Hew...fell_] Pope. _Hewes...fells_ Ff.

[cba061] _cheeks_] _cheekes_ F1. _cheeke_ F2. _cheeks_ F3 F4.

[cba082] _selfsame_] _th’ self-same_ Hanmer.

[cba083], cba084: _coals...fires...burns_] _coales...fires...burnes_
F1 F2. _coals...fires up...burns_ F3 F4. _coals...fire up...burn_
Rowe. _coals...fire...burn_ Capell. _coal...fires...burns_ Edd. conj.

[cba094] _Either that is_] Ff. _Either that’s_ Pope. _Either they’re_
Hanmer. ¶ March.] Ff. Drums. Capell. ¶ Marquess of Montague,] Marquesse
Mountacute, Ff (Marquess F4).

[cba095] SCENE II. Warburton. See note (I). ¶ _fare_] _faire_ F1.

[cba096] _recount_] F3 F4. _recompt_ F2. _tecompt_ F1.

[cba101] _O_] _Ah_ (Qq) Capell.

[cba106] _sith_] _since_ (Qq) Capell.

[cba113] _And...thought_] (Qq) Steevens. Omitted in Ff.

[cba114] _toward_] _towards_ Rowe.

[cba124] _heated_] _hated_ Warburton.

[cba127] _captives blood_] _Captives, Blood_ Ff. _captives--blood_
Capell.

[cba130] _soldiers’_] Capell. _souldiers_ Ff.

[cba131] _an idle_] (Qq) Capell. _a lazy_ Ff.

[cba133] _our cause_] Ff. _the cause_ (Qq) Capell.

[cba134] _rewards_] F1. _reward_ F2 F3 F4.

[cba138] _brother,_] F1 F2. _brother_ F3 F4.

[cba144] _the soldiers_] _his power_ (Qq) Theobald.

[cba158] _makes_] _make_ F1.

[cba170] _moe_] Ff. _more_ Rowe.

[cba180] _Amongst_] Ff. _Among_ (Qq) Capell.

[cba182] _to London...march amain_] (Qq) Theobald. _to London...march_
Ff. _straight to London...march_ Hanmer.

[cba184] _our foes_] _the foe_ (Qq) Capell.

[cba188] _if Warwick bid_] _when Warwick bids_ (Qq) Capell.

[cba189] _shoulder_] _shouldier_ F4.

[cba190] _fail’st_] _fall’st_ Steevens (1793). _faints_ (Qq).

[cba193] _throne_] _king_ (Qq) Capell.

[cba196] _throws_] _casts_ (Qq) Capell.

[cba198] _Richard, Montague_] Rowe. _Richard Mountague_ Ff.

[cba209] _sorts, brave warriors, let’s_] F1 F2. _sorts, brave
warriors let’s_ F3 F4. _sorts; brave warriors, let’s_ Theobald.
_sorts, brave warriors: let’s_ Capell. ¶ [Exeunt.] Exeunt omnes. Ff.

[cbb001] SCENE II.] Capell. SCENE III. Pope. ¶ Flourish.] F1. om. F2
F3 F4. ¶ Enter...] Enter the King, the Queene, Clifford, Northum--and
Yong Prince, with Drumme and Trumpettes. F1. Enter......Northumberland
and Yong...Trumpetes. F2. Enter...Northumberland and young...Trumpets.
F4. Enter......Northumberland and young...Drum and Trumpets. F4.

[cbb002] _yonder’s_] F3 F4. _Yonders_ F1 F2.

[cbb008] _Nor_] _Not Reed_ (1803). ¶ _wittingly_] _willingly_ S. Walker
conj.

[cbb010] _harmful_] _harmless_ Rowe.

[cbb020] _smiling_] _smilling_ F2.

[cbb030] _with_] _in_ (Qq) Capell.

[cbb033] _precedent_] Johnson, _president_ Ff.

[cbb037] _grandsire_] F1 F2. _my grandsire_ F3 F4.

[cbb039] _were_] _was_ Rowe.

[cbb041] _steel_] _steele_ F1 F2 F3. _steal_ F4.

[cbb042] _with him_] _to him_ Hanmer.

[cbb046] _ill-got had ever_] _ill-gotten have had_ Hanmer.

[cbb048] _hell?_] (Qq) Theobald. _hell:_ Ff.

[cbb053] _Than...pleasure_] _Than may the present profit countervail_
(Qq) Rann.

[cbb057] _courage_] _carriage_ Collier (Mason conj.).

[cbb072] _for they are_] F1. _they are_ F2 F3 F4. _they are near_
Rowe.

[cbb080] March.] Ff. Drums. Capell. ¶ Enter....George....]
Enter....Clarence... Ff.

[cbb081] SCENE IV. Pope.

[cbb089] _Since when_] F2 F3 F4. Cla. _Since when_ F1. George.
_Since when_ (Qq). See note (II).

[cbb095] _Are you_] _Art thou_ Capell.

[cbb101] _What...crown?_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[cbb110] _parley_] _parle_ Reed (1803). ¶ _for_] om. Hanmer.

[cbb112] _Clifford_] _Clifford there_ Capell, from (Qq).

[cbb116] _sunset_] F1 F2. _sun set_ F3 F4.

[cbb121] _wound_] _wounds_ S. Walker conj.

[cbb123] _executioner, unsheathe_] _execution erunsheath_ F4.
_execution, reunsheath_ Rowe.

[cbb133] Rich.] (Qq) Pope. War. Ff.

[cbb138] _venom_] F4. _venome_ F1 F2 F3. _venomous_ Rowe. _venom’d_
(Q3) Capell.

[cbb141] _channel_] _kennel_ Roderick conj.

[cbb171] _longer_] _further_ Capell.

[cbb172] _deniest_] (Qq) Warburton. _denied’st_ F1 F2. _deni’dst_ F3
F4.

[cbb174] _else a grave_] _a welcome_ Collier MS.

[cbb176] _we’ll_] _I’ll_ (Qq) Capell.

[cbb177] _These_] _Thy_ (Qq) Capell. ¶ _this day_] _to-day_ (Qq)
Capell. ¶ [Exeunt] Exeunt omnes. Ff.

[cbc001] SCENE III.] Capell. SCENE V. Pope. ¶ A field...]
Malone. A field of Battel at Ferri-bridge in Yorkshire. Theobald. ¶
cbc001: _Forspent_] _Fore-spent_ Ff. _Sore spent_ (Qq) Rann.

[cbc008] Enter George.] Enter Clarence. Ff.

[cbc009] _Our_] _Out_ F2.

[cbc011] _whither_] F2. _whether_ F1 F3 F4.

[cbc020] _belly_] _bellies_ Collier MS. ¶ _their_] _his_ Rowe.

[cbc026] _whiles_] _while_ Capell.

[cbc027] _look upon_] _looking on_ Rann (Capell conj.).

[cbc028] _counterfeiting_] F3 F4. _counterfetting_ F1 F2.

[cbc032] _given_] _give_ Johnson.

[cbc034] _to thine_] _with thine_ Warburton.

[cbc040] _thy_] _the_ Long MS.

[cbc043] _in earth_] F1 F2. _in the earth_ F3 F4. _on earth_ Pope.

[cbc044] _Brother...Warwick_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[cbc048] _Away...farewell_] One line in (Qq) Pope. Two in Ff.

[cbc049] _all together_] Rowe. _altogether_ Ff.

[cbc053] _wear_] _wore_ Collier MS. _ware_ Collier (ed. 2).

[cbc056] _Forslow_] _Foreslow_ F1 F2. _Fore-slow_ F3 F4.

[cbd001] SCENE IV.] Capell. Pope continues the scene. om. Ff.
¶ Another...] Steevens. The same. Another Part of it. Capell. ¶
Excursions. Enter...] Ff.

[cbd011] [They fight...] Ff. They fight. Enter Warwick, as joining
Richard;... Capell.

[cbe001] SCENE V.] Capell. SCENE VI. Pope. ¶ Another......]
Steevens. The same. Another Part. Capell. ¶ Alarum. Enter...] Ff.

[cbe005] _a mighty_] Ff. _the self-same_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[cbe009] _then_] _than_ F1.

[cbe015] _there_] _theirs_ Capell conj.

[cbe026] _make_] Hanmer. _makes_ Ff.

[cbe027] _bring_] _brings_ F1.

[cbe030] _times_] _time_ Theobald.

[cbe036] _ean_] F3 F4. _eane_ F1 F2. _yean_ Theobald. After this S.
Walker conjectures that a line is lost.

[cbe037] _years_] _months_ Rowe.

[cbe038] _months_] _weeks, months_ Rowe.

[cbe044] _rich embroider’d_] _rich-embroider’d_ S. Walker conj.

[cbe054] _treason waits_] F1 F2. _treasons waits_ F3 F4. _treasons
wait_ Rowe (ed. 2). ¶ Alarum.] Ff. Alarums. Capell. ¶ Enter...body.]
Capell. Enter a Sonne that hath kill’d his Father, at one doore: and
a Father that hath kill’d his Sonne at another doore. Ff. (had kill’d
F4). Enter...Father. Theobald. Enter a Son, bearing his Father. Hanmer.

[cbe055] SCENE VII. Pope.

[cbe060] _doth me_] _to me_ Hanmer. ¶ [going to rifle him. Capell.

[cbe062] _unwares_] _unawares_ F4. _un-’wares_ Hanmer.

[cbe074] _Whiles_] _Whilst_ (Qq) Capell.

[cbe078] Enter...body.] Capell. Enter Father, bearing of his Sonne. Ff.

[cbe079] _hast_] F3 F4. _hath_ F1 F2.

[cbe083] _mine_] _my_ F4.

[cbe087] _kill_] Rowe (ed. 2). _killes_ F1 F2. _kills_ F3 F4.

[cbe089] _stratagems_] F3 F4. _stragems_ F1 F2.

[cbe090] _Erroneous_] _Erreoneous_ F1.

[cbe092], cbe093: _soon...late_] _late...soon_ (Qq) Hamner. See note
(III).

[cbe095] _ruthful_] _ruefull_ F3. _rueful_ F4.

[cbe099] _his_] _is_ F4.

[cbe100] _cheeks_] _cheek_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[cbe110] _his son_] _a son_ Reed (1803).

[cbe113] [Exit with the body.] Capell. Exit. Theobald. om. Ff.

[cbe119] _Even_] Capell. _Men_ F1 F2 F3. _Man,_ F4. _Sad_ Rowe.
_Mere_ Mitford conj. _Son_ Delius (Mitford conj.). _’Fore men_ or _To
men_ Keightley conj. _Mang’d_ Bullock conj. _Main_ Anon. conj.

[cbe122] _murdered_] (Q1 Q3). _murthered_ F1 F2 F4. _murther’d_
F3. ¶ [Exit with the body.] Capell. Exit. Ff. ¶ Alarums...Queen
Margaret...] Alarums... the Queene... Ff.

[cbe125] SCENE VIII. Pope.

[cbe139] _Whither_] _Whether_ F1.

[cbf001] SCENE VI.] Capell. SCENE IX. Pope. ¶ Another...] Dyce.
The same. Capell. ¶ A loud...] Ff.

[cbf002] _whiles_] _while_ Pope.

[cbf003] _O_] _Ah_ (Qq) Capell. ¶ _thy_] _thine_ (Qq) Capell.

[cbf005] [falling. Rowe.

[cbf006] _fall, thy_] Rowe. _fall. Thy_ Ff. ¶ _thy_] _the_ Johnson
conj. _that_ Rann. ¶ _commixture melts_] (Qq) Steevens. _commixtures
melts_ F1. _commixtures melt_ F2 F3 F4. ¶ cbf006, cbf007: _melts.
Impairing...York,_] (Qq). _melt. Impairing...York,_ Capell. _melts,
Impairing...Yorke;_ Ff (_York;_ F3 F4). ¶ cbf006: After this S.
Walker conjectures that a line is lost.

[cbf008] _The......flies_] (Qq) Theobald. Omitted in Ff.

[cbf009] _whither_] F2 F4. _whether_ F1 F3.

[cbf010] _enemies_] Ff. _enemy_ (Qq) Capell.

[cbf012] _Phaëthon_] _Phaeton_ Ff. ¶ _steeds_] F1 F4. _steds_ F2 F3.

[cbf013] _never had_] _had never_ (Qq) Pope.

[cbf015] _Or as_] _And as_ (Qq) Capell.

[cbf017] _They...flies_] Omitted in (Qq) Capell.

[cbf019] _our_] _their_ Long MS. ¶ _death_] _deaths_ (Qq) Capell.

[cbf021] _weeds_] _words_ Pope (ed. 2).

[cbf024] _out flight_] _our flight_ Warburton. _out fight_ Johnson conj.

[cbf026] _For...I have_] _And...I have_ (Qq) Capell. _Nor...have I_ S.
Walker conj.

[cbf030] _bosoms_] _bosom_ Rowe (ed. 2). ¶ [He faints.] Rowe. om. Ff.
¶ Alarum and retreat.] Ff. Drums. Capell. ¶ Enter...] Enter Edward,
Warwicke, Richard, and Soldiers, Montague and Clarence. Ff.

[cbf039] _words_] (Qq) F1. _word_ F2 F3 F4.

[cbf041] [Clifford groans, and dies.] Steevens, from (Qq). Clifford
grones. Ff.

[cbf042]–cbf045: Edw. _Whose...leave?_ Rich. _A deadly...departing._
Edw. _See who it is; and now...used._] Arranged as in (Qq) Capell.
Rich. _Whose...it is._ Ed. _And now...used._ Ff. ¶ cbf042: _her_] F3
F4. _hir_ F1 F2.

[cbf043] _life and death’s_] _life in death_ Hanmer. _life and
breath’s_ Capell conj.

[cbf049] _But set his_] _Set his fell_ Hanmer.

[cbf054] _this_] _his_ (Qq) F4.

[cbf059] [Attendants bring the Body forward. Capell.

[cbf060] _his_] _is_ F1.

[cbf067] _Which_] Ff. _As_ Pope, from (Qq).

[cbf068] _If...words_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[cbf072] _for_] _of_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[cbf076] _They...wont_] One line in (Qq) Pope. Two in Ff.

[cbf077] _then_] om. F3 F4.

[cbf080] _If...hours’_] _Would this right hand buy but an hour’s_
Capell, from (Qq). ¶ _two_] F1. _but two_ F2 F3 F4.

[cbf082] _This hand should_] _I’d_ Capell, from (Qq).

[cbf086] _stands_] F1 F4. _stand_ F2 F3.

[cbf090] _Bona_] _Boua_ F2.

[cbf091] _sinew_] F4. _sinow_ F1 F2 F3.

[cbf092] _shalt_] _need’st_ Capell conj., from (Qq).

[cbf096] _the_] _thy_ Capell conj.

[cbf100] _in_] F1. _on_ F2 F3 F4.

[cbf106] [Aside to Warwick. Anon. conj.

[cca001] ACT III. SCENE I.] Rowe. om. Ff. ¶ A forest...]
Hanmer. A Wood in Lancashire. Theobald. ¶ Enter two Keepers...]
Malone. Enter two Keepers with bow and arrows. (Qq). Enter Sinklo and
Humfrey... Ff. See note (IV). ¶ cca001: First Keep.] Malone. Sink. Ff
(and throughout the scene). ¶ _thick-grown_] Pope. _thicke growne_ Ff.

[cca002] _laund_] Ff. _lawn_ Capell.

[cca003] _make_] _take_ Capell conj.

[cca005] Sec. Keep.] Malone. Hum. Ff (and throughout the scene).

[cca007] _scare_] F3 F4. _scarre_ F1 F2.

[cca012] Enter...] Malone. Enter the King with a Prayer booke.
Ff. Enter King Henrie disguisde (Qq) Capell. Enter the King as a
Churchman,... Collier MS.

[cca014] _To greet...sight._] _and thus disguis’d to greet my native
land._ (Qq) Rann.

[cca017] _wast_] F3 F4. _was_ F1 F2.

[cca019] _press_] F4. _presse_ F3. _prease_ F1 F2.

[cca020] _of thee_] F1 F2 F3. _to thee_ F4.

[cca024] _thee, sour adversity_] Singer (Dyce conj.). _the sower
Adversaries_ Ff. _these sour adversities_ Pope. _these sour
adversaries_ Clarke’s Concordance. _the sour adversities_ Delius.

[cca029] _great commanding_] _great-commanding_ S. Walker conj.

[cca039] _whiles_] _while_ Pope.

[cca040] _And Nero will_] _And Nero would_ Pope. _A Nero will_ Steevens
conj.

[cca048] _Whiles_] _While_ Pope. ¶ _title_] _tale_ Grey conj.

[cca051] _what else_] _aught else_ Collier MS.

[cca053] _O Margaret_] _Margaret_ Malone.

[cca055] _thou that talk’st_] Rowe. _thou that talkes_ (Qq). _thou
talk’st_ Ff. _thou, talkest_ Collier.

[cca060] _and that’s enough_] _though not in shew_ (Qq) Rann.

[cca063] _Indian_] _India_ F4.

[cca064] _Nor_] _Not_ F4.

[cca073] _nor_] _and_ Pope.

[cca074] _King_] F4. _K._ F1 F2 F3.

[cca080], cca081: _No; For we...king._] As in Steevens. As one line in
Ff. _No, we...king._ Pope.

[cca081] _king_] _a king_ F4.

[cca083] _swear_] _sware_ Delius conj.

[cca090] _oaths_] _oathes_ F1. _oathe_ F2. _oath_ F3 F4.

[cca094] One line in Pope. Two, the first ending _the king,_ in Ff.

[cca097] _you_] _you now,_ or _you then_ Anon. conj. ¶ _and the
king’s_] _and in the king’s_ Rowe.

[cca100] _that_] _then_ Reed (1803).

[ccb001] SCENE II.] Pope. ¶ London. The palace.] The Palace.
Theobald. The King’s Palace in London. Hanmer. ¶ Lady Grey.] Capell.
Lady Gray. (Qq) Ff.

[ccb002] _Richard_ (Qq) Ff. _John_ Pope (from Hall). ¶ _Grey_] Ff.
_Gray_ (Qq) Rowe.

[ccb003] _lands_] (Qq) Capell. _land_ Ff.

[ccb011], ccb015, ccb025, ccb028: [Aside to Clar.] Capell. Aside.
Johnson.

[ccb014], ccb024, ccb027: [Aside to Glou.] Capell. Aside. Johnson.

[ccb021], ccb030, ccb034, ccb057: [Aside to Clar.] Edd. Aside. Johnson
and Capell.

[ccb022] _An if_] Theobald. _And if_ Ff. ¶ _pleasure_ F1. _please_ F2
F3 F4.

[ccb028] _whip me then_] (Qq) Pope. _then whip me_ Ff.

[ccb031] _lands_] (Qq) Ff. _land_ Capell.

[ccb032] _it then_] Ff. _it them_ (Qq). _’em then_ Hanmer.

[ccb035] [Glou. and Clar. retire.] G. and C. retire to the other side.
Johnson. om. Ff.

[ccb046] _boon._] _boon?_ Theobald.

[ccb050], ccb082, ccb107: [Aside to Clar.] Dyce. Aside. Capell.

[ccb051], ccb083, ccb108: [Aside to Glou.] Dyce. Aside. Capell. ¶
ccb051: _must_] F1 F2. _will_ F3 F4.

[ccb056] _thanks_] F3 F4. _thankes_ F1. _thanke_ F2.

[ccb057] _curt’sy_] _cursie_ F1. _curtsie_ F2 F3 F4.

[ccb068] _aims_] om. F4.

[ccb070] _I had_] _I’d_ Pope.

[ccb074] _Therein_] Ff. _Herein_ (Qq) Capell.

[ccb078] _either_] _or_ Pope.

[ccb082] _she_] _shes_ F2.

[ccb083] _the_] _thee_ F2.

[ccb084]–ccb088: [Aside] Johnson. ¶ ccb084, ccb085: _do_] _doth_ F1.

[ccb100] _should_] _shall_ F4.

[ccb101] One line in Pope. Two lines, the first ending _daughters,_ in
Ff. ¶ _my_] _thy_ Reed (1803).

[ccb108] _’twas for shift_] F1 F2. _’twas for a shift_ F3. _it was
for a shift_ F4.

[ccb110] _very_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[ccb112] _whom_] (Qq) F2 F3 F4. _who_ F1.

[ccb119] _your prisoner_] Ff. _as prisoner_ (Qq) Capell. _a prisoner_
Id. conj.

[ccb123] _honourably_] (Qq) F2 F3 F4. _honourable_ F1. ¶
[Exeunt...] Exeunt. Manet Richard. Ff.

[ccb124] SCENE III. Pope.

[ccb139] _lade_] _lay_ or _ladle_ Keightley conj.

[ccb141] _keeps_] F3 F4. _keepes_ F1 F2. _keep_ Rowe (ed. 2). ¶
_me_] om. F4.

[ccb143] _Flattering...impossibilities_] _Flatt’ring my mind with
things impossible_ Pope.

[ccb144] _eye’s_] F3 F4. _eyes_ F1 F2.

[ccb150] _witch_] Capell. _’witch_ Ff.

[ccb156] _up like_] _like_ F4. _like to_ Rowe.

[ccb161] _an_] F1 F2. om. F3 F4.

[ccb163] _be_] om. F4.

[ccb168] _make_] _mak’t_ Capell conj.

[ccb169], 182: _whiles_] _while_ Pope.

[ccb170] _Until my...head_] F1 F2. _Untill this...head_ F3 F4.
_Until the...head_ Pope. _Until the head of this misshapen trunk_
Thirlby conj. _Until my misshap’d trunk bear’st, that this head_ (sic)
Theobald conj. (withdrawn). _Until the head this mis-shap’d trunk
doth bear_ Hanmer. _Until my head, that this mis-shap’d trunk bears_
Steevens conj.

[ccb172] _the crown_] _a crown_ Johnson (1771).

[ccb175] _rends_] Pope. _rents_ Ff.

[ccb186] _mermaid shall_] _mermaids all_ Anon. conj.

[ccb191] _to_] _ev’n to_ Pope.

[ccb193] _the murderous Machiavel_] _th’ aspiring Catiline_ (Qq)
Warburton. ¶ _Machiavel_] Pope. _Macheuill_ F1 F2 F3. _Matchevil_
F4.

[ccb195] _I’ll_] _Ile_ F1 F2. _I’le_ F3 F4. _I’d_ Collier MS.

[ccc001] SCENE III.] Capell. SCENE II. Rowe. SCENE IV.
Pope. ¶ France.] Pope. ¶ The King’s palace.] A Room in some Palace.
Capell. ¶ Flourish. Enter...] Ff. Flourish. Enter Lewis the French
King, and Lady Bona, attended: King takes his State. Then, Enter Queen
Margaret, Prince Edward, her Son, and the Earl of Oxford. Capell.

[ccc003] _while...doth sit_] _whiles...sits_ Rowe. _while...sits_ Pope.

[ccc011] _seat_] _state_ S. Walker conj.

[ccc014] _heart is_] _my heart’s_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[ccc016]–ccc018: _And...mischance_] As in Theobald. Four lines in Ff,
ending _side...yoake...triumph...mischance:_ Four in Pope, ending
_side...neck...mind...mischance._

[ccc021] _Those...thoughts_] One line in Rowe. Two in Ff.

[ccc026] _a forlorn_] _all forlorn_ Collier MS.

[ccc029] _true-anointed_] Theobald. _true anoynted_ Ff.

[ccc033] _And if_] _An if_ S. Walker conj.

[ccc038] _Renowned...storm_] One line in Rowe. Two in Ff.

[ccc042] _waiteth...sorrow_] _waiting rues to-morrow_ Hanmer
(Warburton).

[ccc044] SCENE V. Pope.

[ccc045] _Our_] _The_ Collier MS.

[ccc046] _brings_] _beings_ F2. ¶ [He descends...] Ff. Coming from his
State--Mar. rises. Capell.

[ccc058] [Aside] Marked first by Capell.

[ccc059] [To Bona] Speaking to Bona. Ff. ¶ _And...behalf_] One line in
Pope. Two in Ff.

[ccc061] _your_] _you_ F2.

[ccc064] _virtue_] _virtue’s_ Hanmer.

[ccc074] _that_] om. Hanmer.

[ccc075] _thy_] _thee_ Johnson.

[ccc078] Prince.] Edw. Ff.

[ccc109] _Oxford_] _Lord Oxford_ Hanmer.

[ccc111] [They stand aloof.] Ff. Retiring with Oxf. and the Prince.
Capell (after line 112).

[ccc115] _were not lawful chosen_] _is not lawful heir_ (Qq) Rann.

[ccc117] _eye_] F1 F2. _eyes_ F3 F4.

[ccc124] _an eternal_] (Qq) Warburton. _an externall_ F1 F2. _an
external_ F3 F4. _a perennial_ Hanmer.

[ccc130] _denial_] _denyall_ F1. _deny_ F2 F3 F4.

[ccc131] [To War.] speaks to War. Ff.

[ccc134] _Then...Edward’s_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff. ¶ _thus_] F1.
_this_ F2 F3 F4.

[ccc140] Prince.] Pr. Edw. Ff.

[ccc155] _’twere_] _it were_ Rowe.

[ccc156] _Warwick, peace_] F2 F3 F4. _Warwick,_ F1.

[ccc161] [Post blows...] Post blowing... Ff (after line 160).

[ccc163] _My...you_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff. ¶ [To War.] Speaks to
Warwick. Ff.

[ccc164] SCENE VI. Pope.

[ccc166] _And...not_] One line in Theobald. Two in Ff.

[ccc169] Prince.] Prince Ed. F1. Prince Edw. F2. Prin. Edw. F3 F4.
¶ ccc169, ccc170: _Nay...best_] As verse in Rowe. Prose in Ff.

[ccc171] _Warwick...queen_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[ccc172] _fill_] _fills_ F4.

[ccc175] _soothe_] _sooth_ Ff. _smooth_ Rann (Heath conj.).

[ccc199] _Warwick...love_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[ccc213] _thy help to_] _the help of_ Capell.

[ccc228] _I’ll_] (Qq) Capell. _I_ Ff.

[ccc233], ccc234: _But, Warwick, Thou and...men_] _But Warwick,
Thyself and...men_ Theobald. _But Warwick, thou Thyself and...men_
Hanmer. _But, Warwick, thou And...men_ Steevens. _But, Warwick, thou
And......warlike men_ Collier MS. _But, Warwick, Thou and Lord...men_
Keightley conj. _But, Warwick, thou And...men of mine_ Anon. conj. As
an Alexandrine. Anon. conj.

[ccc242] _mine eldest_] (Qq) Ff. _my younger_ Theobald (from Holinshed).

[ccc249] Prince.] Prin. Ed. F1 F3 F4. Pri. Ed. F2.

[ccc253] _Shalt_] F2 F3 F4. _Shall_ F1.

[ccc255] [Exeunt...] Exeunt. Manet Warwicke. Ff.

[cda001] ACT IV. SCENE I.] Rowe. om. Ff. ¶ London. The palace.]
London. A Room in the Palace. Capell. England. Pope. The Palace in
England. Theobald. ¶ Enter Gloucester......] Enter Richard... Ff. ¶ and
Montague] Mountague and others. Capell.

[cda008] Flourish. Enter...] Flourish. Enter King Edward, Lady Grey,
Penbrooke, Stafford, Hastings: foure stand on one side, and foure on
the other. Ff (Pembrooke, F2. Pembrook, F3 F4), after line 6. ¶
attended.] Capell. ¶ as Queen] Rowe. ¶ and others] and divers others
Capell.

[cda009] _Now...choice_] One line in Pope, omitting _of_. Two in Ff.

[cda011] _As...Warwick_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[cda013] _our_] _your_ Capell conj.

[cda017] _And shall_] _And you shall_ Rowe. _Ay, and shall or Marry,
and shall_ S. Walker conj.

[cda019] _Yea_] F1. _Yes_ F2 F3 F4.

[cda020]–cda023: _Not...together_] Arranged as in Capell. See note
(V).

[cda026] _queen_] Hanmer. _queene?_ Ff.

[cda029]–cda031: _Then...Bona_] Arranged as by Pope. As four lines in
Ff, ending _opinion...enemie...marriage...Bona_. ¶ cda029: _mine_] F1
F2. _my_ F3 F4.

[cda033] _new_] om. Anon. conj.

[cda041] _But_] F1. _Yes, but_ F2 F3 F4. _But then_ S. Walker conj.
_Ay, but_ Keightley conj. _But yet_ Anon. conj. ¶ _safer_] _safter_ F2.

[cda045] _only_] _alone_ Pope.

[cda061] _In...judgement_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[cda063] _broker_] F1 F2. _brother_ F3 F4.

[cda073], cda074: _dislike...Doth_] Edd. _dislikes...Doth_ Ff.
_dislikes...Do_ Rowe.

[cda083] [Aside.] Johnson. om. Ff. ¶ Enter a Post] Ff. Enter Messenger.
Capell.

[cda084] SCENE II. Pope. ¶ cda084, cda085: _Now...France_] As verse
first by Capell. As prose in Ff. ¶ cda084: _messenger_] _post_ Collier
conj.

[cda086] sovereign] om. Capell, reading _From France...words_ as one
line.

[cda089]–cda091: _Go to...letters?_] Arranged as by Capell. As four
lines in Ff, ending _thee...words...them...letters?_ ¶ cda089: _to_]
Pope. _too_ Ff. ¶ cda089, cda090: _therefore, in Brief, Tell me_]
_Therefore, in briefe, tell me_ F1. _Therefore, in briefe, tell_ F2
F3 F4 (_brief_ F3 F4). _So tell_ Pope.

[cda091] _unto_] _to_ Pope.

[cda093] _thy_] Rowe. _the_ Ff.

[cda103] _For I have_] F1. _For I_ F2. _For so I_ F3 F4.

[cda104] _Tell......done_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff. ¶ _done_]
_doff’d_ Capell conj.

[cda116] _Ay...friendship_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff. ¶ _they are_]
_they’re_ Pope.

[cda117] _That_] _The_ Rowe (ed. 2). ¶ _Edward_] _Edwards_ F2.

[cda118] _Belike...younger_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff. ¶
_elder......younger_] (Qq) Ff. _younger...elder_ Theobald.

[cda124] [Aside] Rowe. ¶ cda124–cda126: _Not I...crown_] Arranged as by
Capell. In Ff line 125 ends at _matter_. As two lines, the first ending
_matter_, in Pope.

[cda126] _the love_] _love_ Pope.

[cda132] _quickly will_] _will soon_ Pope.

[cdb001] SCENE II.] Capell. SCENE III. Pope. om. Ff.
¶ A plain...] Capell. In Warwickshire. Theobald. om. Ff. ¶
Enter...Oxford...] Enter...Oxford in England... Ff.

[cdb002] _by numbers swarm_] _swarm by numbers_ Pope.

[cdb003] _comes_] _come_ Rowe.

[cdb005] _Fear_] _Oh! fear_ Hanmer.

[cdb012] _sweet Clarence_] _friend_ Pope. _Clarence_ Capell.

[cdb013] _coverture_] _overture_ Warburton. See note (VI).

[cdb015] _towns_] Theobald (Thirlby conj.). _towne_ F1 F2. _town_ F3
F4.

[cdb020] _sleight_] _slight_ Rowe.

[cdb026] _to_] _in_ Capell.

[cdc001] SCENE III.] Capell. SCENE IV. Pope. Theobald continues
the scene. om. Ff. ¶ Edward’s camp...] Capell. Enter...] Ff. ¶ three]
F1 F2. the F3 F4.

[cdc002] _is_] _has_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[cdc014] _keeps_] F3 F4. _keepes_ F1 F2. _keepeth_ Theobald. _keeps
here_ Hanmer. ¶ _field_] _field here_ Keightley conj.

[cdc015] _more dangerous_] F1 F2. _the more dangerous_ F3 F4.
_dangerous_ Hanmer.

[cdc021] _we his_] _we this_ F3 F4.

[cdc022] Enter...] Ff.

[cdc023] _stand_] F1 F2. _stands_ F3 F4.

[cdc027] [Warwick...] Ff. ¶ ‘Arm! arm!’] Arms, Arms, F4. The
drum...sounding] Ff. ¶ re-enter] Enter Ff. ¶ fly] F4. flyes F1 F2
F3.

[cdc029], cdc030: _Richard...duke._] Arranged as by Pope. As prose
in Ff. ¶ cdc029: _here is_] _here’s_ Capell, reading as one line
_Richard...duke._

[cdc030] _The duke...parted_] As in Pope. Two lines in Ff. ¶ _parted_]
Ff. _parted last_ Capell, from (Qq).

[cdc031] _king._] _king?_ Rowe.

[cdc032] _embassade_] Ff. _embassage_ (Qq) Capell.

[cdc034] _now to create_] _to new create_ Johnson conj.

[cdc041] _Yea, brother...art...too_] As in Steevens. Two lines in Ff.
_Brother of Clarence, and art thou here too_ Pope. _Yea, brother of
Clarence, and art thou here too_ Capell.

[cdc042] _needs must_] _must needs_ Rowe.

[cdc050] _the shadow_] _a shadow_ F3 F4.

[cdc055] _what answer_] _you what reply_ Pope. _his grace what answer_
Capell. _him then what answer_ Keightley conj. _the duke what answer_
Anon. conj.

[cdc056] _the_] om. Pope. ¶ _send_] _sent_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[cdc057] _a while_] F3 F4. _a-while_ F1 F2. ¶ [They lead...] Ff.

[cdc059] [Exit, guarded.] Exeunt. Ff. Exit, led off forcibly; Somerset
with him. Capell.

[cdc064] [Exeunt.] Exit. Ff.

[cdd001] SCENE IV.] Capell. SCENE V. Pope. om. Ff. ¶ London.]
Capell. ¶ The palace.] Theobald. ¶ Enter...] Malone. Enter Rivers, and
Lady Gray. Ff. Enter Rivers and the Queen. Theobald. ¶ cdd001: _you
in_] _in you_ Collier MS.

[cdd002] Q. Eliz.] Gray. Ff, and throughout the scene.

[cdd003] _is_] _has_ Rowe.

[cdd004] _What...Warwick?_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff. ¶ _What!_]
_What_ F1. _What,_ F2. _What?_ F3 F4.

[cdd011] _new_] _now_ Rowe.

[cdd016] _life’s_] Rowe. _lives_ Ff.

[cdd017] _wean_] Rowe. _waine_ F1 F2. _wain_ F3 F4.

[cdd019] _is it...passion_] F1. _is it...my passion_ F2 F3 F4. _is
it...in my passion_ Rowe. _is’t...in my passion_ Pope.

[cdd020] _misfortune’s_] Pope. _misfortunes_ F1 F2 F3. _misfortune_
F4.

[cdd025] _But...become?_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[cdd026] _inform’d_] _informed_ Theobald.

[cdd028] _friends_] F1 F4. _friend_ F2 F3.

[cde001] SCENE V.] Capell. _Scene vi._ Pope. om. Ff. ¶ A
park......] Theobald. In Yorkshire. Pope. ¶ Enter Gloucester...] Enter
Richard... Ff. ¶ Stanley.] Stanley, and others. Capell.

[cde004] _stands_] _stand_ F1.

[cde005] _here_] om. Pope.

[cde008] _Comes_] Come F1.

[cde013] Enter...him] Ff.

[cde014] _This...game_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[cde015] _Nay...stand_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[cde016] _brother......Hastings_] _brother Glo’ster, Hastings_ Pope,
_brother of Gloster, Hastings_ Collier MS.

[cde019] _ready_] _ready here_ Hanmer. ¶ _park-corner_] _park-corner
for you_ Capell.

[cde020] _whither_] _whether_ F1. ¶ cde020, cde021: _To...Flanders_]
One line in Steevens. Two in Ff.

[cde021] _ship_] _shipt_ F3. _slip_ so quoted by S. Walker.

[cde022] Glou.] K. Edw. Lettsom conj.

[cde025] _Huntsman...along_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[cde027] _ha’_] Rowe. _ha_ Ff.

[cde028] _Bishop...frown_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[cdf001] SCENE VI.] Capell. SCENE VII. Pope. om. Ff. ¶ London.]
Pope. ¶ The Tower.] Theobald. Flourish.] F1. om. F2 F3 F4. ¶ Henry]
Henry the sixt F1. Henry the Sixth F2 F3 F4. ¶ Richmond] Rowe.
Henry Ff. ¶ of the Tower] Rowe. om. Ff. ¶ cdf001: _Master_] Capell.
_M._ Ff. _Mr._ Rowe.

[cdf011] _my_] om. Pope. ¶ _imprisonment_] _’prisonment_ Anon. conj.

[cdf053] _it is_] _is it_ F3 F4.

[cdf055] _be confiscate_] Malone. _confiscate_ F1. _confiscated_ F2
F3 F4.

[cdf056] _and that...determined_] As one line, S. Walker conj.

[cdf058] _your_] _our_ F4.

[cdf068], cdf069: _Come...thoughts_] As in Pope. As three lines in Ff,
ending _hope...truth...thoughts._

[cdf070] _This...our_] _Thou, pretty boy, shalt prove this_ (Qq) Rann.

[cdf076] _are_] _art_ F2. ¶ Enter...] Ff. Enter a Messenger. Capell.

[cdf077] War.] om. Boswell.

[cdf088] [Exeunt...] Exeunt. Manet Somerset, Richmond, and Oxford. Ff
(Manent F2).

[cdg001] SCENE VII.] Capell. SCENE VIII. Pope. om. Ff. ¶ Before
York.] Capell. Changes to York. Pope. ¶ Flourish.] F1. om. F2 F3
F4. ¶ Enter King Edward, Gloucester...] Enter Edward, Richard... Ff. ¶
cdg001: _Lord_] om. Pope.

[cdg004] _waned_] _wained_ Ff.

[cdg008] _Ravenspurgh_] F2 F3 F4. _Rauenspurre_ F1. ¶ _haven_] om.
Pope. ¶ _before_] _’fore_ Steevens conj.

[cdg010] _The...this_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[cdg016] his Brethren.] Ff. others. Capell. Aldermen. Dyce.

[cdg017] _My lords...coming_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[cdg025] [Aside] Rowe (ed. 2). om. Ff.

[cdg029] [They descend.] He descends. Ff.

[cdg030] _captain_] _captain he_ Collier (Collier MS.). _capitain_
Delius conj. ¶ _soon persuaded_] _persuaded soon_ Pope.

[cdg032] _’long_] _long_ Ff.

[cdg034] Enter...below.] Enter the Maior, and two Aldermen. Ff.
Re-enter Mayor, below; Attendants with him. Capell.

[cdg039] _deign_] F3 F4. _deine_ F1 F2.

[cdg045]–cdg047: _Thanks...rest_] As in Pope. As four lines in Ff,
ending _Mountgomerie...crowne...dukedome...rest._

[cdg050] [The...to march.] Ff. The...a March. Rowe.

[cdg057] _shall_] _should_ (Qq) Capell.

[cdg059] _When...claim_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[cdg061] _wit!_] Capell. _wit,_ Ff.

[cdg070] [giving him a Paper. Capell. ¶ [Flourish.] Rowe. Flourish.
Sound. Ff.

[cdg071] Sold.] Sol. [reads. Capell.

[cdg076] _Thanks...all_] As in Steevens. Two lines in Ff. ¶ _unto you
all_] _to all_ Pope.

[cdg078] _in_] F1 F2 F3. _at_ F4.

[cdg083] _how_] om. Pope.

[cdh001] SCENE VIII.] Capell. SCENE IX. Pope. om. Ff. ¶
London.] Changes again to London. Pope. ¶ The palace.] A Room in the
Palace. Capell. ¶ Flourish.] F1. om. F2 F3 F4. ¶ Enter King Henry]
Rowe. Enter the King. Ff. ¶ Exeter, and Oxford] Capell. Oxford, and
Somerset. Ff. See note (VII). ¶ cdh001–cdh006: War. _What...him._ K.
Hen. _Let’s...again_] Ff. King. _What...him._ War. _Let’s...again._
Johnson conj. War. _What...him._ Oxf. _Let’s...again._ Malone.

[cdh002] _hasty_] _lusty_ S. Walker conj.

[cdh012] _Shalt_] _Shall_ Collier (ed. 2). ¶ _up_] om. Pope.

[cdh015], cdh018: _shalt_] _shall_ Collier (ed. 2).

[cdh020] _in_] om. F3 F4.

[cdh029] [kissing Henry’s hand. Johnson.

[cdh032] [Exeunt...] Exeunt. Ff. Exeunt War. Cla. Oxf. and Mon. Capell.

[cdh036] _Should_] _Shall_ Capell (corrected in the notes).

[cdh038] _meed_] _deed_ Warburton. _mind_ Collier MS.

[cdh040] _off_] _of_ F3 F4.

[cdh043] _water-flowing tears_] _water-flowing eyes_ Rann (Capell
conj.). _bitter-flowing tears_ Collier MS.

[cdh045] _much_] _e’er or have I_ Keightley conj.

[cdh050] ‘A Lancaster! A Lancaster!’] A York! A York! Johnson conj.

[cdh051] Enter...] Enter Edward and his Souldiers. Ff. ¶ Gloucester]
Hanmer.

[cdh054] _makes_] _make_ F3 F4.

[cdh057] [Exeunt...] Steevens. Exit with King Henry. Ff.

[cdh061] _hoped-for hay_] _hop’d-for hay_ Ff. _hope for haie_ (Qq).
_hope for aye_ Malone conj.

[cea001] ACT V. SCENE I.] Pope. ¶ Coventry.] Before the Town of
Coventry. Theobald.

[cea007] Sir John Somervile.] Capell. Somervile. Ff.

[cea010] [Drum heard.] Capell. om. Ff.

[cea012] _here_] _heare_ F2.

[cea013] _your_] _you_ F2.

[cea016] King E., Gloucester,] Edward, Richard, Ff.

[cea023], cea024: _mercy?...outrages._] Pope. _mercy,...outrages?_ Ff.

[cea027], cea028: _penitent?...York._] Pope. _penitent,...York._ Ff.

[cea043], cea055: _whiles_] _while_ Pope.

[cea044] _deck_] _pack_ Warburton conj. withdrawn. See note (VIII).

[cea048] _Come...down._] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[cea050] _I had_] _I’d_ Pope.

[cea057], cea066, cea071, cea075: with drum and colours] Ff. with drum
and souldiers. (Qq). with forces, drum and colours. Dyce.

[cea058] SCENE II. Pope.

[cea059] [He...city.] Capell. Exit. (Qq). om. Ff.

[cea064] _but_] om. Pope. ¶ _defence_] _fence_ S. Walker conj.

[cea067], cea072: [He...city] Malone. He too enters the city. Capell.
Exit. (Qq). om. Ff.

[cea068] _buy_] _’by_ Grant White, from _abie_ (Q1).

[cea078] _whom an_] Rowe. _whom, an_ F2 F3 F4. _whom, in_ F1.

[cea079] [Glou. and Clar. whisper. Collier, from (Qq).

[cea081] [Taking...hat.] Capell. A Parley is sounded; Richard and
Clarence whisper together; and then Clarence takes his red Rose out of
his Hat, and throws it at Warwick. Theobald, from (Qq), after line 80.

[cea085] _trow’st_] Pope. _trowest_ Ff.

[cea086] _That Clarence is_] _Clarence_ Steevens conj. ¶ _so harsh, so
blunt_] Ff. _so harsh_ (Qq). _so harsh, so blind_ Collier conj. _so
blunt_ Mitford conj. ¶ _blunt, unnatural_] _blunt-unnatural_ S. Walker
conj. _brute-unnatural_ Anon. conj.

[cea091] _Jephthah’s_] _Jepthah’s_ Rowe (ed. 2). _Jephah_ F1 F2.
_Jepthah_ F3 F4.

[cea104] _our_] _my_ Rowe (ed. 1).

[ceb001] [Exeunt...] Exeunt. March. Warwicke and his companie followes.
Ff. ¶ SCENE II.] Capell. SCENE III. Pope. ¶ A field...]
Theobald. Barnet. Pope. ¶ King Edward...] Edward... Ff.

[ceb002] _fear’d_] _scar’d_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[ceb011] _yields...edge_] _to the axe’s edge the cedar yields_ Steevens
conj.

[ceb022] _bent_] _ben_ F2.

[ceb041] _for_] _on_ Capell.

[ceb044] _Which...vault_] (_Which...vault_) Capell conj. ¶ _clamour_]
(Qq) Warburton. _cannon_ Ff.

[ceb045] _mought_] Ff. _could_ (Qq) Capell. _might_ Pope.

[ceb048] _Sweet...yourselves_] As in Capell. As two lines, the first
ending _soule_ in Ff. See note (IX).

[cec001] SCENE III.] Capell. SCENE IV. Pope. ¶ Another...]
Theobald. ¶ Gloucester,] Richard, Ff.

[cec019] _toward_] Ff. _towards_ (Qq) Capell.

[ced001] SCENE IV.] Capell. SCENE V. Pope. ¶ Plains...]
Theobald. Tewksbury. Pope. ¶ Queen Margaret,] Capell. the Queene, Ff. ¶
Prince Edward,] Malone. young Edward, Ff.

[ced010] _Whiles_] _While_ Pope.

[ced016] _here_] F4. _here,_ F1 F2 F3.

[ced018] _The_] _Our_ or _These_ S. Walker conj. ¶ _tacklings_]
_tacklings still_ Pope. _tackling still_ Johnson.

[ced027] _ragged_] Rowe. _raged_ Ff.

[ced034] _If case_] _In case_ F4.

[ced035] _hoped-for_] _hop’d-for_ Ff. _hope for_ Anon. conj.

[ced066] Flourish and March.] F1. Martch. F2. March. F3 F4.
¶ Enter King Edward, Gloucester...] Enter Edward, Richard... Ff.
Enter...soldiers, on the other side of the stage. Johnson. Enter at a
distance King Edward and forces, marching. Capell.

[ced067] SCENE VI. Pope.

[ced072] [he, and his, draw off. Capell.

[ced075] _mine eyes_] (Qq) Capell. _my eye_ Ff.

[ced082] _fight_] _battle_ Pope.

[cee001] SCENE V.] Capell. Pope continues the scene. ¶ Another...]
The same. Another part of them (i.e. the plains). Capell. ¶ Flourish.]
F1. om. F2 F3 F4. ¶ Enter...prisoners.] Capell. Enter Edward,
Richard, Queene, Clarence, Oxford, Somerset. Ff. See note (X). ¶
cee001: _Now here_] F1. _Now here’s_ F2 F3 F4. _Lo, here_ Capell,
from (Qq).

[cee002] _Hames_] (Qq) Ff. _Hammes_ Rowe. _Holmes_ Hanmer. _Hammes’_
Capell. _Ham’s_ Delius.

[cee006] [Exeunt......guarded.] Capell. Exeunt. Ff.

[cee011] Enter...] Enter Soldiers, with the Prince. Capell. Enter the
Prince. Ff.

[cee012] [K. Edward sits. Collier (Collier MS.).

[cee016] _the trouble_] _trouble_ F2.

[cee017] _ambitious_] _ambitions_ F2.

[cee026] _sort_] Rowe. _sorts_ (Qq) Ff.

[cee027] _ye_] _you_ (Qq) Capell.

[cee033] _all_] om. Pope.

[cee038], cee039: K. Edw. _Take that, thou...here._ Glou. _Sprawl’st
thou?...agony._] Edw. _Take that, the...here._ Rich. _Sprawl’st
thou...agony._ Ff. Glo. _Take that, thou...here._ K. Edw. _And take
thou that, to end thy agony._ Pope. ¶ cee038: _thou_] (Q3) Rowe. _the_
(Q1 Q2) Ff. ¶ [Stabs him]. Ff.

[cee039] [Stabs him.] Rich. stabs him. Ff.

[cee040] [Stabs him.] Clar. stabs him. Ff.

[cee044] _fill_] _file_ Jackson conj.

[cee045] _swoon_] F4. _swowne_ F1 F2. _swoun_ F3.

[cee048] _some_] _more_ Capell, from (Qq).

[cee050] _The Tower, the Tower._] Capell. _Tower, the Tower_. Ff. _The
Tower, man, the Tower!--I’ll root ’em out_. Theobald, from (Qq). _The
Tower, man, Tower!_ Steevens.

[cee055] _deed_] _dead_ Collier (ed. 2), a misprint. ¶ _equal_]
_sequel_ Collier MS.

[cee059] _an if_] Hanmer. _and if_ Ff.

[cee077], cee078: See note (XI).

[cee080] _Petitioners_] F1. _Petitioner_ F2 F3 F4. ¶ _put’st_] F1.
_pul’st_ F2 F3. _pull’st_ F4.

[cee082] [Exit...forcibly.] Capell. Exit Queene. Ff.

[cef001] SCENE VI.] Capell. SCENE VII. Pope. ¶ London. The
Tower.] The Tower of London. Pope. A Room in the Tower. Capell. See
note (XII). ¶ Enter...] Enter Henry the sixt, and Richard,... Ff.
King Henry is seen sitting at his Book, the Lieutenant attending. Enter
Gloster. Capell.

[cef006] _Sirrah_] F4. _Sirra_ F1. _Sirrha_ F2 F3.

[cef007] _reckless_] Hanmer. _wreaklesse_ F1 F2. _wreakless_ F3 F4.

[cef008] _sheep_] _flock_ Rowe. Corrected first by Capell.

[cef010] _Roscius_] Pope. _Rossius_ Ff. _Richard_ Hanmer (Warburton). ¶
_now_] om. F4.

[cef015] _male to_] _mate of_ So quoted by Mason.

[cef017] _limed_] _lim’d_ F1 F4. _limb’d_ F2 F3.

[cef021] _boy_] _son_ (Qq) Capell.

[cef035] _didst_] _did_ F2.

[cef041] _Men......husbands_] _Wives for their husbands, fathers
for their sons,_ Anon. conj. from (Qq). ¶ _sons,...husbands,_]
_sonnes,...husbands,_ F1. _sonnes,......husbands fate,_ F2.
_sons,...husbands fate,_ F3 F4. _sons,...husbands’ fate,_
Warburton. _sons,...husband’s fate,_ Johnson (a misprint).
_sons’,......husbands’,_ Knight. _sons,...husbands mourning;_ Keightley
conj.

[cef042] _And orphans_] F2 F3 F4. _Orphans_ F1.

[cef045] _aboding...time_] _aboding...tune_ (Qq). _a boding...tune_
Theobald.

[cef046] _and_] _an_ Hanmer. ¶ _tempest_] _tempests_ (Qq) Capell.

[cef047] _rook’d her_] _croak’d hoarse_ Warburton. _rock’d her_ Johnson
conj. _croak’d her_ Capell. _ruck’d her_ Steevens conj. _reek’d her_
Anon. conj.

[cef048] _discords_] _discord_ (Qq) Grant White.

[cef051] _To wit,_] om. Capell conj. ¶ _To wit, an...lump,_] F1. _To
wit, an indigested deformed lump_ F2 F3. _To wit, an indigested
deform’d lump_ F4. _To wit, an undigest deformed lump_ Capell,
from (Qq). _To wit, an indigest deformed lump_ Malone. _To wit, An
undigested and deformed lump_ Dyce (in two lines).

[cef056] _Thou camest--_] _Thou cam’st--_ Ff. _Thou cam’st into the
world_ (Qq). _Thou cam’st into the world with thy legs forward._
Theobald.

[cef057] _I’ll...speech:_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[cef079] After this line, Theobald inserts from (Qq) _I had no father,
I am like no father._

[cef084] _keep’st_] F3 F4. _keept’st_ F1 F2.

[cef093] _thy_] _the_ Pope. ¶ [Exit, with the body.] Capell. Exit. Ff.

[ceg001] SCENE VII.] Capell. SCENE VIII. Pope. ¶ London...] The
Palace in London. Theobald. The same. A Room of State in the Palace.
Capell. ¶ Flourish.] F1. om. F2 F3 F4. ¶ a Nurse with the young
Prince,] Edd., from (Qq). Nurse, Ff. ¶ King Edward is seen sitting in
his Throne; The Queen, with the infant Prince in her Arms, Clarence,
and Others, by him: to them, Gloster. Capell. ¶ ceg001: _in_] _on_ Rowe.

[ceg004] _tops_] _top_ Rowe.

[ceg005] _renown’d_] Rowe. _renowmd_ (Q1 Q2). _renownd_ (Q3).
_Renowne_ F1 F2. _Renown_ F3 F4.

[ceg006] _undoubted_] _redoubted_ Capell conj. _undaunted_ Anon. conj.

[ceg014] [Enter Gloster behind. Collier (Collier MS.).

[ceg015] _kiss_] _kiffe_ F2.

[ceg017] _winter’s_] _winters_ F1. _winter_ F2 F3 F4.

[ceg020] _gain_] _grain_ Collier conj.

[ceg021]–ceg025: [Aside.] Rowe.

[ceg025] _and_] See note (XIII). ¶ _thou shalt_] (Qq) Capell. _that
shalt_ F1 F2. _that shall_ F3 F4. _this shall_ Johnson conj. ¶
[Pointing to his head. Hanmer.

[ceg027] _kiss_] F4. _kis_ F1 F2. _kisse_ F3. See note (XIII).

[ceg028] _unto_] F1. om. F4.

[ceg030] Q. Eliz.] Queen. (Qq) Theobald. Cla. F1. Clar. F2. King. F3
F4. See note (XIV). ¶ _Thanks_] F3 F4. _Thanke_ F1. _Thankes_ F2.

[ceg033], ceg034: [Aside.] Rowe.

[ceg038] _Reignier_] Rowe. _Reynard_ (Qq) Ff.

[ceg042] [rising. Capell.

[ceg044] _befits the pleasure of the_] Ff. _befits the pleasures of
the_ (Qq). _befit the pleasure of the_ Pope. _befit the pleasures of a_
Capell. _befit the pleasures of the_ Steevens.

[ceg046] [Exeunt.] Exeunt omnes. Ff.




NOTES TO III KING HENRY VI.


NOTE I.

II. 1. 95. Pope and Hanmer make no new scene here, although they
evidently intended to do so, as the next scene is marked as Scene III.
In Theobald, as usual, the scenes are not numbered.


NOTE II.

II. 2. 89. In this passage the lines 89–92 are given to ‘Cla.’ in the
first Folio, and to ‘George’ in the Quartos; but it is evident that
Shakespeare, by altering ‘his brother’ in line 92 to ‘me,’ intended the
whole to be spoken by Edward. This is another instance of Shakespeare’s
haste in remodelling the older plays.


NOTE III.

II. 5. 92, 93. Capell follows Hanmer in adopting the reading of the
Quartos. We retain the reading of the Folios, because the alteration
merely transfers the difficulty of explanation from one line to another.


NOTE IV.

III. 1. As Sinklo is certainly the name of an Actor, who is mentioned
in the stage directions in the _Taming of the Shrew_ (Ind. I. 86), and
in _Henry IV._ Pt. II. (Act IV. Sc. 4), there is great probability
that Humfrey is the name of another Actor, perhaps, as Malone suggests,
Humfrey Jeaffes. Neither of these is mentioned in the list of
‘Principal Actors’ prefixed to the first Folio.


NOTE V.

IV. 1. 20–23. The following is the arrangement of these lines in the
Folios:

 ‘Not I: no:
  God forbid, that I should wish them seuer’d,
  Whom God hath ioyn’d together:
  I, and ’twere pittie, to sunder them,
  That yoake so well together.’

Pope reads:

 ‘Not I; no: God forbid that I should wish
  Them severed whom God hath join’d together.
  Pity to sunder them, that yoak so well.’


NOTE VI.

IV. 2. 13. The reading ‘overture’ first appears in Warburton’s
edition, being probably a misprint. Johnson adopts it, but suggests
the true reading ‘coverture,’ without giving any indication that
this was the reading in all the Folios and in all the editions
before Warburton’s. We give this as one of the many instances of the
carelessness with which Johnson’s work was done.


NOTE VII.

IV. 8. In the Folios, Somerset is introduced in the stage direction,
though he had gone with young Richmond into Brittany. The mistake arose
from the Quartos in which Scene VI. and Scene VIII. form but one.


NOTE VIII.

V. 1. 44. This conjecture of Warburton’s, which as he does not
mention it in his edition we have marked ‘withdrawn,’ is found in a
series of unpublished letters from Theobald to Warburton recently added
to the treasures of the British Museum. The first of these letters is
dated Feb. 10, 1729, and the last Sep. 4, 1736. That in which allusion
is made to the passage in question is dated March 10, 1732. Theobald
rejects Warburton’s suggestion, for, he says, ‘Deck’ is ‘a county
dialect,’ meaning the same thing. Among the MSS. recently acquired by
the Museum is a series of letters from Hanmer to Warburton beginning
Dec. 24, 1735, and ending May 25, 1739. In a letter dated July 27,
1737, Hanmer mentions his conjectural reading ‘truss’ for ‘cost’ which
he afterwards inserted in the text of his edition. He defends it thus:
‘when a hawk raiseth a fowl aloft and soaring upwards with it at length
seizeth it in the air, she is said to _truss_ the fowl, which I imagine
is the word which the poor desponding king was made here to apply to
his crown.’


NOTE IX.

V. 2. 48. The first Folio, which the later Folios copy _verbatim_ but
not _literatim_, reads as follows:

 ‘Oh farewell _Warwicke_.
    _Warw._ Sweet rest his Soule:
  Flye Lords, and saue your selues,
  For _Warwicke_ bids you all farewell, to meet in Heauen.’

Pope reads:

 ‘O farewel Warwick.
    _War._ Sweetly rest his soul!
  Fly lords and save your selves, for Warwick bids
  You all farewel, to meet again in heaven.’

Capell:

 ‘O, farewel, Warwick!
    _War._ Sweet rest his soul!--Fly, lords, and save yourselves;
  For Warwick bids farewel, to meet in heaven.’

Rann:

 ‘O, farewel, Warwick!
    _War._ Sweet rest his soul!--
  Fly, lords, and save yourselves; Warwick bids you
  All farewel--to meet in heaven.’

In his edition of 1778 Steevens followed Pope’s arrangement; restoring,
however, ‘Sweet’ for ‘Sweetly’ and omitting ‘again.’

Steevens in later editions gives:

 ‘O, farewell, Warwick!
    _War._ Sweet rest to his soul!--
  Fly, lords, and save yourselves; for Warwick bids
  You all farewell to meet again in heaven.’

The arrangement which we have adopted is exactly that of the Quartos.
Mr Collier was the first of modern editors to introduce it in his text.


NOTE X.

V. 5. We have adhered in the stage directions as nearly as possible
to the Folios, which throughout the play mark no division of the
scenes, except at the end of an Act. Rowe first omitted the _Exeunt._
Theobald, who also continued the scene, gave _Alarm. Retreat.
Excursions. Both Parties go out. Re-enter King Edward_, &c.

Capell first made a new scene here and, altering the relative position
of the stage directions, gave _Exeunt both the Armies._ SC. V.
_Alarums; Excursions; afterwards a Retreat. Then, Enter, as from
Conquest, King Edward, &c._

Capell’s arrangement has, as usual, been followed by subsequent
editors.


NOTE XI.

V. 5. 77, 78.

                 ‘Where is that devil’s butcher,
 Hard-favour’d Richard? Richard, where art thou?’

The reading we have given in the text is that of Steevens, which
appears to be nearest the corresponding passage of the Quartos.

The first Folio has:

         ‘Where is that diuels butcher _Richard_?
 Hard fauor’d _Richard_? _Richard_, where art thou?’

The second Folio:

           ‘Where is that divels butcher _Richard_
 Hard favor’d _Richard_? _Richard_, where art thou?’

The third and fourth put a comma after the first ‘_Richard_,’ the third
reading ‘devils,’ the fourth ‘devil’s.’ Rowe follows the Folios.

Pope has:

                 ‘where is that Devil’s butcher,
 Richard? hard-favour’d Richard, where art thou?’

Theobald:

                 ‘where is that Devil-butcher,
 Richard? hard-favour’d Richard, where art thou?’

Capell:

                 ‘Where is that butcher, Richard?
 Hard-favour’d Richard? Richard, where art thou?’


NOTE XII.

V. 6. We have retained the stage direction of the Folios ‘on the
walls’ instead of adopting Capell’s alteration ‘a Room in the Tower’,
as it seems likely that the mistake lies in the expression ‘another
room’ which was retained from the older play, the author forgetting
that he had changed the scene to the walls.


NOTE XIII.

V. 7. 25. The copy of the first Folio belonging to Lord Ellesmere has
in this place ‘add’ for ‘and.’ In line 27, the same copy reads ‘’tis’
for ‘kis,’ which latter is the word found so far as we know in all
other copies.


NOTE XIV.

V. 7. 30. Steevens says: ‘In my copy of the second Folio, which had
belonged to King Charles the First, his Majesty has erased _Cla._ and
written _King_, in its stead. Shakespeare, therefore, in the catalogue
of his restorers may boast a Royal name.’




The First Part of the Contention of The Two Famovs Houses of _Yorke_ &
_Lancaster_, with the death of the good Duke _Humphrey_.


SCENE I.

_Enter at one doore, King_ HENRY _the sixt, and_ HUMPHREY _Duke
of_ GLOSTER, _the Duke of_ SOMMERSET, _the Duke of_ BUCKINGHAM,
_Cardinall_ BEWFORD, _and others_.

_Enter at the other doore, the Duke of_ YORKE, _and the Marquesse of_
SUFFOLKE, _and Queene_ MARGARET, _and the Earle of_ SALISBURY
_and_ WARWICKE.

 _Suffolke._ As by your high imperiall Maiesties command,
 I had in charge at my depart for _France_,
 As Procurator for your excellence,
 To marry Princes _Margaret_ for your grace,
 So in the auncient famous Citie Towres,   ·daa005·
 In presence of the Kings of _France & Cyssile_,
 The Dukes of _Orleance_, _Calabar_, _Brittaine_, and _Alonson_.
 Seuen Earles, twelue Barons, and then the reuerend Bishops,   [daa008]
 I did performe my taske and was espousde,
 And now, most humbly on my bended knees,   ·daa010·
 In sight of England and her royall Peeres,
 Deliuer vp my title in the Queene,
 Vnto your gratious excellence, that are the substance
 Of that great shadow I did represent:
 The happiest gift that euer Marquesse gaue,   ·daa015·
 The fairest Queene that euer King possest.

 _King._ _Suffolke_ arise.
 Welcome Queene _Margaret_ to English _Henries_ Court,
 The greatest shew of kindnesse yet we can bestow,
 Is this kinde kisse: Oh gracious God of heauen,
 Lend me a heart repleat with thankfulnesse,
 For in this beautious face thou hast bestowde
 A world of pleasures to my perplexed soule.

 _Queene._ Th’ excessiue loue I beare vnto your grace,
 Forbids me to be lauish of my tongue,   ·daa025·
 Least I should speake more then beseemes a woman:
 Let this suffice, my blisse is in your liking,
 And nothing can make poore _Margaret_ miserable,
 Vnlesse the frowne of mightie Englands King.

 _Kin._ Her lookes did wound, but now her speech doth pierce,   [daa030]
 Louely Queene _Margaret_ sit down by my side:
 And vnckle _Gloster_, and you Lordly Peeres,   [daa032]
 With one voice welcome my beloued Queene.

 _All._ Long liue Queene _Margaret_, Englands happinesse.

 _Queene._ We thanke you all.   ·daa035·
               Sound Trumpets.

 _Suffolke._ My Lord Protector, so it please your grace,
 Here are the Articles confirmde of peace,   [daa037]
 Betweene our Soueraigne and the French King _Charles_,
 Till terme of eighteene months be full expirde.

 _Humphrey._ _Imprimis_, It is agreed betweene the French King [daa040]
 _Charles_, and _William de la Poule_, Marquesse of _Suffolke_,
 Embassador [daa041] for _Henry_ King of England, that the said _Henry_
 shal wed and espouse the Ladie _Margaret_, daughter to _Raynard_ King
 of _Naples_, _Cyssels_, and _Ierusalem_, and crowne her Queene of
 England, ere the 30. of the next month. [daa045]

 _Item._ It is further agreed betweene them, that the Dutches of
 _Anioy_ [daa046] and of _Maine_, shall be released and deliuered ouer
 to the King her fa. [daa048]
               Duke _Humphrey_ lets it fall.

 _Kin._ How now vnkle, whats the matter that you stay so sodenly.

 _Humph._ Pardon my Lord, a sodain qualme came ouer my hart,   [daa050]
 Which dimmes mine eyes that I can reade no more.   [daa051]
 Vnckle of _Winchester_, I pray you reade on.   [daa052]

 _Cardinall_. _Item_, It is further agreed betweene them, that the
 [daa053] Duches of _Anioy_ and of _Mayne_, shall be released and
 deliuered [daa054] ouer to the King her father, & she sent ouer of the
 King ·daa055· of Englands owne proper cost and charges without dowry.

 _King._ They please vs well, Lord Marquesse kneele downe, We here
 create thee first Duke of _Suffolke_, & girt thee with the sword.
 Cosin of Yorke, We here discharge your grace from being Regent in the
 parts of _France_, till terme of 18. months ·daa060· be full expirde.

 Thankes vnckle _Winchester_, _Gloster_, _Yorke_, and _Buckingham_,
              _Somerset_, _Salsbury_, and _Warwicke_.
 We thanke you all for this great fauour done,   [daa063]
 In entertainment to my Princely Queene,
 Come let vs in, and with all speed prouide   ·daa065·
 To see her Coronation be performde.   [daa066]
               _Exet_ King, Queene, and Suffolke, and Duke Humphrey
                staies all the rest.

 _Humphrey._ Braue Peeres of England, Pillars of the state,   [daa067]
 To you Duke _Humphrey_ must vnfold his griefe,
 What did my brother _Henry_ toyle himselfe,
 And waste his subjects for to conquere _France_?   ·daa070·
 And did my brother _Bedford_ spend his time
 To keepe in awe that stout vnruly Realme?
 And haue not I and mine vnckle _Bewford_ here,
 Done all we could to keepe that land in peace?
 And is all our labours then spent in vaine,   [daa075]
 For Suffolke he, the new made Duke that rules the roast,
 Hath giuen away for our King _Henries_ Queene,
 The Dutches of _Anioy_ and _Mayne_ vnto her father.
 Ah Lords, fatall is this marriage canselling our states,
 Reuersing Monuments of conquered _France_,   ·daa080·
 Vndoing all, as none had nere bene done.

 _Card._ Why how now cosin _Gloster_, what needs this?
 As if our King were bound vnto your will,
 And might not do his will without your leaue,
 Proud Protector, enuy in thine eyes I see,   ·daa085·
 The big swolne venome of thy hatefull heart,
 That dares presume gainst that thy Soueraigne likes.   [daa087]

 _Humphr._ Nay my Lord tis not my words that troubles you,   [daa088]
 But my presence, proud Prelate as thou art:
 But ile begone, and giue thee leaue to speake.   [daa090]
 Farewell my Lords, and say when I am gone,
 I prophesied _France_ would be lost ere long.
               _Exet_ Duke _Humphrey_.

 _Card._ There goes our Protector in a rage,
 My Lords you know he is my great enemy,
 And though he be Protector of the land,   ·daa095·
 And thereby couers his deceitfull thoughts,
 For well you see, if he but walke the streets,   [daa097]
 The common people swarme about him straight,
 Crying Iesus blesse your royall exellence,
 With God preserue the good Duke _Humphrey_.   ·daa100·
 And many things besides that are not knowne,
 Which time will bring to light in smooth Duke _Humphrey_.   [daa112]
 But I will after him, and if I can
 Ile laie a plot to heaue him from his seate.
               _Exet_ Cardinall.

 _Buck._ But let vs watch this haughtie Cardinall,   ·daa105·
 Cosen of _Somerset_ be rulde by me,
 Weele watch Duke _Humphrey_ and the Cardinall too,
 And put them from the marke they faine would hit.

 _Somerset._ Thanks cosin _Buckingham_, ioyne thou with me,
 And both of vs with the Duke of _Suffolke_,   ·daa110·
 Weele quickly heaue Duke _Humphrey_ from his seate.

 _Buck._ Content, Come then let vs about it straight,
 For either thou or I will be Protector.
               _Exet Buckingham and Somerset._

 _Salsb._ Pride went before, Ambition follows after.
 Whilst these do seeke their owne preferments thus,   ·daa115·
 My Lords let vs seeke for our Countries good,
 Oft haue I seene this haughtie Cardinall   [daa117]
 Sweare, and forsweare himselfe, and braue it out,
 More like a Ruffin then a man of Church.   [daa119]
 Cosin _Yorke_, the victories thou hast wonne,   ·daa120·
 In _Ireland_, _Normandie_, and in _France,_
 Hath wonne thee immortall praise in England.
 And thou braue _Warwicke_, my thrice valiant sonne,
 Thy simple plainnesse and thy house-keeping,
 Hath wonne thee credit amongst the common sort,   ·daa125·
 The reuerence of mine age, and _Neuels_ name,
 Is of no little force if I command,
 Then let vs ioyne all three in one for this,
 That good Duke _Humphrey_ may his state possesse,
 But wherefore weepes _Warwicke_ my noble sonne.

 _Warw._ For griefe that all is lost that _Warwick_ won.
 Sonnes. _Anioy_ and _Maine,_ both giuen away at once,   [daa132]

 Why _Warwick_ did win them, & must that then which we wonne with our
 swords, be giuen away with wordes.

 _Yorke._ As I haue read, our Kinges of England were woont to ·daa135·
 haue large dowries with their wiues, but our King _Henry_ giues away
 his owne.

 _Sals._ Come sonnes away and looke vnto the maine.

 _War._ Vnto the _Maine_, Oh father _Maine_ is lost,
 Which _Warwicke_ by maine force did win from _France_,   ·daa140·
 Maine chance father you meant, but I meant _Maine_,   [daa141]
 Which I will win from _France_, or else be slaine.
 _Exet Salsbury_ and _Warwicke_.

 _Yorke._ _Anioy_ and _Maine_, both giuen vnto the French,
 Cold newes for me, for I had hope of _France_,
 Euen as I haue of fertill England.   ·daa145·
 A day will come when _Yorke_ shall claime his owne,
 And therefore I will take the _Neuels_ parts,
 And make a show of loue to proud Duke _Humphrey_:
 And when I spie aduantage, claime the Crowne,
 For thats the golden marke I seeke to hit:   ·daa150·
 Nor shall proud _Lancaster_ vsurpe my right,
 Nor hold the scepter in his childish fist,
 Nor weare the Diademe vpon his head,
 Whose church-like humours fits not for a Crowne:
 Then _Yorke_ be still a while till time do serue,   ·daa155·
 Watch thou, and wake when others be a sleepe,   [daa156]
 To prie into the secrets of the state,
 Till _Henry_ surfeiting in ioyes of loue,
 With his new bride, and Englands dear bought queene,
 And _Humphrey_ with the Peeres be falne at iarres,   ·daa160·
 Then will I raise aloft the milke-white Rose,
 With whose sweete smell the aire shall be perfumde,
 And in my Standard beare the Armes of _Yorke_,
 To graffle with the House of _Lancaster_:   [daa164]
 And force perforce, ile make him yeeld the Crowne,   ·daa165·
 Whose bookish rule hath puld faire England downe.
 _Exet Yorke._


SCENE II.

Enter Duke _Humphrey_, and Dame _Ellanor_,
_Cobham_ his wife.

 _Elnor._ Why droopes my Lord like ouer ripened corne,
 Hanging the head at _Cearies_ plentious loade,   [dab002]
 What seest thou Duke _Humphrey_ King _Henries_ Crowne?
 Reach at it, and if thine arme be too short,
 Mine shall lengthen it. Art not thou a Prince,   [dab005]
 Vnckle to the King, and his Protector?
 Then what shouldst thou lacke that might content thy minde.   [dab007]

 _Humph._ My louely _Nell_, far be it from my heart,
 To thinke of Treasons gainst my soueraigne Lord,
 But I was troubled with a dreame to night,   ·dab010·
 And God I pray, it do betide no ill.   [dab011]

 _Elnor._ What drempt my Lord. Good _Humphrey_ tell it me,   [dab012]
 And ile interpret it, and when thats done,
 Ile tell thee then, what I did dreame to night.

 _Humphrey._ This night when I was laid in bed, I dreampt
               that   [dab015]
 This my staffe mine Office badge in Court,
 Was broke in two, and on the ends were plac’d,   [dab017]
 The heads of the Cardinall of _Winchester_,   [dab018]
 And _William de la Poule_ first Duke of _Suffolke_.   [dab019]

 _Elnor._ Tush my Lord, this signifies nought but this,   ·dab020·
 That he that breakes a sticke of _Glosters_ groue,
 Shall for th’ offence, make forfeit of his head.
 But now my Lord, Ile tell you what I dreampt,
 Me thought I was in the Cathedrall Church
 At Westminster, and seated in the chaire   ·dab025·
 Where Kings and Queenes are crownde, and at my feete   [dab026]
 _Henry_ and _Margaret_ with a Crowne of gold
 Stood readie to set it on my Princely head.

 _Humphrey._ Fie _Nell_. Ambitious woman as thou art,
 Art thou not second woman in this land,   ·dab030·
 And the Protectors wife belou’d of him,   [dab031]
 And wilt thou still be hammering treason thus,   [dab032]
 Away I say, and let me heare no more.

 _Elnor._ How now my Lord. What angry with your _Nell_,
 For telling but her dreame. The next I haue   [dab035]
 Ile keepe to my selfe, and not be rated thus.   [dab036]

 _Humphrey._ Nay _Nell_, Ile giue no credit to a dreame,
 But I would haue thee to thinke on no such things.   [dab038]

    Enters a Messenger.

 _Messenger._ And it please your grace, the King and Queene to morrow
 morning will ride a hawking to Saint Albones, [dab040] and craues your
 company along with them.

 _Humphrey._ With all my heart, I will attend his grace:
 Come _Nell_, thou wilt go with vs vs I am sure.   [dab043]
               _Exet Humphrey._

 _Elnor._ Ile come after you, for I cannot go before,
 But ere it be long, Ile go before them all,   [dab045]
 Despight of all that seeke to crosse me thus,
 Who is within there?

    Enter sir _Iohn Hum_.

 What sir _Iohn Hum_, what newes with you?

 _Sir Iohn._ Iesus preserue your Maiestie.

 _Elnor._ My Maiestie. Why man I am but grace.   ·dab050·

 _Ser Iohn._ I, but by the grace of God & _Hums_ aduise,   [dab051]
 Your graces state shall be aduanst ere long.

 _Elnor._ What hast thou conferd with _Margery Iordaine_, the
 cunning Witch of _Ely_, with _Roger Bullingbrooke_ and the   [dab054]
 rest, and will they vndertake to do me good?   [dab055]

 _Sir Iohn._ I haue Madame, and they haue promised me to raise a
 Spirite from depth of vnder grounde, that shall tell your [dab057]
 grace all questions you demaund.

 _Elnor._ Thanks good sir _Iohn_. Some two daies hence I gesse  [dab059]
 Will fit our time, then see that they be here:   ·dab060·
 For now the King is ryding to Saint Albones,
 And all the Dukes and Earles along with him,
 When they be gone, then safely they may come,   [dab063]
 And on the backside of my Orchard heere,
 There cast their Spelles in silence of the night,   ·dab065·
 And so resolue vs of the thing we wish,   [dab066]
 Till when, drinke that for my sake, And so farwell.
               _Exet Elnor._

 _Sir Iohn._ Now sir _Iohn Hum_, No words but mum.
 Seale vp your lips, for you must silent be,
 These gifts ere long will make me mightie rich.   ·dab070·
 The Duches she thinks now that all is well,
 But I haue gold comes from another place,
 From one that hyred me to set her on,
 To plot these Treasons gainst the King and Peeres,
 And that is the mightie Duke of _Suffolke_.   ·dab075·
 For he it is, but I must not say so,
 That by my meanes must worke the Duches fall,
 Who now by Cuniurations thinkes to rise.   [dab078]
 But whist sir _Iohn,_ no more of that I trow,   [dab079]
 For feare you lose your head before you goe.   ·dab080·
               _Exet._


SCENE III.

Enter two Petitioners, and _Peter_ the Armourers man.

 _1. Peti._ Come sirs let vs linger here abouts a while,   [dac001]
 Vntil my Lord Protector come this way,
 That we may show his grace our seuerall causes.

 _2. Peti._ I pray God saue the good Duke _Humphries_ life,   [dac004]
 For but for him a many were vndone,   ·dac005·
 That cannot get no succour in the Court,   [dac006]
 But see where he comes with the Oueene.

    Enter the Duke of _Suffolke_ with the Queene, and they take him for
    Duke _Humphrey_, and giues him their writings.

 _1. Peti._ Oh we are vndone, this is the Duke of _Suffolke_.

 _Queene._ Now good-fellowes, whom would you speak withall?

 _2. Peti._ If it please your Maiestie, with my Lord Protectors ·dac010·
 Grace.

 _Queene._ Are your sutes to his grace. Let vs see them first, [dac012]
 Looke on them my Lord of _Suffolke_.

 _Suffolke._ A complaint against the Cardinals man,
 What hath he done?   ·dac015·

 _2. Peti._ Marry my Lord, he hath stole away my wife,   [dac016]
 And th’ are gone togither, and I know not where to finde them.

 _Suffolke._ Hath he stole thy wife, thats some iniury indeed. [dac018]
 But what say you?

 _Peter Thump._ Marry sir I come to tel you that my maister said,
 ·dac020· that the Duke of _Yor_k_e_ was true heire vnto the Crowne,
 and [dac021] that the King was an vsurer.

 _Queene._ An vsurper thou wouldst say.

 _Peter._ I forsooth an vsurper. [dac024]

 _Queene._ Didst thou say the King was an vsurper? ·dac025·

 _Peter._ No forsooth, I saide my maister saide so, th’ other day, when
 we were scowring the Duke of _Yorks_ Armour in our garret.

 _Suffolke._ I marry this is something like,
 Whose within there?   [dac030]

    Enter one or two.

 Sirra take in this fellow and keepe him close,   [dac031]
 And send out a Purseuant for his maister straight,
 Weele here more of this before the King.   [dac033]
               _Exet_ with the Armourers man.
 Now sir what yours? Let me see it,   [dac034]
 Whats here?   [dac035]

 A complaint against the Duke of _Suffolke_ for enclosing the commons
 of long Melford.

 How now sir knaue.   [dac038]

 _1. Peti._ I beseech your grace to pardon me, me, I am but a [dac039]
 Messenger for the whole town-ship. ·dac040·

    He teares the papers.

 _Suffolke._ So now show your petitions to Duke _Humphrey_.   [dac041]
 Villaines get you gone and come not neare the Court,   [dac042]
 Dare these pesants write against me thus.   [dac043]
               _Exet_ Petitioners.

 _Queene._ My Lord of _Suffolke_, you may see by this,
 The Commons loues vnto that haughtie Duke,   ·dac045·
 That seekes to him more then to King _Henry_:
 Whose eyes are alwaies poring on his booke,
 And nere regards the honour of his name,   [dac048]
 But still must be protected like a childe,
 And gouerned by that ambitious Duke,   ·dac050·
 That scarse will moue his cap nor speake to vs,   [dac051]
 And his proud wife, high minded _Elanor_,
 That ruffles it with such a troupe of Ladies,
 As strangers in the Court takes her for the Queene.   [dac054]
 The other day she vanted to her maides,   ·dac055·
 That the very traine of her worst gowne,
 Was worth more wealth then all my fathers lands,
 Can any griefe of minde be like to this.   [dac058]
 I tell thee _Poull_, when thou didst runne at Tilt,   [dac059]
 And stolst away our Ladaies hearts in _France_,   [dac060]
 I thought King _Henry_ had bene like to thee,
 Or else thou hadst not brought me out of _France_.

 _Suffolke._ Madame content your selfe a litle while,
 As I was cause of your comming to England,   [dac064]
 So will I in England worke your full content:   ·dac065·
 And as for proud Duke _Humphrey_ and his wife,
 I haue set lime-twigs that will intangle them,
 As that your grace ere long shall vnderstand.
 But staie Madame, here comes the King.   [dac069]

    Enter King _Henry_, and the Duke of _Yorke_ and the Duke of
    _Somerset_ on both sides of the King, whispering with him, and
    enter Duke _Humphrey_, Dame _Elnor_, the Duke of _Buckingham_, the
    Earle of _Salsbury_, the Earle of _Warwicke_, and the Cardinall of
    _Winchester_.

 _King._ My Lords I care not who be Regent in _France_, or _York_,
 ·dac070· or Somerset, alls wonne to me. [dac071]

 _Yorke_ My Lord, if _Yorke_ haue ill demeande himselfe,
 Let _Somerset_ enioy his place and go to _France_.

 _Somerset._ Then whom your grace thinke worthie, let him go,  [dac074]
 And there be made the Regent ouer the French.   ·dac075·

 _Warwicke._ Whom soeuer you account worthie,
 _Yorke_ is the worthiest.

 _Cardinall._ Pease _Warwicke_. Giue thy betters leaue to
               speake.   [dac078]

 _War._ The Cardinals not my better in the field.   [dac079]

 _Buc._ All in this place are thy betters farre.   ·dac080·

 _War._ And _Warwicke_ may liue to be the best of all.   [dac081]

 _Queene._ My Lord in mine opinion, it were best that _Somerset_ were
 Regent ouer _France_.

 _Humphrey._ Madame onr King is old inough himselfe,   [dac084]
 To giue his answere without your consent.   ·dac085·

 _Queene._ If he be old inough, what needs your grace   [dac086]
 To be Protector ouer him so long.

 _Humphrey._ Madame I am but Protector ouer the land,   [dac088]
 And when it please his grace, I will resigne my charge.

 _Suffolke._ Resigne it then, for since that thou wast King,   [dac090]
 As who is King but thee. The common state   [dac091]
 Doth as we see, all wholly go to wracke,
 And Millions of treasure hath bene spent,
 And as for the Regentship of _France_,
 I say _Somerset_ is more worthie then _Yorke_.   [dac095]

 _Yorke._ Ile tell thee _Suffolke_ why I am not worthie,
 Because I cannot flatter as thou canst.

 _War._ And yet the worthie deeds that _York_ hath done,
 Should make him worthie to be honoured here.

 _Suffolke._ Peace headstrong _Warwicke_.   ·dac100·

 _War._ Image of pride, wherefore should I peace?

 _Suffolke._ Because here is a man accusde of Treason,
 Pray God the Duke of _Yorke_ do cleare himselfe.
 Ho, bring hither the Armourer and his man.

    Enter the Armourer and his man.

 If it please your grace, this fellow here, hath accused his maister of
 ·dac105· high Treason, And his words were these.

 That the Duke of _Yorke_ was lawfull heire vnto the Crowne, and
 that your grace was an vsurper.

 _Yorke._ I beseech your grace let him haue what punishment the
 law will afford, for his villany.   ·dac110·

 _King._ Come hether fellow, didst thou speake these words?

 _Armour._ Ant shall please your Maiestie, I neuer said any such
 [dac112] matter, God is my witnesse, I am falsly accused by this
 villain (here.

 _Peter._ Tis no matter for that, you did say so.   ·dac115·

 _Yorke._ I beseech your grace, let him haue the law.

 _Armour._ Alasse my Lord, hang me if euer I spake the words, [dac117]
 my accuser is my prentise, & when I did correct him for his
 fault the other day, he did vow upon his knees that he would
 be euen with me, I haue good witnesse of this, and therefore ·dac120·
 I beseech your Maiestie do not cast away an honest man for [dac121]
 a villaines accusation.

 _King._ Vnckle _Gloster_, what do you thinke of this?

 _Humphrey._ The law my Lord is this by case, it rests suspitious,
 That a day of combat be appointed,   ·dac125·
 And there to trie each others right or wrong,
 Which shall be on the thirtith of this month,   [dac127]
 With _Eben_ staues, and _Standbags_ combatting   [dac128]
 In Smythfield, before your Royall Maiestie.      _Exet Humphrey._

 _Armour._ And I accept the Combat willingly.   ·dac130·

 _Peter._ Alasse my Lord, I am not able to fight.   [dac131]

 _Suffolke._ You must either fight sirra or else be hangde:
 Go take them hence againe to prison.       _Exet_ with them.   [dac133]
               The Queene lets fall her gloue, and hits the Duches of
                 _Gloster_, a boxe on the eare.

 _Queene._ Giue me my gloue. Why Minion can you not see?
 She strikes her.

 I cry you mercy Madame, I did mistake,   ·dac135·
 _I_ did not thinke it had bene you.

 _Elnor._ Did you not proud French-woman,   [dac137]
 Could _I_ come neare your daintie vissage with my nayles,
 Ide set my ten commandments in your face.

 _King._ Be patient gentle Aunt.   ·dac140·
 It was against her will.

 _Elnor._ Against her will. Good King sheele dandle thee,   [dac142]
 If thou wilt alwaies thus be rulde by her.
 But let it rest. As sure as _I_ do liue,
 She shall not strike dame _Elnor_ vnreuengde.   ·dac145·
               _Exet Elnor._

 _King._ Beleeue me my loue, thou wart much to blame,   [dac146]
 I would not for a thousand pounds of gold,
 My noble vnckle had bene here in place.

    Enter Duke _Humphrey_.

 But see where he comes, _I_ am glad he met her not.
 Vnckle _Gloster_, what answere makes your grace   ·dac150·
 Concerning our Regent for the Realme of _France_,
 Whom thinks your grace is meetest for to send.

 _Humphrey._ My gratious Lord, then this is my resolue,
 For that these words the Armourer should speake,   [dac154]
 Doth breed suspition on the part of _Yorke_,   ·dac155·
 Let _Somerset_ be Regent ouer the French,   [dac156]
 Till trials made, and _Yorke_ may cleare himselfe.   [dac157]

 _King._ Then be it so my Lord of _Somerset_.
 We make your grace Regent ouer the French,
 And to defend our rights gainst forraine foes,   [dac160]
 And so do good vnto the Realme of _France_.
 Make hast my Lord, tis time that you were gone,
 The time of Truse I thinke is full expirde.

 _Somerset._ I humbly thanke your royall Maiestie,
 And take my leaue to poste with speed to _France_.   ·dac165·
               _Exet Somerset._

 _King._ Come vnckle _Gloster_, now lets haue our horse,   [dac166]
 For we will to Saint Albones presently,
 Madame your Hawke they say, is swift of flight,
 And we will trie how she will flie to day.   [dac169]
               _Exet omnes._


SCENE IV.

Enter _Elnor_, with sir _Iohn Hum_, _Koger Bullenbrooke_ a Coniurer,
and _Margery Iourdaine_ a Witch.

 _Elnor._ Here sir _Iohn_, take this scrole of paper here,   [dad001]
 Wherein is writ the questions you shall aske,
 And I will stand vpon this Tower here,
 And here the spirit what it saies to you,   [dad004]
 And to my questions, write the answeres downe.   ·dad005·
               She goes vp to the Tower.

 _Sir Iohn._ Now sirs begin and cast your spels about,
 And charme the fiendes for to obey your wils,
 And tell Dame _Elnor_ of the thing she askes.

 _Witch._ Then _Roger Bullinbrooke_ about thy taske,
 And frame a Cirkle here vpon the earth,   ·dad010·
 Whilst I thereon all prostrate on my face,
 Do talke and whisper with the diuels be low,   [dad012]
 And coniure them for to obey my will.
               She lies downe vpon her face.

    _Bullenbrooke_ makes a Cirkle.

 _Bullen._ Darke Night, dread Night, the silence of the Night.
 Wherein the Furies maske in hellish troupes,   ·dad015·
 Send vp I charge you from _Sosetus_ lake,
 The spirit _Askalon_ to come to me,
 To pierce the bowels of this Centricke earth,
 And hither come in twinkling of an eye,
 _Askalon, Assenda, Assenda_.   [dad020]

    It thunders and lightens, and then the spirit riseth vp.

 _Spirit._ Now _Bullenbrooke_ what wouldst thou haue me do?

 _Bullen._ First of the King, what shall become of him?

 _Spirit._ The Duke yet liues that _Henry_ shall depose,
 But him out liue, and dye a violent death.   [dad024]

 _Bullen._ What fate awayt the Duke of _Suffolke_.   [dad025]

 _Spirit._ By water shall he die and take his ende.   [dad026]

 _Bullen._ What shall betide the Duke of _Somerset_?

 _Spirit._ Let him shun Castles, safer shall he be vpon the sandie
 plaines, then where Castles mounted stand.   [dad029]
 Now question me no more, for I must hence againe.   ·dad030·

    He sinkes downe againe.

 _Bullen._ Then downe I say, vnto the damned poule.   [dad031]
 Where Pluto in his firie Waggon sits.
 Ryding amidst the singde and parched smoakes,
 The Rode of _Dytas_ by the Riuer Stykes,
 There howle and burne for euer in those flames,   ·dad035·
 Rise _Iordaine_ rise, and staie thy charming Spels.
 Sonnes, we are betraide.   [dad037]

    Enter the Duke of _Yorke_, and the Duke of _Buckingham_, and others.

 _Yorke._ Come sirs, laie hands on them, and bind them sure,
 This time was well watcht. What Madame are you there?
 This will be great credit for your husband,   ·dad040·
 That your are plotting Treasons thus with Cuniurers,   [dad041]
 The King shall haue notice of this thing.   [dad042]
               _Exet Elnor_ aboue.

 _Buc._ See here my Lord what the diuell hath writ.

 _Yorke._ Giue it me my Lord, Ile show it to the King.
 Go sirs, see them fast lockt in prison.   ·dad045·
               _Exet_ with them.

 _Bucking._ My Lord, I pray you let me go post vnto the King,
 Vnto S. Albones, to tell this newes.   [dad047]

 _Yorke._ Content. Away then, about it straight.

 _Buck._ Farewell my Lord.      _Exet_ Buckingham.

 _Yorke._ Whose within there?   [dad050]

    Enter one.

 _One._ My Lord.

 _Yorke._ Sirrha, go will the Earles of Salsbury and Warwicke, to
 [dad052] sup with me to night. _Exet_ Yorke.

 _One._ I will my Lord.      _Exet._


SCENE V.

Enter the King and Queene with her Hawke on her fist, and Duke
_Humphrey_ and _Suffolke_, and the Cardinall, as if they came from
hawking.

 _Queene._ My Lord, how did your grace like this last flight?
 But as _I_ cast her off the winde did rise,
 And twas ten to one, old Ione had not gone out.

 _King._ How wonderful the Lords workes are on earth,
 Euen in these silly creatures of his hands,   [dae005]
 Vnckle Gloster, how hie your Hawke did sore?   [dae006]
 And on a sodaine soust the Partridge downe.   [dae007]

 _Suffolke._ No maruell if it please your Maiestie
 My Lord Protectors Hawke done towre so well,   [dae009]
 He knowes his maister loues to be aloft.   [dae010]

 _Humphrey._ Faith my Lord, it is but a base minde   [dae011]
 That can sore no higher than a Falkons pitch.   [dae012]

 _Card._ I thought your grace would be aboue the cloudes.

 _Humph._ I my Lord Cardinall, were it not good   [dae014]
 Your grace could fllie to heauen.   [dae015]

 _Card._ Thy heauen is on earth, thy words and thoughts beat on
 a Crowne, proude Protector dangerous Peere, to smooth it thus
 with King and common-wealth.   [dae018]

 _Humphrey._ How now my Lord, why this is more then needs,
 Church-men so hote. Good vnckle can you doate.   [dae020]

 _Suffolke._ Why not Hauing so good a quarrell & so bad a
               cause.   [dae021]

 _Humphrey._ As how, my Lord?

 _Suffolke._ As you, my Lord. And it like your Lordly   [dae023]
 Lords Protectorship.

 _Humphrey._ Why Suffolke, England knowes thy insolence.   ·dae025·

 _Queene._ And thy ambition Gloster.

 _King._ Cease gentle Queene, and whet not on these furious
 Lordes to wrath, for blessed are the peace-makers on
 earth.

 _Card._ Let me be blessed for the peace I make,   ·dae030·
 Against this proud Protector with my sword.

 _Humphrey._ Faith holy vnckle, I would it were come to that.

 _Cardinall._ Euen when thou darest.   [dae033]

 _Humphrey._ Dare. I tell rhee Priest, Plantagenets could neuer [dae034]
 brooke the dare.   ·dae035·

 _Card._ _I_ am Plantaganet as well as thou, and sonne to Iohn of
 [dae036] Gaunt.

 _Humph._ In Bastardie.

 _Cardin._ I scorne thy words.

 _Humph._ Make vp no factious numbers, but euen in thine own
 person meete me at the East end of the groue.

 _Card._ Heres my hand, I will.   [dae042]

 _King._ Why how now Lords?

 _Card._ Faith Cousin Gloster, had not your man cast off so soone,
 we had had more sport to day, Come with thy swoord   ·dae045·
 and buckler.

 _Humphrey._ Faith Priest, Ile shaue your Crowne.   [dae047]

 _Cardinall._ Protector, protect thy selfe well.

 _King._ The wind growes high, so doth your chollour Lords.   [dae049]

    Enter one crying, A miracle, a miracle.

 How now, now sirrha, what miracle is it?   [dae050]

 _One._ And it please your grace, there is a man that came blinde
 to S. Albones, and hath receiued his sight at his shrine.   [dae052]

 _King._ Goe fetch him hither, that wee may glorifie the Lord   [dae053]
 with him.

    Enter the Maior of Saint Albones and his brethren with Musicke,
    bearing the man that had bene blind, betweene two in a chaire.

 _King._ Thou happie man, giue God eternall praise,   ·dae055·
 For he it is, that thus hath helped thee.

 _Humphrey._ Where wast thou borne?   [dae057]

 _Poore man._ At _Barwicke_ sir, in the North.   [dae058]

 _Humph._ At _Barwicke_, and come thus far for helpe.   [dae059]

 _Poore man._ I sir, it was told me in my sleepe,   [dae060]
 That sweet saint Albones, should giue me my sight againe.

 _Humphrey._ What art thou lame too?   [dae062]

 _Poore man._ I indeed sir, God helpe me.   [dae063]

 _Humphrey._ How cam’st thou lame?

 _Poore man._ With falling off on a plum-tree.   [dae065]

 _Humph._ Wart thou blind & wold clime plumtrees?   [dae066]

 _Poore man._ Neuer but once sir in all my life,
 My wife did long for plums.

 _Humph._ But tell me, wart thou borne blinde?   [dae069]

 _Poore man._ _I_ truly sir.   ·dae070·

 _Woman._ I indeed sir, he was borne blinde.

 _Humphrey._ What art thou his mother?   [dae072]

 _Woman._ His wife sir.

 _Humphrey._ Hadst thou bene his mother,
 Thou couldst haue better told.   ·dae075·
 Why let me see, I thinke thou canst not see yet.

 _Poore man._ Yes truly maister, as cleare as day.

 _Humphrey._ Saist thou so. What colours his cloake?   [dae078]

 _Poore man._ Why red maister, as red as blood.   [dae079]

 _Humphrey._ And his cloake?   ·dae080·

 _Poore man._ Why thats greene.   [dae081]

 _Humphrey._ And what colours his hose?

 _Poore man._ Yellow maister, yellow as gold.

 _Humphrey._ And what colours my gowne?   [dae084]

 _Poore man._ Blacke sir, as blacke as Ieat.   ·dae085·

 _King._ Then belike he knowes what colour Ieat is on.

 _Suffolke._ And yet _I_ thinke Ieat did he neuer see.   [dae087]

 _Humph._ But cloakes and gownes ere this day many a (one.
 But tell me sirrha, whats my name?   [dae089]

 _Poore man._ Alasse maister I know not.   ·dae090·

 _Humphrey._ Whats his name?   [dae091]

 _Poore man._ _I_ know not.

 _Humphrey._ Nor his?

 _Poore man._ No truly sir.

 _Humphrey_ Nor his name?   ·dae095·

 _Poore man_ No indeed maister.

 _Humphrey_ Whats thine owne name?   [dae097]

 _Poore man._ _Sander_, and it please you maister.

 _Humphrey._ Then Sander sit there, the lyingest knaue in Christendom.
 If thou hadst bene born blind, thou mightest aswell haue [dae100]
 knowne all our names, as thus to name the seuerall colours we doo
 weare. Sight may distinguish of colours, but sodeinly to nominate
 them all, it is impossible. My Lords, saint Albones here hath done a
 [dae103]  Miracle, and would you not thinke his cunning to be great,
 that could restore this <DW36> to his legs againe. [dae105]

 _Poore man._ Oh maister I would you could.

 _Humphrey._ My Maisters of saint Albones,   [dae107]
 Haue you not Beadles in your Towne,
 And things called whippes?

 _Mayor._ Yes my Lord, if it please your grace.   ·dae110·

 _Humph._ Then send for one presently.

 _Mayor._ Sirrha, go fetch the Beadle hither straight.
               _Exet_ one.

 _Humph._ Now fetch me a stoole hither by and by.
 Now sirrha, If you meane to saue your selfe from whipping,
 Leape me ouer this stoole and runne away.   ·dae115·

    Enter Beadle.

 _Poore man._ Alasse maister I am not able to stand alone,
 You go about to torture me in vaine.

 _Humph._ Well sir, we must haue you finde your legges.
 Sirrha Beadle, whip him till he leape ouer that same stoole.

 _Beadle._ I will my Lord, come on sirrha, off with your doublet
               quickly.   ·dae120·

 _Poore man._ Alas maister what shall _I_ do, I am not able to
               stand.   [dae122]

    After the Beadle hath hit him one girke, he leapes ouer the stoole
    and runnes away, and they run after him, crying, A miracle, a
    miracle.

 _Hump._ Amiracle, a miracle, let him be taken againe, & whipt
 through euery Market Towne til he comes at Barwicke where he
 was borne.   ·dae125·

 _Mayor._ It shall be done my Lord.        _Exet_ Mayor.

 _Suffolke._ My Lord Protector hath done wonders to day,
 He hath made the blinde to see, and halt to go.   [dae128]

 _Humph._ I but you did greater wonders, when you made whole [dae129]
               Dukedomes flie in a day.   ·dae130·
 Witnesse _France_.

 _King._ Haue done I say, and let me here no more of that.   [dae132]

    Enter the Duke of _Buckingham_.

 What newes brings Duke Humprey of Buckingham?   [dae133]

 _Buck._ Ill newes for some my Lord, and this it is,
 That proud dame Elnor our Protectors wife,   ·dae135·
 Hath plotted Treasons gainst the King and Peeres,
 By wichcrafts, sorceries, and cuniurings,
 Who by such meanes did raise a spirit vp,
 To tell her what hap should betide the state,
 But ere they had finisht their diuellish drift,   ·dae140·
 By Yorke and my selfe they were all surprisde,
 And heres the answere the diuel did make to them.

 _King._ First of the King, what shall become of him?

 _Reads._ The Duke yet liues, that Henry shal depose,
 Yet him out liue, and die a violent death.   [dae145]
 Gods will be done in all.
 What fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke?
 By water shall he die and take his end.

 _Suffolke._ By water must the Duke of Suffolke die?   [dae149]
 It must be so, or else the diuel doth lie.   ·dae150·

 _King._ Let Somerset shun Castles,
 For safer shall he be vpon the sandie plaines,
 Then where Castles mounted stand.

 _Card._ Heres good stuffe, how now my Lord Protector   [dae154]
 This newes I thinke hath turnde your weapons point,   ·dae155·
 I am in doubt youle scarsly keepe your promise.

 _Humphrey._ Forbeare ambitious Prelate to vrge my griefe,
 And pardon me my gratious Soueraigne,
 For here I sweare vnto your Maiestie,
 That I am guiltlesse of these hainous crimes   ·dae160·
 Which my ambitious wife hath falsly done,
 And for she would betraie her soueraigne Lord,
 I here renounce her from my bed and boord,
 And leaue her open for the law to iudge,
 Vnlesse she cleare her selfe of this foule deed.   ·dae165·

 _King._ Come my Lords this night weele lodge in S. Albones,
 And to morrow we will ride to London,
 And trie the vtmost of these Treasons forth,
 Come vnckle Gloster along with vs,
 My mind doth tell me thou art innocent.   _Exet omnes._   [dae170]


SCENE VI.

Enter the Duke of _Yor_k_e_, and the Earles of _Salsbury_ and
_Warwicke_.

 _Yorke._ My Lords our simple supper ended, thus,   [daf001]
 Let me reueale vnto your honours here,
 The right and title of the house of Yorke,
 To Englands Crowne by liniall desent.

 _War._ Then Yorke begin, and if thy claime be good,   ·daf005·
 The Neuils are thy subiects to command.

 _Yorke._ Then thus my Lords.
 Edward the third had seuen sonnes,
 The first was Edward the blacke Prince,
 Prince of Wales.   ·daf010·
 The second was Edmund of Langly,   [daf011]
 Duke of Yorke.
 The third was Lyonell Duke of Clarence.
 The fourth was Iohn of Gaunt,
 The Duke of Lancaster.   ·daf015·
 The fifth was Roger Mortemor, Earle of March.
 The sixt was sir Thomas of Woodstocke,
 William of Winsore was the seuenth and last.

 Now, Edward the blacke Prince he died before his father, and left
 behinde him Richard, that afterwards was King, Crownde by ·daf020· the
 name of Richard the second, and he died without an heire. Edmund of
 Langly Duke of Yorke died, and left behind him two daughters, Anne and
 Elinor.

 Lyonell Duke of Clarence died, and left behinde Alice, Anne, and
 Elinor, that was after married to my father, and by her I ·daf025·
 claime the Crowne, as the true heire to Lyonell Duke of Clarence,
 the third sonne to Edward the third. Now sir. In the [daf027] time
 of Richards raigne, Henry of Bullingbrooke, sonne and heire [daf028]
 to Iohn of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster fourth sonne to Edward the
 third, he claimde the Crowne, deposde the Merthfull King, and ·daf030·
 as both you know, in Pomphret Castle harmlesse Richard was [daf031]
 shamefully murthered, and so by Richards death came the house of
 Lancaster vnto the Crowne.

 _Sals._ Sauing your tale my Lord, as I haue heard, in the raigne of
 Bullenbrooke, the Duke of Yorke did claime the Crowne, and ·daf035·
 but for Owin Glendor, had bene King. [daf036]

 _Yorke._ True. But so it fortuned then, by meanes of that monstrous
 rebel Glendor, the noble Duke of York was done to death, and so euer
 since the heires of Iohn of Gaunt haue possessed the Crowne. But if
 the issue of the elder should sucseed before the issue [daf040] of the
 yonger, then am I lawfull heire vnto the kingdome.

 _Warwicke._ What plaine proceedings can be more plaine, hee [daf042]
 claimes it from Lyonel Duke of Clarence, the third sonne to Edward the
 third, and Henry from Iohn of Gaunt the fourth sonne. So that till
 Lyonels issue failes, his should not raigne. It failes not ·daf045·
 yet, but florisheth in thee & in thy sons, braue slips of such a
 stock. Then noble father, kneele we both togither, and in this priuate
 place, be we the first to honor him with birthright to the Crown.

 _Both._ Long liue Richard Englands royall King.

 _Yorke._ I thanke you both. But Lords I am not your King, vntil
 ·daf050· this sword be sheathed euen in the hart blood of the house of
 Lancaster.

 _War._ Then Yorke aduise thy selfe and take thy time,
 Claime thou the Crowne, and set thy standard vp,
 And in the same aduance the milke-white Rose,   ·daf055·
 And then to gard it, will I rouse the Beare,   [daf056]
 Inuiron’d with ten thousand Ragged-staues
 To aide and helpe thee for to win thy right,
 Maugre the proudest Lord of Henries blood,   [daf059]
 That dares deny the right and claime of Yorke,   ·daf060·
 For why my minde presageth I shall liue   [daf061]
 To see the noble Duke of Yorke to be a King.

 _Yorke._ Thanks noble Warwicke, and Yorke doth hope to see,
 The Earl of Warwicke liue, to be the greatest man in England,
 but the King. Come lets goe.           _Exet omnes._   [daf065]


SCENE VII.

Enter King _Henry_, and the Queene, Duke _Humphrey_, the Duke of
_Suffolke_, and the Duke of _Buckingham_, the _Cardinall_, and Dame
_Elnor Cobham_, led with the Officers, and then enter to them the Duke
of _Yorke_, and the Earles of _Salsbury_ and _Warwicke_.

 _King._ Stand foorth Dame Elnor Cobham Duches of Gloster, [dag001] and
 here the sentence pronounced against thee for these Treasons, [dag002]
 that thou hast committed gainst vs, our States and Peeres. [dag003]

 First for thy hainous crimes, thou shalt two daies in London do
 [dag004] penance barefoote in the streetes, with a white sheete about
 thy ·dag005· bodie, and a waxe Taper burning in thy hand. That done,
 thou shalt be banished for euer into the Ile of Man, there to ende
 thy wretched daies, and this is our sentence erreuocable. Away with
 [dag008] her.

 _Elnor._ Euen to my death, for I haue liued too long.   ·dag010·
               _Exet_ some with _Elnor_.

 _King._ Greeue not noble vnckle, but be thou glad,
 In that these Treasons thus are come to light,
 Least God had pourde his vengeance on thy head,   [dag013]
 For her offences that thou heldst so deare.

 _Humph._ Oh gratious _Henry_, giue me leaue awhile,   [dag015]
 To leaue your grace, and to depart away,
 For sorrowes teares hath gripte my aged heart,
 And makes the fountaines of mine eyes to swell,
 And therefore good my Lord, let me depart.

 _King._ With all my hart good vnkle, when you please,   [dag020]
 Yet ere thou goest, _Humphrey_ resigne thy staffe,
 For Henry will be no more protected,
 The Lord shall be my guide both for my land and me.

 _Humph._ My staffe, I noble Henry, my life and all.   [dag024]
 My staffe, I yeeld as willing to be thine,   [dag025]
 As erst thy noble father made it mine,   [dag026]
 And euen as willing at thy feete I leaue it,
 As others would ambitiously receiue it,
 And long hereafter when I am dead and gone,
 May honourable peace attend thy throne.   ·dag030·

 _King._ Vnkle Gloster, stand vp and go in peace,
 No lesse beloued of vs, then when
 Thou weart Protector ouer my land. _Exet Gloster._   [dag033]

 _Queene._ Take vp the staffe, for here it ought to stand,
 Where should it be, but in King Henries hand?   ·dag035·

 _Yorke._ Please it your Maiestie, this is the day
 That was appointed for the combating
 Betweene the Armourer and his man, my Lord,
 And they are readie when your grace doth please.

 _King._ Then call them forth, that they may trie their
               rightes.   ·dag040·

    Enter at one doore the Armourer and his neighbours, drinking to him
    so much that he is drunken, and he enters with a drum before him,
    and his staffe with a sand-bag fastened to it, and at the other
    doore, his man with a drum and sand-bagge, and Prentises drinking
    to him.

 _1. Neighbor._ Here neighbor Hornor, I drink to you in a cup of
               (Sacke.   [dag041]
 And feare not neighbor, you shall do well inough.

 _2. Neigh._ And here neighbor, heres a cup of Charneco.   [dag043]

 _3. Neigh._ Heres a pot of good double beere, neighbor drinke [dag044]
 And be merry, and feare not your man.   ·dag045·

 _Armourer._ Let it come, yfaith ile pledge you all,
 And a figge for Peter.

 _1. Prentise._ Here Peter I drinke to thee, and be not
               affeard.   [dag048]

 _2. Pren._ Here Peter, heres a pinte of Claret-wine for
               thee.   [dag049]

 _3. Pren._ And heres a quart for me, and be merry Peter,   ·dag050·
 And feare not thy maister, fight for credit of the Prentises.

 _Peter._ I thanke you all, but ile drinke no more,
 Here Robin, and if I die, here I giue thee my hammer,
 And Will, thou shalt haue my aperne, and here Tom,
 Take all the mony that I haue.   [dag055]

 O Lord blesse me, I pray God, for I am neuer able to deale with
 my maister, he hath learnt so much fence alreadie.   [dag057]

 _Salb._ Come leaue your drinking, and fall to blowes.
 Sirrha, whats thy name?   [dag059]

 _Pettr._ Peter forsooth.   ·dag060·

 _Salbury._ Peter, what more?

 _Peter._ _Thumpe_.

 _Salsbury._ Thumpe, then see that thou thumpe thy maister.

 _Armour._ Heres to thee neighbour, fill all the pots again, for before
 [dag064] we fight, looke you, I will tell you my minde, for I am come
 ·dag065· hither as it were of my mans instigation, to proue my selfe
 an honest [dag066] man, and Peter a knaue, and so haue at you Peter
 with downright blowes, as Beuys of South-hampton fell vpon Askapart.

 _Peter._ Law you now, I told you hees in his fence alreadie.   [dag069]
               Alarmes, and Peter hits him on the head and fels him.

 _Armou._ Hold Peter, I confesse, Treason, treason.   He dies.  ·dag070·

 _Peter._ O God I giue thee praise.      He kneeles downe.

 _Pren._ Ho well done Peter. God saue the King.

 _King._ Go take hence that Traitor from our sight,
 For by his death we do perceiue his guilt,
 And God in iustice hath reuealde to vs,   ·dag075·
 The truth and innocence of this poore fellow,
 Which he had thought to haue murthered wrongfully.
 Come fellow, follow vs for thy reward. _Exet omnis._   [dag078]


SCENE VIII.

Enter Duke _Humphrey_ and his men, in mourning cloakes.

 _Humph._ Sirrha, whats a clocke?   [dah001]

 _Seruing._ Almost ten my Lord.

 _Humph._ Then is that wofull houre hard at hand,
 That my poore Lady should come by this way,
 In shamefull penance wandring in the streetes,   ·dah005·
 Sweete Nell, ill can thy noble minde abrooke,
 The abiect people gazing on thy face,
 With enuious lookes laughing at thy shame,
 That earst did follow thy proud Chariot wheeles,
 When thou didst ride in tryumph through the streetes.   ·dah010·

    Enter Dame _Elnor Cobham_, bare-foote, and a white sheete about
    her, with a waxe candle in her hand, and verses written on her
    backe and pind on, and accompanied with the Sheriffes of London,
    and Sir _Iohn Standly_, and Officers, with billes and holbards.

 _Seruing._ My gratious Lord, see where my Lady comes,
 Please it your grace, weele take her from the Sheriffes?

 _Humph._ I charge you for your liues stir not a foote,
 Nor offer once to draw a weapon here,
 But let them do their office as they should.   ·dah015·

 _Elnor._ Come you my Lord to see my open shame?
 Ah Gloster, now thou doest penance too,   [dah017]
 See how the giddie people looke at thee,
 Shaking their heads, and pointing at thee heere,
 Go get thee gone, and hide thee from their sights,   ·dah020·
 And in thy pent vp studie rue my shame,
 And ban thine enemies. Ah mine and thine.

 _Hum._ Ah Nell, sweet Nell, forget this extreme grief,
 And beare it patiently to ease thy heart.

 _Elnor._ Ah Gloster teach me to forget my selfe,   ·dah025·
 For whilst I thinke I am thy wedded wife,
 Then thought of this, doth kill my wofull heart.   [dah027]
 The ruthlesse flints do cut my tender feete,
 And when I start the cruell people laugh,
 And bids me be aduised how I tread,   ·dah030·
 And thus with burning Taper in my hand,
 Malde vp in shame with papers on my backe,
 Ah, Gloster, can I endure this and liue.   [dah033]
 Sometime ile say I am Duke _Humphreys_ wife,
 And he a Prince, Protector of the land,   ·dah035·
 But so he rulde, and such a Prince he was,
 As he stood by, whilst I his forelorne Duches
 Was led with shame, and made a laughing stocke,
 To euery idle rascald follower.   [dah039]

 _Humphrey._ My louely Nell, what wouldst thou haue me do?   ·dah040·
 Should I attempt to rescue thee from hence,
 I should incurre the danger of the law,
 And thy disgrace would not be shadowed so.

 _Elnor._ Be thou milde, and stir not at my disgrace,
 Vntill the axe of death hang ouer thy head,   [dah045]
 As shortly sure it will. For Suffolke he,
 The new made Duke, that may do all in all
 With her that loues him so, and hates vs all,
 And impious Yorke and Bewford that false Priest,
 Haue all lymde bushes to betraie thy wings,   ·dah050·
 And flie thou how thou can they will intangle thee.   [dah051]

    Enter a Herald of Armes.

 _Herald._ I summon your Grace, vnto his highnesse Parlament
 holden at saint Edmunds-Bury, the first of the next month.   [dah053]

 _Humphrey._ A Parlament and our consent neuer craude
 Therein before. This is sodeine.   [dah055]
 Well, we will be there.
               _Exet. Herald._

          Maister Sheriffe, I pray proceede no further against my
                     Lady, then the course of law extendes.

 _Sheriffe._ Please it your grace, my office here doth end,
 And I must deliuer her to sir Iohn Standly,   [dah060]
 To be conducted into the Ile of Man.

 _Humphrey._ Must you sir Iohn conduct my Lady?

 _Standly._ _I_ my gratious Lord, for so it is decreede,   [dah063]
 And _I_ am so commanded by the King.

 _Humph._ _I_ pray you sir Iohn, vse her neare the worse,   [dah065]
 In that _I_ intreat you to vse her well.
 The world may smile againe and I may liue,
 To do you fauour if you do it her,
 And so sir Iohn farewell.

 _Elnor._ What gone my Lord, and bid me not farwell?   [dah070]

 _Humph._ Witnesse my bleeding heart, I cannot stay to speake.
               _Exet Hnmphrey_ and his men.

 _Elnor._ Then is he gone, is noble Gloster gone,
 And doth Duke Humphrey now forsake me too?
 Then let me haste from out faire Englands boundes,
 Come Standly come, and let vs haste away.   ·dah075·

 _Standly._ Madam lets go vnto some house hereby,   [dah076]
 Where you may shift your selfe before we go.

 _Elnor._ Ah good sir Iohn, my shame cannot be hid,
 Nor put away with casting off my sheete:
 But come let vs go, maister Sheriffe farewell,   ·dah080·
 Thou hast but done thy office as thou shoulst.   [dah081]
               _Exet omnes._


SCENE IX.

Enter to the Parlament.

Enter two Heralds before, then the Duke of _Buckingham_, and the Duke
of _Suffolke_, and then the Duke of _Yorke_, and the _Cardinall_ of
_Winchester_, and then the King and the Oueene, and then the Earle of
_Salisbury_, and the Earle of _Warwicke_.

 _King._ I wonder our vnkle Gloster staies so long.   [dai001]

 _Queene._ Can you not see, or will you not perceiue,   [dai002]
 How that ambitious Duke doth vse himselfe?
 The time hath bene, but now that time is past.   [dai004]
 That none so humble as Duke Humphrey was.   ·dai005·
 But now let one meete him euen in the morne,
 When euery one will giue the time of day,
 And he will neither moue nor speake to vs.   [dai008]
 See you not how the Commons follow him   [dai009]
 In troupes, crying, God saue the good Duke Humphrey,   ·dai010·
 And with long life, Iesus preserue his grace,   [dai011]
 Honouring him as if he were their King.   [dai012]
 Gloster is no litle man in England,
 And if he list to stir commotions,
 Tys likely that the people will follow him.   ·dai015·
 My Lord, if you imagine there is no such thing,
 Then let it passe, and call it a womans feare.   [dai017]
 My Lord of Suffolke, Buckingham, and Yorke,
 Disproue my Alligations if you can,   [dai019]
 And by your speeches, if you can reproue me,   ·dai020·
 I will subscribe and say, I wrong’d the Duke.

 _Suffol._ Well hath your grace foreseen into that Duke,
 And if I had bene licenst first to speake,
 I thinke I should haue told your graces tale.
 Smooth runs the brooke whereas the streame is deepest   ·dai025·
 No, no, my soueraigne, Gloster is a man
 Vnsounded yet, and full of deepe deceit.

    Enter the Duke of _Somerset_.

 _King._ Welcome Lord Somerset, what newes from France?

 _Somer._ Cold newes my Lord, and this it is,
 That all your holds and Townes within those Territores   [dai030]
 Is ouercome my Lord, all is lost.

 _King._ Cold newes indeed Lord Somerset,
 But Gods will be done.

 _Yorke._ Cold newes for me, for I had hope of France,
 Euen as I haue of fertill England.   ·dai035·

    Enter Duke _Humphrey_.

 _Hum._ Pardon my liege, that I haue staid so long.

 _Suffol._ Nay, Gloster know, that thou art come too soone,
 Vnlesse thou proue more loyall then thou art,
 We do arrest thee on high treason here.

 _Humph._ Why Suffolkes Duke thou shalt not see me blush   ·dai040·
 Nor change my countenance for thine arrest,
 Whereof am I guiltie, who are my accusers?   [dai042]

 _York._ Tis thought my lord, your grace tooke bribes from France,
 And stopt the soldiers of their paie,
 By which his Maiestie hath lost all France.   [dai045]

 _Humph._ Is it but thought so, and who are they that thinke
               so?   [dai046]
 So God helpe me, as I haue watcht the night   [dai047]
 Euer intending good for England still,
 That penie that euer I tooke from France,
 Be brought against me at the iudgement day.   ·dai050·
 I neuer robd the soldiers of their paie,
 Many a pound of mine owne propper cost
 Haue I sent ouer for the soldiers wants,
 Because I would not racke the needie Commons.

 _Car._ In your Protectorship you did deuise   ·dai055·
 Strange torments for offendors, by which meanes   [dai056]
 England hath bene defamde by tyrannie.

 _Hum._ Why tis wel knowne that whilst I was protector
 Pitie was all the fault that was in me,
 A murtherer or foule felonous theefe,   [dai060]
 That robs and murthers silly passengers,   [dai061]
 I tortord aboue the rate of common law.   [dai062]

 _Suffolk._ Tush my Lord, these be things of no account,
 But greater matters are laid vnto your charge,
 I do arrest thee on high treason here,   ·dai065·
 And commit thee to my good Lord Cardinall,
 Vntill such time as thou canst cleare thy selfe.

 _King._ Good vnkle obey to his arrest,
 _I_ haue no doubt but thou shalt cleare thy selfe,
 My conscience tels me thou art innocent.   ·dai070·

 _Hump._ Ah gratious Henry these daies are dangerous,
 And would my death might end these miseries,
 And staie their moodes for good King Henries sake,
 But I am made the Prologue to their plaie,
 And thousands more must follow after me,   ·dai075·
 That dreads not yet their liues destruction.
 Suffolkes hatefull tongue blabs his harts malice,   [dai077]
 Bewfords firie eyes showes his enuious minde,
 Buckinghams proud lookes bewraies his cruel thoughts,
 And dogged Yorke that leuels at the Moone   ·dai080·
 Whose ouerweening arme _I_ haue held backe.
 All you haue ioynd to betraie me thus:
 And you my gratious Lady and soueraigne mistresse,
 Causelesse haue laid complaints vpon my head,
 I shall not want false witnesses inough,   [dai085]
 That so amongst you, you may haue my life.
 The Prouerbe no doubt will be well performde,   [dai087]
 A staffe is quickly found to beate a dog.

 _Suffolke._ Doth he not twit our soueraigne Lady here,
 As if that she with ignomious wrong,   [dai090]
 Had sobornde or hired some to sweare against his life.   [dai091]

 _Queene._ I but I can giue the loser leaue to speake.   [dai092]

 _Humph._ Far truer spoke then ment, I loose indeed,
 Beshrow the winners hearts, they plaie me false.   [dai094]

 _Buck._ Hele wrest the sence and keep vs here all day,   ·dai095·
 My Lord of Winchester, see him sent away.

 _Car._ Who’s within there? Take in Duke Humphrey,
 And see him garded sure within my house.

 _Humph._ O! thus King Henry casts away his crouch,
 Before his legs can beare his bodie vp,   ·dai100·
 And puts his watchfull shepheard from his side,
 Whilst wolues stand snarring who shall bite him first.
 Farwell my soueraigne, long maist thou enjoy,
 Thy fathers happie daies free from annoy.
               _Exet Humphrey_, with the _Cardinals_ men.

 _King._ My Lords what to your wisdoms shal seem best,   ·dai105·
 Do and vndo as if our selfe were here.

 _Queen._ What wil your highnesse leaue the Parlament?

 _King._ I Margaret. My heart is kild with griefe,   [dai108]
 Where I may sit and sigh in endlesse mone,
 For who’s a Traitor, Gloster he is none.   [dai110]
               _Exet King, Salsbury_, and _Warwicke_.

 _Queene._ Then sit we downe againe my Lord Cardinall,
 Suffolke, Buckingham, Yorke, and Somerset.
 Let vs consult of proud Duke Humphries fall.
 In mine opinion it were good he dide,
 For safetie of our King and Common-wealth.   ·dai115·

 _Suffolke._ And so thinke _I_ Madame, for as you know,
 If our King Henry had shooke hands with death,
 Duke Humphrey then would looke to be our King:
 And it may be by pollicie he workes,
 To bring to passe the thing which now we doubt,   ·dai120·
 The Foxe barkes not when he would steale the Lambe,
 But if we take him ere he do the deed,
 We should not question if that he should liue.
 No. Let him die, in that he is a Foxe,   [dai124]
 Least that in liuing he offend vs more.   [dai125]

 _Car._ Then let him die before the Commons know,
 For feare that they do rise in Armes for him.

 _Yorke._ Then do it sodainly my Lords.

 _Suffol._ Let that be my Lord Cardinals charge & mine.

 _Car._ Agreed, for hee’s already kept within my house.   ·dai130·

    Enter a Messenger.

 _Queene._ How now sirrha, what newes?

 _Messen._ Madame I bring you newes from Ireland,
 The wilde Onele my Lords, is vp in Armes,   [dai133]
 With troupes of Irish Kernes that vncontrold,   [dai134]
 Doth plant themselues within the English pale.   [dai135]

 _Queene._ What redresse shal we haue for this my Lords?

 _Yorke._ Twere very good that my Lord of Somerset   [dai137]
 That fortunate Champion were sent ouer,
 And burnes and spoiles the Country as they goe.   [dai139]
 To keepe in awe the stubborne Irishmen,   ·dai140·
 He did so much good when he was in France.

 _Somer._ Had Yorke bene there with all his far fetcht
 Pollices, he might haue lost as much as I.   [dai143]

 _Yorke._ I, for Yorke would haue lost his life before   [dai144]
 That France should haue reuolted from Englands rule.   [dai145]

 _Somer._ I so thou might’st, and yet haue gouernd worse then I.

 _York._ What worse then nought, then a shame take all.   [dai147]

 _Somer._ Shame on thy selfe, that wisheth shame.

 _Queene._ Somerset forbeare, good Yorke be patient,
 And do thou take in hand to crosse the seas,   ·dai150·
 With troupes of Armed men to quell the pride
 Of those ambitious Irish that rebell.

 _Yorke._ Well Madame sith your grace is so content,
 Let me haue some bands of chosen soldiers,
 And Yorke shall trie his fortune against those kernes.   [dai155]

 _Queene._ Yorke thou shalt. My Lord of Buckingham,   [dai156]
 Let it be your charge to muster vp such souldiers
 As shall suffise him in these needfull warres.

 _Buck._ Madame I will, and leauie such a band   [dai159]
 As soone shall ouercome those Irish Rebels,   ·dai160·
 But Yorke, where shall those soldiers staie for thee?

 _Yorke._ At Bristow, I wil expect them ten daies hence.   [dai162]

 _Buc._ Then thither shall they come, and so farewell.
               _Exet Buckingham._

 _Yorke._ Adieu my Lord of Buckingham.

 _Queene._ Suffolke remember what you haue to do.   ·dai165·
 And you Lord Cardinall concerning Duke Humphrey,
 Twere good that you did see to it in time,   [dai167]
 Come let vs go, that it may be performde.   [dai168]
               _Exet omnis, Manit Yorke._

 _York._ Now York bethink thy self and rowse thee vp.
 Take time whilst it is offered thee so faire,   ·dai170·
 Least when thou wouldst, thou canst it not attaine,   [dai171]
 Twas men I lackt, and now they giue them me,   [dai172]
 And now whilst I am busie in Ireland,
 I haue seduste a headstrong Kentishman,
 Iohn Cade of Ashford,   ·dai175·
 Vnder the title of Iohn Mortemer,   [dai176]
 To raise commotion, and by that meanes
 I shall perceiue how the common people
 Do affect the claime and house of Yorke,
 Then if he haue successe in his affaires,   ·dai180·
 From Ireland then comes Yorke againe,
 To reape the haruest which that coystrill sowed,
 Now if he should be taken and condemd,
 Heele nere confesse that I did set him on,
 And therefore ere I go ile send him word,   ·dai185·
 To put in practise and to gather head.
 That so soone as I am gone he may begin
 To rise in Armes with troupes of country swaines,
 To helpe him to performe this enterprise.
 And then Duke Humphrey, he well made away,   ·dai190·
 None then can stop the light to Englands Crowne,
 But Yorke can tame and headlong pull them downe.
               _Exet Yorke._


SCENE X.

Then the Curtaines being drawne, Duke _Humphrey_ is discouered in his
bed, and two men lying on his brest and smothering him in his bed. And
then enter the Duke of _Suffolke_ to them.

 _Suffolk._ How now sirs, what haue you dispatcht him?

 _One._ I my Lord, hees dead I warrant you.   [daj002]

 _Suffolke._ Then see the cloathes laid smooth about him still,
 That when the King comes, he may perceiue
 No other, but that he dide of his owne accord.   ·daj005·

 _2._ All things is hansome now my Lord.   [daj006]

 _Suffolke._ Then draw the Curtaines againe and get you gone,
 And you shall haue your firme rewarde anon.   [daj008]
               _Exet_ murtherers.

    Then enter the King and Queene, the Duke of _Buckingham_, and the
    Duke of _Somerset_, and the Cardinall.

 _King._ My Lord of Suffolke go call our vnkle (Gloster,
 Tell him this day we will that he do cleare himselfe.   ·daj010·

 _Suffolke._ I will my Lord.      _Exet Suffolke._

 _King._ And good my Lords proceed no further against our vnkle
               (Gloster,   [daj012]
 Then by iust proofe you can affirme,
 For as the sucking childe or harmlesse lambe,
 So is he innocent of treason to our state.   ·daj015·

    Enter _Suffolke_.

 How now Suffolke, where’s our unkle?

 _Suffolke._ Dead in his bed, my Lord Gloster is dead.   [daj017]
               The King falles in a sound.

 _Queen._ Ay-me, the King is dead: help, help, my Lords.

 _Suffolke._ Comfort my Lord, gratious Henry comfort.

 _Kin._ What doth my Lord of Suffolk bid me comfort?
 Came he euen now to sing a Rauens note,
 And thinkes he that the cherping of a Wren,
 By crying comfort through a hollow voice,
 Can satisfie my griefes, or ease my heart:   [daj024]
 Thou balefull messenger out of my sight,   [daj025]
 For euen in thine eye-bals murther sits,   [daj026]
 Yet do not goe. Come Basaliske   [daj027]
 And kill the silly gazer with thy lookes.   [daj028]

 _Queene._ Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolke thus,
 As if that he had causde Duke Humphreys death?   ·daj030·
 The Duke and I too, you know were enemies,
 And you had best say that I did murther him.   [daj032]

 _King._ Ah woe is me, for wretched Glosters death.

 _Queene._ Be woe for me more wretched then he was,
 What doest thou turne away and hide thy face?   [daj035]
 I am no loathsome leoper looke on me,   [daj036]
 Was I for this nigh wrackt vpon the sea,   [daj037]
 And thrise by aukward winds driuen back from Englands
               bounds,   [daj038]
 What might it bode, but that well foretelling
 Winds, said, seeke not a scorpions neast.   ·daj040·

    Enter the Earles of _Warwicke_ and _Salisbury_.

 _War._ My Lord, the Commons like an angrie hiue of bees,   [daj041]
 Run vp and downe, caring not whom they sting,
 For good Duke Humphreys death, whom they report   [daj043]
 To be murthered by Suffolke and the Cardinall here.

 _King._ That he is dead good Warwick, is too true,   ·daj045·
 But how he died God knowes, not Henry.

 _War._ Enter his priuie chamber my Lord and view the bodie.
 Good father staie you with the rude multitude, till I returne.

 _Salb._ I will sonne.             _Exet Salbury._
               _Warwicke_ drawes the curtaines and showes Duke
                 _Humphrey_ in his bed.

 _King._ Ah vnkle Gloster, heauen receive thy soule.   ·daj050·
 Farewell poore Henries ioy, now thou art gone.

 _War._ Now by his soule that tooke our shape vpon him,
 To free vs from his fathers dreadfull curse,
 I am resolu’d that violent hands were laid,
 Vpon the life of this thrise famous Duke.   [daj055]

 _Suffolk._ A dreadfull oth sworne with a solemne toong,   [daj056]
 What instance giues Lord Warwicke for these words?

 _War._ Oft haue I seene a timely parted ghost,
 Of ashie semblance, pale and bloodlesse,
 But loe the blood is setled in his face,   [daj060]
 More better  then when he liu’d,
 His well proportioned beard made rough and sterne,   [daj062]
 His fingers spred abroad as one that graspt for life,
 Yet was by strength surprisde, the least of these are probable,
 It cannot chuse but he was murthered.   [daj065]

 _Queene._ Suffolke and the Cardinall had him in charge,
 And they _I_ trust sir, are no murtherers.

 _War._ I, but twas well knowne they were not his friends,   [daj068]
 And tis well seene he found some enemies.

 _Card._ But haue you no greater proofes then these?   [daj070]

 _War._ Who sees a hefer dead and bleeding fresh,   [daj071]
 And sees hard-by a butcher with an axe,   [daj072]
 But will suspect twas he that made the slaughter?
 Who findes the partridge in the puttocks neast,
 But will imagine how the bird came there,   ·daj075·
 Although the kyte soare with vnbloodie beake?
 Euen so suspitious is this Tragidie.

 _Queene._ Are you the kyte Bewford, where’s your talants?   [daj078]
 Is Suffolke the butcher, where’s his knife?

 _Suffolke._ I weare no knife to slaughter sleeping men,   ·daj080·
 But heres a vengefull sword rusted with case,   [daj081]
 That shall be scoured in his rankorous heart,   [daj082]
 That slanders me with murthers crimson badge,
 Say if thou dare, proud Lord of Warwickshire,
 That I am guiltie in Duke Humphreys death.   ·daj085·
               _Exet Cardinall._

 _War._ What dares not Warwicke, if false Suffolke dare him?

 _Queene_. He dares not calme his contumelious spirit,
 Nor cease to be an arrogant controwler,
 Though Suffolk dare him twentie hundreth times.   [daj089]

 _War._ Madame be still, with reuerence may I say it,   [daj090]
 That euery word you speake in his defence,
 Is slaunder to your royall Maiestie.

 _Suffolke._ Blunt witted Lord, ignoble in thy words,
 If euer Lady wrongd her Lord so much,
 Thy mother tooke vnto her blamefull bed,   ·daj095·
 Some sterne vntutred churle, and noble stocke   [daj096]
 Was graft with crabtree slip, whose frute thou art,
 And neuer of the Neuels noble race.

 _War._ But that the guilt of murther bucklers thee,
 And I should rob the deaths man of his fee,   [daj100]
 Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames,
 And that my soueraignes presence makes me mute,
 I would false murtherous coward on thy knees
 Make thee craue pardon for thy passed speech,
 And say it was thy mother that thou meants,   [daj105]
 That thou thy selfe was borne in bastardie,
 And after all this fearefull homage done,
 Giue thee thy hire and send thy soule to hell,   [daj108]
 Pernitious blood-sucker of sleeping men.

 _Suffol._ Thou shouldst be waking whilst I shead thy blood,   ·daj110·
 If from this presence thou dare go with me.

 _War._ Away euen now, or I will drag thee hence.

    Warwicke puls him out.

    _Exet Warwicke_ and _Suffolke_, and then all the Commons within,
    cries, downe with _Suffolke_, downe with _Suffolk_. And then enter
    againe, the Duke of _Suffolke_ and _Warwicke_, with their weapons
    drawne.

 _King._ Why how now Lords?

 _Suf._ The Traitorous Warwicke with the men of Berry,
 Set all vpon me mightie soueraigne i   [daj115]

    The Commons againe cries, downe with _Suffolke_, downe with
    _Suffolke_. And then enter from them, the Earle of _Salbury_.

 _Salb._ My Lord, the Commons sends you word by me,   [daj116]
 The vnlesse false Suffolke here be done to death,   [daj117]
 Or banished faire Englands Territories,
 That they will erre from your highnesse person,
 They say by him the good Duke Humphrey died,   ·daj120·
 They say by him they feare the ruine of the realme.
 And therefore if you loue your subiects weale,
 They wish you to banish him from foorth the land.   [daj123]

 _Suf._ Indeed tis like the Commons rude vnpolisht hinds
 Would send such message to their soueraigne,   ·daj125·
 But you my Lord were glad to be imployd,
 To trie how quaint an Orator you were,
 But all the honour Salsbury hath got,
 Is, that he was the Lord Embassador
 Sent from a sort of Tinkers to the King.   ·daj130·

    The Commons cries, an answere from the King, my Lord of _Salsbury_.

 _King._ Good Salsbury go backe againe to them,
 Tell them we thanke them all for their louing care,   [daj132]
 And had I not bene cited thus by their meanes,   [daj133]
 My selfe had done it. Therefore here I sweare,
 If Suffolke be found to breathe in any place,   ·daj135·
 Where I haue rule, but three daies more, he dies.
               _Exet Salisbury._

 _Queene._ Oh Henry, reuerse the doome of gentle Suffolkes banishment.

 _King._ Vngentle Queene to call him gentle Suffolke,
 Speake not for him, for in England he shall not rest,
 If I say, I may relent, but if I sweare, it is erreuocable.   [daj140]
 Come good Warwicke and go thou in with me,   [daj141]
 For I haue great matters to impart to thee.
               _Exet_ King and _Warwicke_, _Manet_ Queene
                 and _Suffolke_.

 _Queene._ Hell fire and vengeance go along with you,
 Theres two of you, the diuell make the third.   [daj144]
 Fie womanish man, canst thou not curse thy enemies?   ·daj145·

 _Suffolke._ A plague vpon them, wherefore should _I_ curse them?
 Could curses kill as do the Mandrakes groanes,
 I would inuent as many bitter termes
 Deliuered strongly through my fixed teeth,
 With twise so many signes of deadly hate,   ·daj150·
 As leaue fast enuy in her loathsome caue,   [daj151]
 My toong should stumble in mine earnest words,
 Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint,
 My haire be fixt on end, as one distraught,
 And euery ioynt should seeme to curse and ban,   ·daj155·
 And now me-thinks my burthened hart would breake,   [daj156]
 Should _I_ not curse them. Poison be their drinke,
 Gall worse then gall, the daintiest thing they taste.
 Their sweetest shade a groue of sypris trees,   [daj159]
 Their softest tuch as smart as lyzards stings.   ·daj160·
 Their musicke frightfull, like the serpents hys.
 And boding scrike-oules make the consort full.   [daj162]
 All the foule terrors in darke seated hell.

 _Queene._ Inough sweete Suffolke, thou torments thy (selfe.   [daj164]

 _Suffolke._ You bad me ban, and will you bid me sease?   [daj165]
 Now by this ground that I am banisht from,
 Well could I curse away a winters night,
 And standing naked on a mountaine top,
 Where byting cold would neuer let grasse grow,
 And thinke it but a minute spent in sport.   ·daj170·

 _Queene._ No more. Sweete Suffolke hie thee hence to _France_,
 Or liue where thou wilt within this worldes globe,
 Ile haue an Irish that shall finde thee out,   [daj173]
 And long thou shalt not staie, but ile haue thee repelde,
 Or venture to be banished my selfe.   [daj175]
 Oh let this kisse be printed in thy hand,
 That when thou seest it, thou maist thinke on me.
 Away, I say, that I may feele my griefe,
 For it is nothing whilst thou standest here.

 _Suffolke._ Thus is poore _Suffolke_ ten times banished,   ·daj180·
 Once by the King, but three times thrise by thee.

    Enter _Vawse_.

 _Queene._ How now, whither goes Vawse so fast?

 _Vawse._ To signifie vnto his Maiestie,
 That Cardinall Bewford is at point of death,
 Sometimes he raues and cries as he were madde,   ·daj185·
 Sometimes he cals vpon Duke Humphries Ghost,
 And whispers to his pillow as to him,
 And sometime he calles to speake vnto the King,   [daj188]
 And I am going to certifie vnto his grace,
 That euen now he cald aloude for him.   ·daj190·

 _Queene._ Go then good Vawse and certifie the King      _Exet Vawse._
 Oh what is worldly pompe, all men must die,   [daj192]
 And woe am I for Bewfords heauie ende.
 But why mourne I for him, whilst thou art here?
 Sweete Suffolke hie thee hence to France,   ·daj195·
 For if the King do come, thou sure must die.

 _Suff._ And if I go I cannot liue: but here to die,
 What were it else, but like a pleasant slumber   [daj198]
 In thy lap?
 Here could I, could I, breath my soule into the aire,   [daj200]
 As milde and gentle as the new borne babe,
 That dies with mothers dugge betweene his lips,
 Where from thy sight I should be raging madde,   [daj203]
 And call for thee to close mine eyes,
 Or with thy lips to stop my dying soule,   ·daj205·
 That _I_ might breathe it so into thy bodie,
 And then it liu’d in sweete Elyziam,
 By thee to die, were but to die in ieast,
 From thee to die, were torment more then death,
 O let me staie, befall, what may befall.   ·daj210·

 _Queen._ Oh mightst thou staie with safetie of thy life,
 Then shouldst thou staie, but heauens deny it,
 And therefore go, but hope ere longe to be repelde.

 _Suff._ _I_ goe.

 _Queene._ And take my heart with thee.   ·daj215·
    She kisseth him.

 _Suff._ A iewell lockt into the wofulst caske,
 That euer yet containde a thing of woorth,
 Thus like a splitted barke so sunder we.
 This way fall I to death.      _Exet Suffolke._   ·daj220·

 _Queene._ This way for me.      _Exet Queene._


SCENE XI.

Enter King and _Salsbury_, and then the Curtaines be drawne, and the
Cardinall is discouered in his bed, rauing and staring as if he were
madde.

 _Car._ Oh death, if thou wilt let me liue but one whole yeare,
 Ile giue thee as much gold as will purchase such another Iland.

 _King._ Oh see my Lord of Salsbury how he is troubled,
 Lord Cardinall, remember Christ must saue thy soule.   [dak004]

 _Car._ Why died he not in his bed?   ·dak005·
 What would you haue me to do then?
 Can I make men liue whether they will or no?
 Sirra, go fetch me the strong poison which the Pothicary sent
               me.   [dak008]
 Oh see where Duke Humphreys ghoast doth stand,
 And stares me in the face. Looke, looke, coame downe his
               haire,   [dak010]
 So now hees gone againe: Oh, oh, oh.   [dak011]

 _Sal._ See how the panges of death doth gripe his heart.

 _King._ Lord Cardinall, if thou diest assured of heauenly blisse,
 Hold vp thy hand and make some signe to vs.
               The Cardinall dies.

 Oh see he dies, and makes no signe at all.   ·dak015·
 Oh God forgiue his soule.

 _Salb._ So bad an ende did neuer none behold,
 But as his death, so was his life in all.

 _King._ Forbeare to iudge, good Salsbury forbeare,
 For God will iudge vs all.   ·dak020·
 Go take him hence, and see his funerals be performde.   [dak021]
               _Exet omnes._


SCENE XII.

Alarmes within, and the chambers be discharged, like as it were a fight
at sea. And then enter the Captaine of the ship and the Maister, and
the Maisters Mate, & the Duke of Suffolke disguised, and others with
him, and Water Whickmore.

 _Cap._ Bring forward these prisoners that scorn’d to yeeld,   [dal001]
 Vnlade their goods with speed and sincke their ship,
 Here Maister, this prisoner I giue to you.
 This other, the Maisters Mate shall haue,
 And Water Whickmore thou shalt haue this man,   [dal005]
 And let them paie their ransomes ere they passe.   [dal006]

 _Suffolke._ Water!      He starteth.

 _Water._ How now, what doest thou feare me?   [dal008]
 Thou shalt haue better cause anon.

 _Suf._  It is thy name affrights me, not thy selfe.
 I do remember well, a cunning Wyssard told me,
 That by Water I should die:
 Yet let not that make thee bloudie minded.
 Thy name being rightly sounded,
 Is Gualter, not Water.   ·dal015·

 _Water._  Gualter or Water, als one to me,   [dal016]
 I am the man must bring thee to thy death.

 _Suf._  I am a Gentleman looke on my Ring,
 Ransome me at what thou wilt, it shalbe paid.   [dal019]

 _Water._  I lost mine eye in boording of the ship,   ·dal020·
 And therefore ere I marchantlike sell blood for gold,
 Then cast me headlong downe into the sea.

 _2. Priso._  But what shall our ransomes be?

 _Mai._ A hundreth pounds a piece, either paie that or die.   [dal024]

 _2. Priso._ Then saue our liues, it shall be paid.   ·dal025·

 _Water._ Come sirrha, thy life shall be the ransome   [dal026]
 I will haue.

 _Suff._ Staie villaine, thy prisoner is a Prince,
 The Duke of Suffolke, William de la Poull.   [dal029]

 _Cap._ The Duke of Suffolke folded vp in rags.   [dal030]

 _Suf._ I sir, but these rags are no part of the Duke,   [dal031]
 Ioue sometime went disguisde, and why not I?

 _Cap._ I but Ioue was neuer slaine as thou shalt be.

 _Suf._ Base Iadie groome, King Henries blood
    The honourable blood of Lancaster,   ·dal035·
 Cannot be shead by such a lowly swaine,
 I am sent Ambassador for the Queene to France,
 I charge thee waffe me crosse the channell safe.

 _Cap._ Ile waffe thee to thy death, go Water take him hence,
 And on our long boates side, chop off his head.   ·dal040·

 _Suf._ Thou darste not for thine owne.

 _Cap._ Yes Poull.

 _Suffolke._ Poull.

 _Cap._ I Poull, puddle, kennell, sinke and durt,
 Ile stop that yawning mouth of thine,   ·dal045·
 Those lips of thine that so oft haue kist the   [dal046]
 Queene, shall sweepe the ground, and thou that
 Smildste at good Duke Humphreys death,
 Shalt liue no longer to infect the earth.

 _Suffolke._ This villain being but Captain of a Pinnais,   [dal050]
 Threatens more plagues then mightie Abradas,
 The great Masadonian Pyrate,   [dal052]
 Thy words addes fury and not remorse in me.

 _Cap._ I but my deeds shall staie thy fury soone.

 _Suffolke._ Hast not thou waited at my Trencher,   ·dal055·
 When we haue feasted with Queene Margret?   [dal056]
 Hast not thou kist thy hand and held my stirrope?   [dal057]
 And barehead plodded by my footecloth Mule,
 And thought thee happie when I smilde on thee?
 This hand hath writ in thy defence,   ·dal060·
 Then shall I charme thee, hold thy lauish toong.

 _Cap._ Away with him, Water, I say, and off with his hed.   [dal062]

 1. _Priso._ Good my Lord, intreat him mildly for your life.

 _Suffolke._ First let this necke stoupe to the axes edge,
 Before this knee do bow to any,   ·dal065·
 Saue to the God of heauen and to my King:
 Suffolkes imperiall toong cannot pleade
 To such a Iadie groome.

 _Water._ Come, come, why do we let him speake,   [dal069]
 I long to haue his head for raunsome of mine eye.   ·dal070·

 _Suffolke._ A Swordar and bandeto slaue,   [dal071]
 Murthered sweete Tully.
 Brutus bastard-hand stabde Iulius Cæsar,   [dal073]
 And Suffolke dies by Pyrates on the seas.   [dal074]
               _Exet Suffolke_ and _Water_.

 _Cap._ Off with his head, and send it to the Queene,   ·dal075·
 And ransomelesse this prisoner shall go free,
 To see it safe deliuered vnto her.
 Come lets goe.   _Exet omnes._   [dal078]


SCENE XIII.

Enter two of the Rebels with long staues.

 _George._ Come away Nick, and put a long staffe in thy pike, and
 prouide thy selfe, for I Can tell thee, they haue been vp this two
 daies.

 _Nicke._ Then they had more need to go to bed now,
 But sirrha George whats the matter?   [dam005]

 _George._ Why sirrha, Iack Cade the Diar of Ashford here,
 He meanes to turne this land, and set a new nap on it.   [dam007]

 _Nick._ I marry he had need so, for tis growne threedbare,   [dam008]
 Twas neuer merry world with vs, since these gentle men came
               vp.   [dam009]

 _George._ I warrant thee, thou shalt neuer see a Lord weare a  ·dam010·
 leather aperne now a-daies.

 _Nick._ But sirrha, who comes more beside Iacke Cade?   [dam012]

 _George._ Why theres Dicke the Butcher, and Robin the Sadler, [dam013]
 and Will that came a wooing to our Nan last Sunday, and Harry and
 Tom, and Gregory that should haue your Parnill, and a great ·dam015·
 sort more is come from Rochester, and from Maydstone, and Canterbury,
 and all the Townes here abouts, and we must all be Lords [dam017] or
 squires, assoone as Iack Cade is King.

 _Nicke._ Harke, harke, I here the Drum, they be comming.   [dam019]

    Enter _Iacke Cade_, _Dicke Butcher_, _Robin_, _Will_, _Tom_,
    _Harry_ and the rest, with long staues.

 _Cade._ Proclaime silence.   ·dam020·

 _All._ Silence.

 _Cade._ I Iohn Cade so named for my valiancie.

 _Dicke._ Or rather for stealing of a Cade of Sprats.

 _Cade._ My father was a Mortemer.   [dam024]

 _Nicke._ He was an honest man and a good Brick-laier.   [dam025]

 _Cade._ My mother came of the Brases.   [dam026]

 _Will._ She was a Pedlers daughter indeed, and sold many
               lases.   [dam027]

 _Robin._ And now being not able to occupie her furd packe,
 She washeth buckes vp and down the country.

 _Cade._ Therefore I am honourably borne.   [dam030]

 _Harry._ I for the field is honourable, for he was borne   [dam031]
 Vnder a hedge, for his father had no house but the Cage.   [dam032]

 _Cade._ I am able to endure much.

 _George._ Thats true, I know he can endure any thing,   [dam034]
 For I haue seen him whipt two market daies togither.   ·dam035·

 _Cade._ I feare neither sword nor fire.

 _Will._ He need not feare the sword, for his coate is of proofe.

 _Dicke._ But mee thinkes he should feare the fire, being so often
 burnt in the hand, for stealing of sheepe.

 _Cade._ Therefore be braue, for your Captain is braue, and vowes
 ·dam040· reformation: you shall haue seuen half-penny loaues for a
 penny, and the three hoopt pot, shall haue ten hoopes, and it shall
 be felony [dam042] to drinke small beere, and if I be king, as king I
 will be. [dam043]

 _All._ God saue your maiestie.

 _Cade._ I thanke you good people, you shall all eate and drinke
 of ·dam045· my score, and go all in my liuerie, and weele haue no
 writing, but [dam046] the score & the Tally, and there shalbe no lawes
 but such as comes [dam047] from my mouth.

 _Dicke._ We shall haue sore lawes then, for he was thrust into the
 mouth the other day.   ·dam050·

 _George._ I and stinking law too, for his breath stinks so, that one
 [dam051] cannot abide it.

    Enter _Will_ with the Clarke of _Chattam_.

 _Will._ Oh Captaine a pryze.

 _Cade._ Whose that Will?   [dam054]

 _Will._ The Clarke of _Chattam,_ he can write and reade and cast
 ·dam055· account, I tooke him setting of boyes coppies, and hee has a
 booke in his pocket with red letters.

 _Cade._ Sonnes, hees a coniurer bring him hither.   [dam058]
 Now sir, whats your name?   [dam059]

 _Clarke._ Emanuell sir, and it shall please you.   [dam060]

 _Dicke._ It will go hard with you, I can tell you,   [dam061]
 For they vse to write that oth top of letters.   [dam062]

 _Cade._ And what do you vse to write your name?   [dam063]
 Or do you as auncient forefathers haue done,
 Vse the score and the Tally?   ·dam065·

 _Clarke._ Nay, true sir, I praise God I haue been so well brought
 [dam066] vp, that I can write mine owne name.

 _Cade._ Oh hes confest, go hang him with his penny-inckhorne [dam068]
 about his necke. _Exet_ one with the Clarke.

    Enter _Tom_.

 _Tom._ Captaine. Newes, newes, sir Humphrey Stafford and his ·dam070·
 brother are comming with the kings power, and mean to kill vs all.
 [dam071]

 _Cade._ Let them come, hees but a knight is he?   [dam072]

 _Tom._ No, no, hees but a knight.

 _Cade._ Why then to equall him, ile make my selfe knight.
 Kneele downe Iohn Mortemer,   ·dam075·
 Rise vp sir Iohn Mortemer.
 Is there any more of them that be Knights?

 _Tom._ I his brother.   [dam078]

    He Knights _Dicke Butcher._

 _Cade._ Then kneele downe Dicke Butcher,
 Rise vp sir Dicke Butcher.   [dam080]
               Now sound vp the Drumme.

    Enter sir _Humphrey Stafford_ and his brother, with Drumme and
    souldiers.

 _Cade._ As for these silken coated slaues I passe not a pinne,
 Tis to you good people that I speake.

 _Stafford._ Why country-men, what meane you thus in troopes,
 To follow this rebellious Traitor Cade?
 Why his father was but a Brick-laier.   [dam085]

 _Cade._ Well, and Adam was a Gardner, what then?   [dam086]
 But I come of the Mortemers.

 _Stafford._ I, the Duke of Yorke hath taught you that.

 _Cade._ The Duke of York, nay, I learnt it my selfe,
 For looke you, Roger Mortemer the Earle of March,   ·dam090·
 Married the Duke of Clarence daughter.

 _Stafford._ Well, thats true: But what then?   [dam092]

 _Cade._ And by her he had two children at a birth.

 _Stafford._ Thats false.   [dam094]

 _Cade._ I, but I say, tis true.   ·dam095·

 _All._ Why then tis true.

 _Cade._ And one of them was stolne away by a begger-woman,
 And that was my father, and I am his sonne,   [dam098]
 Deny it and you can.

 _Nicke._ Nay looke you, I know twas true,   [dam100]
 For his father built a chimney in my fathers house,
 And the brickes are aliue at this day to testifie.   [dam102]

 _Cade._ But doest thou heare Stafford, tell the King, that for his
 fathers sake, in whose time boyes plaide at spanne-counter with
 Frenche Crownes, I am content that hee shall be King as long ·dam105·
 as he liues. Marry alwaies prouided, ile be Protector ouer him.
 [dam106]

 _Stafford._ O monstrous simplicitie.   [dam107]

 _Cade._ And tell him, weele haue the Lorde Sayes head, and the
 [dam108] Duke of Somersets, for deliuering vp the Dukedomes of Anioy
 and Mayne, and selling the Townes in France, by which meanes ·dam110·
 England hath bene maimde euer since, and gone as it were with a
 [dam111] crouch, but that my puissance held it vp. And besides, they
 can [dam112] speake French, and therefore they are traitors.

 _Stafford._ As how I prethie?

 _Cade._ Why the French men are our enemies be they not?   ·dam115·
 And then can hee that speakes with the tongue of an enemy be a
 good subject?

 Answere me to that.

 _Stafford._ Well sirrha, wilt thou yeeld thy selfe vnto the Kings
 mercy, and he will pardon thee and these, their outrages and
 rebellious [dam120] deeds?

 _Cade._ Nay, bid the King come to me and he will, and then ile pardon
 him, or otherwaies ile haue his Crowne tell him, ere it be long.

 _Stafford._ Go Herald, proclaime in all the Kings Townes,   ·dam125·
 That those that will forsake the Rebell Cade,
 Shall haue free pardon from his Maiestie.
               _Exet Stafford_ and his men.

 _Cade._ Come sirs, saint George for vs and Kent.   [dam128]
               _Exet omnes._


SCENE XIV

Alarums to the battaile, and sir _Humphrey Stafford_ and his brother is
slaine. Then enter _Iacke Cade_ againe and the rest.

 _Cade._ Sir Dicke Butcher, thou hast fought to day most valianly,
 [dan001] And knockt them down as if thou hadst bin in thy slaughter
 house. And thus I will reward thee. The Lent shall be as long againe
 as it was. Thou shalt haue licence to kil for foure score & one a
 week. [dan004] Drumme strike vp, for now weele march to London, for
 to morrow [dan005] I meane to sit in the Kings seate at Westminster.
 [dan006]
               _Exet omnes._


SCENE XV.

Enter the King reading of a Letter, and the Queene, with the Duke of
_Suffolkes_ head, and the Lord _Say_, with others.

 _King._ Sir _Humphrey Stafford_ and his brother is slaine,
 And the Rebels march amaine to London,
 Go back to them, and tell them thus from me,
 Ile come and parley with their generall.

 _Reade._ Yet staie, ile reade the Letter one againe.   [dao005]
 Lord Say, Iacke Cade hath solemnely vowde to haue thy head.

 _Say._ I, but I hope your highnesse shall haue his.   [dao007]

 _King._ How now Madam, still lamenting and mourning for Suffolkes
 death, I feare my loue, if I had bene dead, thou wouldst not   [dao009]
 haue mournde so much for me.   ·dao010·

 _Queene._ No my loue, I should not mourne, but die for thee.   [dao011]

    Enter a Messenger.

 _Messen._ Oh flie my Lord, the Rebels are entered
 Southwarke, and haue almost wonne the Bridge,
 Calling your grace an vsurper,
 And that monstrous Rebell Cade, hath sworne   ·dao015·
 To Crowne himselfe King in Westminster,
 Therefore flie my Lord, and poste to Killingworth.

 _King._ Go bid Buckingham and Clifford, gather
 An Army vp, and meete with the Rebels.
 Come Madame, let vs haste to Killingworth.   ·dao020·
 Come on Lord Say, go thou along with vs,
 For feare the Rebell Cade do finde thee out.

 _Say._ My innocence my Lord shall pleade for me.
 And therfore with your highnesse leaue, ile staie behind.

 _King._ Euen as thou wilt my Lord Say.   ·dao025·
 Come Madame, let vs go.   [dao026]
               _Exet omnes._


SCENE XVI.

Enter the Lord _Skayles_ vpon the Tower walles walking.

Enter three or foure Citizens below.

 _Lord Scayles._ How now, is Iacke Cade slaine?   [dap001]

 _1. Citizen._ No my Lord, nor likely to be slaine,
 For they haue wonne the bridge,
 Killing all those that withstand them.
 The Lord Mayor craueth ayde of your honor from the Tower,   ·dap005·
 To defend the Citie from the Rebels.

 _Lord Scayles._ Such aide as I can spare, you shall command,
 But I am troubled here with them my selfe,
 The Rebels haue attempted to win the Tower,
 But get you to Smythfield and gather head,   ·dap010·
 And thither I will send you Mathew Goffe,   [dap011]
 Fight for your King, your Country, and your liues,
 And so farewell, for I must hence againe.   [dap013]
               _Exet omnes._


SCENE XVII.

Enter _Iacke Cade_ and the rest, and strikes his sword vpon London
stone.

 _Cade._ Now is Mortemer Lord of this Citie,
 And now sitting vpon London stone, We command,
 That the first yeare of our raigne,
 The pissing Cundit run nothing but red wine.
 And now hence forward, it shall be treason   [daq005]
 For any that calles me any otherwise then   [daq006]
 Lord Mortemer.

    Enter a souldier.

 _Sould._ Iacke Cade, Iacke Cade.

 _Cade._ Sounes, knocke him downe.   (They kill him.   [daq009]

 _Dicke._ My Lords, theirs an Army gathered togither   [daq010]
 Into Smythfield.

 _Cade._ Come then, lets go fight with them,   [daq012]
 But first go on and set London Bridge a fire,   [daq013]
 And if you can, burne downe the Tower too.
 Come lets away.                 _Exet omnes._   [daq015]


SCENE XVIII.

Alarmes, and then _Mathew Goffe_ is slaine, and all the rest with him.
Then Enter _Iacke Cade_ again, and his company.

 _Cade._ So, sirs now go some and pull down the Sauoy,   [dar001]
 Others to the Innes of the Court, downe with them all.   [dar002]

 _Dicke._ I haue a sute vnto your Lordship.

 _Cade._ _Be_ it a Lordship Dicke, and thou shalt haue it
 For that word.   ·dar005·

 _Dicke._  That we may go burne all the Records,
 And that all writing may be put downe,
 And nothing vsde but the score and the Tally.

 _Cade._ Dicke it shall be so, and henceforward all things shall be
 [dar009] in common, and in Cheapeside shall my palphrey go to grasse.
 ·dar010· Why ist not a miserable thing, that of the skin of an
 innocent lamb should parchment be made, & then with a litle blotting
 ouer with [dar012] inke, a man should vndo himselfe.

 Some saies tis the bees that sting, but I say, tis their waxe, for
 I am sure I neuer seald to any thing but once, and I was neuer mine
 ·dar015· owne man since.

 _Nicke._ But when shall we take vp those commodities
 Which you told vs of.

 _Cade._  Marry he that will lustily stand to it,   [dar019]
 Shall go with me, and take vp these commodities following:   [dar020]
 Item, a gowne, a kirtle, a petticoate, and a smocke.

    Enter _George_.

 _George._ My Lord, a prize, a prize, heres the Lord Say,
 Which sold the Townes in France.

 _Cade._ Come hither thou Say, thou George, thou buckrum lord,  [dar024]
 What answere canst thou make vnto my mightinesse,   ·dar025·

 For deliuering vp the townes in France to Mounsier bus mine cue, the
 Dolphin of France?

 And more then so, thou hast most traitorously erected a grammer
 schoole, to infect the youth of the realme, and against the Kings
 Crowne and dignitie, thou hast built vp a paper-mill, nay it wil be
 ·dar030· said to thy face, that thou kepst men in thy house that daily
 reades [dar031] of bookes with red letters, and talkes of a Nowne and
 a Verbe, and such abhominable words as no Christian eare is able to
 endure it. [dar033] And besides all that, thou hast appointed certaine
 Iustises of peace [dar034] in euery shire to hang honest men that
 steale for their liuing, and ·dar035· because they could not reade,
 thou hast hung them vp: Onely for which cause they were most worthy to
 liue. Thou ridest on a foot-cloth [dar037] doest thou not?

 _Say._ Yes, what of that?

 _Cade._ Marry I say, thou oughtest not to let thy horse weare a
 ·dar040· cloake, when an honester man then thy selfe, goes in his hose
 and doublet.

 _Say._ You men of Kent.

 _All._ Kent, what of Kent?

 _Say._ Nothing but _bona, terra_.   [dar045]

 _Cade._ _Bonum terum_, sounds whats that?   [dar046]

 _Dicke._ He speakes French.

 _Will._ No tis Dutch.

 _Dicke._ No tis outtalian, I know it well inough.   [dar049]

 _Say._ Kent, in the Commentaries Cæsar wrote,   ·dar050·
 Termde it the ciuel’st place of all this land,
 Then noble Country-men, heare me but speake,
 I sold not France, I lost not Normandie.   [dar053]

 _Cade._ But wherefore doest thou shake thy head so?

 _Say._ It is the palsie and not feare that makes me.   ·dar055·

 _Cade._ Nay thou nodst thy head, as who say, thou wilt be euen
 [dar056] with me, if thou getst away, but ile make the sure inough,
 now I [dar057] haue thee. Go take him to the standerd in Cheapeside
 and chop of [dar058] his head, and then go to milende-greene, to sir
 Iames Cromer his sonne in law, and cut off his head too, and bring
 them to me vpon ·dar060· two poles presently. (Away with him.
               _Exet_ one or two, with the Lord _Say_.

 There shall not a noble man weare a head on his shoulders,
 But he shall paie me tribute for it.
 Nor there shal not a mayd be married, but he shal fee to me for her.
 Maydenhead or else, ile haue it my selfe,   ·dar065·
 Marry I will that married men shall hold of me in capitie,   [dar066]
 And that their wiues shalbe as free as hart can thinke, or toong
               can (tell.

    Enter _Robin_.

 _Robin._ O Captaine, London bridge is a fire.

 _Cade._ Runne to Billingsgate, and fetche pitch and flaxe and
 squench it.   [dar070]

    Enter _Dicke_ and a Sargiant.

 _Sargiant._ Iustice, iustice, I pray you sir, let me haue iustice of
 this fellow here.

 _Cade._ Why what has he done?

 _Sarg._ Alasse sir he has rauisht my wife.

 _Dicke._ Why my Lord he would haue rested me,   ·dar075·
 And I went and and entred my Action in his wiues paper house.  [dar076]

 _Cade._ Dicke follow thy sute in her common place,
 You horson villaine, you are a Sargiant youle,   [dar078]
 Take any man by the throate for twelue pence,
 And rest a man when hees at dinner,   [dar080]
 And haue him to prison ere the meate be out of his mouth.   [dar081]
 Go Dicke take him hence, cut out his toong for cogging,   [dar082]
 Hough him for running, and to conclude,
 Braue him with his owne mace.   [dar084]
               _Exet_ with the Sargiant.

    Enter two with the Lord _Sayes_ head, and sir Iames Cromers, vpon
    two poles.

 So, come carry them before me, and at euery lanes ende, let them
 ·dar085· kisse togither.

    Enter the Duke of _Buckingham_, and Lord _Clifford_ the Earle of
    _Comberland_.

 _Clifford._ Why country-men and warlike friends of Kent,
 What meanes this mutinous rebellions,   [dar088]
 That you in troopes do muster thus your selues,
 Vnder the conduct of this Traitor Cade?   ·dar090·
 To rise against your soueraigne Lord and King,
 Who mildly hath his pardon sent to you,
 If you forsake this monstrous Rebell here?
 If honour be the marke whereat you aime,
 Then haste to France that our forefathers wonne,   ·dar095·
 And winne againe that thing which now is lost,
 And leaue to seeke your Countries ouerthrow.

 _All._ A Clifford, a Clifford.
               They forsake Cade.

 _Cade._ Why how now, will you forsake your generall,
 And ancient freedome which you haue possest?   ·dar100·
 To bend your neckes vnder their seruile yokes,   [dar101]
 Who if you stir, will straightwaies hang you vp,   [dar102]
 But follow me, and you shall pull them downe,
 And make them yeeld their liuings to your hands.

 _All._ A Cade, a Cade.   ·dar105·
               They runne to _Cade_ againe.

 _Cliff._ Braue warlike friends heare me but speak a word,   [dar106]
 Refuse not good whilst it is offered you,
 The King is mercifull, then yeeld to him,
 And I my selfe will go along with you,
 To Winsore Castle whereas the King abides,   ·dar110·
 And on mine honour you shall haue no hurt.

 _All._ A Clifford, a Clifford, God saue the King.

 _Cade._ How like a feather is this rascall company
 Blowne euery way,   [dar114]
 But that they may see there want no valiancy in me,   [dar115]
 My staffe shall make way through the midst of you,
 And so a poxe take you all.   [dar117]
               He runs through them with his staffe, and flies away.

 _Buc._ Go some and make after him, and proclaime,
 That those that can bring the head of Cade,
 Shall haue a thousand Crownes for his labour.   ·dar120·
 Come march away.       _Exet omnes._   [dar121]


SCENE XIX.

Enter King _Henry_ and the Queene, and _Somerset_.

 _King._ Lord Somerset, what newes here you of the Rebell
               Cade?   [das001]

 _Som._ This, my gratious Lord, that the Lord Say is don to death,
 And the Citie is almost sackt.

 _King._ Gods will be done, for as he hath decreede, so must it
               be:   [das004]
 And be it as he please, to stop the pride of those rebellious
               men.   [das005]

 _Queene._ Had the noble Duke of Suffolke bene aliue,
 The Rebell Cade had bene supprest ere this,
 And all the rest that do take part with him.

    Enter the Duke of _Buckingham_ and _Clifford_, with the Rebels,
    with halters about their necks.

 _Cliff._ Long liue King Henry, Englands lawfull King,
 Loe here my Lord, these Rebels are subdude,   ·das010·
 And offer their liues before your highnesse feete.

 _King._ But tell me Clifford, is there Captaine here.   [das012]

 _Clif._ No, my gratious Lord, he is fled away, but proclamations are
 sent forth, that he that can but bring his head, shall haue a thousand
 crownes. But may it please your Maiestie, to pardon these ·das015·
 their faults, that by that traitors meanes were thus misled. [das016]

 _King._ Stand vp you simple men, and giue God praise,
 For you did take in hand you know not what,
 And go in peace obedient to your King,
 And liue as subiects, and you shall not want,   ·das020·
 Whilst Henry liues, and weares the English Crowne.

 _All._ God saue the King, God saue the King.

 _King._ Come let vs hast to London now with speed,
 That solemne prosessions may be sung,   [das024]
 In laud and honour of the God of heauen,   ·das025·
 And triumphs of this happie victorie.   (_Exet omnes._   [das026]


SCENE XX.

Enter _Iacke Cade_ at one doore, and at the other, maister _Alexander
Eyden_ and his men, and _Iack Cade_ lies downe picking of hearbes and
eating them.

 _Eyden._ Good Lord how pleasant is this country life,   [dat001]
 This litle land my father left me here,
 With my contented minde serues me as well,
 As all the pleasures in the Court can yeeld,
 Nor would I change this pleasure for the Court.   ·dat005·

 _Cade._ Sounes, heres the Lord of the soyle, Stand villaine, thou
 [dat006] wilt betraie mee to the King, and get a thousand crownes for
 my head, but ere thou goest, ile make thee eate yron like an Astridge,
 [dat008] and swallow my sword like a great pinne.

 _Eyden._ Why sawcy companion, why should I betray thee?   ·dat010·
 Ist not inough that thou hast broke my hedges,
 And enterd into my ground without the leaue of me the owner,   [dat012]
 But thou wilt braue me too.

 _Cade._ Braue thee and beard thee too, by the best blood of the
 [dat014] Realme, looke on me well, I haue eate no meate this fine
 dayes, yet ·dat015· and I do not leaue thee and thy fine men as dead
 as a doore nayle, I [dat016] pray God I may neuer eate grasse more.

 _Eyden._ Nay, it neuer shall be saide whilst the world doth stand,
 [dat018] that Alexander Eyden an Esquire of Kent, tooke oddes to
 combat with a famisht man, looke on me, my limmes are equall vnto
 thine, ·dat020· and euery way as big, then hand to hand, ile combat
 thee. Sirrha [dat021] fetch me weopons, and stand you all aside.
 [dat022]

 _Cade._ Now sword, if thou doest not hew this burly-bond churle
 [dat023] into chines of beefe, I beseech God thou maist fal into some
 smiths [dat024] hand, and be turnd to hob-nailes. [dat025]

 _Eyden._ Come on thy way.         (They fight, and _Cade_ fals downe.

 _Cade._ Oh villaine, thou hast slaine the floure of Kent for
 chiualrie, but it is famine & not thee that has done it, for come ten
 thousand diuels, and giue me but the ten meales that I wanted this
 fiue daies, and ile fight with you all, and so a poxe rot thee, for
 Iack Cade must die.   (He dies.

 _Eyden._ Iack Cade, & was it that monstrous Rebell which I haue
 [dat032] slaine. Oh sword ile honour thee for this, and in my chamber
 shalt [dat033] thou hang as a monument to after age, for this great
 seruice thou hast done to me. He drag him hence, and with my sword cut
 off his [dat035] head, and beare it   _Exet._   [dat036]


SCENE XXI.

Enter the Duke of _Yorke_ with Drum and souldiers.

 _Yorke._ In Armes from Ireland comes Yorke amaine,
 Ring belles aloud, bonfires perfume the ayre,
 To entertaine faire Englands royall King.
 Ah _Sancta Maiesta_, who would not buy thee deare?

    Enter the Duke of _Buckingham_.

 But soft, who comes here _Buckingham_, what newes with him?   [dau005]

 _Buc._ Yorke, if thou meane well, I greete thee so.

 _Yorke._ Humphrey of Buckingham, welcome I sweare:
 What comes thou in loue or as a Messenger?   [dau008]

 _Buc._ I come as a Messenger from our dread Lord and soueraign,
 Henry. To know the reason of these Armes in peace?   ·dau010·
 Or that thou being a subiect as I am,
 Shouldst thus approach so neare with colours spred,
 Whereas the person of the King doth keepe?

 _Yorke._ A subiect as he is.   [dau014]
 Oh how I hate these spitefull abiect termes,   ·dau015·
 But Yorke dissemble, till thou meete thy sonnes,
 Who now in Armes expect their fathers sight,
 And not farre hence I know they cannot be.   [dau018]
 Humphrey Duke of Buckingham, pardon me,
 That I answearde not at first, my mind was troubled,   ·dau020·
 I came to remoue that monstrous Rebell Cade,
 And heaue proud Somerset from out the Court,
 That basely yeelded vp the Townes in France.

 _Buc._ Why that was presumption on thy behalfe,
 But if it be no otherwise but so,   [dau025]
 The King doth pardon thee, and granst to thy request,   [dau026]
 And Somerset is sent vnto the Tower.

 _Yorke._ Vpon thine honour is it so?

 _Buc._ Yorke, he is vpon mine honour.

 _York._ Then before thy face, I here dismisse my troopes,   ·dau030·
 Sirs, meete me to morrow in saint Georges fields,
 And there you shall receiue your paie of me.   [dau032]

    _Exet_ souldiers.

 _Buc._ Come York, thou shalt go speake vnto the King,
 But see, his grace is comming to meete with vs.

    Enter King _Henry_.

 _King._ How now Buckingham, is Yorke friends with vs,   ·dau035·
 That thus thou bringst him hand in hand with thee?

 _Buc._ He is my Lord, and hath dischargde his troopes
 Which came with him, but as your grace did say,
 To heaue the Duke of Somerset from hence,
 And to subdue the Rebels that were vp.   ·dau040·

 _King._ Then welcome cousin Yorke, giue me thy hand,
 And thankes for thy great seruice done to vs,
 Against those traitorous Irish that rebeld.

    Enter maister _Eyden_ with _Iacke Cades_ head.

 _Eyden._ Long liue Henry in triumphant peace,   [dau044]
 Lo here my Lord vpon my bended knees,   ·dau045·
 I here present the traitorous head of Cade,
 That hand to hand in single fight I slue.

 _King._ First thanks to heauen, & next to thee my friend,
 That hast subdude that wicked traitor thus.
 O let me see that head that in his life,   ·dau050·
 Did worke me and my land such cruell spight,
 A visage sterne, cole blacke his curled locks,
 Deepe trenched furrowes in his frowning brow,
 Presageth warlike humors in his life.
 Here take it hence and thou for thy reward,   ·dau055·
 Shalt be immediatly created Knight.
 Kneele downe my friend, and tell me whats thy name?   [dau057]

 _Eyden._ Alexander Eyden, if it please your grace,
 A poore Esquire of Kent.

 _King._ Then rise vp sir Alexander Eyden knight,   [dau060]
 And for thy maintenance, I freely giue
 A thousand markes a yeare to maintaine thee,   [dau062]
 Beside the firme reward that was proclaimde,
 For those that could performe this worthie act,
 And thou shalt waight vpon the person of the king.   [dau065]

 _Eyden._ I humbly thank your grace, and I no longer liue,
 Then I proue iust and loyall to my king.      (_Exet._   [dau067]

    Enter the Queene with the Duke of _Somerset_.

 _King._ O Buckingham see where Somerset comes,
 Bid him go hide himselfe till Yorke be gone.

 _Queene._ He shall not hide himselfe for feare of Yorke,   ·dau070·
 But beard and braue him proudly to his face.

 _Yorke._ Whose that, proud Somerset at libertie?   [dau072]
 Base fearefull Henry that thus dishonor’st me,
 By heauen, thou shalt not gouerne ouer me:
 I cannot brooke that Traitors presence here,   ·dau075·
 Nor will I subiect be to such a King,
 That knowes not how to gouerne nor to rule,
 Resigne thy Crowne proud Lancaster to me,
 That thou vsurped hast so long by force,
 For now is Yorke resolu’d to claim his owne,   ·dau080·
 And rise aloft into faire Englands Throane.

 _Somer._ Proud Traitor, I arest thee on high treason,
 Against thy soueraigne Lord, yeeld thee false Yorke,
 For here I sweare, thou shalt vnto the Tower,
 For these proud words which thou hast giuen the king.   ·dau085·

 _Yorke._ Thou art deceiued, my sonnes shalbe my baile,   [dau086]
 And send thee there in dispight of him.   [dau087]
 Hoe, where are you boyes?

 _Queene._ Call Clifford hither presently.


SCENE XXII.

Enter the Duke of _Yorkes_ sonnes, _Edward_ the Earle of _March_, and
crook-backe _Richard_, at the one doore, with Drumme and soldiers, and
at the other doore, enter _Clifford_ and his sonne, with Drumme and
souldiers, and _Clifford_ kneeles to _Henry_, and speakes.

 _Cliff._ Long liue my noble Lord, and soueraigne King.

 _Yorke._ We thank thee Clifford.
 Nay, do not affright vs with thy lookes,
 If thou didst mistake, we pardon thee, kneele againe.

 _Cliff._ Why, I did no way mistake, this is my King.   ·dav005·
 What is he mad? to Bedlam with him.

 _King._ I, a bedlam frantike humor driues him thus   [dav007]
 To leauy Armes against his lawfull King.   [dav008]

 _Clif._ Why doth not your grace send him to the Tower?   [dav009]

 _Queene._ He is arested, but will not obey,   ·dav010·
 His sonnes he saith, shall be his baile.   [dav011]

 _Yorke._ How say you boyes, will you not?

 _Edward._ Yes noble father, if our words will serue.

 _Richard._ And if our words will not, our swords shall.

 _Yorke._ Call hither to the stake, my two rough beares.   ·dav015·

 _King._ Call Buckingham, and bid him Arme himselfe.

 _Yorke._ Call Buckingham and all the friends thou hast,
 Both thou and they, shall curse this fatall houre.   [dav018]

    Enter at one doore, the Earles of _Salsbury_ and _Warwicke_, with
    Drumme and souldiers. And at the other, the Duke of _Buckingham_,
    with Drumme and souldiers.

 _Cliff._ Are these thy beares? weele bayte them soone,
 Dispight of thee, and all the friends thou hast. ·dav20·

 _War._ You had best go dreame againe,
 To keepe you from the tempest of the field.

 _Clif._ I am resolu’d to beare a greater storme,
 Then any thou canst coniure vp to day,
 And that ile write vpon thy Burgonet,   ·dav025·
 Might I but know thee by thy houshold badge.

 _War._ Now by my fathers age, old Neuels crest,
 The Rampant Beare chaind to the ragged staffe,
 This day ile weare aloft my burgonet,
 As on a mountaine top the Cædar showes,   ·dav030·
 That keepes his leaues in spight of any storme,
 Euen to affright the with the view thereof.   [dav032]

 _Clif._ And from thy burgonet will I rend the beare,
 And tread him vnderfoote with all contempt,
 Dispight the Beare-ward that protects him so.   ·dav035·

 _Yoong Clif._ And so renowmed soueraigne to Armes,   [dav036]
 To quell these Traitors and their compleases.   [dav037]

 _Richard._ Fie, Charitie for shame, speake it not in spight,
 For you shall sup with Iesus Christ to night.

 _Yoong Clif._ Foule Stigmaticke thou canst not tell.   ·dav040·

 _Rich._ No, for if not in heauen, youle surely sup in hell.   [dav041]
               _Exet omnes._


SCENE XXIII.

Alarmes to the battaile, and then enter the Duke of _Somerset_ and
_Richard_ fighting, and _Richard_ kils him vnder the signe of the
Castle in saint _Albones_.

 _Rich._ So Lie thou there, and breathe thy last.   [daw001]
 Whats here, the signe of the Castle?   [daw002]
 Then the prophesie is come to passe,
 For Somerset was forewarned of Castles,
 The which he alwaies did obserue.   ·daw005·
 And now behold, vnder a paltry Ale-house signe,
 The Castle in saint Albones,   [daw007]
 Somerset hath made the Wissard famous by his death.   [daw008]
               _Exet._

    Alarme again, and enter the Earle of _Warwicke_ alone.

 _War._ Clifford of Comberland, tis Warwicke calles,
 And if thou doest not hide thee from the Beare,   ·daw010·
 Now whilst the angry Trompets sound Alarmes,
 And dead mens cries do fill the emptie aire:
 Clifford I say, come forth and fight with me,
 Proud Northerne Lord, Clifford of Comberland,
 Warwicke is hoarse with calling thee to Armes.   ·daw015·
               Clifford speakes within.

 Warwicke stand still, and view the way that Clifford hewes with
 his murthering Curtel-axe, through the fainting troopes to finde
 thee out.

 Warwicke stand still, and stir not till I come.

    Enter _Yorke_.

 _War._ How now my Lord, what a foote?   ·daw020·
 Who kild your horse?

 _Yorke._ The deadly hand of Clifford. Noble Lord,
 Fiue horse this day slaine vnder me,
 And yet braue Warwicke I remaine aliue,
 But I did kill his horse he lou’d so well,   ·daw025·
 The boniest gray that ere was bred in North.

    Enter _Clifford_, and _Warwicke_ offers to fight with him.

 Hold Warwicke, and seeke thee out some other chase,
 My selfe will hunt this deare to death.

 _War._ Braue Lord, tis for a Crowne thou fights,   [daw029]
 Clifford farewell, as I entend to prosper well to day,   ·daw030·
 It grieues my soule to leaue thee vnassaild.
               _Exet Warwicke._

 _Yorke._ Now Clifford, since we are singled here alone,
 Be this the day of doome to one of vs,
 For now my heart hath sworne immortall hate
 To thee, and all the house of Lancaster.   ·daw035·

 _Cliffood._ And here I stand, and pitch my foot to thine,
 Vowing neuer to stir, till thou or I be slaine.
 For neuer shall my heart be safe at rest,
 Till I haue spoyld the hatefull house of Yorke.
               Alarmes, and they fight, and _Yorke_ kils _Clifford_.

 _Yorke._ Now Lancaster sit sure, thy sinowes shrinke,   [daw040]
 Come fearefull Henry grouelling on thy face,
 Yeeld vp thy Crowne vnto the Prince of Yorke.
               _Exet Yorke._

    Alarmes, then enter yoong _Clifford_ alone.

 _Yoong Clifford._ Father of Comberland,
 Where may I seeke my aged father forth?   [daw044]
 O! dismall sight, see where he breathlesse lies,   [daw045]
 All smeard and weltred in his luke-warme blood,
 Ah, aged pillar of all Comberlands true house,
 Sweete father, to thy murthred ghoast I sweare,
 Immortall hate vnto the house of Yorke,
 Nor neuer shall I sleepe secure one night,
 Till I haue furiously reuengde thy death,
 And left not one of them to breath on earth.

    He takes him vp on his backe.

 And thus as old Ankyses sonne did beare
 His aged father on his manly backe,
 And fought with him against the bloodie Greeks,   ·daw055·
 Euen so will I. But staie, heres one of them,   [daw056]
 To whom my soule hath sworne immortall hate.   [daw057]

    Enter _Richard_, and then _Clifford_ laies downe his father, fights
    with him, and _Richard_ flies away againe.

 Out crooktbacke villaine, get thee from my sight.   [daw058]
 But I will after thee, and once againe
 When I haue borne my father to his Tent,   ·daw060·
 Ile trie my fortune better with thee yet.   [daw061]
               _Exet_ yoong _Clifford_ with his father.

    Alarmes againe, and then enter three or foure, bearing the Duke of
    _Buckingham_ wounded to his Tent.

    Alarmes still, and then enter the King and Queene.

 _Queene._ Away my Lord, and flie to London straight,
 Make hast, for vengeance comes along with them,
 Come stand not to expostulate, lets go.   [daw064]

 _King._ Come then faire Queene, to London let vs hast,   ·daw065·
 And sommon a Parlament with speede,   [daw066]
 To stop the fury of these dyre euents.   [daw067]
               _Exet_ King and Queene.

    Alarmes, and then a flourish, and enter the Duke of _Yorke_ and
    _Richard_.

 _Yorke._ How now boyes, fortunate this fight hath bene,
 I hope to vs and ours, for Englands good,
 And our great honour, that so long we lost,   ·daw070·
 Whilst faint-heart Henry did vsurpe our rights:
 But did you see old Salsbury, since we
 With bloodie mindes did buckle with the foe,
 I would not for the losse of this right hand,
 That ought but well betide that good old man.   ·daw075·

 _Rich._ My Lord, I saw him in the thickest throng,
 Charging his Lance with his old weary armes,
 And thrise I saw him beaten from his horse,
 And thrise this hand did set him vp againe,
 And still he fought with courage gainst his foes,   ·daw080·
 The boldest sprited man that ere mine eyes beheld.   [daw081]

    Enter _Salsbbury_ and _Warwicke_.

 _Edward._ See noble father, where they both do come,
 The onely props vnto the house of Yorke.

 _Sals._ Well hast thou fought this day, thou valiant Duke,
 And thou braue bud of Yorkes encreasing house,   ·daw085·
 The small remainder of my weary life,
 I hold for thee, for with thy warlike arme,
 Three times this day thou hast preseru’d my life.

 _Yorke._ What say you Lords, the King is fled to London?
 There as I here to hold a Parlament.   [daw090]
 What saies Lord Warwicke, shall we after them?

 _War._  After them, nay before them if we can.
 Now by my faith Lords, twas a glorious day,   [daw093]
 Saint Albones battaile wonne by famous Yorke,
 Shall be eternest in all age to come.   [daw095]
 Sound Drummes and Trumpets, and to London all,
 And more such daies as these to vs befall.   [daw097]
               _Exet omnes._

 FINIS.

 London.

 Printed by Thomas Creed, for Thomas Millington,
 and are to be sold at his Shop vnder Saint Peters
 Church in Cornwall.

 1594.


LINENOTES TO THE FIRST PART OF THE CONTENTION, &c.

[daa008] _then the_] Q1 Q2. _twenty_ Q3.

[daa030] _her speech_] Q1 Q3. _speech_ Q2.

[daa032] _Lordly_] _Lorldly_ Q3.

[daa037] _confirmde of peace,_] Q1. _confirm’d of peace,_ Q2.
_confirmd, of peace_ Q3.

[daa040]: _Imprimis_] Q1. _Inprimis_ Q2 Q3.]

[daa041] _Poule_] Q1. _Poole_ Q2. _Pole_ Q3.

[daa045] daa030.] Q1 Q2. _thirty day_ Q3. ¶ _month_] _moneth_ Q2.

[daa046], daa078: _Dutches_] Q1 Q2. _Dutchesse_ Q3.

[daa048] _fa._] Q1 Q2. _fa--_ Q3. ¶ Humphrey] Q1. Humprey Q2.
Humfrey Q3.

[daa050] _ouer_] Q1 Q2. _ore_ Q3.

[daa051] _reade_] Q1 Q3. _see_ Q2.

[daa052] _Vnckle of Winchester_] Q1 Q2. _My Lord of Yorke_ Q3. ¶
_you_] Q1 Q2. _do you_ Q3.

[daa053] Cardinall.] Q1. Cardinal. Q2. Yorke. Q3.

[daa054] _Duches_] Q1 _Dutches_ Q2. _Dutchesse_ Q3.

[daa063] _all for_] Q1 Q2. _for all_ Q3.

[daa066] Exet] Q1. Exit Q2 Q3. See note (1).

[daa067] _Pillars_] Q1. _Pillers_ Q2 Q3.

[daa075] _spent_] Q1 Q2. _spent quite_ Q3.

[daa087] _dares_] Q1 Q3. _dare_ Q2.

[daa088] _Lord_] Q1 Q2. _Lords_ Q3.

[daa090] _begone_] Q1. _be gone_ Q2 Q3.

[daa097] _well you_] Q1 Q2. _you well_ Q3.

[daa112] _then_] Q1 Q3. om. Q2.

[daa117] _seene_] Q1 Q3. _heard_ Q2.

[daa119] _Ruffin_] Q1 Q2. _Ruffian_ Q3. ¶ _Church_] Q1 Q2. _the
church_ Q3.

[daa132] _Sonnes_] Q1 Q2. _Sonnes_ (italic) Q3.

[daa141] _meant_] Q1 Q3. _meane_ Q2.

[daa156] _a sleepe_] Q1. _asleepe_ Q2 Q3.

[daa164] _graffle_] Q1 Q2. _grapple_ Q3.

[dab002] _Cearies_] Q1 Q2. _Ceres_ Q3.

[dab005] _not thou_] Q1 Q2. _thou not_ Q3.

[dab007] _minde._] Q1. _minde?_ Q2. _mind?_ Q3.

[dab011] _no_] Q1 Q2. _none_ Q3.

[dab012] _Lord._] Q1. _Lord?_ Q2 Q3.

[dab015], dab016: _that This_] Q1 Q2. _That this_ Q3.

[dab017] _in two, and on_] Q1 Q2. _in twaine, by whom I cannot gesse:
But as I thinke by the Cardinall. What it bodes God knowes; and on_ Q3.

[dab018] _the...Winchester_] Q1 Q2. _Edmund Duke of Somerset_ Q3.

[dab019] _Poule_] Q1 _Poole_ Q2. _Pole_ Q3.

[dab026] _Kings_] Q1 Q3. _the Kings_ Q2.

[dab031] _wife...him,_] Q1. _wife,...him,_ Q2. _wife?... him?_ Q3.

[dab032] _thus,_] Q1. _thus?_ Q2 Q3.

[dab035] _dreame._] Q1. _dreame?_ Q2 Q3.

[dab036] _keepe_] Q1 Q2. _keepe it_ Q3.

[dab038] Enters] Q1 Q2. Enter Q3.

[dab040] _Saint_] Q1 Q2. _S._ Q3.

[dab043] _vs vs_] Q1. _vs_ Q2 Q3.

[dab045]–dab047: See note (II).

[dab051] _I_] Q1 Q3. _Yea_ Q2.

[dab054] _Ely_] Q1 Q2. _Rye_ Q3. ¶ _Bullingbrooke_] Q1.
_Bullinbrooke_ Q2. _Bullenbrooke_ Q3.

[dab055] _rest,_] Q1 Q2. _rest?_ Q3.

[dab057] _depth_] Q1 Q3. _the depth_ Q2.

[dab059], dab060: _Thanks...here_] As three lines in Q3, ending
_John...time...heere._

[dab063] _they may_] Q1 Q2. _may they_ Q3.

[dab066] _vs_] Q1 Q3. om. Q2.

[dab078] _rise_] Q1 Q3. _raise_ Q2.

[dab079] _trow_] Q1 Q2. _tro_ Q3.

[dac001] _let vs_] Q1 Q2. _lets_ Q3.

[dac004] _Duke_] Q1 Q3. om. Q2.

[dac006] _cannot_] Q1 Q3. _can_ Q2.

[dac012] _grace._] Q1. _grace?_ Q2 Q3.

[dac016], dac018: _stole_] Q1 Q3. _stoln_ Q2.

[dac018] _wife,_] Q1 Q2. _wife?_ Q3. ¶ _thats_] Q1 Q2. _that’s_
Q3.

[dac021] _vnto_] Q1 Q2. _to_ Q3.

[dac024], dac029: _I_] Q1 Q3. _Yea_ Q2.

[dac030] _Whose_] Q1. _Who’s_ Q2 Q3.

[dac031] _in_] Q1 Q3. om. Q2.

[dac033] _here_] Q1. _heare_ Q2. _heere_ Q3. ¶ _this_] Q1 Q2.
_this thing_ Q3.

[dac034] _what_] Q1. _whats_ Q2 _what’s_ Q3.

[dac035] _Whats_] Q1 Q2. _What’s_ Q3.

[dac038] _knaue._] Q1 Q3. _knaue?_ Q2.

[dac039] _me, me_] Q1. _mee_ Q2 (Capell, Devonshire, and Malone 867).
_it_ Q2 (Malone 36). _me_ Q3.

[dac041] _petitions_] Q1 Q3. _petition_ Q2.

[dac042] _you_] Q1 Q3. _ye_ Q2.

[dac043] _thus._] Q1. _thus?_ Q2 Q3. ¶ Exet] Q1. exeunt. Q2. Exit
Q3.

[dac048] _nere_] Q1 Q3. _ne’re_ Q2.

[dac051] _nor_] Q1 Q2. _to_ Q3.

[dac054] _takes_] Q1 Q2. _take_ Q3. ¶ _the_] Q1 Q2. om. Q3. ¶
_Queene_] Here Q3 alone inserts _She beares a Dukes whole reuennewes
on her backe._

[dac058] _this._] Q1. _this?_ Q2 Q3.

[dac059] _Poull_] Q1. _Poole_ Q2. _Pole_ Q3.

[dac060] _Ladaies_] Q1. _ladies_ Q2 Q3.

[dac064] _to_] Q1 Q2. _into_ Q3.

[dac069] and enter] Q1 Q2. Then entereth Q3.

[dac071] _alls_] Q1 Q2. _all’s_ Q3. ¶ _wonne_] Q1. _one_ Q2 Q3.

[dac074] _thinke_] Q1 Q2. _thinkes_ Q3.

[dac078] _Pease_] Q1. _Peace_ Q2 Q3.

[dac079] _Cardinals_] Q1. _Cardinal’s_ Q2. _Cardnal’s_ Q3.

[dac081] _the best_] Q1 Q2. _best_ Q3.

[dac084] _our_] Q1. _our_ Q2 Q3.

[dac086] _old_] Q1 Q3. _bold_ Q2.

[dac088] _ouer_] Q1 Q2. _ore_ Q3.

[dac090] _King_] Q1 Q2. _a King_ Q3.

[dac091] _thee._] Q1. _thee?_ Q2. _thee:_ Q3.

[dac095] _then_] Q1 Q3. _than_ Q2.

[dac112] _Ant_] Q1. _An’t_ Q2 Q3.

[dac117] _my Lord_] Q1 Q2. _master_ Q3. ¶ _the words_] Q1 Q3.
_these words_ Q2.

[dac121] _Maiestie_] Q1. _maiesty_ Q2. _worship_ Q3.

[dac127] _Which...month_] Omitted in Q3.

[dac128] _Standbags_] Q1 Q2. _Sandbags_ Q3.

[dac131] _to fight_] Q1 Q2. _for to fight_ Q3.

[dac133] _them_] Q1 Q3. _him_ Q2.

[dac137] _French-woman,_] Q1 Q2. _French-woman?_ Q3.

[dac142] _will._] Q1 Q3. _will!_ Q2.

[dac146] _wart_] Q1. _wert_ Q2 Q3. ¶ _to blame_] Q1. _too blame_
Q2 Q3.

[dac154] _should_] Q1 Q3. _doth_ Q2.

[dac156] _ouer_] Q1 Q2. _ore_ Q3.

[dac157] _trials_] Q1 Q3. _trial’s_ Q2.

[dac160] _rights gainst_] Q1 Q2. _right ’gainst_ Q3.

[dac166] _lets_] Q1 Q2. _let’s_ Q3.

[dac169] Exet] Q1. exeunt Q2. Exit Q3.

[dad001] Elnor] Q1 Q2. Elanor Q3. ¶ Koger] Q1. Roger Q2 Q3.

[dad004] _here_] Q1. _heare_ Q2 Q3.

[dad012] _be low_] Q1. _below_ Q2 Q3.

[dad020] _Assenda, Assenda_] Q1 Q3. _Ascenda, Ascenda_ Q3.

[dad024] _But_] Q1 Q3. _Yet_ Q2. ¶ _out liue_] Q1 Q2. _out-liue_
Q3.

[dad025] _awayt_] Q1. _awaits_ Q2. _awaites_ Q3. ¶ _Suffolke._] Q1
Q3. _Suffolke?_ Q2.

[dad026] _shall he_] Q1 Q3. _he shall_ Q2.

[dad029] _then_] Q1 Q3. om. Q2.

[dad031] _poule_] Q1. _poole_ Q2 Q3.

[dad037] _Sonnes_] Q1 Q2. _Zounds_ Q3.

[dad041] _your_] Q1. _you_ Q2 Q3.

[dad042] _notice_] Q1 Q3. _a notice_ Q2.

[dad047] _S._] Q1 Q3. _Saint_ Q2.

[dad050] _Whose_] Q1 Q3. _Who’s_ Q2.

[dad052] _Earles_] Q1 Q3. _Earle_ Q2.

[dae005] _silly_] Q1 Q3. _seely_ Q2.

[dae006] _sore?_] Q1. _soare,_ Q2. _sore,_ Q3.

[dae007] _soust_] Q1. _sowst_ Q2. _souc’d_ Q3.

[dae009] _Hawke_] Q1. _hawke_ Q2. _hawkes_ Q3. ¶ _done_] Q1. _doe_
Q2. _do_ Q3.

[dae010] _He...aloft_] Q1 Q2. _They know their master sores a
Faulcons pitch_ Q3.

[dae011] _it is_] Q1 Q2. _it’s_ Q3.

[dae012] _That...pitch_] Q1 Q2 (_soare_ Q2). _That sores no higher
then a bird can sore_ Q3.

[dae014] _I_] Q1 Q3. _Yea_ Q2.

[dae015] _fllie_] Q1. _flie_ Q2 _fly_ Q3.

[dae018] _common-wealth_] _Gommon-wealth_ Q3.

[dae020] _hote._] Q1. _hote!_ Q2 _hot?_ Q3. ¶ _doate._] Q1. _dote?_
Q2. _do’t._ Q3.

[dae021] _not Hauing...cause_] Q1. _not? having...cause._ Q2 _not,
hauing...cause?_ Q3.

[dae023] _it like_] Q1 Q2 _t’like_ Q3.

[dae033] _darest_] Q1 Q2. _dar’st_ Q3.

[dae034] _Dare._] Q1. _Dare!_ Q2. _Dare:_ Q3. ¶ _rhee_] Q1. _thee_
Q2 Q3.

[dae036] _Plantaganet_] Q1 Q2. _Plantagenet_ Q3.

[dae042] _Heres_] Q1 Q2. _Here’s_ Q3.

[dae047] _Faith_] Q1 Q2. _Gods mother_ Q3.

[dae049] _chollour_] Q1. _color_ Q2. _choller_ Q3. ¶ A miracle, a
miracle.] Q1 Q3. a myracle. Q2.

[dae050] _How now,_] Q1. _How now!_ Q2. _How now?_ Q3.

[dae052] _S._] Q1 Q3. _Saint_ Q2. ¶ _his_] Q1 Q2. _the_ Q3.

[dae053] _hither_] Q1 Q2. _hether_ Q3.

[dae057] Humphrey. _Where...borne?_] Q1 Q2. Continued to ‘King’ in
Q3.

[dae058] _sir_] Q1 Q2. _please your Maiesty_ Q3.

[dae059] _helpe._] Q1 Q3. _help?_ Q2.

[dae060] _I sir_] Q1 Q3. _Yea sir_ Q2.

[dae062] _art thou_] Q1 Q2. _are_ Q3.

[dae063], dae070, dae071: _I_] Q1 Q3. _Yea_ Q2.

[dae065] _on_] Q1 Q2. om. Q3.

[dae066] _Wart_] Q1 Q2. _Wert_ Q3.

[dae069] _wart_] Q1 Q2. _wert_ Q3.

[dae072] _thou his_] Q1 Q3. _thou, his_ Q2.

[dae078] _so._] Q1. _so!_ Q2. _so:_ Q3. ¶ dae078, dae082: _colours_]
Q1. _colour’s_ Q2 Q3.

[dae079] _Why red_] Q1 Q2. _Red_ Q3.

[dae081] _thats_] Q1 Q2. _that’s_ Q3.

[dae084] _colours_] Q1 Q2. _colour’s_ Q3.

[dae087] _yet_] Q1 Q3. om. Q2.

[dae089] _whats_] Q1. _what’s_ Q2 Q3.

[dae091] _Whats_] Q1 Q2. _What’s_ Q3.

[dae097] _Whats_] Q1 Q3. _What’s_ Q2.

[dae100] _mightest_] Q1. _mightst_ Q2 Q3.

[dae103] _saint_] Q1 Q2. _S._ Q3.

[dae105] _againe._] Q1 Q3. _againe?_ Q2.

[dae107] _saint_] Q1 Q2. _S._ Q3.

[dae122] _do,_] Q1 Q3. _do?_] Q2. ¶ girke] Q1 Q2. ierke Q3.

[dae128] _halt_] Q1 Q3. _the halt_ Q2.

[dae129] _I_] Q1 Q3. _Yea_ Q2.

[dae132] _here_] Q1. _heare_ Q2 Q3.

[dae133] _Humprey_] Q1. _Humphrey_ Q2. _Humfrey_ Q3.

[dae145] _out liue_] Q1 Q2. _out-liue_ Q2.

[dae149] _die?_] Q1 Q3. _die:_ Q2.

[dae154] _Protector_] Q1. _protector?_ Q2. _Protector,_ Q3.

[dae170] _Exet_] Q1. exeunt Q2. Exit Q3.

[daf001] _ended, thus,_] Q1. _ended, thus_ Q2. _ended thus,_ Q3.

[daf011]–daf027: _The second...third_] See note (III).

[daf027] _Now sir. In the time_] Q1 Q2. _Now sir, in time_ Q3.

[daf028] _Bullingbrooke_] Q1 Q3. _Bullenbroke_ Q2.

[daf031] _both you_] Q1 Q2. _you both_ Q2.

[daf036] _Owin Glendor_] Q1. _Owen Glendor_ Q2. _Owen Glendour_ Q3.

[daf040] _sucseed_] Q1. _succeed_ Q2 Q3.

[daf042] _plaine_] Q1 Q2. om. Q3. _plaine,_] Q1. _plaine?_ Q2.
_plain,_ Q3.

[daf056] _gard_] Q1. _guard_ Q2 Q3. ¶ _will I_] Q1 Q3. _I wil_ Q2.

[daf059] _Lord_] Q1 Q3. _lords_ Q2.

[daf061] _why my_] Q1. _why, my_ Q2 Q3.

[daf065] Exet] Q1. exeunt Q2. Exit Q3.

[dag001] _foorth_] Q1. _forth_ Q2 Q3.

[dag002] _here_] Q1. _heare_ Q2 Q3.

[dag003] _States_] Q1 Q2. _State_ Q3.

[dag004] _crimes_] Q1 Q2. _crime_ Q3.

[dag008] _erreuocable_] Q1. _irreuocable_ Q2 Q3. ¶ Exet] Q1. exeunt
Q2. Exit Q3.

[dag013] _Least_] Q1 Q3. _Lest_ Q2.

[dag015] _awhile_] Q1 Q2. _a while_ Q3.

[dag020] _hart_] Q1 Q3. _heart_ Q2.

[dag024] _I_] Q1 Q3. _yea_ Q2.

[dag025] _My staffe......thine_] Q1 Q3. Omitted in Q2.

[dag026] _erst_] Q1 Q2. _ere_] Q3.

[dag033] _weart_] Q1. _wert_ Q2 Q3. ¶ _my_] Q1 Q2. _this my_ Q3.

[dag041] _Hornor_] Q1. _Horner_ Q2 Q3. ¶ dag041, dag042:
_Here...inough_] As in Q1 Q2. Prose in Q3.

[dag043] _heres_] Q1 Q2. _here’s_ Q3.

[dag044] _Heres_] Q1 Q2. _here’s_ Q3.

[dag048] _affeard_] Q1 Q2. _affraid_ Q3.

[dag049], dag050: _heres_] Q1 Q2. _here’s_ Q3.

[dag055] _all the_] Q1 Q3. _all my_ Q2.

[dag057] _learnt_] Q1. _learnd_ Q2. _learn’d_ Q3.

[dag059] _whats_] Q1 Q2. _what’s_ Q3.

[dag064] _Heres_] Q1. _Here_ Q2. _Here’s_ Q3.

[dag066] _my mans_] Q1 Q3. _mans_ Q2.

[dag069] _hees_] Q1 Q2. _hee’s_ Q3. ¶ Alarmes, and] Q1. Alarme: and
Q2. Alarmes, Q3.

[dag078] Exet omnis.] Q3. exeunt omnes. Q2. Exit omnes. Q3.

[dah001] _whats_] Q1. _what’s_ Q2 Q3.

[dah017] _doest_] Q1 Q2. _dost_ Q3.

[dah027] _Then_] Q1 Q2. _The_ Q3.

[dah033] _liue._] Q1. _liue?_ Q2 Q3.

[dah039] _rascald_] Q1 Q3. _rascall_ Q2.

[dah045] _ouer_] Q1 Q2. _ore_ Q3.

[dah051] _can_] Q1 Q2. _canst_ Q3.

[dah053] _saint_] Q1 Q2. _S._ Q3.

[dah055] _This is sodeine._] Q1 Q2. _This is--_ Q3.

[dah060] _Standly_] Q1 Q2. _Stanly_ Q3.

[dah063] _I my_] Q1 Q3. _Yea my_ Q2.

[dah065] _neare_] Q1. _nere_ Q2 Q3.

[dah070] _What gone_] Q1 Q3. _What? gone_ Q2. ¶ _me not_] Q1. _not
me_ Q2 Q3. ¶ _farwell?_] Q1. _farewell?_ Q2. _farewel_ Q3.

[dah076] _lets_] Q1 Q2. _let’s_ Q3. ¶ _hereby_] Q1. _here by_ Q2.
_heereby_ Q3.

[dah081] _shoulst_] Q1. _shouldst_ Q2 Q3. ¶ Exet] Q1. exeunt Q2.
Exit Q3.

[dai001] Parlament] Q1 Q2. Parliament Q3. ¶ and the Duke] Q1 Q2.
the Duke Q3. ¶ the Queene] Q1 Q3. Queene Q2.

[dai002] _see,_] Q1 Q2. _see?_ Q3.

[dai004] _that_] Q1 Q2. _the_ Q3.

[dai008] _And_] Q1 Q2. _Yet_ Q3.

[dai009] _how_] Q1 Q3. om. Q2.

[dai011] _And...grace_] Q1 Q2. Omitted in Q3.

[dai012] _their_] Q1 Q3. _a_ Q2.

[dai017] _call it_] Q1 Q2. _call’t_ Q3.

[dai019] _Alligations_] Q1. _allegations_ Q2 Q3.

[dai030] _Territores_] Q1. _Territories_ Q2 Q3.

[dai042] _am I_] Q1 Q2. _I am_ Q3.

[dai045] _By_] Q1 Q2. _Through_ Q3.

[dai046] _so,_] Q1 Q2. _so?_ Q3.

[dai047] _helpe me_] Q1. _help me_ Q2. _me helpe_ Q3.

[dai056] _offendors_] Q1 Q2. _offenders_ Q3.

[dai060] _felonous_] Q1. _felonious_ Q2 Q3.

[dai061] _silly_] Q1 Q3. _seely_ Q2.

[dai062] _tortord_] Q1. _torturd_ Q2 Q3.

[dai077] _harts_] Q1. _hearts_ Q2 Q3.

[dai085] _inough_] Q1. _inow_ Q2. _enough_ Q3.

[dai087] _well_] Q1 Q2. om. Q3.

[dai090] _ignomious_] Q1. _ignominious_ Q2 Q3.

[dai091] _sobornde_] Q1. _subornd_ Q2. _suborn’d_ Q3. ¶ _life._] Q1
Q3. _life?_ Q2.

[dai092] _I but_] Q1. _Yea but_ Q2. _But_ Q3.

[dai094] _Beshrow_] Q1. _Beshrew_ Q2 Q3.

[dai108] _I_] Q1 Q3. _Yea_ Q2.

[dai110] _Traitor._] Q1 Q3. _traitor?_ Q2.

[dai124], dai125: _No...more_] Given to ‘Yorke’ in Q3.

[dai125] _Least_] Q1 Q3. _Lest_ Q2.

[dai133] _Lords_] Q1 Q3. _lord_ Q2.

[dai134] _Kernes that vncontrold,_] Q1 Q2. _Kernes, that vncontrolde_
Q3.

[dai135] _Doth_] Q1 Q3. _Do_ Q2. ¶ After this line, Q2 and Q3
insert line 139.

[dai137] _very_] Q1 Q2. om. Q3.

[dai139] _burnes and spoiles_] Q1 Q3. _burne and spoile_ Q2. See
note to line 135.

[dai143] _Pollices_] Q1. _Pollicies_ Q2 Q3.

[dai144], dai146: _I_] Q1 Q3. _Yea_ Q2.

[dai145] _France_] Q1 Q3. om. Q2.

[dai147] _What worse then nought._] Q1 Q2. _What, worse then naught?_
Q3.

[dai155] _fortune against_] Q1. _fortune gainst_ Q2. _fortunes
’gainst_ Q3.

[dai156] _shalt. My_] Q1 Q3. _shalt, my_ Q2.

[dai159] _leauie_] Q1. _leuie_ Q2 Q3.

[dai162] _I wil_] Q1. _I will_ Q2. _I’le_ Q3.

[dai167] _Twere_] Q1 Q2. _T’were_ Q3.

[dai168] Exet...] Q1. exeunt omnes, manet Yorke. Q2. Exit omnes,
Manet Yorke. Q3.

[dai171] _Least_] Q1 Q3. _Lest_ Q2. ¶ _it not_] Q1 Q3. _not it_
Q2.

[dai172] _Twas_] Q1 Q2. _T’was_ Q3.

[dai176] _Iohn Mortemer,_] Q1. _Sir John Mortimer,_ Q2. _John
Mortimer,_ (_For he is like him euery kinde of way_) Q3.

[daj002] _I_] Q1 Q3. _Yea_ Q2. ¶ _hees_] Q1. _he is_ Q2. _hee’s_
Q3.

[daj006] _hansome_] Q1 Q2. _handsome_ Q3.

[daj008] Exet murtherers.] Q1. exeunt murderers. Q2. Exit murtherers.
Q3. ¶ Then enter...] Q1 Q2. Enter... Q3.

[daj012] _against_] Q1 Q2. _’gainst_ Q3. ¶ _Gloster_] Q1 Q2. om.
Q3.

[daj017] _Lord Gloster is_] Q1. _Lord, Gloster is_ Q2. _Lord of
Glosters_ Q3. ¶ sound.] Q1 Q3. swoone. Q2.

[daj024] _heart:_] Q1. _heart?_ Q2 Q3.

[daj025] _messenger out_] Q1 Q3. _messenger, out_ Q2.

[daj026] _thine_] Q1 Q3. _thy_ Q2.

[daj027] _Basaliske_] Q1 Q2. _Basiliske_ Q3.

[daj028] _silly_] Q1. _seely_ Q2. om. Q3.

[daj032] _you had_] Q1 Q2. _y’had_ Q3.

[daj035] _doest_] Q1. _dost_ Q2 Q3.

[daj036] _leoper_] Q1. _leaper_ Q2 Q3.

[daj037] _nigh_] Q1 Q3. _nie_ Q2. ¶ _sea,_] Q1 Q3. _sea?_ Q2.

[daj038] _bounds,_] Q1 Q2. _bounds?_ Q3.

[daj041] _angrie_] Q1. _angry_ Q2. _hungry_ Q3.

[daj043] _Duke_] Q1 Q3. om. Q2.

[daj055] _thrise_] Q1. om. Q2. _thrice_ Q3.

[daj056] _toong_] Q1. _tongue_ Q2 Q3 (and passim).

[daj060] _his_] Q1 Q3. _the_ Q2.

[daj062] _proportioned_] Q1 Q2. proportion’d Q3.

[daj065] _chuse_] Q1 Q2. _choose_ Q3.

[daj068] _I_] Q1 Q3. _Yea_ Q2. ¶ _twas_] Q1 Q2. _tis_ Q3.

[daj070] _you_ Q1 Q2. _ye_ Q3.

[daj071] _hefer_] Q1. _heifer_ Q2. _heyfer_ Q3.

[daj072] _hard-by_] Q1. _hard by_ Q2 Q3.

[daj078] _your talants_] Q1 Q2. _his talents_ Q3.

[daj081] _But heres_] Q1 Q2. _Yet here’s_ Q3. ¶ _case_] Q1. _ease_
Q2 Q3.

[daj082] _rankorous_] Q1. _rancarous_ Q2. _rancorous_ Q3.

[daj089] _hundreth_] Q1 Q2. _hundred_ Q3.

[daj090] _be_] Q1 Q3. _be ye_ Q2.

[daj096] _vntutred_] Q1 Q3. _vntutor’d_ Q3.

[daj100] _deaths man_] Q1 Q2. _deaths-man_ Q3.

[daj105] _meants_] Q1. _meantst_ Q2 Q3.

[daj108] _thy soule_] Q1 Q2. _thee downe_ Q3.

[daj115] _soueraigne i_] Q1. _soueraigne,_ Q2 Q3. ¶ Salbury.] Q1.
Salisbury. Q2. Salisburie. Q3.

[daj116] Salb.] Q1. Salsb. Q2. Salisb. Q3.

[daj117] _The_] Q1. _That_ Q2 Q3.

[daj123] _foorth_] Q1. _forth_ Q2 Q3.

[daj132] _all for_] Q1 Q3. _for all_ Q2. ¶ _louing_] Q1 Q2.
_kinde_ Q3.

[daj133] _I not_] Q1 Q3. _not I_ Q2.

[daj140] _erreuocable_] Q1. _irreuocable_ Q2 Q3.

[daj141] _good_] Q1 Q3. om. Q2.

[daj144] _Theres_] Q1 Q2. _There’s_ Q3.

[daj151] _leaue fast_] Q1. _leane facde_ Q2. _leane fac’d_ Q3.

[daj156] _breake,_] Q1 Q3. _breake_ Q2.

[daj159] _sypris_] Q1 Q2. _cypresse_ Q3.

[daj162] _scrike-oules_] Q1. _scrike-owles_ Q2. _scritch-owles_ Q3.

[daj164] _torments_] Q1 Q3. _tormentst_ Q2.

[daj165] _sease_] Q1. _cease_ Q2 Q3.

[daj173] _shall_] Q1 Q2. _shalt_ Q3.

[daj175] _venture_] Q1 Q2. _venter_ Q3.

[daj188] _sometime_] Q1 Q2 _sometimes_ Q3.

[daj192] _pompe,_] Q1 Q3. _pomp!_ Q2.

[daj198], daj199: _What...lap?_] As in Q1 Q2. One line in Q3.

[daj200] _could I, could I, breath_] Q1 Q2 (_breeath_ Q2). _could I
breathe_ Q3.

[daj203] _thy sight_] Q1 Q2. _my sight_ Q3.

[dak004] _saue_] Q1 Q3. _haue_ Q2.

[dak008] _strong_] Q1 Q2. om. Q3.

[dak010] _coame_] Q1 Q3. _combe_ Q2.

[dak011] _hees_] Q1 Q2. _hee’s_ Q3.

[dak021] _be_] Q1 Q2. om. Q3. ¶ Exet] Q1. exeunt Q2. Exit Q3.

[dal001] Whickmore] Q1 Q3. Whickemore Q2.

[dal005], dal007, dal012, dal015, dal016, dal039, dal062: _Water_] Q1
Q3. _Walter_ Q2.

[dal006] _ransomes_] Q1 Q2. _ransome_ Q3.

[dal008] _Water_] Q1 Q3. _Walter_ Q2. ¶ _doest_] Q1. _doest thou_
Q3. _dost_ Q3.

[dal016], dal020: Water] Q1. Walter Q2 Q3. ¶ dal016: _als one_] Q1.
_all’s on_ Q2. _al’s one_ Q3.

[dal019] _shalbe_] Q1. _shall be_ Q2 Q3.

[dal024] _hundreth_] Q1 Q2. _hundred_ Q3.

[dal026] Water] Q1 Q3. Walter Q2. ¶ dal026, dal027: _Come...haue_]
As in Q1 Q2. One line in Q3.

[dal029], dal042, dal043, dal044: _Poull_] Q1. _Poole_ Q2. _Pole_ Q3.

[dal030] _rags._] Q1 Q3. _rags?_ Q2.

[dal031], dal033, dal054: _I_] Q1 Q3. _Yea_ Q2.

[dal046], dal047: _Those...Queene_] As in Q1 Q3. One line in Q2.

[dal050] _Pinnais_] Q1 Q2. _Pinnis_ Q3.

[dal052] _Masadonian_] Q1. _Macedonian_ Q2 Q3.

[dal056] _Margret_] Q1. _Margaret_ Q2 Q3.

[dal057] _thy_] Q1 Q3. _thine_ Q2.

[dal062] _hed_] Q1. _head_ Q2 Q3.

[dal069] Water] Q1 Q3. Walter Q2. ¶ _speake,_] Q1. _speake?_ Q2
Q3.

[dal071] _bandeto_] Q1. _bande to_ Q2. _bandetto_ Q3.

[dal073] _bastard-hand_] Q1 Q2. _bastard hand_ Q3.

[dal074] Water] Q1 Q3. Walter Q2.

[dal078] Exet] Q1. exeunt Q2. Exit Q3.

[dam005] _whats_] Q1 Q2. _what’s_ Q3.

[dam007] _on it_] Q1 Q2. _on’t_ Q3.

[dam008] _I_] Q1 Q3. _Yea_ Q2.

[dam009] _gentle men_] Q1. _gentlemē_ Q2. _Gentlemen_ Q3.

[dam012] _more_] Q1 Q2. _else_ Q3.

[dam013] _theres_] Q1 Q2. _there’s_ Q3.

[dam017] _here abouts_] Q1 Q2. _hereabouts_ Q3. ¶ _all be_] Q1. _al
be_ Q2. _be al_ Q3.

[dam019] _here_] Q1. _heare_ Q2 Q3.

[dam024] _Mortemer_] Q1. _Mortimer_ Q2 Q3 (and passim).

[dam025] Nicke] Q1 Q2. Dicke Q3.

[dam026] _Brases_] Q1 Q2. _Lacies_ Q3.

[dam027] Will.] Q1. Wil. Q2. Nicke. Q3.

[dam030] _honourably_] Q1 Q3. _honourable_ Q2.

[dam031] _I for_] Q1. _Yea, for_ Q2. _I_ Q3.

[dam032] _for his_] Q1 Q2. _because his_ Q3.

[dam034] _Thats_] Q1 Q2. _That’s_ Q3.

[dam042] _shall be_] Q1. _shalbe_ Q2 Q3.

[dam043] _and if_] Q1 Q2. _if_ Q3. ¶ _be king_] Q1 Q3. _be the
king_ Q2.

[dam046] _weele_] Q1. _weel_ Q2. _wee’ll_ Q3.

[dam047] _shalbe_] Q1. _shall be_ Q2 Q3. ¶ _comes_] Q1 Q2. _come_
Q3.

[dam051] _I_] Q1 Q3. _Yea_ Q2.

[dam054] _Whose_] Q1 Q2. _Who’s_ Q3.

[dam058] _Sonnes_] Q1. _Sounes_ Q2. _Zounds_ Q3. ¶ _hees_] Q1 Q2.
_he’s_ Q3.

[dam059] _whats_] Q1 Q2. _what’s_ Q3.

[dam060] _you_] Q1 Q2. _ye_ Q3.

[dam061] _I can tell you_] Q1 Q2 (_tel_ Q2). _I tell ye_ Q3.

[dam062] _oth_] Q1. _o’th_ Q2. _ore the_ Q3.

[dam063]–dam065: _And...Tally?_] As in Q1 Q2. Prose in Q3. ¶ dam063:
_And what_] Q1 Q2. _What_ Q3. ¶ _you_] Q1 Q2. _ye_ Q3.

[dam066] _true_] Q1 Q2. _truly_ Q3.

[dam068] _hes_] Q1. _he has_ Q2 Q3. ¶ _penny-inckhorne_] Q1. _penny
inckhorne_ Q2. _pen and inkehorne_ Q3.

[dam071] _mean_] Q1 Q3. _mē_ Q2.

[dam072], dam073: _hees_] Q1 Q2. _he’s_ Q3.

[dam078], dam088, dam095: _I_] Q1 Q3. _Yea_ Q2. ¶ He...Dicke
Butcher] Q1 Q2. He...him Q3 (after line 79).

[dam080] Now...drumme] Q1 Q2. As part of Cade’s speech in Q3.

[dam085] _but_] Q1 Q2. om. Q3.

[dam086] _and_] Q1 Q3. om. Q2.

[dam092] _thats_] Q1 Q2. _that’s_ Q3.

[dam094] _Thats_] Q1 Q2. _That’s_ Q3.

[dam098] _that_] Q1 Q3. om. Q2

[dam100] _twas_] Q1 Q2. _was_ Q3.

[dam102] _testifie_] Q1 Q2. _testifye it_ Q3.

[dam106] _liues_] Q1. _liues:_ Q2 Q3.

[dam107] _simplicitie._ Q1. _simplicitie!_ Q2. _simplicity._ Q3.

[dam108] _weele_] Q1 Q2. _wee’ll_ Q3.

[dam111] _maimde_] Q1. _maimd_ Q2. _maim’d_ Q3.

[dam112] _crouch_] Q1 Q2. _crutch_ Q3. ¶ _my_] Q1 Q3. _the_ Q2.

[dam120] _will_] Q1. _wll_ Q2. _wil_ Q3.

[dam128] _saint_] Q1 Q2. _S._ Q3. ¶ Exet] Q1. exeunt Q2. Exit Q3.

[dan001] the battaile] Q1 battaile Q2. the battell Q3. ¶ and sir]
Q1 Q2. where sir Q3. ¶ is slaine] Q1 Q2. are both slaine Q3. ¶
enter] Q1. om. Q2. enters Q3. ¶ dan001: _valianly_] Q1. _valiantly_
Q2 Q3.

[dan004] _Thou_] Q1 Q2. _and thou_ Q3.

[dan005], dan006: _for to morrow_] Q1 Q2. _and to morrow_ Q3.

[dan006] Exet] Q1. exeunt Q2. Exit Q3.

[dao005] Reade] Q1 Q2. om. Q3. ¶ _one_] Q1. _once_ Q2 Q3.

[dao007] _I_] Q1 Q3. _Yea_ Q2.

[dao009] _death,_] Q1 Q2. _death?_ Q3.

[dao011], dao012: _Oh...Southwarke_] As in Q1 Q2. One line in Q3.

[dao026] Exet omnes] Q1. exeunt omes Q2. Exit omnes Q3.

[dap001] Lord Skayles] Q1. Lord Scayles Q2. Sord Skayles Q3. ¶ Enter
three...] Q1 Q2. Omitted in Q3.

[dap011] _I will_] Q1 Q2. _will I_ Q3.

[dap013] Exet] Q1. exeunt Q2. Exit Q3.

[daq005] _hence forward_] Q1. _henceforth_ Q2. _henceforward_ Q3.

[daq006] _any otherwise_] Q1 Q3. _otherwise_ Q2.

[daq009] _Sounes_] Q1. _Zounes_ Q2. _Zounds_ Q3.

[daq010] _Lords_] Q1 Q2. _Lord_ Q3. ¶ _theirs_] Q1. _theres_ Q2.
_Ther’s_ Q3. ¶ daq010, daq011: _theirs...Smythfield_] As in Q1 Q2.
As one line in Q3.

[daq012], daq015: _lets_] Q1 Q2. _let’s_ Q3.

[daq013] _a fire_] Q1 Q3. _on fire_ Q2.

[daq015] Exet] Q1. exeunt Q2. Exit Q3.

[dar001] _some_] Q1 Q2. om. Q3.

[dar002] _the Court_] Q1 Q2. _Court_ Q3.

[dar009] _all things_] Q1 Q3. _al thing_ Q2. ¶ _shall be_] Q1 Q3.
_shalbe_ Q2.

[dar012] _should parchment_] Q1 Q2. _parchment should_ Q3.

[dar019]–dar021: _Marry...smocke_] As in Q1 Q2. As prose in Q3.

[dar020] _go with me, and_] Q1 Q2. Omitted in Q3.

[dar024]–dar027: _Come...France?_] As in Q1 Q2. As prose in Q3.

[dar031] _kepst_] Q1. _keepst_ Q2. _keep’st_ Q3.

[dar033] _abhominable_] Q1 Q3. _abominable_ Q2.

[dar034] _that_] Q1 Q2. _this_ Q3. ¶ _peace_] Q1 Q2. _the peace_
Q3.

[dar037], dar038: _Thou...not?_] See note (IV). ¶ _foot-cloth_] Q1
Q3. _foothcloth_ Q2.

[dar045] _bona, terra_] Q1. _terra bona_ Q2. _Bona terra_ Q3.

[dar046] _sounds_] Q1 Q2. _zounds_ Q3. ¶ _whats_] Q1 Q2. _what’s_
Q3.

[dar049] _outtalian_] Q1 Q2. _Outalian_ Q3.

[dar053] _I lost not_] Q1 Q2. _nor lost I_ Q3.

[dar056]–dar058: _Nay...thee_] As in Q1 Q2. As three lines in Q3,
ending _say...away...thee._ ¶ dar056: _thy head, as who_] Q1 Q2. _thy
head at vs, as who wouldst_ Q3.

[dar057] _the_] Q1. _thee_ Q2 Q3.

[dar058] _chop of_] Q1 Q2. _choppe off_ Q3.

[dar066] _capitie_] Q1. _capite_ Q2 Q3.

[dar070] _squench_] Q1 Q2. _quench_ Q3.

[dar076] _and and_] Q1. _and_ Q2 Q3.

[dar078] _Sargiant youle,_] Q1. _sergeant, youle_ Q2. _Sergeant,
you’l_ Q3.

[dar080] _hees_] _he is_ Q3.

[dar081] _of his_] Q1 Q2. _on’s_ Q3.

[dar082] _cut_] Q1 Q2. _and cut_ Q3.

[dar084] _Braue_] Q1 Q2 Q3. _Brain_ Knight. _Brane_ Halliwell.

[dar088] _this_] Q1 Q2. _these_ Q3. ¶ _rebellions_] Q1 Q3.
_rebellion_ Q2.

[dar101] _vnder_] Q1 Q3. _unto_ Q2.

[dar102] _straightwaies_] _straightway_ Q3.

[dar106] _a word_] Q1 Q2. om. Q3.

[dar114] _way,_] _way?_ Q3.

[dar115] _want_] Q1. _wants_ Q2 Q3.

[dar117] and flies] Q1 Q2. and then flies Q3.

[dar121] _away_] Q1 Q3. _way_ Q2. ¶ Exet omnes] Omitted in Q2. Exit
om. Q3.

[das001] _here_] _heare_ Q2 Q3.

[das004] _must it_] Q1 Q3. _it must_ Q2.

[das005] _be it_] Q1 Q2. _be_ Q3.

[das012] _there_] _their_ Q2 Q3.

[das016] _by that_] Q1 Q2. _by these_ Q3.

[das024] _prosessions_] Q1. _processions_ Q2 Q3.

[das026] Exet] Q1. exeunt Q2. Exit Q3.

[dat001] _life,_] Q1 Q3. _life!_ Q2.

[dat006] _Sounes_] Q1 Q2. _Zounds_ Q3. ¶ _heres_] _heere’s_ Q3.

[dat008] _Astridge_] Q1. _estridge_ Q2 Q3.

[dat012] _my ground_] Q1 Q3. _the ground_ Q2.

[dat014] _too,_] Q1 Q3. _too?_ Q2.

[dat016] _and I do_] Q1 Q2. _if do_ Q3. _if I do_ Steevens.

[dat018]–dat022: _Nay...aside_] As seven lines of verse in Q3, ending
_stands,...Kent,...man...thine...hand...weapons...aside._ ¶ dat018:
_neuer shall_] Q1 Q2. _shall neuer_ Q3. ¶ _doth stand_] Q1 Q2.
_stands_ Q3.

[dat021] _thee_] Q1 Q2. _with thee_ Q3.

[dat022] _weopons_] Q1. _weapons_ Q2 Q3.

[dat023] _doest not hew_] Q1. _hewst not_ Q2. _dost not hew_ Q3.

[dat024] _I beseech God thou maist_] Q1 Q2. _I would thou mightst_
Q3.

[dat025] _hand_] _hands_ Steevens. ¶ _turnd to_] Q1. _turnd into_ Q2.
_turn’d to_ Q3.

[dat032] _it_] Q1 Q2. _this_ Q3.

[dat033] _slaine._] Q1 Q2. _slaine?_ Q3. ¶ _ile_] Q1 Q3. _I_ Q2.
¶ dat033–dat036: _Oh sword...beare it._] As five lines of verse in Q3,
ending _chamber...age,...me....sword...King._

[dat035], dat036: _his head_] Q1 Q2 (Devonshire and Malone 36) Q3.
_head_ Q2 (Malone 867).

[dat036] _it_] Q1. _it with me._ Q2. _it to the King._ Q3. See note
(V).

[dau005] _here_] Q1. _here?_ Q2. _heere,_ Q3.

[dau008] _comes_] Q1 Q3. _comest_ Q2.

[dau014] _is._] Q1. _is!_ Q2 Q3.

[dau018] _And not_] Q1 Q3. _And_ Q2.

[dau025] _but so_] Q1 Q2. _then so_ Q3.

[dau026] _granst_] Q1 Q3. _grants_ Q2.

[dau032] Exet] Q1. exeunt Q2. Exit Q3.

[dau044] _Henry_] Q1 Q2. _king Henry_ Q3.

[dau057] _whats_] _what’s_ Q3.

[dau060] _sir_] om. Q3.

[dau062] _to maintaine_] Q1 Q3. _for to maintaine_ Q2.

[dau065] _waight_] Q1. _waite_ Q2 Q3.

[dau067] _to my_] Q1 Q3. _vnto my_ Q2. _to the_ Halliwell.

[dau072] _Whose that,_] Q1. _Who’s that?_ Q2. _Who’s that,_ Q3.

[dau086] Yorke.] King. Q3.

[dau087] _dispight_] Q1. _spight_ Q2. _despight_ Q3.

[dav007] _I, a_] Q1 Q3. _Yea, a_ Q2.

[dav008] _leauy_] Q1 Q2. _leuie_ Q3.

[dav009] _doth_] Q1 Q3. _do_ Q2.

[dav011] _baile_] Q1 Q3. _suertie_ Q2.

[dav018] Earles] Q1 Q3. Earle Q2. ¶ other] other doore Q3.

[dav032] _affright the_] _affright thee_ Q2 Q3.

[dav036] _renowmed_] Q1. _renowned_ Q2 Q3.

[dav037] _compleases_] Q1. _complises_ Q2. _complices_ Q3.

[dav041] Exet] Q1. exeunt Q2. Exit Q3.

[daw001] and Richard kils] Q1 Q3. Richard kills Q2. ¶ _saint_] _S._
Q3. ¶ daw001: _breathe thy last_] Q1 Q2. _tumble in thy blood_ Q3.

[daw002] _whats_] _what’s_ Q3.

[daw007] _saint_] Q1. _S._ Q2 Q3.

[daw008] enter] Q1 Q3. then enter Q2.

[daw029] _fights_] Q1 Q3. _fightst_ Q2.

[daw040] _sinowes_] Q1. _sinewes_ Q2 Q3.

[daw044] _may I_] Q1 Q2. _I may_ Q3.

[daw045] _O! dismall sight,_] Q1. _O dismall sight!_ Q2. _Oh dismall
sight,_ Q3.

[daw056] _heres_] _heer’s_ Q3.

[daw057] with him,] him, Steevens.

[daw058] _crooktbacke_] Q1. _croorktback_ Q2. _crook’d-backe_ Q3.

[daw061] _yet_] Q1 Q3. om. Q2.

[daw064] _lets_] _let’s_ Q3.

[daw066] _sommon_] Q1. _summon_ Q2. _summon up_ Q3. ¶ daw066,
daw090: _Parlament_] _Parliament_ Q3.

[daw067] Exet] Q1. exeunt Q2. Exit Q3. ¶ and Richard.] Q1 Q2.
Edward, and Richard. Q3.

[daw081] _sprited_] Q1 Q2. _spirited_ Q3.

[daw090] _here_] _heare_ Q2. _heere_ Q3.

[daw093] _twas_] _t’ was_ Q3.

[daw095] _eternest_] Q1. _eternizd_ Q2. _eterniz’d_ Q3.

[daw097] Exet] Q1. exeunt Q2. Exit Q3.





NOTES TO THE FIRST PART OF THE CONTENTION, &c.


NOTE I.

I. 66. The Quarto of 1594 has ‘Exet’ throughout this play, which is
corrected in the edition of 1619 to ‘Exit,’ and in that of 1600 to
‘Exit’ or ‘exeunt.’ We have only recorded the corrections of ‘Exet’ to
‘Exeunt.’


NOTE II.

II. 45–47. Instead of these lines the Quarto of 1619 has:

 ‘As long as Gloster beares this base and humble minde:
  Were I a man, and Protector as he is,
  I’de reach to ’th Crowne, or make some hop headlesse.
  And being but a woman, ile not behinde
  For playing of my part, in spite of all that seek to crosse me thus:
  Who is within there?’


NOTE III.

VI. 11–27. In the edition of 1619 this passage is so much altered
that it is necessary to give it at full:

 ‘The second was _William_ of _Hatfield_,
  Who dyed young.
  The third was _Lyonell_, Duke of _Clarence_.
  The fourth was _Iohn of Gaunt_,
  The Duke of _Lancaster_.
  The fift was _Edmund of Langley_,
  Duke of Yorke.
  The sixt was _William of Windsore_,
  Who dyed young.
  The seauenth and last was Sir _Thomas of Woodstocke_, Duke of _Yorke_.

 Now _Edward_ the blacke Prince dyed before his Father, leauing behinde
 him two sonnes, _Edward_ borne at _Angolesme_, who died young, and
 _Richard_ that was after crowned King, by the name of _Richard_ the
 second, who dyed without an heyre.

 Lyonell Duke of Clarence dyed, and left him one only daughter, named
 _Phillip_, who was married to Edmund Mortimer earle of March and
 Vlster: and so by her I claime the Crowne, as the true heire to
 Lyonell Duke of Clarence, third sonne to Edward the third.’


NOTE IV.

XVIII. 37, 38. On the line ‘Thou ridest on a foot-cloth doest thou
not?’ Mr Halliwell remarks, ‘This passage, though completely necessary
for the sense, is entirely omitted in the edition of 1619 and by Mr
Knight.’ It is indeed omitted by Mr Knight, who follows Steevens, but
it is found in Capell’s copy of the edition of 1619, ‘Thou ridest on a
foot-cloth, dost thou not?’ We take this opportunity of remarking that,
in all cases where the readings given by us from the edition of 1619
differ from those quoted by Mr Halliwell, we have given them as they
stand in Capell’s copy. Mr Halliwell appears to quote from Mr Knight’s
reprint. Instances of these variations occur in Scene III. line 6,
where Steevens and Mr Knight print ‘They’ for ‘That,’ the reading of
all the Quartos: in Scene IV. line 41, where they have ‘treason’
for ‘treasons:’ in Scene VII. line 3, where they have ‘against’ for
‘gainst.’ In Scene X. line 76, Mr Halliwell says the edition of 1619
reads ‘with the vnbloody beake’: in Capell’s copy it is ‘With vnbloody
beake.’ In XX. 16 he quotes ‘Yet if I do not’ as the reading of the
edition of 1619 where Capell’s copy has ‘Yet if do not,’ the former
being the reading of Steevens’s reprint. In XX. 28 ‘hand’ is the
reading of all the Quartos, while Steevens has ‘hands.’ It is possible
that these variations may be found in other copies of the ed. of 1619.


NOTE V.

XX. 36. In the edition of 1594 the words which follow ‘beare it’ have
dropped out.




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

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.


SCENE I.

                              _Warwike._
 I wonder how the king escapt our hands.   [eaa001]

 _Yorke._ Whilst we pursude the horsemen of the North,
 He slilie stole awaie and left his men:
 Whereat the great Lord of Northumland,
 Whose warlike eares could neuer brooke retrait,   ·eaa005·
 Chargde our maine battels front, and therewith him   [eaa006]
 Lord _Stafford_ and Lord _Clifford_ all abrest
 Brake in and were by the hands of common Souldiers (slain.   [eaa008]

 _Edw._ Lord _Staffords_ father Duke of _Buckhingham_,
 Is either slaine or wounded dangerouslie,   [eaa010]
 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.   [eaa014]

 _Rich._ Speake thou for me and tell them what I did.   ·eaa015·

 _York._ What is your grace dead my L. of _Summerset_?   [eaa016]

 _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,
 Before I see thee seated in that throne   ·eaa020·
 Which now the house of _Lancaster_ vsurpes,
 I vow by heauens these eies shal neuer close.   [eaa022]
 This is the pallace of that fearefull king,
 And that the regall chaire? Possesse it Yorke:   [eaa024]
 For this is thine and not king _Henries_ heires.   ·eaa025·

 _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,
 and souldiers staie you heere and lodge this night:   ·eaa030·

 _War._ And when the king comes offer him no
 Violence, vnlesse he seek to put vs out by force.   [eaa032]

 _Rich._ Armde as we be, lets staie within this house?   [eaa033]

 _War._ The bloudie parlement shall this be calde,
 Vnlesse _Plantagenet_ Duke of Yorke be king   ·eaa035·
 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.

 _War._ Neither the king, nor him that loues him best,   ·eaa040·
 The proudest burd that holds vp _Lancaster_.   [eaa041]
 Dares stirre a wing if _Warwike_ shake his bels.   [eaa042]
 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.

 _King._ Looke Lordings where the sturdy rebel sits,   ·eaa045·
 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.
 And thine _Clifford_: and you both haue vow’d reuenge,   ·eaa050·
 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.   [eaa054]
 My hart for anger breakes, I cannot speake.   ·eaa055·

 _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,
 Let vs assaile the familie of Yorke.   ·eaa060·

 _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?   [eaa063]

 _Exet._ But when the D. is slaine, theile quicklie flie.   [eaa064]

 _King._ Far be it from the thoughtes of _Henries_ hart,   ·eaa065·
 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,
 I am thy soueraigne.   ·eaa070·

 _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.   [eaa073]

 _Exet._ Thy father was a traytor to the crowne.

 _War._ _Exeter_ thou art a traitor to the crowne.   ·eaa075·
 In following this vsurping _Henry_.

 _Clif._ Whom should he follow but his naturall king.

 _War._ True _Clif._ and that is _Richard_ Duke of Yorke.   [eaa078]

 _King._ And shall I stande while thou sittest in my   [eaa079]
               throne?   ·eaa080·

 _York._ Content thy selfe it must and shall be so.

 _War._ Be Duke of _Lancaster_, let him be king.   [eaa082]

 _West._ Why? he is both king & Duke of _Lancaster_,
 And that the Earle of _Westmerland_ shall mainetaine.

 _War._ And _Warwike_ shall disproue it. You forget   ·eaa085·
 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,   [eaa089]
 And by his soule thou and thy house shall rew it.   ·eaa090·

 _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,
 As shall reueng his death before I stirre.   ·eaa095·

 _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?
 Thy father was as thou art Duke of _Yorke_,   ·eaa100·
 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   [eaa103]
 Townes and prouinces.

 _War._ Talke not of _France_ since thou hast lost it all.   ·eaa105·

 _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,   [eaa108]
 Father teare the Crowne from the Vsurpers head.

 _Edw._ Do so sweet father, set it on your head.   ·eaa110·

 _Mont._ Good brother as thou lou’st & honorst armes,
 Lets fight it out and not stand cauilling thus.   [eaa112]

 _Rich._ Sound drums and trumpets & the king will fly.

 _York._ Peace sonnes:

 _Northum._ Peace thou and giue king Henry leauē to speake.   [eaa115]

 _King._ Ah _Plantagenet_, why seekest thou to depose (me?   [eaa116]
 Are we not both both _Plantagenets_ by birth,   [eaa117]
 And from two brothers lineallie discent?   [eaa118]
 Suppose by right and equitie thou be king,
 Thinkst thou that I will leaue my kinglie seate   ·eaa120·
 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
 Shall be my winding sheete, why faint you Lords?   ·eaa125·
 My titles better farre than his.   [eaa126]

 _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.   [eaa129]

 _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
 Resignde the Crowne to _Henrie_ the fourth,   [eaa135]
 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.   [eaa138]

 _War._ Suppose my Lord he did it vnconstrainde,
 Thinke you that were preiudiciall to the Crowne?   ·eaa140·

 _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.

 _King._ All will reuolt from me and turne to him.   ·eaa145·

 _Northum._ _Plantagenet_ for all the claime thou laist,   [eaa146]
 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   [eaa149]
 Southerne powers of _Essex_, _Suffolk_, _Norffolke_, and of   [eaa150]

 _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.
 Maie that ground gape and swallow me aliue,   ·eaa155·
 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?   [eaa159]

 _War._  Doe right vnto this princelie Duke of _Yorke_,   ·eaa160·
 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.   [eaa163]

 _King._ O _Warwike_, heare me speake.
 Let me but raigne in quiet whilst I liue.   [eaa165]

 _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.

 _Clif._ What wrong is this vnto the Prince your son?   ·eaa170·

 _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._   [eaa174]

 _Clif._ Nor I, Come cosen lets go tell the Queene.   [eaa175]

 _Northum._ Be thou a praie vnto the house of _Yorke_,
 And die in bands for this vnkingly deed.      _Exit._   [eaa177]

 _Clif._ In dreadfull warre maist thou be ouercome,
 Or liue in peace abandon’d and despisde.      _Exit._

 _Exet._ They seeke reuenge, and therefore will not yeeld my
               Lord.   [eaa180]

 _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.
 But be it as it maie: I heere intaile the Crowne   ·eaa185·
 To thee and to thine heires, conditionallie,
 That here thou take thine oath, to cease these ciuill   [eaa187]
 Broiles, and whilst I liue to honour me as thy king and Soueraigne.

 _York._ That oath I willinglie take and will performe.

 _War._ Long liue king _Henry_. _Plantagenet_ embrace him?   [eaa190]

 _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_,   [eaa194]
 To my castell.      _Exit Yorke_ and his sonnes.   [eaa195]

 _War._ And Ile keepe _London_ with my souldiers.      _Exit._

 _Norf._ And _I_le 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.

 _King._ And so will _I_.   ·eaa200·

 _Queene._ Naie staie, or else I follow thee.   [eaa201]

 _King._ Be patient gentle _Queene_, and then Ile staie.

 _Quee._ What patience can there? ah timerous man,   [eaa203]
 Thou hast vndoone thy selfe, thy sonne, and me,
 And giuen our rights vnto the house of _Yorke_.   [eaa205]
 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
 Protector of the land: Sterne _Fawconbridge_   ·eaa210·
 Commands the narrow seas. And thinkst thou then
 To sseepe secure? I heere diuorce me _Henry_   [eaa212]
 From thy bed, vntill that Act of Parlement
 Be recalde, wherein thou yeeldest to the house of _Yorke_.
 The Northen Lords that haue forsworne thy colours,   [eaa215]
 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.   [eaa218]

 _King._ Staie gentle _Margaret_, and here me speake.

 _Queene._ Thou hast spoke too much alreadie, therefore be
               still.   ·eaa220·

 _King._ Gentle sonne _Edwarde_, wilt thou staie with me?

 _Quee._ I, to be murdred by his enemies.      _Exit._   [eaa222]

 _Prin._ When I returne with victorie from the field,
 Ile see your Grace, till then Ile follow her.      _Exit._

 _King._ Poore _Queene_, her loue to me and to the prince Her
               sonne,   ·eaa225·
 Makes hir in furie thus forget hir selfe.   [eaa226]
 Reuenged maie shee be on that accursed Duke.
 Come cosen of _Exeter_, staie thou here,
 For _Clifford_ and those Northern Lords be gone
 I feare towards _Wakefield_, to disturbe the Duke.   ·eaa230·


SCENE II.

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?

 _Rich._ No father, but a sweete contention, about that   [eab005]
 which concernes your selfe and vs, The crowne of England
 father.

 _York._ The crowne boy, why _Henries_ yet aliue,   [eab008]
 And I haue sworne that he shall raigne in quiet till   [eab009]
 His death.   ·eab010·

 _Edw._ But I would breake an hundred othes to raigne   [eab011]
 one yeare.

 _Rich._ And if it please your grace to giue me leaue,
 Ile shew your grace the waie to saue your oath,
 And dispossesse king _Henrie_ from the crowne.   ·eab015·

 _Yorke_ I prethe _Dicke_ let me heare thy deuise.

 _Rich._ Then thus my Lord. An oath is of no moment   [eab017]
 Being not sworne before a lawfull magistrate.
 _Henry_ is none but doth vsurpe your right.
 And yet your grace stands bound to him by oath.   ·eab020·
 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.
 Edward, rhou shalt to _Edmund Brooke_ Lord _Cobham_,   [eab025]
 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.
 And _Richard_ thou to _London_ strait shalt post,   ·eab030·
 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.   [eab033]
 My selfe heere in _Sandall_ castell will prouide
 Both men and monie to furder our attempts.   ·eab035·
 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   [eab039]
 House of _Lancaster_, are marching towards _Wakefield_,   ·eab040·
 To besiedge you in your castell heere.

    Enter sir _Iohn_ and sir _Hugh Mortimer_.

 _Yorke_ A Gods name, let them come.  Cosen _Montague_   [eab042]
 post you hence: and boies staie you with me.

 Sir _Iohn_ and sir _Hugh Mortemers_ mine vncles,   [eab044]
 Your welcome to _Sandall_ in an happie houre,   [eab045]
 The armie of the Queene meanes to besiedge vs.

 Sir _Iohn_. Shee shall not neede my Lorde, weele meete her in the
               field.   [eab047]

 _York_ What with fiue thousand souldiers vncle?   [eab048]

 _Rich._ I father, with fiue hundred for a need,
 A womans generall, what should you feare?   [eab050]

 _York._ Indeed, manie braue battels haue I woon   [eab051]
 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.

 _Edw._ Lets martch awaie, I heare their drums.      _Exit._   [eab055]


SCENE III.

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,   [eac004]
 As for the brat of that accursed Duke   ·eac005·
 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.   [eac008]

 _Clif._ Soldiers awaie and drag him hence perforce:
 Awaie with the villaine.      _Exit_ the Chaplein.   [eac010]
 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,   [eac014]
 And so he turnes againe to rend his limmes in sunder,   ·eac015·
 Oh _Clifford_, kill me with thy sword, and
 Not with such a cruell threatning looke,
 I am too meane a subiect for thy wrath,   [eac018]
 Be thou reuengde on men, and let me liue.

 _Clif._ In vaine thou speakest poore boy: my fathers   ·eac020·
 Bloud hath stopt the passage where thy words shoulde enter.   [eac021]

 _Rut._ Then let my fathers blood ope it againe? he is a   [eac022]
 Man, and _Clifford_ cope with him.

 _Clif._  Had I thy brethren here, their liues and thine
 Were not reuenge sufficient for me.   ·eac025·
 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_,
 Is as a furie to torment my soule.   ·eac030·
 Therefore till _I_ root out that curssed line
 And leaue not one on earth, _I_le liue in hell therefore.

 _Rut._ Oh let me praie, before _I_ take my death.
 To thee _I_ praie: Sweet _Clifford_ pittie me.

 _Clif._ _I_, such pitie as my rapiers point affords.   ·eac035·

 _Rut._ _I_ neuer did thee hurt, wherefore wilt thou kill mee?

 _Clif._ Thy father hath.

 _Rut._ But twas ere _I_ was borne:   [eac038]
 Thou hast one sonne, for his sake pittie me,
 Least in reuenge thereof, sith God is iust,   ·eac040·
 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.

 _Clif._ No cause?  Thy Father slew my father, therefore Die.   ·eac045·
 _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_.

 _Yorke_ Ah _Yorke_, post to thy castell, saue thy life,   ·eac050·
 The goale is lost thou house of _Lancaster_,   [eac051]
 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:
 But this I know they haue demeand themselues,   ·eac055·
 Like men borne to renowne by life or death:
 _T_hree times this daie came _Richard_ to my sight,
 And cried courage Father: Victorie or death.
 And twise so oft came _Edward_ to my view,
 With purple Faulchen painted to the hilts,   ·eac060·
 In bloud of those whom he had slaughtered.
 Oh harke, _I_ heare the drums? No waie to flie:   [eac062]
 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
 With downe right paiment lent vnto my father,   ·eac070·
 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,
 And in that hope I cast mine eies to heauen,   ·eac075·
 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:
 So desperate theeues all hopelesse of their liues,   ·eac080·
 Breath out inuectives gainst the officers.   [eac081]

 _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,
 Whose verie looke hath made thee quake ere this.   ·eac085·

 _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.
 Wrath makes him death, speake thou _Northumberland_.   [eac090]

 _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,   [eac093]
 For one to thrust his hand betweene his teeth,
 When he might spurne him with his foote awaie?   ·eac095·
 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.

 _York._ So triumphs theeues vpon their conquered   [eac100]
 Bootie: So true men yeeld by robbers ouermatcht.   [eac101]

 _North._  What will your grace haue done with him?

 _Queen._  Braue warriors, _Clifford_ & _Northumberland_
 Come make him stand vpon this molehill here,
 That aimde at mountaines with outstretched arme,   ·eac105·
 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?
 The wanton _Edward_, and the lustie _George_?   ·eac110·
 Or where is that valiant _Crookbackt_ prodegie?   [eac111]
 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_?   [eac114]
 Looke _Yorke_? I dipt this napkin in the bloud,   ·eac115·
 That valiant _Clifford_ with his rapiers point,   [eac116]
 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.
 Alas poore _Yorke_? But that I hate thee much,   ·eac120·
 _I_ should lament thy miserable state?   [eac121]
 I prethee greeue to make me merrie _Yorke_?   [eac122]
 Stamp, raue and fret, that I maie sing and dance.
 What? hath thy fierie hart so parcht thine entrailes,   [eac124]
 That not a teare can fall for _Rutlands_ death?   ·eac125·
 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.   [eac128]
 So: hold you his hands, whilst _I_ doe set it on.   [eac129]
 I, now lookes he like a king?   [eac130]
 This is he that tooke king _Henries_ chaire,
 And this is he was his adopted aire.   [eac132]
 But how is it that great _Plantagenet_,
 Is crownd so soone, and broke his holie oath,
 As I bethinke me you should not be king,   ·eac135·
 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?
 Oh, tis a fault too too vnpardonable.   ·eac140·
 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.   [eac143]

 _Queen._ Yet stay: & lets here the Orisons he makes.

 _York._ She wolfe of _France_, but worse than Wolues of
               _France_:   ·eac145·
 Whose tongue more poison’d than the Adders tooth:   [eac146]
 How ill beseeming is it in thy sexe,
 To triumph like an _Amazonian_ trull
 Vpon his woes, whom Fortune captiuates?
 But that thy face is visard like, vnchanging,   [eac150]
 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.   [eac154]
 Thy father beares the type of king of _Naples_,   [eac155]
 Of both the _Sissiles_ and _Ierusalem_,   [eac156]
 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,
 Vnlesse the Adage must be verifide:   ·eac160·
 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,
 The contrarie doth make thee wondred at.   ·eac165·
 Tis vertue that makes them seeme deuine,   [eac166]
 The want thereof makes thee abhominable.
 Thou art as opposite to euerie good,
 As the _Antipodes_ are vnto vs,
 Or as the south to the Septentrion.   ·eac170·
 Oh Tygers hart wrapt in a womans hide?   [eac171]
 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?
 Women are milde, pittifull, and flexible,   ·eac175·
 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,   [eac179]
 And when the rage alaies the raine begins.   [eac180]
 These teares are my sweet _Rutlands_ obsequies,
 And euerie drop begs vengeance as it fals,
 On thee fell _Clifford_, and the false French woman.   [eac183]

 _North._ Beshrew me but his passions moue me so,
 As hardlie can I checke mine eies from teares.   [eac185]

 _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_.
 See ruthlesse _Queene_ a haplesse fathers teares.   ·eac190·
 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,   [eac194]
 Vpon my soule the hearers will sheed teares,   [eac195]
 I, euen my foes will sheed fast falling teares,   [eac196]
 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,
 As now _I_ reape at thy two cruell hands.   [eac200]
 Hard-harted _Clifford_, take me from the world,   [eac201]
 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,
 How inlie anger gripes his hart.   [eac205]

 _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._ _T_hears for my oath, thears for my fathers death.   [eac209]

 _Queene._ And thears to right our gentle harted kind.   [eac210]

 _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._


SCENE IV.

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.
 How often did I see him beare himselfe,   ·ead005·
 As doth a lion midst a heard of neat,
 So fled his enemies our valiant father,   [ead007]
 Me thinkes tis pride enough to be his sonne.

    Three sunnes appeare in the aire.

 _Edw._ Loe how the morning opes her golden gates,
 And takes her farewell of the glorious sun,   ·ead010·
 Dasell mine eies or doe I see three suns?   [ead011]

 _Rich._ Three glorious suns, not seperated by a racking   [ead012]
 Cloud, but seuered in a pale cleere shining skie.
 See, see, they ioine, embrace, and seeme to kisse,
 As if they vowde some league inuiolate:   ·ead015·
 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_,
 Alreadie each one shining by his meed,   ·ead020·
 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?   [ead024]

 _Mes._ Oh one that was a wofull looker on,   ·ead025·
 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,
 And then pursu’de by _Clifford_ and the _Queene_,   ·ead030·
 And manie souldiers moe, who all at once
 Let driue at him and forst the Duke to yeeld:   [ead032]
 And then they set him on a molehill there,
 And crownd the gratious Duke in high despite,
 Who then with teares began to waile his fall.   ·ead035·
 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.
 _T_hen through his brest they thrust their bloudy swordes,   ·ead040·
 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.

 _Edw._ Sweet Duke of _Yorke_ our prop to leane vpon,   ·ead045·
 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.

 _Rich._ I cannot weepe, for all my breasts moisture   ·ead050·
 Scarse serues to quench my furnace burning hart:   [ead051]
 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 _I_le reuenge thy death,   [ead054]
 Or die my selfe in seeking of reuenge.   ·ead055·

 _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.   [ead059]
 For chaire, and dukedome, Throne and kingdome saie:   ·ead060·
 For either that is thine, or else thou wert not his?   [ead061]

    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   [ead063]
 Newes, and at each words deliuerance stab poinyardes
 In our flesh till all were told, the words would adde   ·ead065·
 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,   [ead069]
 Is by the sterne _L. Clifford_, done to death.   [ead070]

 _War._ Ten daies a go I drownd those newes in teares.   [ead071]
 And now to adde more measure to your woes,
 I come to tell you things since then befalne.   [ead073]
 After the bloudie fraie at _Wakefield_ fought,
 Where your braue father breath’d his latest gaspe,   ·ead075·
 Tidings as swiflie as the post could runne,   [ead076]
 Was brought me of your losse, and his departure.
 I then in London keeper of the _King_,
 Mustred my souldiers, gathered flockes of friends,
 And verie well appointed as I thought,   ·ead080·
 Marcht to saint _Albons_ to entercept the _Queene_,   [ead081]
 Bearing the _King_ in my behalfe along,
 For by my scoutes I was aduertised,
 That she was comming, with a full intent
 _T_o 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,   [ead089]
 He lookt full gentlie on his warlike _Queene_,   [ead090]
 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,
 I cannot tell. But to conclude with truth,   ·ead095·
 Their weapons like to lightnings went and came.
 Our souldiers like the night Owles lasie flight,   [ead097]
 Or like an idle thresher with a flaile,
 Fel gentlie downe as if they smote their friends.
 I cheerd them vp with iustice of the cause,   ·ead100·
 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_,
 Lord _George_ your brother, _Norffolke_, and my selfe,   ·ead105·
 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.   [ead108]

 _Edw._ Thankes gentle _Warwike_.
 How farre hence is the Duke with his power?   ·ead110·
 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_,
 With aide of souldiers gainst this needfull warre.   [ead115]

 _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,
 For thou shalt know that this right hand of mine,   ·ead120·
 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.

 _Rich._ I know it well Lord _Warwike_ blame me not,   ·ead125·
 Twas loue I bare thy glories made me speake.
 But in this troublous time, whats to be done?   [ead127]
 Shall we go throw away our coates of steele,
 And clad our bodies in blacke mourning gownes,
 Numbring our _Auemaries_ with our beades?   ·ead130·
 Or shall we on the helmets of our foes,
 Tell our deuotion with reuengefull armes?
 _I_f for the last, saie _I_, and to it Lords.

 _War._ Why therefore _Warwike_ came to find you out,
 And therefore comes my brother _Montague_.   ·ead135·
 Attend me Lords, the proud insulting Queene,
 With _Clifford_, and the haught _Northumberland_,
 And of their feather manie mo proud birdes,   [ead138]
 Haue wrought the easie melting king like waxe.
 He sware consent to your succession,   ·ead140·
 His oath inrolled in the Parliament.
 But now to London all the crew are gone,
 To frustrate his oath or what besides   [ead143]
 May make against the house of _Lancaster_.
 Their power _I_ gesse them fifty thousand strong.   ·ead145·
 Now if the helpe of _Norffolke_ and my selfe,
 Can but amount to 48. thousand,   [ead147]
 With all the friendes that thou braue earle of _March_,
 Among the louing Welshmen canst procure,
 Why via, To London will we march amaine,   ·ead150·
 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:
 Nere maie he liue to see a sunshine daie,   ·ead155·
 _T_hat cries retire, when _Warwike_ bids him stay.

 _Edw._ Lord _Warwike_, on thy shoulder will I leane,
 And when thou faints, must _Edward_ fall:   [ead158]
 Which perill heauen forefend.

 _War._ No longer Earle of _March_, but Duke of _Yorke_,   ·ead160·
 The next degree, is Englands royall king:   [ead161]
 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,
 Shall for the offence make forfeit of his head.   [ead165]
 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,
 The _Queene_ is comming with a puissant power,   ·ead170·
 And craues your companie for speedie councell.

 _War._ Why then it sorts braue Lordes. Lets march away.   [ead172]
               _Exeunt Omnes._


SCENE V.

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,   [eae002]
 That sought to be impaled with your crowne.
 Doth not the obiect please your eie my Lord?

 _King._ Euen as the rockes please them that feare their
               wracke.   ·eae005·
 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,
 To whom do Lyons cast their gentle lookes?   ·eae010·
 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?   [eae014]
 Not he that sets his foot vpon her backe.   ·eae015·
 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.
 He but a Duke, would haue his sonne a king,   ·eae020·
 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.
 Vnreasonable creatures feed their yong,   ·eae025·
 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,
 Make warre with him, that climes vnto their nest,   ·eae030·
 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?   [eae034]
 And long hereafter saie vnto his child,   ·eae035·
 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,
 Steele thy melting thoughtes,   ·eae040·
 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,
 That things euill got had euer bad successe,   [eae045]
 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,
 For all the rest is held at such a rate,   ·eae050·
 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.

 _Quee._ My Lord, this harmefull pittie makes your followers
               faint.   ·eae055·
 You promisde knighthood to your princelie sonne.
 Vnsheath your sword and straight doe dub him knight.   [eae057]
 Kneele downe _Edward_.

 _King._  _Edward Plantagenet_, arise a knight,
 And learne this lesson boy, draw thy sword in right   [eae060]

 _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.

 _Mes._ Royall commaunders be in readinesse,   ·eae065·
 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,
 Prepare your battels, for they be at hand.   ·eae070·

 _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.   [eae074]

 _Clif._ Be it with resolution then to fight.   ·eae075·

 _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,   [eae079]
 And kneele for mercie at thy soueraignes feete?   ·eae080·

 _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,
 I was adopted heire by his consent.   ·eae085·

 _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   [eae089]
 To blot our brother out, and put his owne son in.   ·eae090·

 _Clif._ And reason _George_. Who should succeede the father but the
               son?   [eae091]

 _Rich._ Are you their butcher?   [eae092]

 _Clif._ _I Crookbacke_, here I stand to answere thee, or any   [eae093]
 of your sort.

 _Rich._ Twas you that kild yong _Rutland_, was it not?

 _Clif._ Yes, and old _Yorke_ too, and yet not satisfide.   ·eae095·

 _Rich._ For Gods sake Lords giue synald to the fight.   [eae096]

 _War._ What saiest thou _Henry_? wilt thou yeelde thy crowne?

 _Queen._ What, long tongde _War._ dare you speake?   [eae098]
 When you and _I_ met at saint _Albones_ last,
 Your legs did better seruice than your hands.   ·eae100·

 _War._ I, then twas my turne to flee, but now tis thine.   [eae101]

 _Clif._ You said so much before, and yet you fled.   [eae102]

 _War._ Twas not your valour _Clifford_, that droue mee
               thence.   [eae103]

 _Northum._ No, nor your manhood _Warwike_, that could make you
               staie.   [eae104]

 _Rich._  _Northumberland_, _Northumberland_, wee holde   [eae105]
 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.

 _Clif._ Why I kild thy father, calst thou him a child?   ·eae110·

 _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.   [eae113]

 _King._ Haue doone with wordes great Lordes, and   [eae114]
 Heare me speake.

 _Queen._ Defie them then, or else hold close thy lips.   ·eae115·

 _King._ I prethe giue no limits to my tongue,
 I am a king and priuiledge to speake.   [eae117]

 _Clif._ My Lord the wound that bred this meeting here
 Cannot be cru’d with words, therefore be still.   [eae119]

 _Rich._ Then executioner vnsheath thy sword,   ·eae120·
 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,
 That nere shall dine, vnlesse thou yeeld the crowne.   ·eae125·

 _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.

 _Rich._ Whosoeuer got thee, there thy mother stands,   ·eae130·
 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,
 As venome Todes, or Lizards fainting lookes.   [eae135]

 _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-   [eae139]
 Riu’de, to parlie thus with Englands lawfull heires?   ·eae140·

 _Edw._ A wispe of straw were worth a thousand crowns,
 _T_o 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:
 And had he macht according to his state,   [eae145]
 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,   [eae148]
 Then that sun-shine bred a showre for him
 Which washt his fathers fortunes out of France,   ·eae150·
 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?   [eae153]
 And we in pittie of the gentle king,
 Had slipt our claime vntill an other age.   [eae155]

 _George._ But when we saw our summer brought the gaine,   [eae156]
 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,
 Yet know thou we will neuer cease to strike,   ·eae160·
 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,   [eae164]
 Since thou deniest the gentle king to speake.   ·eae165·
 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,   [eae169]
 Thy words will cost ten thousand liues to daie.   ·eae170·
               _Exeunt Omnes._ Alarmes.


SCENE VI

Enter _Warwike_.

 _War._ Sore spent with toile as runners with the race,
 _I_ laie me downe a little while to breath,
 _F_or strokes receiude, and manie blowes repaide,
 Hath robd my strong knit sinnews of their strength,
 And force perforce needes must _I_ rest my selfe.   [eaf005]

    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_.

 _George._ Come brother, come, lets to the field againe,   ·eaf010·
 For yet theres hope inough to win the daie:   [eaf011]
 Then let vs backe to cheere our fainting Troupes,
 Lest they retire now we haue left the field.   [eaf013]

 _War._ How now my lords: what hap, what hope of good?   [eaf014]

    Enter _Richard_ running.

 _Rich._ Ah _Warwike_, why haste thou withdrawne thy selfe?   ·eaf015·
 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,
 And as he tottring sate vpon his steede,   [eaf020]
 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,   [eaf024]
 And so the noble Salsbury gave vp the ghost.   ·eaf025·

 _War._ Then let the earth be drunken with his bloud,
 _I_le 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
 Till I am full reuenged for his death.   ·eaf030·

 _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,
 Or let vs die before we loose the daie:   [eaf035]

 _George._ Then let vs haste to cheere the souldiers harts,
 And call them pillers that will stand to vs,   [eaf037]
 And hiely promise to remunerate   [eaf038]
 Their trustie seruice, in these dangerous warres.

 _Rich._ Come, come awaie, and stand not to debate,   ·eaf040·
 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.
 Now I that neuer wept, now melt in wo,   ·eaf045·
 To see these dire mishaps continue so.
 _Warwike_ farewel.

 _War._ Awaie awaie, once more sweet Lords farewell.
               _Exeunt Omnes._


SCENE VII.

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,
 Shall lop thy limmes, and slise thy cursed hart,   [eag005]
 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_,
 And heres the heart that triumphs in their deathes,   [eag010]
 And cheeres these hands that slew thy sire and brother,
 To execute the like vpon thy selfe,
 And so haue at thee.


SCENE VIII.

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,
 Now leaning this way, now to that side driue,   ·eah005·
 And none doth know to whom the daie will fall.
 O would my death might staie these ciuill iars!   [eah007]
 Would I had neuer raind, nor nere bin king,   [eah008]
 _Margret_ and _Clifford_, chide me from the fielde,
 Swearing they had best successe when _I_ was thence.   ·eah010·
 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,
 _T_his man that I have slaine in fight to daie,   ·eah015·
 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,
 From London was I prest out by the king,   ·eah020·
 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.   [eah024]

    Enter an other souldier with a dead man.

 _2. Soul._ Lie there thou that foughtst with me so stoutly,   ·eah025·
 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,
 How cruel bloudy, and ironious,   [eah030]
 This deadlie quarrell dailie doth beget,
 Poore boy thy father gaue thee lif too late,   [eah032]
 And hath bereau’de thee of thy life too sone.

 _King_ Wo aboue wo, griefe more then common griefe,
 Whilst Lyons warre and battaile for their dens,   ·eah035·
 Poore lambs do feele the rigor of their wraths:
 The red rose and the white are on his face,   [eah037]
 The fatall colours of our striuing houses,
 Wither one rose, and let the other flourish,
 For if you striue, ten thousand liues must perish.   ·eah040·

 _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,   [eah043]
 Take on with me and nere be satisfide?

 _King._  How will the people now misdeeme their king,   ·eah045·
 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?

 _1. Sould._ Ile beare thee hence from this accursed place,   ·eah050·
 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.   [eah053]
               _Exit_ with his sonne.

 _K Hen._ Weepe wretched man, Ile lay thee teare for tear,
 Here sits a king as woe begone as thee.   ·eah055·

    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.   [eah058]

    Enter prince _Edward_.

 _Prince._ Oh father flie, our men haue left the field,
 Take horse sweet father, let us saue our selues.   ·eah060·

    Enter _Exeter_.

 _Exet._ Awaie my Lord for vengeance comes along with him:   [eah061]
 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.

 _Clif._ Heere burnes my candell out,   ·eah065·
 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,
 And now _I_ die, that tough commixture melts.   ·eah070·
 Impairing _Henry_ strengthened misproud _Yorke_,
 The common people swarme like summer flies,
 And whither flies the Gnats but to the sun?   [eah073]
 And who shines now but _Henries_ enemie?
 Oh _Phœbus_ hadst thou neuer giuen consent,   ·eah075·
 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,
 Giuing no foot vnto the house of _Yorke_,   ·eah080·
 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?
 And what makes robbers bold but lenitie?   [eah085]
 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.
 The aire is got into my bleeding wounds,   ·eah090·
 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.   [eah093]

    Enter _Edward_, _Richard_, and _Warwike_, and Souldiers.

 _Edw._ Thus farre our fortunes keepes an vpward   [eah094]
 Course, and we are grast with wreathes of victorie.   [eah095]
 Some troopes pursue the bloudie minded Queene,
 _T_hat now towards _Barwike_ doth poste amaine,
 But thinke you that _Clifford_ is fled awaie with them?

 _War._ No, tis impossible he should escape,
 _F_or though before his face I speake the words,   ·eah100·
 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.

 _Edw._ See who it is, and now the battailes ended,   ·eah105·
 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_.   [eah109]

 _War._ From off the gates of _Yorke_ fetch down the   [eah110]
 Head, Your fathers head which _Clifford_ placed there.
 Insteed of that, let his supplie the roome.   [eah112]
 Measure for measure must be answered.

 _Edw._ Bring forth that fatall scrichowle to our house,
 That nothing sung to vs but bloud and death,   ·eah115·
 Now his euill boding tongue no more shall speake.   [eah116]

 _War._ I thinke his vnderstanding is bereft.
 Say _Clifford_, doost thou know who speakes to thee?
 Darke cloudie death oreshades his beames of life,
 And he nor sees nor heares vs what we saie.   ·eah120·

 _Rich._ Oh would he did, and so perhaps he doth,
 And tis his policie that in the time of death,   [eah122]
 He might auoid such bitter stormes as he
 In his houre of death did give vnto our father.

 _George._ _Richard_ if thou thinkest so, vex him with eager
               words.   ·eah125·

 _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.

 _Rich._ Thou pittiedst _Yorke_, and I am sonne to _Yorke_.   ·eah130·

 _Edw._ Thou pittiedst _Rutland_, and I will pittie thee.

 _George._ Wheres captaine _Margaret_ to fence you now?   [eah132]

 _War._ They mocke thee _Clifford_, sweare as thou wast wont.

 _Rich._ What not an oth? Nay, then _I_ know hees dead.   [eah134]
 Tis hard, when _Clifford_ cannot foord his friend an oath.   ·eah135·
 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,
 Stifle the villaine whose instanched thirst,   ·eah140·
 _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,
 There to be crowned _Englands_ lawfull king.   ·eah145·
 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,   [eah149]
 The scattered foe that hopes to rise againe.   ·eah150·
 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_,
 To effect this marriage if it please my Lord   [eah155]

 _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.   [eah158]
 Our younger brother _Richard_ Duke of _Glocester_.   [eah159]
 _Warwike_ as my selfe shal do & vndo as him pleaseth best.   [eah160]

 _Rich._ Let me be Duke of _Clarence_, _George_ of _Gloster_,
 For _Glosters_ Dukedome is too ominous.

 _War._ Tush thats a childish obseruation.   [eah163]
 _Richard_ be Duke of _Gloster_.  Now to London.
 To see these honors in possession.      _Exeunt Omnes._   ·eah165·


SCENE IX.

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,
 And thus disguisde to greet my natiue land.   ·eai005·
 No, _Henrie_ no, _I_t 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?

 _Keeper._ I marrie sir, here is a deere, his skin is a   [eai010]
 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   [eai013]
 _France_, and as I heare the great commanding _Warwike_,
 To intreat a marriage with the ladie _Bona_,   ·eai015·
 If this be true, poore _Queene_ and sonne,
 Your labour is but spent in vaine,
 For _Lewis_ is a prince soone wun with words,   [eai018]
 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?   [eai024]

 _Hen._ More then I seeme, for lesse I should not be.   ·eai025·
 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.   [eai028]

 _Hen._ Why so I am in mind though not in shew.   [eai029]

 _Keeper._ And if thou be a king where is thy crowne?   ·eai030·

 _Hen._ My crowne is in my hart, not on my head.
 My crowne is calde content, a crown that   [eai032]
 Kings doe seldome times enioy.

 _Keeper._ And if thou be a king crownd with content,
 Your crowne content and you, must be content   ·eai035·
 To go with vs vnto the officer, for as we thinke
 You are our quondam king, _K. Edward_ hath deposde,   [eai037]
 And therefore we charge you in Gods name & the kings
 To go along with vs vnto the officers.

 _Hen._ Gods name be fulfild, your kings name be   [eai040]
 Obaide, and be you kings, command and Ile obay.
               _Exeunt Omnes._


SCENE X.

Enter king _Edward_, _Clarence_, and _Gloster_, _Montague_,
_Hastings_, and the Lady _Gray_.

 _K Edw._ Brothers of _Clarence_, and of _Glocester_,   [eaj001]
 This ladies husband heere sir _Richard Gray_,
 At the battaile of saint Albones did lose his life,   [eaj003]
 His lands then were seazed on by the conqueror.
 Her sute is now to repossesse those lands,   ·eaj005·
 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.

 _K Edw_ I, so _I_ will, but yet Ile make a pause.   ·eaj010·

 _Glo._ I, is the winde in that doore?

 _Clarence,_ I see the Lady hath some thing to grant,   [eaj012]
 Before the king will grant her humble sute.

 _Cla._ He knowes the game, how well he keepes the wind.   [eaj014]

 _K. Ed._ Widow come some other time to know our mind.   ·eaj015·

 _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.

 _Glo._ For you will haue leaue till youth take leaue,   ·eaj020·
 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.   [eaj024]

 _La._ Three my most gratious Lord.   [eaj025]

 _Glo._ You shall haue foure and you wil be rulde by him.   [eaj026]

 _K Ed._ Were it not pittie they shoulde loose their fathers
               lands?   [eaj027]

 _La._ Be pittifull then dread L. and grant it them.   [eaj028]

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

 _La._ So shall you bind me to your highnesse seruice.   ·eaj030·

 _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   [eaj033]
 Husbands lands, if you grant to do what he
 Commands. Fight close or in good faith   ·eaj035·
 You catch a clap.

 _Cla._ Naie I feare her not vnlesse she fall.

 _Glo._ Marie godsforbot man, for heele take vantage then.   [eaj038]

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

 _K Ed._ An easie taske, tis but to loue a king.   ·eaj040·

 _La._ Thats soone performde, because I am a subiect.   [eaj041]

 _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.   [eaj044]

 _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,   [eaj048]
 But to tell thee the troth, I aime to lie with thee.

 _La._ To tell you plaine my Lord, I had rather lie in
               prison,   ·eaj050·

 _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.

 _La._ Heerein your highnesse wrongs both them and   [eaj055]
 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,
 No, if thou saie no to my demand.   ·eaj060·

 _La._ Then no my Lord, my sute is at an end.

 _Glo._ The widdow likes him not, shee bends the brow.   [eaj062]

 _Cla._ Why he is the bluntest woer in christendome.

 _K Ed._ Her lookes are all repleat with maiestie,
 One waie or other she is for a king,   ·eaj065·
 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,
 But far vnfit to be a Soueraigne.   ·eaj070·

 _K Edw._ Sweet widdow, by my state I sweare, _I_ speake   [eaj071]
 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,
 _I_ know _I_ am too bad to be your _Queene_,   [eaj075]
 And yet too good to be your Concubine.   [eaj076]

 _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   [eaj079]
 Mother. Thou art a widow and thou hast some children,   ·eaj080·
 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.

 _Glo._ The ghostlie father now hath done his shrift.   ·eaj085·

 _Cla._  When he was made a shriuer twas for shift.   [eaj086]

 _K. Edw._ Brothers, you muse what talke the widdow   [eaj087]
 And _I_ haue had, you would thinke it strange
 If _I_ should marrie her.

 _Cla._ Marrie her my Lord, to whom?   ·eaj090·

 _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.   [eaj093]

 _Glo._ And so much more are the wonders in extreames

 _K Edw._ Well ieast on brothers, _I_ can tell you, hir   [eaj095]
 Sute is granted for her husbands lands.   [eaj096]

    Enter a Messenger.

 _Mes._ And it please your grace, _Henry_ your foe is   [eaj097]
 Taken, and brought as prisoner to your pallace gates.

 _K Edw._ Awaie with him, and send him to the Tower,
 And let vs go question with the man about   [eaj100]
 His apprehension. Lords along, and vse this
 Ladie honorablie.       _Exeunt Omnes._   [eaj102]

    _Manet Gloster_ and speakes.

 _Glost._ I, _Edward_ will vse women honourablie,
 Would he were wasted marrow, bones and all,
 That from his loines no issue might succeed   ·eaj105·
 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   [eaj109]
 Of their loines ere _I_ can plant my selfe,   ·eaj110·
 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,
 And witch sweet Ladies with my words and lookes.   ·eaj115·
 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,   [eaj118]
 Shee did corrupt fraile nature in the flesh,
 And plaste an enuious mountaine on my backe,   [eaj120]
 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?
 Easier for me to compasse twentie crownes.   ·eaj125·
 Tut _I_ can smile, and murder when _I_ smile,
 _I_ crie content, to that that greeues me most.   [eaj127]
 _I_ can adde colours to the Camelion,
 And for a need change shapes with _Protheus_,
 And set the aspiring _Catalin_ to schoole.   ·eaj130·
 Can _I_ doe this, and cannot get the crowne?   [eaj131]
 Tush were it ten times higher, _I_le pull it downe.      _Exit._


SCENE XI.

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_,   [eak001]
 _I_t 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,
 And beat proud Edward from his vsurped seat.   ·eak005·
 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_.

 _Lew._ How now, who is this?   ·eak010·

 _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,
 _I_ come in kindnes and vnfained loue,   ·eak015·
 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
 That vertuous ladie _Bona_ thy faire sister,   ·eak020·
 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,
 Humblie to kisse your hand and with my tongue,   ·eak025·
 To tell the passions of my soueraines hart,
 Where fame late entring at his heedfull eares,
 Hath plast thy glorious image and thy vertues.   [eak028]

 _Queen._ King _Lewes_ and Lady _Bona_ heare me speake,
 Before you answere _Warwike_ or his words,   ·eak030·
 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,
 And thou no more art Prince then shee is Queene.   ·eak035·

 _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.
 And after this wise prince _Henry_ the fift,   ·eak040·
 Who with his prowesse conquered all _France_,
 From these our _Henries_ lineallie discent.   [eak042]

 _War._ _Oxford_, how haps that in this smooth discourse
 You told not how _Henry_ the sixt had lost
 All that _Henry_ the fift had gotten.   ·eak045·
 Me thinkes these peeres of _France_ should smile at that,
 But for the rest you tell a pettigree   [eak047]
 Of threescore and two yeares a sillie time,   [eak048]
 To make prescription for a kingdomes worth.

 _Oxf._ Why _Warwike_, canst thou denie thy king,   ·eak050·
 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?
 For shame leaue _Henry_ and call _Edward_ king.   ·eak055·

 _Oxf._  Call him my king by whom mine elder   [eak056]
 Brother the Lord _Awbray Vere_ was done to death,
 And more then so, my father euen in the
 Downefall of his mellowed yeares,
 When age did call him to the dore of death?   ·eak060·
 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   [eak064]
 _Oxford_, vouchsafe to forbeare a while,   ·eak065·
 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.

 _War._ Thereon _I_ pawne mine honour and my credit.   ·eak070·

 _Lew._ What is he gratious in the peoples eies?   [eak071]

 _War._ The more, that _Henry_ is vnfortunate.

 _Lew._ What is his loue to our sister _Bona_?   [eak074]

 _War._ Such it seemes
 As maie beseeme a monarke like himselfe.   ·eak075·
 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,
 Exempt from enuie, but not from disdaine,   ·eak080·
 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,   [eak083]
 But ere this daie _I_ must confesse, when I
 Haue heard your kings deserts recounted,   ·eak085·
 Mine eares haue tempted iudgement to desire.

 _Lew._ Then draw neere Queene _Margaret_ and be a   [eak087]
 Witnesse, that _Bona_ shall be wife to the English king.

 _Prince Edw._ To _Edward_, but not the English king.

 _War._ _Henry_ now liues in _Scotland_ at his ease,   ·eak090·
 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_.   [eak094]

    Sound for a post within.

 _Lew._ Here comes some post _Warwike_ to thee or vs.   ·eak095·

 _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.

 _Oxf._ I like it well that our faire Queene and mistresse,   ·eak100·
 Smiles at her newes when _Warwike_ frets as his.   [eak101]

 _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.   [eak104]

 _War._ Mine full of sorrow and harts discontent.   ·eak105·

 _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.

 _War._ King _Lewis,_ I here protest in sight of heauen,   ·eak110·
 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.
 Did I forget that by the house of _Yorke_,   ·eak115·
 My father came vntimelie to his death?   [eak116]
 Did _I_ let passe the abuse done to my neece?   [eak117]
 Did I impale him with the regall Crowne,
 And thrust king _Henry_ from his natiue home,   [eak119]
 And most vngratefull doth he vse me thus?   ·eak120·
 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.

 _Queen._ Yes _Warwike_ I doe quite forget thy former   [eak125]
 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,
 Ile vndertake to land them on our coast,   ·eak130·
 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   [eak134]
 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,   [eak138]
 Ile weare the willow garland for his sake.

 _Queen._ Tell him my mourning weedes be laide aside,   ·eak140·
 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.   [eak144]

 _Lew._ But now tell me _Warwike_, what assurance   ·eak145·
 _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
 To him forthwith in holie wedlockes bandes.   [eak150]

 _Queen._ Withall my hart, that match _I_ like full wel,   [eak151]
 Loue her sonne _Edward_, shee is faire and yong,
 And giue thy hand to _Warwike_ for thy loue.

 _Lew._ _I_t is enough, and now we will prepare,
 To lcuie souldiers for to go with you.   [eak155]
 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_.

 _War._ _I_ came from _Edward_ as Imbassadour   [eak160]
 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?
 Then none but I shall turne his iest to sorrow.   ·eak165·
 _I_ was the chiefe that raisde him to the crowne,
 And _I_le be chiefe to bring him downe againe,
 Not that I pittie _Henries_ miserie,
 But seeke reuenge on _Edwards_ mockerie.      _Exit._


SCENE XII.

Enter king _Edward_, the _Queene_ and _Clarence_, and _Gloster_, and
_Montague_, and _Hastings_, and _Penbrooke_ with souldiers.

 _Edw._ Brothers of _Clarence_, and of _Glocester_,   [eal001]
 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   [eal004]
 No offence at this suddaine marriage.   ·eal005·

 _Edw._ Suppose they doe, they are but _Lewes_ and   [eal006]
 _Warwike_, and I am your king and _Warwikes_,   [eal007]
 And will be obaied.

 _Glo._ And shall, because our king, but yet such   [eal009]
 Sudden marriages seldome proueth well.   [eal010]

 _Edw._ Yea brother _Richard_ are you against vs too?

 _Glo._ Not _I_ my Lord, no, God forefend that I should   [eal012]
 Once gaine saie your highnesse pleasure,   [eal013]
 I, & twere a pittie to sunder them that yoake so wel
               togi- (ther.   [eal014]

 _Edw._ Setting your skornes and your dislikes aside,   ·eal015·
 Shew me some reasons why the Ladie _Gray_,
 Maie not be my loue and Englands _Queene_?
 Speake freelie _Clarence_, _Gloster_,   [eal018]
 _Montague_ and _Hastings_.

 _Cla._ My Lord then this is my opinion,   [eal020]
 That _Warwike_ beeing dishonored in his embassage,
 Doth seeke reuenge to quite his iniuries.   [eal022]

 _Glo._ And _Lewes_ in regard of his sisters wrongs,
 Doth ioine with _Warwike_ to supplant your state,

 _Edw._ Suppose that _Lewis_ and _Warwike_ be appeasd,   ·eal025·
 By such meanes as I can best deuise.   [eal026]

 _Mont._ But yet to have ioind with France in this
 Alliance, would more haue strengthened this our
 Common wealth, gainst forraine stormes,   [eal029]
 Then anie home bred marriage.   [eal030]

 _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_.

 _Edw._ And what then? It was our will it should be so?   [eal035]

 _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   [eal039]
 Your madnes, you burie brotherhood.   [eal040]

 _Edw._ Alasse poore _Clarence_, is it for a wife,
 That thou art mal-content,   [eal042]
 Why man be of good cheere, Ile prouide thee one.   [eal043]

 _Cla._ Naie you plaide the broker so ill for your selfe,
 That you shall giue me leaue to make my   [eal045]
 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.

 _Queen._ My Lords doe me but right, and you must   [eal050]
 Confesse, before it pleasd his highnesse to aduance
 My state to title of a Queene,
 That I was not ignoble in my birth.   [eal053]

 _Edw._ Forbeare my loue to fawne upon their frownes,
 For thee they must obay, naie shall obaie,   ·eal055·
 And if they looke for fauour at my hands.

 _Mont._ My Lord, heere is the messenger returned from
               (France.   [eal057]

    Enter a Messenger.

 _Ed._ Now sirra, What letters or what newes?   [eal058]

 _Mes._ No letters my Lord, and such newes, as without
 your highnesse speciall pardon I dare not relate.   [eal060]

 _Edw._ We pardon thee, and as neere as thou canst   [eal061]
 Tell me, What said _Lewis_ to our letters?

 _Mes._ At my departure these were his verie words.
 Go tell false _Edward_ thy supposed king,
 That _Lewis_ of France is sending ouer Maskers,   ·eal065·
 To reuill it with him and his new bride.   [eal066]

 _Edw._ Is _Lewis_ so braue, belike he thinkes me _Henry_.   [eal067]
 But what said Lady _Bona_ to these wrongs?

 _Mes._ Tel him quoth she, in hope heele prove a widdower   [eal069]
 shortly, _I_le wear the willow garland for his sake.   [eal070]

 _Edw._ She had the wrong, indeed she could saie   [eal071]
 Little lesse. But what saide _Henries_ Queene, for as   [eal072]
 _I_ heare, she was then in place?

 _Mes._ Tell him quoth shee my mourning weeds be
 Doone, and I am readie to put armour on.   [eal075]

 _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,
 And therefore Ile vncrowne him er’t be long.   ·eal080·

 _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_?   [eal083]

 _Mes._ I my good Lord, theare so linkt in friendship,   [eal084]
 That young Prince _Edward_ marries _Warwikes_ daughter.   ·eal085·

 _Cla._ The elder, belike _Clarence_ shall haue the   [eal086]
 Yonger. All you that loue me and _Warwike_   [eal087]
 Follow me.      _Exit Clarence_ and _Summerset._

 _Edw._ _Clarence_ and _Summerset_ fled to _Warwike_,
 What saie you brother _Richard_, will you stand to vs?   ·eal090·

 _Glo._ _I_ my Lord, in despight of all that shall   [eal091]
 Withstand you  For why hath Nature
 Made me halt downe right, but that I
 Should be valiant and stand to it, for if   [eal094]
 I would, _I_ cannot runne awaie.   ·eal095·

 _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
 Those stragling troopes which he hath got in France.   ·eal100·
 But ere I goe _Montague_ and _Hastings_,
 You of all the rest are neerest allied   [eal102]
 In bloud to _Warwike_, therefore tell me, if   [eal103]
 You fauour him more then me or not:
 Speake truelie, for I had rather haue you open   [eal105]
 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.   [eal109]
               _Exeunt Omnes._


SCENE XIII.

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?   [eam004]

 _Cla._ Feare not that my Lord.   ·eam005·

 _War._ Then gentle _Clarence_ welcome vnto _Warwike_.
 And welcome _Summerset_, I hold it cowardise,
 To rest mistrustfull where a noble hart,   [eam008]
 Hath pawnde an open hand in signe of loue,
 Else might I thinke that _Clarence_, _Edwards_ brother,   ·eam010·
 Were but a fained friend to our proceedings,
 But welcome sweet _Clarence_ my daughter shal be thine.   [eam012]
 And now what rests but in nights couerture,
 Thy brother being careleslie encampt,
 His souldiers lurking in the towne about,   ·eam015·
 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,
 And breake we presentlie into his tent.   ·eam020·

 _Cla._ Why then lets on our waie in silent sort,
 For _Warwike_ and his friends God and saint _George_.   [eam022]

 _War._ This is his tent, and see where his guard doth   [eam023]
 Stand, Courage my souldiers, now or neuer,
 But follow me now, and _Edward_ shall be ours.   ·eam025·

 _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   [eam029]
 Last, thou caldst me king?   [eam030]

 _War._ I, but the case is altred now.
 When you disgraste me in my embassage,   [eam032]
 Then _I_ disgraste you from being king,
 And now am come to create you Duke of _Yorke_,
 Alasse how should you gouerne anie kingdome,   ·eam035·
 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,
 _Edward_ in minde will beare himselfe a king.   ·eam040·

 _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,
 Ile come and tell thee what the ladie _Bona_ saies,   ·eam045·
 And so for a while farewell good Duke of _Yorke_.   [eam046]
               _Exeunt_ some with _Edward_.

 _Cla._ What followes now, all hithertoo goes well,   [eam047]
 But we must dispatch some letters to _France_,   [eam048]
 To tell the _Queene_ of our happy fortune,
 And bid hir come with speed to ioine with vs.   [eam050]

 _War._ _I_ thats the first thing that we have to doe,   [eam051]
 And free king _Henry_ from imprisonment,
 And see him seated in his regall throne,
 Come let vs haste awaie, and hauing past these cares,   [eam054]
 _I_le post to _Yorke_, and see how _Edward_ fares.   ·eam055·
               _Exeunt Omnes._


SCENE XIV.

Enter _Gloster_, _Hastings_, and sir _William Stanly_.

 _Glo._ Lord Hastings, and sir William Stanly,   [ean001]
 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.
 The Bishop of _Yorke_ befriends him much,   ·ean005·
 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.

 _Hunts_ This waie my Lord the deere is gone.   ·ean010·

 _Edw._ No this waie huntsman, see where the   [ean011]
 Keepers stand. Now brother and the rest,
 What, are you prouided to depart?

 _Glo._ _I_, _I_, the horse stands at the parke corner,
 Come, to Linne, and so take shipping into _Flanders_.   ·ean015·

 _Edw._ Come then: _Hastings_, and _Stanlie_, _I_ will   [ean016]
 Requite your loues. Bishop farewell,
 Sheeld thee from _Warwikes_ frowne,   [ean018]
 And praie that I maie repossesse the crowne.
 Now huntsman what will you doe?   ·ean020·

 _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._


SCENE XV.

Enter the _Queene_ and the Lord _Riuers_.

 _Riuers._ Tel me good maddam, why is your grace   [eao001]
 So passionate of late?

 _Queen._ Why brother _Riuers_, heare you not the newes,   [eao003]
 Of that successe king _Edward_ had of late?

 _Riu._ What? losse of some pitcht battaile against
               _Warwike_,   [eao005]
 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:
 But greater troubles will I feare befall.   ·eao010·

 _Riu._ What, is he taken prisoner by the foe,   [eao011]
 To the danger of his royall person then?

 _Queen._ I, thears my griefe, king _Edward_ is surprisde,   [eao013]
 And led awaie, as prisoner vnto _Yorke_.   [eao014]

 _Riu._ The newes is passing strange, I must confesse:   [eao015]
 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,
 And let me leane vpon thine arme a while,   [eao020]
 Vntill I come vnto the sanctuarie,
 There to preserue the fruit within my wombe,
 K. _Edwards_ seed true heire to _Englands_ crowne.      _Exit._


SCENE XVI.

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_:   [eap002]
 But soft the gates are shut, _I_ like not this.

 _Rich._ Sound vp the drum and call them to the wals.   [eap004]

    Enter the Lord Maire of _Yorke_ vpon the wals.

 _Mair._ My Lords we had notice of your comming,   ·eap005·
 And thats the cause we stand vpon our garde,   [eap006]
 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,   [eap009]
 _Edward_ I am sure at least, is Duke of _Yorke_.   ·eap010·

 _Mair._ Truth my Lord, we know you for no lesse.   [eap011]

 _Edw._ I craue nothing but my Dukedome.

 _Rich._ But when the Fox hath gotten in his head,
 Heele quicklie make the bodie follow after.   [eap014]

 _Hast._ Why my Lord Maire, what stand you vpon points?   ·eap015·
 Open the gates, we are king _Henries_ friends.

 _Mair._ Saie you so, then _I_le 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.

 _Edw._ So my Lord Maire, these gates must not be shut,   ·eap020·
 But in the time of warre, giue me the keies:   [eap021]
 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_,
 A trustie friend, vnlesse _I_ be deceiude.   ·eap025·

 _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,
 But I onlie claime my Dukedom.   ·eap030·
 Vntil it please God to send the rest.   [eap031]

 _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,
 With what security we maie doe this thing.   ·eap035·

 _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   [eap038]
 Succour you, why should we fight when
 You pretend no title?   ·eap040·

 _Rich._ Fie brother, fie, stand you vpon tearmes?   [eap041]
 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.   [eap044]

 _Sir Iohn._ I now my soueraigne speaketh like himselfe,   [eap045]
 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   [eap048]
 and France, and Lord of Ireland, and whosoeuer gainsaies
 king _Edwards_ right: by this _I_ challenge him to   ·eap050·
 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_,   [eap054]
 And then as earlie as the morning sunne,   ·eap055·
 Liftes vp his beames aboue this horison
 Weele march to London, to meete with _Warwike_:   [eap057]
 And pull false _Henry_ from the Regall throne.   [eap058]
               _Exeunt Omnes._


SCENE XVII.

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,   [eaq001]
 By Gods great mercies am _I_ brought   [eaq002]
 Againe, _Clarence_ and _Warwike_ doe you
 Keepe the crowne, and gouerne and protect
 My realme in peace, and I will spend the   ·eaq005·
 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.

 _King._ My Lord of _Summerset_, what prettie   [eaq010]
 Boie is that you seeme to be so carefull of?

 _Sum._ And it please your grace, it is yong _Henry_,   [eaq012]
 Earle of _Richmond_.

 _King._ _Henry_ of _Richmond_, Come hither pretie Ladde.
 If heauenlie powers doe aime aright   ·eaq015·
 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,
 Make much of him my Lords,   [eaq020]
 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_,
 Is past in safetie through the narrow seas,   ·eaq025·
 And with his troopes doe march amaine towardes (London,
 And manie giddie people follow him.   [eaq027]

 _Oxf._ Tis best to looke to this betimes,
 For if this fire doe kindle any further,
 It will be hard for vs to quench it out.   ·eaq030·

 _War._ In _Warwike_shire _I_ haue true harted friends,
 Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in warre,
 Them will _I_ muster vp, and thou sonne _Clarence_ shalt   [eaq033]
 In _Essex_, _Suffolke_, _Norfolke_, and in _Kent_,
 Stir vp the knights and gentlemen to come with thee.   ·eaq035·
 And thou brother _Montague_, in _Leister_shire,
 _Buckingham_ and _Northampton_shire shalt finde,
 Men well inclinde to doe what thou commands,   [eaq038]
 And thou braue _Oxford_ wondrous well belou’d,
 Shalt in thy countries muster vp thy friends.   ·eaq040·
 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.

 _King._ Farewel my _Hector_, my _Troyes_ true hope.   ·eaq045·

 _War._ Farewell sweet Lords, lets meet at Couentrie.

 _All._ Agreed.      _Exeunt Omnes._


SCENE XVIII.

Enter _Edward_ and his traine.

 _Edw._ Sease on the shamefast _Henry_,   [ear001]
 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   [ear004]
 To meet with _Warwike_ and his confederates.   ·ear005·
               _Exeunt Omnes._


SCENE XIX.

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_?
 Where is the post that came from _Montague_?   ·eas005·

 _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   [eas009]
 His force, and doe expect him two houres hence.  ·eas010·

 _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!   [eas013]
 Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduste,   [eas014]
 That we could haue no newes of their repaire?   ·eas015·

 _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?
 Call _Warwike_ patron and be penitent,   [eas020]
 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.   [eas023]

 _War._ Twas _Warwike_ gaue the kingdome to thy brother.   [eas024]

 _Edw._ Why then tis mine, if but by _Warwikes_ gift.   ·eas025·

 _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,
 What is the bodie when the head is off?   ·eas030·

 _Glo._ Alasse that _Warwike_ had no more foresight,   [eas031]
 But whilst he sought to steale the single ten,   [eas032]
 The king was finelie fingerd from the decke?   [eas033]
 You left poore _Henry_ in the Bishops pallace,
 And ten to one you’le meet him in the Tower.   [eas035]

 _Edw._ Tis euen so, and yet you are olde _Warwike_ still.

 _War._ O cheerefull colours, see where Oxford comes.   [eas037]

    Enter _Oxford_ with drum and souldiers & al crie,

 _Oxf._ Oxford, Oxford, for _Lancaster_.      _Exit._   [eas038]

 _Edw._ The Gates are open, see they enter in,   [eas039]
 Lets follow them and bid them battaile in the streetes.   ·eas040·

 _Glo._ No, so some other might set vpon our backes,
 Weele staie till all be entered, and then follow them.   [eas042]

    Enter _Summerset_ with drum and souldiers.

 _Sum._ _Summerset_, _Summerset_, for _Lancaster_.      _Exit._

 _Glo._ Two of thy name both Dukes of Summerset,
 Haue solde their liues vnto the house of _Yorke_,   ·eas045·
 And thou shalt be the third and my sword hold.   [eas046]

    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.   [eas049]

    Enter _Clarence_ with drum and souldiers.

 _War._ And loe where George of Clarence sweepes   [eas050]
 Along, of power enough to bid his brother battell..

 _Cla._ Clarence, Clarence, for _Lancaster_.

 _Edw._ Et tu Brute, wilt thou stab _Cæsar_ too?   [eas052]
 A parlie sirra to _George_ of Clarence.   [eas053]

    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_.

 _War._ Com Clarence come, thou wilt if _Warwike_ call.   ·eas055·

 _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,
 And set vp _Lancaster_. Thinkest thou   ·eas060·
 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?   [eas064]
 Pardon me _Edward_, for _I_ haue done amisse,   ·eas065·
 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.   [eas069]

 _Glo._ Welcome good _Clarence_, this is brotherlie.   ·eas070·

 _War._ Oh passing traytor, periurd and vniust.

 _Edw._ Now _Warwike_, wilt thou leaue   [eas072]
 The towne and fight? or shall we beate the
 Stones about thine eares?

 _War._ Why _I_ am not coopt vppe heere for defence,   ·eas075·

 _I_ will awaie to Barnet presently,
 And bid thee battaile Edward if thou darest.   [eas077]

 _Edw._  Yes _Warwike_ he dares, and leades the waie,
 Lords to the field, saint _George_ and victorie.
               _Exeunt Omnes._


SCENE XX.

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.
 And by my fall the conquest to my foes,   ·eat005·
 Thus yeelds the Cedar to the axes edge,
 Whose armes gaue shelter to the princelie Eagle,
 Vnder whose shade the ramping Lion slept,   [eat008]
 Whose top branch ouerpeerd Ioues spreading tree.
 The wrinkles in my browes now fild with bloud,   ·eat010·
 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,
 My parkes, my walkes, my mannors that _I_ had,   [eat015]
 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.   [eat019]
 Our warlike _Queene_ with troopes is come from _France_,   ·eat020·
 And at _South-hampton_ landed all hir traine,   [eat021]
 And mightst thou liue, then would we neuer flie.   [eat022]

 _War._ Whie then I would not flie, nor haue I now,
 But _Hercules_ himselfe must yeeld to ods,
 For manie wounds receiu’d, and manie moe repaid,   [eat025]
 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
 And saie, commend me to my valiant brother,   ·eat030·
 And more he would haue spoke and more he said,   [eat031]
 Which sounded like a clamor in a vault,   [eat032]
 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,   [eat039]
 And cause retrait be sounded through the campe,   [eat040]
 That all our friends that yet remaine aliue,
 Maie be awarn’d and saue themselues by flight.   [eat042]
 That done, with them weele post vnto the _Queene_,
 And once more trie our fortune in the field.   _Ex. ambo._   [eat044]

    Enter _Edward_, _Clarence_, _Gloster_, with souldiers.

 _Edw._ Thus still our fortune giues vs victorie,   ·eat045·
 And girts our temples with triumphant ioies,   [eat046]
 The bigboond traytor _Warwike_ hath breathde his last,   [eat047]
 And heauen this daie hath smilde vpon vs all,   [eat048]
 But in this cleere and brightsome daie,
 _I_ see a blacke suspitious cloud appeare   ·eat050·
 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_   [eat053]
 Are landed, and meane once more to menace vs.

 _Glo._ _Oxford_ and _Summerset_ are fled to hir,   [eat055]
 And tis likelie if she haue time to breath,   [eat056]
 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_.
 Thither will we, for willingnes rids waie,   ·eat060·
 And in euerie countie as we passe along,   [eat061]
 Our strengthes shall be augmented.   [eat062]
 Come lets goe, for if we slacke this faire   [eat063]
 Bright Summers daie, sharpe winters
 Showers will marre our hope for haie.   _Ex. Omnes._   [eat065]


SCENE XXI.

Enter the _Queene_, _Prince Edward_, _Oxford_, and _Summerset_,
with drum and souldiers.

 _Quee._ Welcome to _England_, my louing friends of _Frāce_,   [eau001]
 And welcome _Summerset_, and _Oxford_ too.
 Once more haue we spread our sailes abroad,
 And though our tackling be almost consumde,
 And _Warwike_ as our maine mast ouerthrowne,   [eau005]
 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,
 To beare vs through that dangerous gulfe   ·eau010·
 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,   [eau014]
 Least he in time of need intise another,   [eau015]
 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,   [eau018]
 And single _Edward_ from his strongest guard,
 And hand to hand enforce him for to yeeld,   ·eau020·
 Or leaue my bodie as witnesse of my thoughts.

 _Oxf._ Women and children of so high resolue,
 And Warriors faint, why twere perpetuall   [eau023]
 Shame? Oh braue yong Prince, thy   [eau024]
 Noble grandfather doth liue againe in thee,   ·eau025·
 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
 Be hist, and wondered at if he arise.   [eau030]

    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.   [eau034]

    Enter king _Edward_, _Cla._ _Glo._ _Hast._ and Souldiers.

 _Edw._ See brothers, yonder stands the thornie wood,   ·eau035·
 Which by Gods assistance and your prowesse,
 Shall with our swords yer night be cleane cut downe.   [eau037]

 _Queen._ Lords, Knights & gentlemen, what _I_ should say,
 My teares gainesaie, for as you see, _I_ drinke
 The water of mine eies. Then no more   [eau040]
 But this. _Henry_ your king is prisoner   [eau041]
 In the tower, his land and all our friends
 Are quite distrest, and yonder standes
 The Wolfe that makes all this,
 Then on Gods name Lords togither cry saint _George_.   ·eau045·

 _All._ Saint _George_ for _Lancaster_.   [eau046]

    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.
 Awaie I will not heare them speake.   ·eau050·

 _Oxf._ For my part Ile not trouble thee with words.   [eau051]
               _Exit_ Oxford.

 _Sum._ Nor _I_, but stoope with patience to my death.   [eau052]
               _Exit Sum._

 _Edw._ Now _Edward_ what satisfaction canst thou make,
 For stirring vp my subiects to rebellion?

 _Prin._ Speake like a subiect proud ambitious Yorke,   ·eau055·
 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,   [eau058]
 Which traytor thou woudst haue me answere to.   [eau059]

 _Queen._ Oh that thy father had bin so resolu’d:   [eau060]

 _Glo._ That you might still haue kept your   [eau061]
 Peticote, and nere haue stolne the
 Breech from _Lancaster_.

 _Prince._ Let _Aesop_ fable in a winters night,
 His currish Riddles sorts not with this place.   ·eau065·

 _Glo._ By heauen brat _I_le 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.   [eau069]

 _Edw._ Peace wilfull boy, or _I_ will tame your tongue.   ·eau070·

 _Cla._ Vntuterd lad thou art too malepert.   [eau071]

 _Prin._ _I_ know my dutie, you are all vndutifull.
 Lasciuious _Edward_, and thou periurd _George_,
 And thou mishapen Dicke, I tell you all,
 I am your better, traytors as you be.   ·eau075·

 _Edw._ Take that, the litnes of this railer heere.   [eau076]

 _Queen._ Oh kill me too.

 _Glo._ Marrie and shall.

 _Edw._ Hold _Richard_ hold, for we haue doone too
                (much alreadie.   [eau079]

 _Glo._ Why should she liue to fill the world with words?   ·eau080·

 _Ed._ What doth she swound? make meanes for Her recouerie?   [eau081]

 _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.

 _Cla._ About what, prethe tell me?   ·eau085·

 _Glo._ The Tower man, the Tower, Ile root them out.   _Exit Gloster._

 _Queen._ Ah _Ned_, speake to thy mother boy? ah   [eau087]
 Thou canst not speake.
 Traytors, Tyrants, bloudie Homicides,
 They that stabd _Cæsar_ shed no bloud at all,   ·eau090·
 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,   [eau093]
 You haue no children Deuils, if you had,
 _T_he thought of them would then haue stopt your rage,   ·eau095·
 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.

 _Queen._ Naie nere beare me hence, dispatch   [eau100]
 Me heere, heere sheath thy sword,
 _I_le pardon thee my death. Wilt thou not?
 Then _Clarence_, doe thou doe it?   [eau103]

 _Cla._ By Heauen I would not doe thee so much ease.

 _Queen._ Good _Clarence_ doe, sweet Clarence kill me too.   ·eau105·

 _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_,   [eau109]
 Richard where art thou? He is not heere,   [eau110]
 Murder is his almes deed, petitioners
 For bloud he nere put backe.   [eau112]

 _Edw._ Awaie I saie, and take her hence perforce.

 _Queen._ So come to you and yours, as to this prince.   [eau114]
               _Ex._

 _Edw._ _Clarence_, whithers _Gloster_ gone?   [eau115]

 _Cla_ Marrie my Lord to London, and as I gesse, to   [eau116]
 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
 And thankes, and now let vs towards London,   [eau120]
 To see our gentle Queene how shee doth fare,   [eau121]
 For by this I hope shee hath a sonne for vs. _Exeunt Omnes._


SCENE XXII.

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,
 What scene of Death hath _Rosius_ now to act?   ·eav005·

 _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,
 Where my poore young was limde, was caught & kild.   ·eav010·

 _Glo._ Why, what a foole was that of Creete?
 That taught his sonne the office   [eav012]
 Of a birde, and yet for all that the poore
 Fowle was drownde.   [eav014]

 _Hen._ _I Dedalus_, my poore sonne _Icarus_,   ·eav015·
 Thy father _Minos_ that denide our course,
 Thy brother _Edward_, the sunne that searde his wings,
 And thou the enuious gulfe that swallowed him.   [eav018]
 Oh better can my brest abide thy daggers point,
 Then can mine eares that tragike historie.   ·eav020·

 _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.

 _Glo._ Thy sonne I kild for his presumption.   ·eav025·

 _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,
 And many an infants water standing eie,   ·eav030·
 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,   [eav034]
 Dogs howld and hideous tempests shooke down trees,   [eav035]
 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,
 To wit: an vndigest created lumpe,   ·eav040·
 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,
 Thou camst into the world   He stabs him.   [eav045]

 _Glo._  Die prophet in thy speech, _I_le heare   [eav046]
 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.

 _Glo._ What? will the aspiring bloud of _Lancaster_   ·eav050·
 Sinke into the ground, _I_ had thought it would haue
               mounted,   [eav051]
 See how my sword weepes for the poore kings death.
 Now maie such purple teares be alwaies shed,   [eav053]
 For such as seeke the downefall of our house.
 If anie sparke of life remaine in thee,    Stab him againe.   [eav055]
 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,
 That I came into the world with my legs forward,   [eav060]
 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,   [eav063]
 O Iesus blesse vs, he is borne with teeth.
 And so I was indeed, which plainelie signifide,   ·eav065·
 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,
 I haue no brothers, _I_ am like no brothers,   [eav070]
 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,
 But I will sort a pitchie daie for thee.   ·eav075·
 For I will buz abroad such prophesies,   [eav076]
 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,   [eav079]
 And by one and one I will dispatch the rest,   ·eav080·
 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._


SCENE XXIII.

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,   [eaw001]
 Repurchasde with the bloud of enemies,
 What valiant foemen like to _Autumnes_ corne,   [eaw003]
 Haue we mow’d downe in tops of all their pride?
 Three Dukes of _Summerset_, threefold renowmd   [eaw005]
 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.
 With them the two rough Beares, _Warwike_ and _Montague_,   ·eaw010·
 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.
 Come hither _Besse_, and let me kisse my boie,   ·eaw015·
 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,   [eaw018]
 That thou mightst repossesse the crowne in peace,
 And of our labours thou shalt reape the gaine.   ·eaw020·

 _Glo._ _I_le blast his haruest and your head were laid,   [eaw021]
 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,
 Worke thou the waie, and thou shalt execute.   ·eaw025·

 _Edward._ _Clarence_ and _Gloster_, loue my louelie Queene,   [eaw026]
 And kisse your princelie nephew brothers both.   [eaw027]

 _Cla._ The dutie that _I_ owe vnto your, Maiestie,   [eaw028]
 I seale vpon the rosiate lips of this sweet babe.

 _Queen._ Thankes noble Clarence worthie brother thankes.   ·eaw030·

 _Gloster._ And that I loue the fruit from whence thou   [eaw031]
 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.

 _Edward._ Nowe am _I_ seated as my soule delights,   ·eaw035·
 Hauing my countries peace, and brothers loues.   [eaw036]

 _Cla._ What will your grace haue done with _Margaret_,   [eaw037]
 _Ranard_ her father to the king of _France_,   [eaw038]
 Hath pawnd the _Cyssels_ and _Ierusalem_,   [eaw039]
 And hither haue they sent it for her ransome.   [eaw040]

 _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.
 Sound drums and Trumpets, farewell to sower annoy,   ·eaw045·
 For heere _I_ hope begins our lasting ioie.
               _Exeunt Omnes._


FINIS.


FOOTNOTES:

[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.




NOTES TO THE TRUE TRAGEDIE OF RICHARD DUKE OF YORKE.


NOTE I.

XX. 15. Mr Halliwell quotes ‘_and_ walkes’ as the reading of the
edition of 1619. Capell’s copy has ‘_my_ walkes.’ In Steevens’s reprint
the reading ‘and walkes’ occurs, and Mr Knight has followed him. See
note IV to ‘The First part of the Contention,’ &c.


NOTE II.

XXII. 79, 80. Instead of these lines Q3 has

 ‘King _Henry_, and the Prince his sonne are gone,
  And _Clarence_ thou art next must follow them,
  So by one and one dispatching all the rest, &c.’




KING RICHARD THE THIRD.


DRAMATIS PERSONÆ*.

 KING EDWARD the Fourth.
 sons to the King,
     EDWARD, Prince of Wales, afterwards King Edward V.
     RICHARD, Duke of York.
 brothers to the King,
     GEORGE, Duke of Clarence.
     RICHARD, Duke of Gloucester, afterwards King Richard III.
 A young son of Clarence.
 HENRY, Earl of Richmond, afterwards King Henry VII.
 CARDINAL BOURCHIER†, Archbishop of Canterbury.
 THOMAS ROTHERHAM, Archbishop of York.
 JOHN MORTON, Bishop of Ely.
 DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.
 DUKE OF NORFOLK.
 EARL OF SURREY, his son.
 EARL RIVERS, brother to Elizabeth.
 MARQUIS OF DORSET and LORD GREY, sons to Elizabeth.
 EARL OF OXFORD.
 LORD HASTINGS.
 LORD STANLEY, called also EARL OF DERBY.
 LORD LOVEL.
 SIR THOMAS VAUGHAN.
 SIR RICHARD RATCLIFF.
 SIR WILLIAM CATESBY.
 SIR JAMES TYRREL.
 SIR JAMES BLOUNT.
 SIR WALTER HERBERT.
 SIR ROBERT BRAKENBURY, Lieutenant of the Tower.
 CHRISTOPHER URSWICK, a priest. Another Priest.
 TRESSEL‡ and BERKELEY, gentlemen attending on the Lady Anne.
 Lord Mayor of London. Sheriff of Wiltshire.
 ELIZABETH, queen to King Edward IV.
 MARGARET, widow of King Henry VI.
 DUCHESS OF YORK, mother to King Edward IV.
 LADY ANNE, widow of Edward Prince of Wales, son to
     King Henry VI.; afterwards married to Richard.
 A young Daughter of Clarence (MARGARET PLANTAGENET).

Ghosts of those murdered by Richard III., Lords and other Attendants;
a Pursuivant, Scrivener, Citizens, Murderers, Messengers,
Soldiers, &c.

SCENE: _England_.

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 * DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.] First given, imperfectly, by Rowe.

 † BOURCHIER,] Capell. BOUCHIER, Knight.

 ‡ TRESSEL] TRUSSEL, French conj.


THE TRAGEDY OF KING RICHARD III.

ACT I.


SCENE I. _London. A street_.

_Enter_ RICHARD, DUKE OF GLOUCESTER, _solus_.

 _Glou._ Now is the winter of our discontent   [faa001]
 Made glorious summer by this sun of York;   [faa002]
 And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house   [faa003]
 In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.   [faa004]
 Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
 Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;    ·faa005·
 Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
 Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.   [faa007]
 Grim-visaged war hath smooth’d his wrinkled front;   [faa008]
 And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds   [faa009]
 To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,   [faa010]
 He capers nimbly in a lady’s chamber   [faa011]
 To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.   [faa013]
 But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,   [faa014]
 Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass:   [faa015]
 I, that am rudely stamp’d, and want love’s majesty   [faa016]
 To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
 I, that am curtail’d of this fair proportion,   [faa018]
 Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
 Deform’d, unfinish’d, sent before my time    ·faa020·
 Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,   [faa021]
 And that so lamely and unfashionable   [faa022]
 That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;   [faa023]
 Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,   [faa024]
 Have no delight to pass away the time,    ·faa025·
 Unless to spy my shadow in the sun   [faa026]
 And descant on mine own deformity:   [faa027]
 And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover
 To entertain these fair well-spoken days,   [faa029]
 I am determined to prove a villain    ·faa030·
 And hate the idle pleasures of these days.   [faa031]
 Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,   [faa032]
 By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams,   [faa033]
 To set my brother Clarence and the king
 In deadly hate the one against the other:    ·faa035·
 And if King Edward be as true and just
 As I am subtle, false and treacherous,
 This day should Clarence closely be mew’d up,
 About a prophecy, which says that G   [faa039]
 Of Edward’s heirs the murderer shall be.   [faa040]
 Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here Clarence comes.   [faa041]

    _Enter_ CLARENCE, _guarded, and_ BRAKENBURY.

 Brother, good day: what means this armed guard   [faa042]
 That waits upon your grace?

 _Clar._                     His majesty,   [faa043]
 Tendering my person’s safety, hath appointed
 This conduct to convey me to the Tower.    ·faa045·

 _Glou._ Upon what cause?

 _Clar._                  Because my name is George.

 _Glou._ Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours;
 He should, for that, commit your godfathers:   [faa048]
 O, belike his majesty hath some intent   [faa049]
 That you shall be new-christen’d in the Tower.   [faa050]
 But what’s the matter, Clarence? may I know?   [faa051]

 _Clar._ Yea, Richard, when I know; for I protest   [faa052]
 As yet I do not: but, as I can learn,
 He hearkens after prophecies and dreams;
 And from the cross-row plucks the letter G,    ·faa055·
 And says a wizard told him that by G
 His issue disinherited should be;
 And, for my name of George begins with G,
 It follows in his thought that I am he.   [faa059]
 These, as I learn, and such like toys as these   [faa060]
 Have moved his highness to commit me now.   [faa061]

 _Glou._ Why, this it is, when men are ruled by women:
 ’Tis not the king that sends you to the Tower;
 My Lady Grey his wife, Clarence, ’tis she
 That tempers him to this extremity.   [faa065]
 Was it not she and that good man of worship,
 Anthony Woodville, her brother there,   [faa067]
 That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower,   [faa068]
 From whence this present day he is deliver’d?   [faa069]
 We are not safe, Clarence; we are not safe.    ·faa070·

 _Clar._ By heaven, I think there’s no man is secure   [faa071]
 But the queen’s kindred and night-walking heralds
 That trudge betwixt the king and Mistress Shore.   [faa073]
 Heard ye not what an humble suppliant   [faa074]
 Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery?   [faa075]

 _Glou._ Humbly complaining to her deity   [faa076]
 Got my lord chamberlain his liberty.
 I’ll tell you what; I think it is our way,   [faa078]
 If we will keep in favour with the king,
 To be her men and wear her livery:    ·faa080·
 The jealous o’erworn widow and herself,
 Since that our brother dubb’d them gentlewomen,
 Are mighty gossips in this monarchy.   [faa083]

 _Brak._ I beseech your graces both to pardon me;   [faa084]
 His majesty hath straitly given in charge    ·faa085·
 That no man shall have private conference,
 Of what degree soever, with his brother.   [faa087]

 _Glou._ Even so; an’t please your worship, Brakenbury,   [faa088]
 You may partake of any thing we say:
 We speak no treason, man: we say the king    ·faa090·
 Is wise and virtuous, and his noble queen   [faa091]
 Well struck in years, fair, and not jealous;   [faa092]
 We say that Shore’s wife hath a pretty foot,
 A cherry lip, a bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue;   [faa094]
 And that the queen’s kindred are made gentle-folks:   [faa095]
 How say you, sir? can you deny all this?

 _Brak._ With this, my lord, myself have nought to do.   [faa097]

 _Glou._ Naught to do with Mistress Shore! I tell thee,
               fellow,   [faa098]
 He that doth naught with her, excepting one,
 Were best he do it secretly, alone.   [faa100]

 _Brak._ What one, my lord?

 _Glou._ Her husband, knave: wouldst thou betray me?   [faa102]

 _Brak._ I beseech your grace to pardon me, and withal   [faa103]
 Forbear your conference with the noble duke.   [faa104]

 _Clar._ We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey.   [faa105]

 _Glou._ We are the queen’s abjects, and must obey.   [faa106]
 Brother, farewell: I will unto the king;
 And whatsoever you will employ me in,   [faa108]
 Were it to call King Edward’s widow sister,
 I will perform it to enfranchise you.    ·faa110·
 Meantime, this deep disgrace in brotherhood   [faa111]
 Touches me deeper than you can imagine.

 _Clar._ I know it pleaseth neither of us well.

 _Glou._ Well, your imprisonment shall not be long;
 I will deliver you, or else lie for you:   [faa115]
 Meantime, have patience.

 _Clar._                  I must perforce. Farewell.   [faa116]
               [_Exeunt Clarence, Brakenbury, and Guard._

 _Glou._ Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne’er return,   [faa117]
 Simple, plain Clarence! I do love thee so,
 That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven,
 If heaven will take the present at our hands.   [faa120]
 But who comes here? the new-deliver’d Hastings?   [faa121]

    _Enter_ LORD HASTINGS.

 _Hast._ Good time of day unto my gracious lord!

 _Glou._ As much unto my good lord chamberlain!
 Well are you welcome to the open air.   [faa124]
 How hath your lordship brook’d imprisonment?    ·faa125·

 _Hast._ With patience, noble lord, as prisoners must:
 But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks
 That were the cause of my imprisonment.

 _Glou._ No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence too:
 For they that were your enemies are his,    ·faa130·
 And have prevail’d as much on him as you.

 _Hast._ More pity that the eagle should be mew’d,   [faa132]
 While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.   [faa133]

 _Glou._ What news abroad?   [faa134]

 _Hast._ No news so bad abroad as this at home;    ·faa135·
 The king is sickly, weak and melancholy,
 And his physicians fear him mightily.

 _Glou._ Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad indeed.   [faa138]
 O, he hath kept an evil diet long,   [faa139]
 And overmuch consumed his royal person:    ·faa140·
 ’Tis very grievous to be thought upon.
 What, is he in his bed?   [faa142]

 _Hast._ He is.   [faa143]

 _Glou._ Go you before, and I will follow you.   [_Exit Hastings_
 He cannot live, I hope; and must not die    ·faa145·
 Till George be pack’d with post-horse up to heaven.   [faa146]
 I’ll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence,
 With lies well steel’d with weighty arguments;   [faa148]
 And, if I fail not in my deep intent,
 Clarence hath not another day to live:    ·faa150·
 Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy,
 And leave the world for me to bustle in!
 For then I’ll marry Warwick’s youngest daughter.
 What though I kill’d her husband and her father?   [faa154]
 The readiest way to make the wench amends    ·faa155·
 Is to become her husband and her father:
 The which will I; not all so much for love
 As for another secret close intent,
 By marrying her which I must reach unto.   [faa159]
 But yet I run before my horse to market:    ·faa160·
 Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives and reigns;   [faa161]
 When they are gone, then must I count my gains.   [_Exit._


SCENE II.  _The same. Another street_.

_Enter the corpse of_ KING HENRY the Sixth, Gentlemen _with halberds
to guard it;_ LADY ANNE _being the mourner_.

 _Anne._ Set down, set down your honourable load--   [fab001]
 If honour may be shrouded in a hearse--
 Whilst I awhile obsequiously lament   [fab003]
 The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.
 Poor key-cold figure of a holy king!   [fab005]
 Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster!
 Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood!
 Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost,   [fab008]
 To hear the lamentations of poor Anne,
 Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter’d son,    ·fab010·
 Stabb’d by the selfsame hand that made these wounds!   [fab011]
 Lo, in these windows that let forth thy life   [fab012]
 I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes.   [fab013]
 Cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes!   [fab014]
 Cursed be the heart that had the heart to do it!   [fab015]
 Cursed the blood that let this blood from hence!   [fab016]
 More direful hap betide that hated wretch,
 That makes us wretched by the death of thee,
 Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads,   [fab019]
 Or any creeping venom’d thing that lives!    ·fab020·
 If ever he have child, abortive be it,   [fab021]
 Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,
 Whose ugly and unnatural aspect
 May fright the hopeful mother at the view;
 And that be heir to his unhappiness!   [fab025]
 If ever he have wife, let her be made   [fab026]
 As miserable by the death of him   [fab027]
 As I am made by my poor lord and thee!   [fab028]
 Come, now towards Chertsey with your holy load,   [fab029]
 Taken from Paul’s to be interred there;    ·fab030·
 And still, as you are weary of the weight,   [fab031]
 Rest you, whiles I lament King Henry’s corse.   [fab032]

    _Enter_ GLOUCESTER.

 _Glou._ Stay, you that bear the corse, and set it down.

 _Anne._ What black magician conjures up this fiend,
 To stop devoted charitable deeds?    ·fab035·

 _Glou._ Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul,   [fab036]
 I’ll make a corse of him that disobeys.

 _Gent._ My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass.   [fab038]

 _Glou._ Unmanner’d dog! stand thou, when I command:   [fab039]
 Advance thy halberd higher than my breast,   [fab040]
 Or, by Saint Paul, I’ll strike thee to my foot,
 And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness.   [fab042]

 _Anne._ What, do you tremble? are you all afraid?
 Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal,
 And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.    ·fab045·
 Avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell!   [fab046]
 Thou hadst but power over his mortal body,
 His soul thou canst not have; therefore, be gone.   [fab048]

 _Glou._ Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst.

 _Anne._ Foul devil, for God’s sake, hence, and trouble us
               not;   [fab050]
 For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell,
 Fill’d it with cursing cries and deep exclaims.
 If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,
 Behold this pattern of thy butcheries.
 O, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry’s wounds    ·fab055·
 Open their congeal’d mouths and bleed afresh.
 Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity;
 For ’tis thy presence that exhales this blood
 From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells;   [fab059]
 Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural,   [fab060]
 Provokes this deluge most unnatural.
 O God, which this blood madest, revenge his death!
 O earth, which this blood drink’st, revenge his death!   [fab063]
 Either heaven with lightning strike the murderer dead,   [fab064]
 Or earth, gape open wide and eat him quick,   [fab065]
 As thou dost swallow up this good king’s blood,   [fab066]
 Which his hell-govern’d arm hath butchered!   [fab067]

 _Glou._ Lady, you know no rules of charity,   [fab068]
 Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.   [fab069]

 _Anne._ Villain, thou know’st no law of God nor man:   [fab070]
 No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.

 _Glou._ But I know none, and therefore am no beast.

 _Anne._ O wonderful, when devils tell the truth!   [fab073]

 _Glou._ More wonderful, when angels are so angry.
 Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman,   [fab075]
 Of these supposed evils, to give me leave,   [fab076]
 By circumstance, but to acquit myself.

 _Anne._ Vouchsafe, defused infection of a man,   [fab078]
 For these known evils, but to give me leave,   [fab079]
 By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self.    ·fab080·

 _Glou._ Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have
 Some patient leisure to excuse myself.

 _Anne._ Fouler than heart can think thee, thou canst make   [fab083]
 No excuse current, but to hang thyself.   [fab084]

 _Glou._ By such despair, I should accuse myself.    ·fab085·

 _Anne._ And, by despairing, shouldst thou stand excused   [fab086]
 For doing worthy vengeance on thyself,
 Which didst unworthy slaughter upon others.   [fab088]

 _Glou._ Say that I slew them not?

 _Anne._                           Why, then they are not
               dead:   [fab089]
 But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee.    ·fab090·

 _Glou._ I did not kill your husband.

 _Anne._                              Why, then he is alive.   [fab091]

 _Glou._ Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward’s hand.   [fab092]

 _Anne._ In thy foul throat thou liest: Queen Margaret saw   [fab093]
 Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood;   [fab094]
 The which thou once didst bend against her breast,   [fab095]
 But that thy brothers beat aside the point.   [fab096]

 _Glou._ I was provoked by her slanderous tongue,   [fab097]
 Which laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders.   [fab098]

 _Anne._ Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind,
 Which never dreamt on aught but butcheries:   [fab100]
 Didst thou not kill this king?

 _Glou._                        I grant ye.   [fab101]

 _Anne._ Dost grant me, hedgehog? then, God grant me too   [fab102]
 Thou mayst be damned for that wicked deed!
 O, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous!

 _Glou._ The fitter for the King of heaven, that hath him.   [fab105]

 _Anne._ He is in heaven, where thou shalt never come.

 _Glou._ Let him thank me, that holp to send him thither;   [fab107]
 For he was fitter for that place than earth.

 _Anne._ And thou unfit for any place but hell.

 _Glou._ Yes, one place else, if you will hear me name it.   [fab110]

 _Anne._ Some dungeon.

 _Glou._               Your bed-chamber.   [fab111]

 _Anne._ Ill rest betide the chamber where thou liest!

 _Glou._ So will it, madam, till I lie with you.

 _Anne._ I hope so.

 _Glou._            I know so. But, gentle Lady Anne,   [fab114]
 To leave this keen encounter of our wits,   [fab115]
 And fall somewhat into a slower method,   [fab116]
 Is not the causer of the timeless deaths   [fab117]
 Of these Plantagenets, Henry and Edward,
 As blameful as the executioner?   [fab119]

 _Anne._ Thou art the cause, and most accursed effect.   [fab120]

 _Glou._ Your beauty was the cause of that effect;
 Your beauty, which did haunt me in my sleep   [fab122]
 To undertake the death of all the world,
 So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.   [fab124]

 _Anne._ If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide,    ·fab125·
 These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks.   [fab126]

 _Glou._ These eyes could never endure sweet beauty’s wreck;   [fab127]
 You should not blemish it, if I stood by:   [fab128]
 As all the world is cheered by the sun,   [fab129]
 So I by that; it is my day, my life.    ·fab130·

 _Anne._ Black night o’ershade thy day, and death thy life!   [fab131]

 _Glou._ Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both.   [fab132]

 _Anne._ I would I were, to be revenged on thee.

 _Glou._ It is a quarrel most unnatural,
 To be revenged on him that loveth you.   [fab135]

 _Anne._ It is a quarrel just and reasonable,
 To be revenged on him that slew my husband.   [fab137]

 _Glou._ He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband,   [fab138]
 Did it to help thee to a better husband.

 _Anne._ His better doth not breathe upon the earth.    ·fab140·

 _Glou._ He lives that loves you better than he could.   [fab141]

 _Anne._ Name him.

 _Glou._           Plantagenet.

 _Anne._                        Why, that was he.   [fab142]

 _Glou._ The selfsame name, but one of better nature.

 _Anne._ Where is he?   [fab144]

 _Glou._             Here. [_She spitteth at him._] Why dost thou spit
               at me?   [fab145]

 _Anne._ Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake!

 _Glou._ Never came poison from so sweet a place.   [fab147]

 _Anne._ Never hung poison on a fouler toad.
 Out of my sight! thou dost infect my eyes.   [fab149]

 _Glou._ Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine.    ·fab150·

 _Anne._ Would they were basilisks, to strike thee dead!

 _Glou._ I would they were, that I might die at once;
 For now they kill me with a living death.   [fab153]
 Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears,
 Shamed their aspect with store of childish drops:   [fab155]
 These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear,   [fab156]
 No, when my father York and Edward wept,   [fab157]
 To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made
 When black-faced Clifford shook his sword at him;
 Nor when thy warlike father, like a child,   [fab160]
 Told the sad story of my father’s death,
 And twenty times made pause to sob and weep,
 That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks,
 Like trees bedash’d with rain: in that sad time
 My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear;    ·fab165·
 And what these sorrows could not thence exhale,
 Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping.
 I never sued to friend nor enemy;   [fab168]
 My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing words;   [fab169]
 But, now thy beauty is proposed my fee,    ·fab170·
 My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak.   [fab171]
               [_She looks scornfully at him._
 Teach not thy lips such scorn, for they were made   [fab172]
 For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
 If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,
 Lo, here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword;    ·fab175·
 Which if thou please to hide in this true bosom,   [fab176]
 And let the soul forth that adoreth thee,   [fab177]
 I lay it naked to the deadly stroke,    [fab178]
 And humbly beg the death upon my knee.   [fab179]
               [_He lays his breast open: she offers at it with his
                 sword._
 Nay, do not pause; for I did kill King Henry,   [fab180]
 But ’twas thy beauty that provoked me.
 Nay, now dispatch; ’twas I that stabb’d young Edward,   [fab182]
 But ’twas thy heavenly face that set me on.   [fab183]
               [_Here she lets fall the sword._
 Take up the sword again, or take up me.   [fab184]

 _Anne._ Arise, dissembler: though I wish thy death,    ·fab185·
 I will not be the executioner.   [fab186]

 _Glou._ Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it.

 _Anne._ I have already.

 _Glou._                 Tush, that was in thy rage:   [fab188]
 Speak it again, and, even with the word,   [fab189]
 That hand, which, for thy love, did kill thy love,   [fab190]
 Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love;
 To both their deaths thou shalt be accessary.   [fab192]

 _Anne._ I would I knew thy heart.   [fab193]

 _Glou._ ’Tis figured in my tongue.

 _Anne._ I fear me both are false.    ·fab195·

 _Glou._ Then never man was true.   [fab196]

 _Anne._ Well, well, put up your sword.

 _Glou._ Say, then, my peace is made.

 _Anne._ That shall you know hereafter.   [fab199]

 _Glou._ But shall I live in hope?   [fab200]

 _Anne._ All men, I hope, live so.

 _Glou._ Vouchsafe to wear this ring.   [fab202]

 _Anne._ To take is not to give.   [fab203]

 _Glou._ Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger,   [fab204]
 Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart;   [fab205]
 Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.   [fab206]
 And if thy poor devoted suppliant may   [fab207]
 But beg one favour at thy gracious hand,
 Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever.   [fab209]

 _Anne._ What is it?   [fab210]

 _Glou._ That it would please thee leave these sad designs   [fab211]
 To him that hath more cause to be a mourner,   [fab212]
 And presently repair to Crosby Place;   [fab213]
 Where, after I have solemnly interr’d
 At Chertsey monastery this noble king,    ·fab215·
 And wet his grave with my repentant tears,
 I will with all expedient duty see you:
 For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you,
 Grant me this boon.

 _Anne._ With all my heart; and much it joys me too,    ·fab220·
 To see you are become so penitent.
 Tressel and Berkeley, go along with me.   [fab222]

 _Glou._ Bid me farewell.

 _Anne._                  ’Tis more than you deserve;
 But since you teach me how to flatter you,
 Imagine I have said farewell already.   [fab225]
               [_Exeunt Lady Anne, Tressel, and Berkeley._

 _Glou._ Sirs, take up the corse.

 _Gent._                    Towards Chertsey, noble lord?   [fab226]

 _Glou._ No, to White-Friars; there attend my coming.   [fab227]
               [_Exeunt all but Gloucester._
 Was ever woman in this humour woo’d?   [fab228]
 Was ever woman in this humour won?   [fab229]
 I’ll have her; but I will not keep her long.    ·fab230·
 What! I, that kill’d her husband and his father,   [fab231]
 To take her in her heart’s extremest hate,   [fab232]
 With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
 The bleeding witness of her hatred by;   [fab234]
 Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me,   [fab235]
 And I nothing to back my suit at all,   [fab236]
 But the plain devil and dissembling looks,
 And yet to win her, all the world to nothing!   [fab238]
 Ha!   [fab239]
 Hath she forgot already that brave prince,    ·fab240·
 Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since,
 Stabb’d in my angry mood at Tewksbury?
 A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,   [fab243]
 Framed in the prodigality of nature,
 Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal,   [fab245]
 The spacious world cannot again afford:   [fab246]
 And will she yet debase her eyes on me,   [fab247]
 That cropp’d the golden prime of this sweet prince,   [fab248]
 And made her widow to a woful bed?   [fab249]
 On me, whose all not equals Edward’s moiety?   [fab250]
 On me, that halt and am unshapen thus?   [fab251]
 My dukedom to a beggarly denier,   [fab252]
 I do mistake my person all this while:
 Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot,
 Myself to be a marvellous proper man.    ·fab255·
 I’ll be at charges for a looking-glass,   [fab256]
 And entertain some score or two of tailors,   [fab257]
 To study fashions to adorn my body:   [fab258]
 Since I am crept in favour with myself,
 I will maintain it with some little cost.   [fab260]
 But first I’ll turn yon fellow in his grave;   [fab261]
 And then return lamenting to my love.
 Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass,   [fab263]
 That I may see my shadow as I pass.      [_Exit._


SCENE III. _The palace_.

_Enter_ QUEEN ELIZABETH, LORD RIVERS, _and_ LORD GREY.

 _Riv._ Have patience, madam: there’s no doubt his majesty   [fac001]
 Will soon recover his accustom’d health.

 _Grey._ In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse:   [fac003]
 Therefore, for God’s sake, entertain good comfort,
 And cheer his grace with quick and merry words.   [fac005]

 _Q. Eliz._ If he were dead, what would betide of me?   [fac006]

 _Riv._ No other harm but loss of such a lord.   [fac007]

 _Q. Eliz._ The loss of such a lord includes all harm.   [fac008]

 _Grey._ The heavens have bless’d you with a goodly son,
 To be your comforter when he is gone.    ·fac010·

 _Q. Eliz._ Oh, he is young, and his minority   [fac011]
 Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloucester,   [fac012]
 A man that loves not me, nor none of you.

 _Riv._ Is it concluded he shall be protector?   [fac014]

 _Q. Eliz._ It is determined, not concluded yet:    ·fac015·
 But so it must be, if the king miscarry.   [fac016]

    _Enter_ BUCKINGHAM and DERBY.

 _Grey._ Here come the lords of Buckingham and Derby.   [fac017]

 _Buck._ Good time of day unto your royal grace!

 _Der._ God make your majesty joyful as you have been!

 _Q. Eliz._ The Countess Richmond, good my Lord of Derby,    ·fac020·
 To your good prayers will scarcely say amen.   [fac021]
 Yet, Derby, notwithstanding she’s your wife,
 And loves not me, be you, good lord, assured
 I hate not you for her proud arrogance.   [fac024]

 _Der._ I do beseech you, either not believe   [fac025]
 The envious slanders of her false accusers;   [fac026]
 Or, if she be accused in true report,   [fac027]
 Bear with her weakness, which, I think, proceeds
 From wayward sickness, and no grounded malice.

 _Riv._ Saw you the king to-day, my Lord of Derby?   [fac030]

 _Der._ But now the Duke of Buckingham and I
 Are come from visiting his majesty.   [fac032]

 _Q. Eliz._ What likelihood of his amendment, lords?   [fac033]

 _Buck._ Madam, good hope; his grace speaks cheerfully.   [fac034]

 _Q. Eliz._ God grant him health! Did you confer with him?    ·fac035·

 _Buck._ Madam, we did: he desires to make atonement   [fac036]
 Betwixt the Duke of Gloucester and your brothers,   [fac037]
 And betwixt them and my lord chamberlain;
 And sent to warn them to his royal presence.   [fac039]

 _Q. Eliz._ Would all were well! but that will never be:    ·fac040·
 I fear our happiness is at the highest.   [fac041]

    _Enter_ GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, _and_ DORSET.

 _Glou._ They do me wrong, and I will not endure it:
 Who are they that complain unto the king,   [fac043]
 That I, forsooth, am stern and love them not?   [fac044]
 By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly   [fac045]
 That fill his ears with such dissentious rumours.   [fac046]
 Because I cannot flatter and speak fair,   [fac047]
 Smile in men’s faces, smooth, deceive and cog,   [fac048]
 Duck with French nods and apish courtesy,
 I must be held a rancorous enemy.    ·fac050·
 Cannot a plain man live and think no harm,
 But thus his simple truth must be abused   [fac052]
 By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks?   [fac053]

 _Riv._ To whom in all this presence speaks your grace?   [fac054]

 _Glou._ To thee, that hast nor honesty nor grace.   [fac055]
 When have I injured thee? when done thee wrong?
 Or thee? or thee? or any of your faction?   [fac057]
 A plague upon you all! His royal person--   [fac058]
 Whom God preserve better than you would wish!--   [fac059]
 Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing-while,    ·fac060·
 But you must trouble him with lewd complaints.

 _Q. Eliz._ Brother of Gloucester, you mistake the matter.
 The king, of his own royal disposition,   [fac063]
 And not provoked by any suitor else;   [fac064]
 Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred,    ·fac065·
 Which in your outward actions shows itself   [fac066]
 Against my kindred, brothers, and myself,   [fac067]
 Makes him to send; that thereby he may gather   [fac068]
 The ground of your ill-will, and so remove it.

 _Glou._ I cannot tell: the world is grown so bad,    ·fac070·
 That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch:   [fac071]
 Since every Jack became a gentleman,
 There’s many a gentle person made a Jack.

 _Q. Eliz._ Come, come, we know your meaning, brother Gloucester;
 You envy my advancement and my friends’:   [fac075]
 God grant we never may have need of you!

 _Glou._ Meantime, God grants that we have need of you:   [fac077]
 Our brother is imprison’d by your means,
 Myself disgraced, and the nobility
 Held in contempt; whilst many fair promotions   [fac080]
 Are daily given to ennoble those
 That scarce, some two days since, were worth a noble.

 _Q. Eliz._ By Him that raised me to this careful height
 From that contented hap which I enjoy’d,
 I never did incense his majesty    ·fac085·
 Against the Duke of Clarence, but have been
 An earnest advocate to plead for him.
 My lord, you do me shameful injury,
 Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects.   [fac089]

 _Glou._ You may deny that you were not the cause   [fac090]
 Of my Lord Hastings’ late imprisonment.

 _Riv._ She may, my lord, for--   [fac092]

 _Glou._ She may, Lord Rivers! why, who knows not so?
 She may do more, sir, than denying that:
 She may help you to many fair preferments;   [fac095]
 And then deny her aiding hand therein,
 And lay those honours on your high deserts.   [fac097]
 What may she not? She may, yea, marry, may she,--   [fac098]

 _Riv._ What, marry, may she?   [fac099]

 _Glou._ What, marry, may she! marry with a king,    ·fac100·
 A bachelor, a handsome stripling too:   [fac101]
 I wis your grandam had a worser match.   [fac102]

 _Q. Eliz._ My Lord of Gloucester, I have too long borne
 Your blunt upbraidings and your bitter scoffs:
 By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty    ·fac105·
 With those gross taunts I often have endured.   [fac106]
 I had rather be a country servant-maid
 Than a great queen, with this condition,   [fac108]
 To be thus taunted, scorn’d, and baited at:   [fac109]

    _Enter_ QUEEN MARGARET, _behind_.

 Small joy have I in being England’s queen.    ·fac110·

 _Q. Mar._ And lessen’d be that small, God, I beseech thee!   [fac111]
 Thy honour, state and seat is due to me.

 _Glou._ What! threat you me with telling of the king?   [fac113]
 Tell him, and spare not: look, what I have said   [fac114]
 I will avouch in presence of the king:   [fac115]
 I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower.   [fac116]
 ’Tis time to speak; my pains are quite forgot.   [fac117]

 _Q. Mar._ Out, devil! I remember them too well:   [fac118]
 Thou slewest my husband Henry in the Tower,   [fac119]
 And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury.    ·fac120·

 _Glou._ Ere you were queen, yea, or your husband king,   [fac121]
 I was a pack-horse in his great affairs;
 A weeder out of his proud adversaries,
 A liberal rewarder of his friends:
 To royalise his blood I spilt mine own.   [fac125]

 _Q. Mar._ Yea, and much better blood than his or thine.   [fac126]

 _Glou._ In all which time you and your husband Grey
 Were factious for the house of Lancaster;
 And, Rivers, so were you. Was not your husband   [fac129]
 In Margaret’s battle at Saint Alban’s slain?    ·fac130·
 Let me put in your minds, if you forget,   [fac131]
 What you have been ere now, and what you are;   [fac132]
 Withal, what I have been, and what I am.

 _Q. Mar._ A murderous villain, and so still thou art.

 _Glou._ Poor Clarence did forsake his father, Warwick;    ·fac135·
 Yea, and forswore himself,--which Jesu pardon!--

 _Q. Mar._ Which God revenge!

 _Glou._ To fight on Edward’s party for the crown;
 And for his meed, poor lord, he is mew’d up.
 I would to God my heart were flint, like Edward’s;    ·fac140·
 Or Edward’s soft and pitiful, like mine:
 I am too childish-foolish for this world.   [fac142]

 _Q. Mar._ Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave the world,   [fac143]
 Thou cacodemon! there thy kingdom is.

 _Riv._ My Lord of Gloucester, in those busy days    ·fac145·
 Which here you urge to prove us enemies,
 We follow’d then our lord, our lawful king:   [fac147]
 So should we you, if you should be our king.   [fac148]

 _Glou._ If I should be! I had rather be a pedlar:   [fac149]
 Far be it from my heart, the thought of it!   [fac150]

 _Q. Eliz._ As little joy, my lord, as you suppose   [fac151]
 You should enjoy, were you this country’s king,
 As little joy may you suppose in me,   [fac153]
 That I enjoy, being the queen thereof.

 _Q. Mar._ A little joy enjoys the queen thereof;   [fac155]
 For I am she, and altogether joyless.
 I can no longer hold me patient.      [_Advancing._   [fac157]
 Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out
 In sharing that which you have pill’d from me!   [fac159]
 Which of you trembles not that looks on me?   [fac160]
 If not, that, I being queen, you bow like subjects,   [fac161]
 Yet that, by you deposed, you quake like rebels?   [fac162]
 O gentle villain, do not turn away!   [fac163]

 _Glou._ Foul wrinkled witch, what makest thou in my sight?

 _Q. Mar._ But repetition of what thou hast marr’d;    ·fac165·
 That will I make before I let thee go.

 _Glou._ Wert thou not banished on pain of death?   [fac167]

 _Q. Mar._ I was; but I do find more pain in banishment
 Than death can yield me here by my abode.   [fac169]
 A husband and a son thou owest to me;   [fac170]
 And thou a kingdom; all of you allegiance:
 The sorrow that I have, by right is yours,   [fac172]
 And all the pleasures you usurp are mine.   [fac173]

 _Glou._ The curse my noble father laid on thee,
 When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper    ·fac175·
 And with thy scorns drew’st rivers from his eyes,   [fac176]
 And then, to dry them, gavest the duke a clout
 Steep’d in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland,--   [fac178]
 His curses, then from bitterness of soul
 Denounced against thee, are all fall’n upon thee;   [fac180]
 And God, not we, hath plagued thy bloody deed.   [fac181]

 _Q. Eliz._ So just is God, to right the innocent.   [fac182]

 _Hast._ O, ’twas the foulest deed to slay that babe,
 And the most merciless that e’er was heard of!   [fac184]

 _Riv._ Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported.    ·fac185·

 _Dor._ No man but prophesied revenge for it.

 _Buck._ Northumberland, then present, wept to see it.

 _Q. Mar._ What! were you snarling all before I came,
 Ready to catch each other by the throat,
 And turn you all your hatred now on me?   [fac190]
 Did York’s dread curse prevail so much with heaven
 That Henry’s death, my lovely Edward’s death,
 Their kingdom’s loss, my woful banishment,   [fac193]
 Could all but answer for that peevish brat?   [fac194]
 Can curses pierce the clouds and enter heaven?    ·fac195·
 Why, then, give way, dull clouds, to my quick curses!
 If not by war, by surfeit die your king,   [fac197]
 As ours by murder, to make him a king!   [fac198]
 Edward thy son, which now is Prince of Wales,   [fac199]
 For Edward my son, which was Prince of Wales,   [fac200]
 Die in his youth by like untimely violence!   [fac201]
 Thyself a queen, for me that was a queen,
 Outlive thy glory, like my wretched self!
 Long mayst thou live to wail thy children’s loss;   [fac204]
 And see another, as I see thee now,   [fac205]
 Deck’d in thy rights, as thou art stall’d in mine!   [fac206]
 Long die thy happy days before thy death;
 And, after many lengthen’d hours of grief,   [fac208]
 Die neither mother, wife, nor England’s queen!
 Rivers and Dorset, you were standers by,    ·fac210·
 And so wast thou, Lord Hastings, when my son   [fac211]
 Was stabb’d with bloody daggers: God, I pray him,
 That none of you may live your natural age,   [fac213]
 But by some unlook’d accident cut off!   [fac214]

 _Glou._ Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither’d hag!    ·fac215·

 _Q. Mar._ And leave out thee? stay, dog, for thou shalt hear
               me.   [fac216]
 If heaven have any grievous plague in store   [fac217]
 Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee,
 O, let them keep it till thy sins be ripe,
 And then hurl down their indignation    ·fac220·
 On thee, the troubler of the poor world’s peace!   [fac221]
 The worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul!
 Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou livest,
 And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends!   [fac224]
 No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine,   [fac225]
 Unless it be whilst some tormenting dream   [fac226]
 Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils!   [fac227]
 Thou elvish-mark’d, abortive, rooting hog!   [fac228]
 Thou that wast seal’d in thy nativity
 The slave of nature and the son of hell!   [fac230]
 Thou slander of thy mother’s heavy womb!   [fac231]
 Thou loathed issue of thy father’s loins!
 Thou rag of honour! thou detested--   [fac233]

 _Glou._  Margaret.

 _Q. Mar._         Richard!

 _Glou._                    Ha!

 _Q. Mar._                      I call thee not.   [fac234]

 _Glou._ I cry thee mercy then, for I had thought   [fac235]
 That thou hadst call’d me all these bitter names.   [fac236]

 _Q. Mar._ Why, so I did; but look’d for no reply.   [fac237]
 O, let me make the period to my curse!

 _Glou._ ’Tis done by me, and ends in ‘Margaret.’   [fac239]

 _Q. Eliz._ Thus have you breathed your curse against
               yourself.   [fac240]

 _Q. Mar._ Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my fortune!
 Why strew’st thou sugar on that bottled spider,   [fac242]
 Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about?
 Fool, fool! thou whet’st a knife to kill thyself.
 The time will come that thou shalt wish for me   [fac245]
 To help thee curse that poisonous bunch-back’d toad.   [fac246]

 _Hast._ False-boding woman, end thy frantic curse,   [fac247]
 Lest to thy harm thou move our patience.

 _Q. Mar._ Foul shame upon you! you have all moved mine.   [fac249]

 _Riv._ Were you well served, you would be taught your duty.    ·fac250·

 _Q. Mar._ To serve me well, you all should do me duty,   [fac251]
 Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects:   [fac252]
 O, serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty!   [fac253]

 _Dor._ Dispute not with her; she is lunatic.

 _Q. Mar._ Peace, master marquess, you are malapert:    ·fac255·
 Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current.
 O, that your young nobility could judge   [fac257]
 What ’twere to lose it, and be miserable!
 They that stand high have many blasts to shake them;   [fac259]
 And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.   [fac260]

 _Glou._ Good counsel, marry: learn it, learn it, marquess.

 _Dor._ It toucheth you, my lord, as much as me.   [fac262]

 _Glou._ Yea, and much more: but I was born so high,   [fac263]
 Our aery buildeth in the cedar’s top,
 And dallies with the wind and scorns the sun.    ·fac265·

 _Q. Mar._ And turns the sun to shade; alas! alas!
 Witness my son, now in the shade of death;   [fac267]
 Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath
 Hath in eternal darkness folded up.
 Your aery buildeth in our aery’s nest.   [fac270]
 O God, that seest it, do not suffer it;
 As it was won with blood, lost be it so!   [fac272]

 _Buck._ Have done! for shame, if not for charity.   [fac273]

 _Q. Mar._ Urge neither charity nor shame to me:
 Uncharitably with me have you dealt,    ·fac275·
 And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher’d.   [fac276]
 My charity is outrage, life my shame;
 And in that shame still live my sorrow’s rage!   [fac278]

 _Buck._ Have done, have done.   [fac279]

 _Q. Mar._ O princely Buckingham, I’ll kiss thy hand,   [fac280]
 In sign of league and amity with thee:
 Now fair befal thee and thy noble house!   [fac282]
 Thy garments are not spotted with our blood,
 Nor thou within the compass of my curse.

 _Buck._ Nor no one here; for curses never pass   [fac285]
 The lips of those that breathe them in the air.   [fac286]

 _Q. Mar._ I’ll not believe but they ascend the sky,   [fac287]
 And there awake God’s gentle-sleeping peace.   [fac288]
 O Buckingham, take heed of yonder dog!   [fac289]
 Look, when he fawns, he bites; and when he bites,    ·fac290·
 His venom tooth will rankle to the death:   [fac291]
 Have not to do with him, beware of him;   [fac292]
 Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him,   [fac293]
 And all their ministers attend on him.

 _Glou._ What doth she say, my Lord of Buckingham?    ·fac295·

 _Buck._  Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord.

 _Q. Mar._ What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel?   [fac297]
 And soothe the devil that I warn thee from?   [fac298]
 O, but remember this another day,
 When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow,    ·fac300·
 And say poor Margaret was a prophetess.   [fac301]
 Live each of you the subjects to his hate,   [fac302]
 And he to yours, and all of you to God’s!   [_Exit._   [fac303]

 _Hast._ My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses.   [fac304]

 _Riv._ And so doth mine: I muse why she’s at liberty.   [fac305]

 _Glou._ I cannot blame her: by God’s holy mother,
 She hath had too much wrong; and I repent
 My part thereof that I have done to her.   [fac308]

 _Q. Eliz._ I never did her any, to my knowledge.   [fac309]

 _Glou._ But you have all the vantage of her wrong.   [fac310]
 I was too hot to do somebody good,   [fac311]
 That is too cold in thinking of it now.   [fac312]
 Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid;   [fac313]
 He is frank’d up to fatting for his pains:
 God pardon them that are the cause of it!   [fac315]

 _Riv._ A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion,   [fac316]
 To pray for them that have done scathe to us.

 _Glou._ So do I ever: [_Aside_] being well advised:   [fac318]
 For had I cursed now, I had cursed myself.   [fac319]

    _Enter_ CATESBY.

 _Cates._ Madam, his majesty doth call for you;    ·fac320·
 And for your grace; and you, my noble lords.   [fac321]

 _Q. Eliz._ Catesby, we come. Lords, will you go with us?   [fac322]

 _Riv._ Madam, we will attend your grace.   [fac323]
               [_Exeunt all but Gloucester._

 _Glou._ I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl.   [fac324]
 The secret mischiefs that I set abroach   [fac325]
 I lay unto the grievous charge of others.   [fac326]
 Clarence, whom I, indeed, have laid in darkness,   [fac327]
 I do beweep to many simple gulls;
 Namely, to Hastings, Derby, Buckingham;   [fac329]
 And say it is the queen and her allies   [fac330]
 That stir the king against the duke my brother.   [fac331]
 Now, they believe it; and withal whet me   [fac332]
 To be revenged on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey:   [fac333]
 But then I sigh; and, with a piece of Scripture,   [fac334]
 Tell them that God bids us do good for evil:   [fac335]
 And thus I clothe my naked villany
 With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ;   [fac337]
 And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.   [fac338]

    _Enter two_ Murderers.

 But, soft! here come my executioners.   [fac339]
 How now, my hardy stout resolved mates!   [fac340]
 Are you now going to dispatch this deed?   [fac341]

 _First Murd._ We are, my lord; and come to have the warrant,   [fac342]
 That we may be admitted where he is.

 _Glou._ Well thought upon; I have it here about me.   [fac344]
               [_Gives the warrant._
 When you have done, repair to Crosby Place.    ·fac345·
 But, sirs, be sudden in the execution,
 Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead;
 For Clarence is well-spoken, and perhaps
 May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him.

 _First Murd._ Tush!   [fac350]
 Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate;
 Talkers are no good doers: be assured   [fac352]
 We come to use our hands and not our tongues.   [fac353]

 _Glou._ Your eyes drop millstones, when fools’ eyes drop
               tears.   [fac354]
 I like you, lads: about your business straight.   [fac355]
 Go, go, dispatch.   [fac356]

 _First Murd._ We will, my noble lord.   [_Exeunt._


SCENE IV. _London. The Tower_.

_Enter_ CLARENCE _and_ BRAKENBURY.

 _Brak._ Why looks your grace so heavily to-day?   [fad001]

 _Clar._ O, I have pass’d a miserable night,
 So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams,   [fad003]
 That, as I am a Christian faithful man,
 I would not spend another such a night,    ·fad005·
 Though ’twere to buy a world of happy days,   [fad006]
 So full of dismal terror was the time!

 _Brak._ What was your dream? I long to hear you tell it.   [fad008]

 _Clar._ Methoughts that I had broken from the Tower,   [fad009]
 And was embark’d to cross to Burgundy;    ·fad010·
 And, in my company, my brother Gloucester;
 Who from my cabin tempted me to walk
 Upon the hatches: thence we look’d toward England,   [fad013]
 And cited up a thousand fearful times,   [fad014]
 During the wars of York and Lancaster   [fad015]
 That had befall’n us. As we paced along   [fad016]
 Upon the giddy footing of the hatches,
 Methought that Gloucester stumbled; and, in falling,   [fad018]
 Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard,   [fad019]
 Into the tumbling billows of the main.    ·fad020·
 Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown!   [fad021]
 What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!   [fad022]
 What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!   [fad023]
 Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks;   [fad024]
 Ten thousand men that fishes gnaw’d upon;   [fad025]
 Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
 Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
 All scatter’d in the bottom of the sea:   [fad028]
 Some lay in dead men’s skulls; and in those holes   [fad029]
 Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept,    ·fad030·
 As ’twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems,   [fad031]
 Which woo’d the slimy bottom of the deep,   [fad032]
 And mock’d the dead bones that lay scatter’d by.

 _Brak._ Had you such leisure in the time of death
 To gaze upon the secrets of the deep?   [fad035]

 _Clar._ Methought I had; and often did I strive   [fad036]
 To yield the ghost: but still the envious flood   [fad037]
 Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth   [fad038]
 To seek the empty, vast and wandering air;   [fad039]
 But smother’d it within my panting bulk,    ·fad040·
 Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.   [fad041]

 _Brak._ Awaked you not with this sore agony?   [fad042]

 _Clar._ O no, my dream was lengthen’d after life;   [fad043]
 O, then began the tempest to my soul,   [fad044]
 Who pass’d, methought, the melancholy flood,    ·fad045·
 With that grim ferryman which poets write of,   [fad046]
 Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.
 The first that there did greet my stranger soul,   [fad048]
 Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick;   [fad049]
 Who cried aloud, ‘What scourge for perjury   [fad050]
 Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?’   [fad051]
 And so he vanish’d: then came wandering by
 A shadow like an angel, with bright hair   [fad053]
 Dabbled in blood; and he squeak’d out aloud,   [fad054]
 ‘Clarence is come; false, fleeting, perjured Clarence,    ·fad055·
 That stabb’d me in the field by Tewksbury:   [fad056]
 Seize on him, Furies, take him to your torments!’   [fad057]
 With that, methoughts, a legion of foul fiends   [fad058]
 Environ’d me about, and howled in mine ears   [fad059]
 Such hideous cries that with the very noise    ·fad060·
 I trembling waked, and for a season after
 Could not believe but that I was in hell,
 Such terrible impression made the dream.   [fad063]

 _Brak._ No marvel, my lord, though it affrighted you;   [fad064]
 I promise you, I am afraid to hear you tell it.   [fad065]

 _Clar._ O Brakenbury, I have done those things,   [fad066]
 Which now bear evidence against my soul,   [fad067]

 For Edward’s sake; and see how he requites me!   [fad068]
 O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee,   [fad069]
 But thou wilt be avenged on my misdeeds,    ·fad070·
 Yet execute thy wrath in me alone;   [fad071]
 O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!
 I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me;   [fad073]
 My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.

 _Brak._ I will, my lord: God give your grace good rest!   [fad075]
               [_Clarence sleeps._
 Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours,   [fad076]
 Makes the night morning and the noon-tide night.
 Princes have but their titles for their glories,   [fad078]
 An outward honour for an inward toil;
 And, for unfelt imagination,   [fad080]
 They often feel a world of restless cares:
 So that, betwixt their titles and low names,   [fad082]
 There’s nothing differs but the outward fame.   [fad083]

    _Enter the two_ Murderers.

 _First Murd._ Ho! who’s here?   [fad084]

 _Brak._ In God’s name what are you, and how came you hither?   [fad085]

 _First Murd._ I would speak with Clarence, and I came   [fad086]
 hither on my legs.

 _Brak._ Yea, are you so brief?   [fad088]

 _Sec. Murd._ O sir, it is better to be brief than tedious.   [fad089]
 Show him our commission; talk no more. [_Brakenbury reads
 it._   [fad090]

 _Brak._ I am in this commanded to deliver
 The noble Duke of Clarence to your hands:
 I will not reason what is meant hereby,   [fad093]
 Because I will be guiltless of the meaning.   [fad094]
 Here are the keys, there sits the duke asleep:   [fad095]
 I’ll to the king; and signify to him   [fad096]
 That thus I have resign’d my charge to you.   [fad097]

 _First Murd._ Do so, it is a point of wisdom: fare you   [fad098]
 well.   [_Exit Brakenbury._   [fad099]

 _Sec. Murd._ What, shall we stab him as he sleeps?   [fad100]

 _First Murd._ No; then he will say ’twas done cowardly,   [fad101]
 when he wakes.

 _Sec. Murd._ When he wakes! why, fool, he shall never   [fad103]
 wake till the judgement-day.   [fad104]

 _First Murd._ Why, then he will say we stabbed him   [fad105]
 sleeping.

 _Sec. Murd._ The urging of that word ‘judgement’ hath
 bred a kind of remorse in me.

 _First Murd._ What, art thou afraid?   [fad109]

 _Sec. Murd._ Not to kill him, having a warrant for it;   [fad110]
 but to be damned for killing him, from which no warrant   [fad111]
 can defend us.   [fad112]

 _First Murd._ I thought thou hadst been resolute.   [fad113]

 _Sec. Murd._ So I am, to let him live.

 _First Murd._ Back to the Duke of Gloucester, tell him   [fad115]
 so.

 _Sec. Murd._ I pray thee, stay a while: I hope my holy   [fad117]
 humour will change; ’twas wont to hold me but while one   [fad118]
 would tell twenty.   [fad119]

 _First Murd._ How dost thou feel thyself now?    ·fad120·

 _Sec. Murd._ Faith, some certain dregs of conscience   [fad121]
 are yet within me.

 _First Murd._ Remember our reward, when the deed is   [fad123]
 done.

 _Sec. Murd._ ’Zounds, he dies: I had forgot the reward.   [fad125]

 _First Murd._ Where is thy conscience now?   [fad126]

 _Sec. Murd._ In the Duke of Gloucester’s purse.   [fad127]

 _First Murd._ So when he opens his purse to give us   [fad128]
 our reward, thy conscience flies out.

 _Sec. Murd._ Let it go; there’s few or none will entertain
 it.   [fad130]

 _First Murd._ How if it come to thee again?   [fad131]

 _Sec. Murd._ I’ll not meddle with it: it is a dangerous   [fad132]
 thing: it makes a man a coward: a man cannot steal, but
 it accuseth him; he cannot swear, but it checks him; he   [fad134]
 cannot lie with his neighbour’s wife, but it detects him: it is [fad135]
 a blushing shamefast spirit that mutinies in a man’s bosom;   [fad136]
 it fills one full of obstacles: it made me once restore a   [fad137]
 purse of gold, that I found; it beggars any man that keeps   [fad138]
 it: it is turned out of all towns and cities for a dangerous   [fad139]
 thing; and every man that means to live well endeavours   [fad140]
 to trust to himself and to live without it.   [fad141]

 _First Murd._ ’Zounds, it is even now at my elbow, persuading  [fad142]
 me not to kill the duke.

 _Sec. Murd._ Take the devil in thy mind, and believe him   [fad144]
 not: he would insinuate with thee but to make thee sigh.   [fad145]

 _First Murd._ Tut, I am strong-framed, he cannot prevail   [fad146]
 with me, I warrant thee.   [fad147]

 _Sec. Murd._ Spoke like a tall fellow that respects his   [fad148]
 reputation. Come, shall we to this gear?   [fad149]

 _First Murd._ Take him over the costard with the hilts   [fad150]
 of thy sword, and then we will chop him in the malmsey-butt   [fad151]
 in the next room.

 _Sec. Murd._ O excellent device! make a sop of him.   [fad153]

 _First Murd._ Hark! he stirs: shall I strike?   [fad154]

 _Sec. Murd._ No, first let’s reason with him.    ·fad155·

 _Clar._ Where art thou, keeper? give me a cup of wine.

 _Sec. Murd._ You shall have wine enough, my lord, anon.   [fad157]

 _Clar._ In God’s name, what art thou?   [fad158]

 _Sec. Murd._ A man, as you are.   [fad159]

 _Clar._ But not, as I am, royal.    ·fad160·

 _Sec. Murd._ Nor you, as we are, loyal.   [fad161]

 _Clar._ Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are humble.

 _Sec. Murd._ My voice is now the king’s, my looks mine own.

 _Clar._ How darkly and how deadly dost thou speak!
 Your eyes do menace me: why look you pale?   [fad165]
 Who sent you hither?  Wherefore do you come?   [fad166]

 _Both._ To, to, to--   [fad167]

 _Clar._ To murder me?   [fad168]

 _Both._ Ay, ay.   [fad169]

 _Clar._ You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so,   [fad170]
 And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it.   [fad171]
 Wherein, my friends, have I offended you?

 _First Murd._ Offended us you have not, but the king.

 _Clar._ I shall be reconciled to him again.

 _Sec. Murd._ Never, my lord; therefore prepare to die.    ·fad175·

 _Clar._ Are you call’d forth from out a world of men   [fad176]
 To slay the innocent? What is my offence?   [fad177]
 Where are the evidence that do accuse me?   [fad178]
 What lawful quest have given their verdict up   [fad179]
 Unto the frowning judge? or who pronounced    ·fad180·
 The bitter sentence of poor Clarence’ death?   [fad181]
 Before I be convict by course of law,
 To threaten me with death is most unlawful,   [fad183]
 I charge you, as you hope to have redemption   [fad184]
 By Christ’s dear blood shed for our grievous sins,    ·fad185·
 That you depart and lay no hands on me:   [fad186]
 The deed you undertake is damnable.

 _First Murd._ What we will do, we do upon command.

 _Sec. Murd._ And he that hath commanded is the king.   [fad189]

 _Clar._ Erroneous vassal! the great King of kings   [fad190]
 Hath in the tables of his law commanded   [fad191]
 That thou shalt do no murder: and wilt thou then   [fad192]
 Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man’s?
 Take heed; for he holds vengeance in his hands,   [fad194]
 To hurl upon their heads that break his law.    ·fad195·

 _Sec. Murd._ And that same vengeance doth he hurl on thee,   [fad196]
 For false forswearing, and for murder too:
 Thou didst receive the holy sacrament,   [fad198]
 To fight in quarrel of the house of Lancaster.   [fad199]

 _First Murd._ And, like a traitor to the name of God,    ·fad200·
 Didst break that vow; and with thy treacherous blade
 Unrip’dst the bowels of thy sovereign’s son.   [fad202]

 _Sec. Murd._ Whom thou wert sworn to cherish and defend.   [fad203]

 _First Murd._ How canst thou urge God’s dreadful law to us,
 When thou hast broke it in so dear degree?   [fad205]

 _Clar._ Alas! for whose sake did I that ill deed?
 For Edward, for my brother, for his sake:
 Why, sirs,   [fad208]
 He sends ye not to murder me for this;   [fad209]
 For in this sin he is as deep as I.   [fad210]
 If God will be revenged for this deed,   [fad211]
 O, know you yet, he doth it publicly:   [fad212]
 Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm;
 He needs no indirect nor lawless course   [fad214]
 To cut off those that have offended him.    ·fad215·

 _First Murd._ Who made thee then a bloody minister,
 When gallant-springing brave Plantagenet,   [fad217]
 That princely novice, was struck dead by thee?   [fad218]

 _Clar._ My brother’s love, the devil, and my rage.

 _First Murd._ Thy brother’s love, our duty, and thy fault,   [fad220]
 Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee.   [fad221]

 _Clar._ Oh, if you love my brother, hate not me;   [fad222]
 I am his brother, and I love him well.
 If you be hired for meed, go back again,   [fad224]
 And I will send you to my brother Gloucester,    ·fad225·
 Who shall reward you better for my life   [fad226]
 Than Edward will for tidings of my death.

 _Sec. Murd._ You are deceived, your brother Gloucester hates
               you.   [fad228]

 _Clar._ O, no, he loves me, and he holds me dear:
 Go you to him from me.

 _Both._                Ay, so we will.   [fad230]

 _Clar._ Tell him, when that our princely father York
 Bless’d his three sons with his victorious arm,
 And charged us from his soul to love each other,   [fad233]
 He little thought of this divided friendship:
 Bid Gloucester think of this, and he will weep.   [fad235]

 _First Murd._ Ay, millstones; as he lesson’d us to weep.   [fad236]

 _Clar._ O, do not slander him, for he is kind.

 _First Murd._ Right,   [fad238]
 As snow in harvest. Thou deceivest thyself:   [fad239]
 ’Tis he that sent us hither now to slaughter thee.   [fad240]

 _Clar._ It cannot be; for when I parted with him,   [fad241]
 He hugg’d me in his arms, and swore, with sobs,   [fad242]
 That he would labour my delivery.

 _Sec. Murd._ Why, so he doth, now he delivers thee   [fad244]
 From this world’s thraldom to the joys of heaven.   [fad245]

 _First Murd._ Make peace with God, for you must die, my lord.   [fad246]

 _Clar._ Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul,   [fad247]
 To counsel me to make my peace with God,
 And art thou yet to thy own soul so blind,
 That thou wilt war with God by murdering me?   [fad250]
 Ah, sirs, consider, he that set you on   [fad251]
 To do this deed will hate you for the deed.   [fad252]

 _Sec._ Murd. What shall we do?

 _Clar._                        Relent, and save your souls.

 _First Murd._ Relent! ’tis cowardly and womanish.   [fad254]

 _Clar._ Not to relent is beastly, savage, devilish.   [fad255]
 Which of you, if you were a prince’s son,   [fad256]
 Being pent from liberty, as I am now,
 If two such murderers as yourselves came to you,
 Would not entreat for life?
 My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks;   [fad260]
 O, if thine eye be not a flatterer,   [fad261]
 Come thou on my side, and entreat for me,
 As you would beg, were you in my distress:
 A begging prince what beggar pities not?

 _Sec. Murd._ Look behind you, my lord.   [fad265]

 _First Murd._ Take that, and that: if all this will not do,   [fad266]
               [_Stabs him._
 I’ll drown you in the malmsey-butt within.   [fad267]
               [_Exit, with the body._

 _Sec. Murd._ A bloody deed, and desperately dispatch’d!   [fad268]
 How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands   [fad269]
 Of this most grievous guilty murder done!   [fad270]

    _Re-enter_ First Murderer.

 _First Murd._ How now! what mean’st thou, that thou help’st me
               not?   [fad271]
 By heavens, the duke shall know how slack thou art!   [fad272]

 _Sec. Murd._ I would he knew that I had saved his brother!
 Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say;
 For I repent me that the duke is slain.   [_Exit._    ·fad275·

 _First Murd._ So do not I: go, coward as thou art.
 Now must I hide his body in some hole,   [fad277]
 Until the duke take order for his burial:   [fad278]
 And when I have my meed, I must away;   [fad279]
 For this will out, and here I must not stay.   [_Exit._   [fad280]


ACT II.


SCENE I. _London. The palace_.

_Flourish. Enter_ KING EDWARD _sick,_ QUEEN ELIZABETH,
DORSET, RIVERS, HASTINGS, BUCKINGHAM, GREY, _and others_.

 _K. Edw._ Why, so: now have I done a good day’s work:   [fba001]
 You peers, continue this united league:   [fba002]
 I every day expect an embassage
 From my Redeemer to redeem me hence;   [fba004]
 And now in peace my soul shall part to heaven,   [fba005]
 Since I have set my friends at peace on earth.   [fba006]
 Rivers and Hastings, take each other’s hand;   [fba007]
 Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love.

 _Riv._ By heaven, my soul is purged from grudging hate;   [fba009]
 And with my hand I seal my true heart’s love.    ·fba010·

 _Hast._ So thrive I, as I truly swear the like!   [fba011]

 _K. Edw._ Take heed you dally not before your king;
 Lest he that is the supreme King of kings
 Confound your hidden falsehood and award
 Either of you to be the other’s end.    ·fba015·

 _Hast._ So prosper I, as I swear perfect love!

 _Riv._ And I, as I love Hastings with my heart!

 _K. Edw._ Madam, yourself are not exempt in this,   [fba018]
 Nor your son Dorset; Buckingham, nor you;   [fba019]
 You have been factious one against the other.    ·fba020·
 Wife, love Lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand;
 And what you do, do it unfeignedly.

 _Q. Eliz._ Here, Hastings; I will never more remember   [fba023]
 Our former hatred, so thrive I and mine!

 _K. Edw._ Dorset, embrace him; Hastings, love lord marquess.   [fba025]

 _Dor._ This interchange of love, I here protest,   [fba026]
 Upon my part shall be unviolable.   [fba027]

 _Hast._ And so swear I, my lord.   [_They embrace._   [fba028]

 _K. Edw._ Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou this league   [fba029]
 With thy embracements to my wife’s allies,   [fba030]
 And make me happy in your unity.   [fba031]

 _Buck._ [_To the Queen_] Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate
 On you or yours but with all duteous love   [fba033]
 Doth cherish you and yours, God punish me
 With hate in those where I expect most love!    ·fba035·
 When I have most need to employ a friend,
 And most assured that he is a friend,
 Deep, hollow, treacherous and full of guile,
 Be he unto me! this do I beg of God,   [fba039]
 When I am cold in zeal to you or yours.   [_They embrace._   [fba040]

 _K. Edw._ A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham,
 Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart.
 There wanteth now our brother Gloucester here,
 To make the perfect period of this peace.   [fba044]

 _Buck._ And, in good time, here comes the noble duke.   [fba045]

    _Enter_ GLOUCESTER.

 _Glou._ Good morrow to my sovereign king and queen;
 And, princely peers, a happy time of day!

 _K. Edw._ Happy indeed, as we have spent the day.
 Brother, we have done deeds of charity;   [fba049]
 Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate,    ·fba050·
 Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.   [fba051]

 _Glou._ A blessed labour, my most sovereign liege:   [fba052]
 Amongst this princely heap, if any here,   [fba053]
 By false intelligence, or wrong surmise,
 Hold me a foe;   [fba055]
 If I unwittingly, or in my rage,   [fba056]
 Have aught committed that is hardly borne   [fba057]
 By any in this presence, I desire   [fba058]
 To reconcile me to his friendly peace:   [fba059]
 ’Tis death to me to be at enmity;    ·fba060·
 I hate it, and desire all good men’s love.
 First, madam, I entreat true peace of you,   [fba062]
 Which I will purchase with my duteous service;   [fba063]
 Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham,
 If ever any grudge were lodged between us;    ·fba065·
 Of you, Lord Rivers, and, Lord Grey, of you,   [fba066]
 That all without desert have frown’d on me;   [fba067]
 Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen; indeed, of all.
 I do not know that Englishman alive
 With whom my soul is any jot at odds    ·fba070·
 More than the infant that is born to-night:
 I thank my God for my humility.

 _Q. Eliz._ A holy day shall this be kept hereafter:   [fba073]
 I would to God all strifes were well compounded.   [fba074]
 My sovereign liege, I do beseech your majesty   [fba075]
 To take our brother Clarence to your grace.

 _Glou._ Why, madam, have I offer’d love for this,
 To be so flouted in this royal presence?   [fba078]
 Who knows not that the noble duke is dead?   [fba079]
               [_They all start._
 You do him injury to scorn his corse.    ·fba080·

 _Riv._ Who knows not he is dead! who knows he is?   [fba081]

 _Q. Eliz._ All-seeing heaven, what a world is this!

 _Buck._ Look I so pale, Lord Dorset, as the rest?

 _Dor._ Ay, my good lord; and no one in this presence   [fba084]
 But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks.    ·fba085·

 _K. Edw._ Is Clarence dead? the order was reversed.

 _Glou._ But he, poor soul, by your first order died,   [fba087]
 And that a winged Mercury did bear;   [fba088]
 Some tardy <DW36> bore the countermand,   [fba089]
 That came too lag to see him buried.   [fba090]
 God grant that some, less noble and less loyal,
 Nearer in bloody thoughts, but not in blood,   [fba092]
 Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did,   [fba093]
 And yet go current from suspicion!   [fba094]

    _Enter_ DERBY.

 _Der._ A boon, my sovereign, for my service done!    ·fba095·

 _K. Edw._ I pray thee, peace: my soul is full of sorrow.   [fba096]

 _Der._ I will not rise, unless your highness grant.   [fba097]

 _K. Edw._ Then speak at once what is it thou demand’st.   [fba098]

 _Der._ The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant’s life;   [fba099]
 Who slew to-day a riotous gentleman    ·fba100·
 Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolk.   [fba101]

 _K. Edw._ Have I a tongue to doom my brother’s death,
 And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave?   [fba103]
 My brother slew no man; his fault was thought,   [fba104]
 And yet his punishment was cruel death.   [fba105]
 Who sued to me for him? who, in my rage,   [fba106]
 Kneel’d at my feet and bade me be advised?   [fba107]
 Who spake of brotherhood? who spake of love?   [fba108]
 Who told me how the poor soul did forsake
 The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me?    ·fba110·
 Who told me, in the field by Tewksbury,   [fba111]
 When Oxford had me down, he rescued me,
 And said ‘Dear brother, live, and be a king’?
 Who told me, when we both lay in the field   [fba114]
 Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me   [fba115]
 Even in his own garments, and gave himself,   [fba116]
 All thin and naked, to the numb cold night?   [fba117]
 All this from my remembrance brutish wrath
 Sinfully pluck’d, and not a man of you
 Had so much grace to put it in my mind.    ·fba120·
 But when your carters or your waiting-vassals
 Have done a drunken slaughter and defaced
 The precious image of our dear Redeemer,   [fba123]
 You straight are on your knees for pardon, pardon;
 And I, unjustly too, must grant it you:    ·fba125·
 But for my brother not a man would speak,   [fba126]
 Nor I, ungracious, speak unto myself   [fba127]
 For him, poor soul. The proudest of you all   [fba128]
 Have been beholding to him in his life;   [fba129]
 Yet none of you would once plead for his life.   [fba130]
 O God, I fear thy justice will take hold
 On me, and you, and mine, and yours for this!   [fba132]
 Come, Hastings, help me to my closet. Oh, poor Clarence!   [fba133]
               [_Exeunt some with King and Queen._

 _Glou._ This is the fruit of rashness. Mark’d you not   [fba134]
 How that the guilty kindred of the queen   [fba135]
 Look’d pale when they did hear of Clarence’ death?   [fba136]
 O, they did urge it still unto the king!
 God will revenge it. But come, let us in,   [fba138]
 To comfort Edward with our company.

 _Buck._ We wait upon your grace.   [_Exeunt._   [fba140]


SCENE II. _The palace_.

_Enter the_ DUCHESS OF YORK, _with the two children of_
CLARENCE.

 _Boy._ Tell me, good grandam, is our father dead?   [fbb001]

 _Duch._ No, boy.

 _Boy._ Why do you wring your hands, and beat your breast,   [fbb003]
 And cry ‘O Clarence, my unhappy son’?

 _Girl._ Why do you look on us, and shake your head,   [fbb005]
 And call us wretches, orphans, castaways,   [fbb006]
 If that our noble father be alive?   [fbb007]

 _Duch._ My pretty cousins, you mistake me much.   [fbb008]
 I do lament the sickness of the king,
 As loath to lose him; not your father’s death;   [fbb010]
 It were lost sorrow to wail one that’s lost.   [fbb011]

 _Boy._ Then, grandam, you conclude that he is dead.   [fbb012]
 The king my uncle is to blame for this:   [fbb013]
 God will revenge it; whom I will importune
 With daily prayers all to that effect.   [fbb015]

 _Girl._ And so will I.   [fbb016]

 _Duch._ Peace, children, peace! the king doth love you well:
 Incapable and shallow innocents,
 You cannot guess who caused your father’s death.

 _Boy._ Grandam, we can; for my good uncle Gloucester   [fbb020]
 Told me, the king, provoked by the queen,   [fbb021]
 Devised impeachments to imprison him:
 And when my uncle told me so, he wept,   [fbb023]
 And hugg’d me in his arm, and kindly kiss’d my cheek;   [fbb024]
 Bade me rely on him as on my father,   [fbb025]
 And he would love me dearly as his child.   [fbb026]

 _Duch._ Oh, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,   [fbb027]
 And with a virtuous vizard hide foul guile!   [fbb028]
 He is my son; yea, and therein my shame;   [fbb029]
 Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit.    ·fbb030·

 _Boy._ Think you my uncle did dissemble, grandam?

 _Duch._ Ay, boy.

 _Boy._ I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this?   [fbb033]

    _Enter_ QUEEN ELIZABETH, _with her hair about her ears;_
    RIVERS _and_ DORSET _after her_.

 _Q. Eliz._ Oh, who shall hinder me to wail and weep,   [fbb034]
 To chide my fortune and torment myself?    ·fbb035·
 I’ll join with black despair against my soul,   [fbb036]
 And to myself become an enemy.   [fbb037]

 _Duch._ What means this scene of rude impatience?

 _Q. Eliz._ To make an act of tragic violence:
 Edward, my lord, your son, our king, is dead.   [fbb040]
 Why grow the branches now the root is wither’d?   [fbb041]
 Why wither not the leaves the sap being gone?   [fbb042]
 If you will live, lament; if die, be brief,
 That our swift-winged souls may catch the king’s,
 Or, like obedient subjects, follow him    ·fbb045·
 To his new kingdom of perpetual rest.   [fbb046]

 _Duch._ Ah, so much interest have I in thy sorrow   [fbb047]
 As I had title in thy noble husband!   [fbb048]
 I have bewept a worthy husband’s death,
 And lived by looking on his images:   [fbb050]
 But now two mirrors of his princely semblance
 Are crack’d in pieces by malignant death,
 And I for comfort have but one false glass,
 Which grieves me when I see my shame in him.   [fbb054]
 Thou art a widow; yet thou art a mother,    ·fbb055·
 And hast the comfort of thy children left thee:   [fbb056]
 But death hath snatch’d my husband from mine arms,   [fbb057]
 And pluck’d two crutches from my feeble limbs,   [fbb058]
 Edward and Clarence. O, what cause have I,   [fbb059]
 Thine being but a moiety of my grief,   [fbb060]
 To overgo thy plaints and drown thy cries!   [fbb061]

 _Boy._ Good aunt, you wept not for our father’s death,   [fbb062]
 How can we aid you with our kindred tears?   [fbb063]

 _Girl._ Our fatherless distress was left unmoan’d;   [fbb064]
 Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept!   [fbb065]

 _Q. Eliz._ Give me no help in lamentation;
 I am not barren to bring forth complaints:   [fbb067]
 All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes,   [fbb068]
 That I, being govern’d by the watery moon,   [fbb069]
 May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world!    ·fbb070·
 Oh for my husband, for my dear lord Edward!   [fbb071]

 _Chil._ Oh for our father, for our dear lord Clarence!   [fbb072]

 _Duch._ Alas for both, both mine, Edward and Clarence!   [fbb073]

 _Q. Eliz._ What stay had I but Edward? and he’s gone.   [fbb074]

 _Chil._ What stay had we but Clarence? and he’s gone.    ·fbb075·

 _Duch._ What stays had I but they? and they are gone.   [fbb076]

 _Q. Eliz._ Was never widow had so dear a loss.   [fbb077]

 _Chil._ Were never orphans had so dear a loss.   [fbb078]

 _Duch._ Was never mother had so dear a loss.   [fbb079]
 Alas, I am the mother of these moans!   [fbb080]
 Their woes are parcell’d, mine are general.   [fbb081]
 She for an Edward weeps, and so do I;   [fbb082]
 I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she:   [fbb083]
 These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I;   [fbb084]
 I for an Edward weep, so do not they:   [fbb085]
 Alas, you three, on me threefold distress’d
 Pour all your tears! I am your sorrow’s nurse,   [fbb087]
 And I will pamper it with lamentations.   [fbb088]

 _Dor._ Comfort, dear mother: God is much displeased   [fbb089]
 That you take with unthankfulness his doing:   [fbb090]
 In common worldly things, ’tis call’d ungrateful,
 With dull unwillingness to repay a debt   [fbb092]
 Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent;
 Much more to be thus opposite with heaven,
 For it requires the royal debt it lent you.    ·fbb095·

 _Riv._ Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother,
 Of the young prince your son: send straight for him;
 Let him be crown’d; in him your comfort lives:
 Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward’s grave,
 And plant your joys in living Edward’s throne.   [fbb100]

    _Enter_ GLOUCESTER, BUCKINGHAM, DERBY, HASTINGS, _and_
    RATCLIFF.

 _Glou._ Madam, have comfort: all of us have cause   [fbb101]
 To wail the dimming of our shining star;
 But none can cure their harms by wailing them.   [fbb103]
 Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy;
 I did not see your grace: humbly on my knee   [fbb105]
 I crave your blessing.

 _Duch._ God bless thee, and put meekness in thy mind,   [fbb107]
 Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!

 _Glou._ [_Aside_] Amen; and make me die a good old man!   [fbb109]
 That is the butt-end of a mother’s blessing:   [fbb110]
 I marvel why her grace did leave it out.   [fbb111]

 _Buck._ You cloudy princes and heart-sorrowing peers,
 That bear this mutual heavy load of moan,   [fbb113]
 Now cheer each other in each other’s love:   [fbb114]
 Though we have spent our harvest of this king,   [fbb115]
 We are to reap the harvest of his son.   [fbb116]
 The broken rancour of your high-swoln hearts,   [fbb117]
 But lately splinter’d, knit and join’d together,   [fbb118]
 Must gently be preserved, cherish’d, and kept:   [fbb119]
 Me seemeth good, that, with some little train,    ·fbb120·
 Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be fetch’d   [fbb121]
 Hither to London, to be crown’d our king.

 _Riv._ Why with some little train, my Lord of Buckingham?   [fbb123]

 _Buck._ Marry, my lord, lest, by a multitude,
 The new-heal’d wound of malice should break out;    ·fbb125·
 Which would be so much the more dangerous,
 By how much the estate is green and yet ungovern’d:   [fbb127]
 Where every horse bears his commanding rein,
 And may direct his course as please himself,
 As well the fear of harm as harm apparent,    ·fbb130·
 In my opinion, ought to be prevented.

 _Glou._ I hope the king made peace with all of us;   [fbb132]
 And the compact is firm and true in me.

 _Riv._ And so in me; and so, I think, in all:   [fbb134]
 Yet, since it is but green, it should be put    ·fbb135·
 To no apparent likelihood of breach,
 Which haply by much company might be urged:
 Therefore I say with noble Buckingham,
 That it is meet so few should fetch the prince.   [fbb139]

 _Hast._ And so say I.    ·fbb140·

 _Glou._ Then be it so; and go we to determine
 Who they shall be that straight shall post to Ludlow.   [fbb142]
 Madam, and you, my mother, will you go   [fbb143]
 To give your censures in this weighty business?   [fbb144]

 _Q. Eliz. & Duch._ With all our hearts.   [fbb145]
               [_Exeunt all but Buckingham and Gloucester._

 _Buck._ My lord, whoever journeys to the prince,
 For God’s sake, let not us two be behind;   [fbb147]
 For, by the way, I’ll sort occasion,
 As index to the story we late talk’d of,   [fbb149]
 To part the queen’s proud kindred from the king.   [fbb150]

 _Glou._ My other self, my counsel’s consistory,
 My oracle, my prophet!--My dear cousin,   [fbb152]
 I, like a child, will go by thy direction.   [fbb153]
 Towards Ludlow then, for we’ll not stay behind.   [_Exeunt._   [fbb154]


SCENE III. _London. A street_.

_Enter two_ Citizens, _meeting_.

 _First Cit._ Neighbour, well met: whither away so fast?   [fbc001]

 _Sec. Cit._ I promise you, I scarcely know myself:   [fbc002]
 Hear you the news abroad?

 _First Cit._              Ay, that the king is dead.   [fbc003]

 _Sec. Cit._ Bad news, by’r lady, seldom comes the better:   [fbc004]
 I fear, I fear, ’twill prove a troublous world.   [fbc005]

    _Enter another_ Citizen.

 _Third Cit._ Neighbours, God speed!

 _First Cit._                      Give you good morrow, sir.   [fbc006]

 _Third Cit._ Doth this news hold of good King Edward’s death?  [fbc007]

 _Sec. Cit._ Ay, sir, it is too true; God help the while!   [fbc008]

 _Third Cit._ Then, masters, look to see a troublous world.   [fbc009]

 _First Cit._ No, no; by God’s good grace his son shall reign.  [fbc010]

 _Third Cit._ Woe to that land that’s govern’d by a child!

 _Sec. Cit._ In him there is a hope of government,   [fbc012]
 That in his nonage council under him,   [fbc013]
 And in his full and ripen’d years himself,   [fbc014]
 No doubt, shall then and till then govern well.    ·fbc015·

 _First Cit._ So stood the state when Henry the Sixth   [fbc016]
 Was crown’d in Paris but at nine months old.   [fbc017]

 _Third Cit._ Stood the state so? No, no, good friends,
               God wot;   [fbc018]
 For then this land was famously enrich’d   [fbc019]
 With politic grave counsel; then the king   [fbc020]
 Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace.

 _First Cit._ Why, so hath this, both by the father and mother. [fbc022]

 _Third Cit._ Better it were they all came by the father,
 Or by the father there were none at all;
 For emulation now, who shall be nearest,   [fbc025]
 Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not.   [fbc026]
 O, full of danger is the Duke of Gloucester!
 And the queen’s sons and brothers haught and proud:   [fbc028]
 And were they to be ruled, and not to rule,   [fbc029]
 This sickly land might solace as before.   [fbc030]

 _First Cit._ Come, come, we fear the worst; all shall be well. [fbc031]

 _Third Cit._ When clouds appear, wise men put on their cloaks; [fbc032]
 When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand;   [fbc033]
 When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?
 Untimely storms make men expect a dearth.   [fbc035]
 All may be well; but, if God sort it so,   [fbc036]
 ’Tis more than we deserve, or I expect.

 _Sec. Cit._ Truly, the souls of men are full of dread:   [fbc038]
 Ye cannot reason almost with a man   [fbc039]
 That looks not heavily and full of fear.   [fbc040]

 _Third Cit._ Before the times of change, still is it so:   [fbc041]
 By a divine instinct men’s minds mistrust
 Ensuing dangers; as, by proof, we see   [fbc043]
 The waters swell before a boisterous storm.   [fbc044]
 But leave it all to God. Whither away?   [fbc045]

 _Sec. Cit._ Marry, we were sent for to the justices.   [fbc046]

 _Third Cit._ And so was I: I’ll bear you company.   [_Exeunt._


SCENE IV. _London. The palace_.

_Enter the_ ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, _the young_ DUKE OF YORK,
QUEEN ELIZABETH, _and the_ DUCHESS OF YORK.

 _Arch._ Last night, I hear, they lay at Northampton;   [fbd001]
 At Stony-Stratford will they be to-night:
 To-morrow, or next day, they will be here.   [fbd003]

 _Duch._ I long with all my heart to see the prince:
 I hope he is much grown since last I saw him.   [fbd005]

 _Q. Eliz._ But I hear, no; they say my son of York   [fbd006]
 Hath almost overta’en him in his growth.   [fbd007]

 _York._ Ay, mother; but I would not have it so.

 _Duch._ Why, my young cousin, it is good to grow.   [fbd009]

 _York._ Grandam, one night, as we did sit at supper,   [fbd010]
 My uncle Rivers talk’d how I did grow
 More than my brother: ‘Ay,’ quoth my uncle Gloucester,   [fbd012]
 ‘Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace:’   [fbd013]
 And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast,
 Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.    ·fbd015·

 _Duch._ Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold
 In him that did object the same to thee:
 He was the wretched’st thing when he was young,
 So long a-growing and so leisurely,
 That, if this rule were true, he should be gracious.   [fbd020]

 _Arch._ Why, madam, so, no doubt, he is.   [fbd021]

 _Duch._ I hope so too; but yet let mothers doubt.   [fbd022]

 _York._ Now, by my troth, if I had been remember’d,
 I could have given my uncle’s grace a flout,
 To touch his growth nearer than he touch’d mine.   [fbd025]

 _Duch._ How, my pretty York? I pray thee, let me hear it.   [fbd026]

 _York._ Marry, they say my uncle grew so fast   [fbd027]
 That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old:   [fbd028]
 ’Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth.
 Grandam, this would have been a biting jest.   [fbd030]

 _Duch._ I pray thee, pretty York, who told thee this?   [fbd031]

 _York._ Grandam, his nurse.

 _Duch._ His nurse! why, she was dead ere thou wert born.   [fbd033]

 _York._ If ’twere not she, I cannot tell who told me.

 _Q. Eliz._ A parlous boy: go to, you are too shrewd.   [fbd035]

 _Arch._ Good madam, be not angry with the child.   [fbd036]

 _Q. Eliz._ Pitchers have ears.   [fbd037]

    _Enter a_ Messenger.

 _Arch._ Here comes a messenger. What news?   [fbd038]

 _Mess._ Such news, my lord, as grieves me to unfold.   [fbd039]

 _Q. Eliz._ How fares the prince?

 _Mess._                          Well, madam, and in health.   [fbd040]

 _Duch._ What is thy news then?   [fbd041]

 _Mess._ Lord Rivers and Lord Grey are sent to Pomfret,   [fbd042]
 With them Sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners.

 _Duch._ Who hath committed them?

 _Mess._                          The mighty dukes   [fbd044]
 Gloucester and Buckingham.

 _Q. Eliz._                 For what offence?   [fbd045]

 _Mess._ The sum of all I can, I have disclosed;
 Why or for what these nobles were committed   [fbd047]
 Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady.   [fbd048]

 _Q. Eliz._ Ay me, I see the downfall of our house!   [fbd049]
 The tiger now hath seized the gentle hind;   [fbd050]
 Insulting tyranny begins to jet   [fbd051]
 Upon the innocent and aweless throne:   [fbd052]
 Welcome, destruction, death, and massacre!   [fbd053]
 I see, as in a map, the end of all.

 _Duch._ Accursed and unquiet wrangling days,    ·fbd055·
 How many of you have mine eyes beheld!
 My husband lost his life to get the crown;
 And often up and down my sons were toss’d,   [fbd058]
 For me to joy and weep their gain and loss:   [fbd059]
 And being seated, and domestic broils   [fbd060]
 Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors,
 Make war upon themselves; blood against blood,   [fbd062]
 Self against self: O, preposterous   [fbd063]
 And frantic outrage, end thy damned spleen;   [fbd064]
 Or let me die, to look on death no more!   [fbd065]

 _Q. Eliz._ Come, come, my boy; we will to sanctuary.
 Madam, farewell.

 _Duch._          I’ll go along with you.   [fbd067]

 _Q. Eliz._ You have no cause.

 _Arch._                       My gracious lady, go;   [fbd068]
 And thither bear your treasure and your goods.   [fbd069]
 For my part, I’ll resign unto your grace    ·fbd070·
 The seal I keep: and so betide to me   [fbd071]
 As well I tender you and all of yours!
 Come, I’ll conduct you to the sanctuary.   [_Exeunt._   [fbd073]


ACT III.


SCENE I. _London. A street_.

_The trumpets sound. Enter the young_ PRINCE, _the Dukes of_
GLOUCESTER _and_ BUCKINGHAM, CARDINAL BOURCHIER, CATESBY,
_and others_.

 _Buck._ Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber.   [fca001]

 _Glou._ Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts’ sovereign:
 The weary way hath made you melancholy.

 _Prince._ No, uncle; but our crosses on the way
 Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy:   [fca005]
 I want more uncles here to welcome me.

 _Glou._ Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years
 Hath not yet dived into the world’s deceit:   [fca008]
 Nor more can you distinguish of a man   [fca009]
 Than of his outward show; which, God he knows,    ·fca010·
 Seldom or never jumpeth with the heart.
 Those uncles which you want were dangerous;
 Your grace attended to their sugar’d words,
 But look’d not on the poison of their hearts:
 God keep you from them, and from such false friends!    ·fca015·

 _Prince._ God keep me from false friends! but they were none.  [fca016]

 _Glou._ My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet you.   [fca017]

    _Enter the_ Lord Mayor, _and his train_.

 _May._ God bless your grace with health and happy days!

 _Prince._ I thank you, good my lord; and thank you all.   [fca019]
 I thought my mother and my brother York    ·fca020·
 Would long ere this have met us on the way:
 Fie, what a slug is Hastings, that he comes not
 To tell us whether they will come or no!

    _Enter_ LORD HASTINGS.

 _Buck._ And, in good time, here comes the sweating lord.

 _Prince._ Welcome, my lord: what, will our mother come?    ·fca025·

 _Hast._ On what occasion, God he knows, not I,
 The queen your mother and your brother York
 Have taken sanctuary: the tender prince   [fca028]
 Would fain have come with me to meet your grace,   [fca029]
 But by his mother was perforce withheld.    ·fca030·

 _Buck._ Fie, what an indirect and peevish course   [fca031]
 Is this of hers! Lord cardinal, will your grace
 Persuade the queen to send the Duke of York   [fca033]
 Unto his princely brother presently?
 If she deny, Lord Hastings, go with him,   [fca035]
 And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce.

 _Card._ My Lord of Buckingham, if my weak oratory
 Can from his mother win the Duke of York,   [fca038]
 Anon expect him here; but if she be obdurate   [fca039]
 To mild entreaties, God in heaven forbid   [fca040]
 We should infringe the holy privilege
 Of blessed sanctuary! not for all this land   [fca042]
 Would I be guilty of so deep a sin.   [fca043]

 _Buck._ You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord,   [fca044]
 Too ceremonious and traditional:    ·fca045·
 Weigh it but with the grossness of this age,   [fca046]
 You break not sanctuary in seizing him.
 The benefit thereof is always granted
 To those whose dealings have deserved the place
 And those who have the wit to claim the place:    ·fca050·
 This prince hath neither claim’d it nor deserved it;
 And therefore, in mine opinion, cannot have it:   [fca052]
 Then, taking him from thence that is not there,   [fca053]
 You break no privilege nor charter there.
 Oft have I heard of sanctuary men;    ·fca055·
 But sanctuary children ne’er till now.   [fca056]

 _Card._ My lord, you shall o’er-rule my mind for once.   [fca057]
 Come on, Lord Hastings, will you go with me?

 _Hast._ I go, my lord.

 _Prince._ Good lords, make all the speedy haste you may.   [fca060]
               [_Exeunt Cardinal and Hastings._
 Say, uncle Gloucester, if our brother come,
 Where shall we sojourn till our coronation?

 _Glou._ Where it seems best unto your royal self.   [fca063]
 If I may counsel you, some day or two   [fca064]
 Your highness shall repose you at the Tower:    ·fca065·
 Then where you please, and shall be thought most fit   [fca066]
 For your best health and recreation.

 _Prince._ I do not like the Tower, of any place.
 Did Julius Cæsar build that place, my lord?

 _Buck._ He did, my gracious lord, begin that place;   [fca070]
 Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified.   [fca071]

 _Prince._ Is it upon record, or else reported
 Successively from age to age, he built it?

 _Buck._ Upon record, my gracious lord.   [fca074]

 _Prince._ But say, my lord, it were not register’d,    ·fca075·
 Methinks the truth should live from age to age,
 As ’twere retail’d to all posterity,   [fca077]
 Even to the general all-ending day.   [fca078]

 _Glou._ [_Aside_] So wise so young, they say, do never live
               long.   [fca079]

 _Prince._ What say you, uncle?    ·fca080·

 _Glou._ I say, without characters, fame lives long.   [fca081]
 [_Aside_] Thus, like the formal vice, Iniquity,   [fca082]
 I moralize two meanings in one word.   [fca083]

 _Prince._ That Julius Cæsar was a famous man;
 With what his valour did enrich his wit,    ·fca085·
 His wit set down to make his valour live:
 Death makes no conquest of this conqueror;   [fca087]
 For now he lives in fame, though not in life.   [fca088]
 I’ll tell you what, my cousin Buckingham,--

 _Buck._ What, my gracious lord?   [fca090]

 _Prince._ An if I live until I be a man,   [fca091]
 I’ll win our ancient right in France again,
 Or die a soldier, as I lived a king.

 _Glou._ [_Aside_] Short summers lightly have a forward spring.   [fca094]

    _Enter young_ YORK, HASTINGS, _and the_ CARDINAL.

 _Buck._ Now, in good time, here comes the Duke of York.    ·fca095·

 _Prince._ Richard of York! how fares our loving brother?   [fca096]

 _York._ Well, my dread lord; so must I call you now.   [fca097]

 _Prince._ Ay, brother, to our grief, as it is yours:
 Too late he died that might have kept that title,   [fca099]
 Which by his death hath lost much majesty.    ·fca100·

 _Glou._ How fares our cousin, noble Lord of York?

 _York._ I thank you, gentle uncle. O, my lord,
 You said that idle weeds are fast in growth:
 The prince my brother hath outgrown me far.   [fca104]

 _Glou._ He hath, my lord.

 _York._                   And therefore is he idle?    ·fca105·

 _Glou._ O, my fair cousin, I must not say so.

 _York._ Then is he more beholding to you than I.   [fca107]

 _Glou._ He may command me as my sovereign;
 But you have power in me as in a kinsman.   [fca109]

 _York._ I pray you, uncle, give me this dagger.   [fca110]

 _Glou._ My dagger, little cousin? with all my heart.

 _Prince._ A beggar, brother?

 _York._ Of my kind uncle, that I know will give;   [fca113]
 And being but a toy, which is no grief to give.   [fca114]

 _Glou._ A greater gift than that I’ll give my cousin.    ·fca115·

 _York._ A greater gift! O, that’s the sword to it.   [fca116]

 _Glou._ Ay, gentle cousin, were it light enough.

 _York._ O, then, I see, you will part but with light gifts;   [fca118]
 In weightier things you’ll say a beggar nay.

 _Glou._ It is too heavy for your grace to wear.   [fca120]

 _York._ I weigh it lightly, were it heavier.   [fca121]

 _Glou._ What, would you have my weapon, little lord?

 _York._ I would, that I might thank you as you call me.   [fca123]

 _Glou._ How?

 _York._ Little.    ·fca125·

 _Prince._ My Lord of York will still be cross in talk:
 Uncle, your grace knows how to bear with him.

 _York._ You mean, to bear me, not to bear with me:
 Uncle, my brother mocks both you and me;
 Because that I am little, like an ape,    ·fca130·
 He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders.

 _Buck._ With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons!   [fca132]
 To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle,   [fca133]
 He prettily and aptly taunts himself:
 So cunning and so young is wonderful.    ·fca135·

 _Glou._ My lord, will’t please you pass along?   [fca136]
 Myself and my good cousin Buckingham
 Will to your mother, to entreat of her
 To meet you at the Tower and welcome you.

 _York._ What, will you go unto the Tower, my lord?    ·fca140·

 _Prince._ My lord protector needs will have it so.   [fca141]

 _York._ I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower.

 _Glou._ Why, what should you fear?   [fca143]

 _York._ Marry, my uncle Clarence’ angry ghost:   [fca144]
 My grandam told me he was murder’d there.   [fca145]

 _Prince._ I fear no uncles dead.

 _Glou._ Nor none that live, I hope.

 _Prince._ An if they live, I hope I need not fear.   [fca148]
 But come, my lord; and with a heavy heart,   [fca149]
 Thinking on them, go I unto the Tower.   [fca150]
               [_A Sennet. Exeunt all but Gloucester, Buckingham and
                 Catesby._

 _Buck._ Think you, my lord, this little prating York   [fca151]
 Was not incensed by his subtle mother
 To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously?

 _Glou._ No doubt, no doubt: O, ’tis a parlous boy;   [fca154]
 Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable:    ·fca155·
 He is all the mother’s, from the top to toe.

 _Buck._ Well, let them rest. Come hither, Catesby.   [fca157]
 Thou art sworn as deeply to effect what we intend   [fca158]
 As closely to conceal what we impart:
 Thou know’st our reasons urged upon the way;   [fca160]
 What think’st thou? is it not an easy matter   [fca161]
 To make William Lord Hastings of our mind,   [fca162]
 For the instalment of this noble duke
 In the seat royal of this famous isle?

 _Cate._ He for his father’s sake so loves the prince    ·fca165·
 That he will not be won to aught against him.

 _Buck._ What think’st thou then of Stanley? what will he?   [fca167]

 _Cate._ He will do all in all as Hastings doth.

 _Buck._ Well, then, no more but this: go, gentle Catesby,   [fca169]
 And, as it were far off, sound thou Lord Hastings,   [fca170]
 How he doth stand affected to our purpose;   [fca171]
 And summon him to-morrow to the Tower,   [fca172]
 To sit about the coronation.
 If thou dost find him tractable to us,
 Encourage him, and show him all our reasons:   [fca175]
 If he be leaden, icy-cold, unwilling,   [fca176]
 Be thou so too; and so break off your talk,   [fca177]
 And give us notice of his inclination:
 For we to-morrow hold divided councils,
 Wherein thyself shalt highly be employ’d.   [fca180]

 _Glou._ Commend me to Lord William: tell him, Catesby,
 His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries
 To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret-castle;
 And bid my friend, for joy of this good news,   [fca184]
 Give Mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more.   [fca185]

 _Buck._ Good Catesby, go, effect this business soundly.   [fca186]

 _Cate._ My good lords both, with all the heed I may.   [fca187]

 _Glou._ Shall we hear from you, Catesby, ere we sleep?   [fca188]

 _Cate._ You shall, my lord.

 _Glou._ At Crosby Place, there shall you find us both.   [fca190]
               [_Exit Catesby._

 _Buck._ Now, my lord, what shall we do, if we perceive   [fca191]
 Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots?   [fca192]

 _Glou._ Chop off his head, man; somewhat we will do:   [fca193]
 And, look, when I am king, claim thou of me
 The earldom of Hereford, and the moveables   [fca195]
 Whereof the king my brother stood possess’d.   [fca196]

 _Buck._ I’ll claim that promise at your grace’s hands.   [fca197]

 _Glou._ And look to have it yielded with all willingness.   [fca198]
 Come, let us sup betimes, that afterwards
 We may digest our complots in some form.   [_Exeunt._   [fca200]


SCENE II. _Before Lord Hastings’ house_.

_Enter a_ Messenger.

 _Mess._ What, ho! my lord!   [fcb001]

 _Hast._ [_Within_] Who knocks at the door?   [fcb002]

 _Mess._ A messenger from the Lord Stanley.   [fcb003]

    _Enter_ LORD HASTINGS.

 _Hast._ What is’t o’clock?   [fcb004]

 _Mess._ Upon the stroke of four.    ·fcb005·

 _Hast._ Cannot thy master sleep these tedious nights?   [fcb006]

 _Mess._ So it should seem by that I have to say.   [fcb007]
 First, he commends him to your noble lordship.   [fcb008]

 _Hast._ And then?   [fcb009]

 _Mess._ And then he sends you word   [fcb010]
 He dreamt to-night the boar had razed his helm:   [fcb011]
 Besides, he says there are two councils held;   [fcb012]
 And that may be determined at the one   [fcb013]
 Which may make you and him to rue at the other.
 Therefore he sends to know your lordship’s pleasure,    ·fcb015·
 If presently you will take horse with him,   [fcb016]
 And with all speed post with him toward the north,   [fcb017]
 To shun the danger that his soul divines.

 _Hast._ Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord;   [fcb019]
 Bid him not fear the separated councils:   [fcb020]
 His honour and myself are at the one,
 And at the other is my servant Catesby;   [fcb022]
 Where nothing can proceed that toucheth us
 Whereof I shall not have intelligence.
 Tell him his fears are shallow, wanting instance:   [fcb025]
 And for his dreams, I wonder he is so fond   [fcb026]
 To trust the mockery of unquiet slumbers:
 To fly the boar before the boar pursues,   [fcb028]
 Were to incense the boar to follow us
 And make pursuit where he did mean no chase.   [fcb030]
 Go, bid thy master rise and come to me;
 And we will both together to the Tower,
 Where, he shall see, the boar will use us kindly.

 _Mess._ My gracious lord, I’ll tell him what you say.   [fcb034]
               [_Exit._


    _Enter_ CATESBY.

 _Cate._ Many good morrows to my noble lord!    ·fcb035·

 _Hast._ Good morrow, Catesby; you are early stirring:
 What news, what news, in this our tottering state?

 _Cate._ It is a reeling world indeed, my lord;
 And I believe ’twill never stand upright   [fcb039]
 Till Richard wear the garland of the realm.    ·fcb040·

 _Hast._ How! wear the garland! dost thou mean the crown?   [fcb041]

 _Cate._ Ay, my good lord.

 _Hast._ I’ll have this crown of mine cut from my shoulders
 Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced.   [fcb044]
 But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it?    ·fcb045·

 _Cate._ Ay, on my life, and hopes to find you forward   [fcb046]
 Upon his party for the gain thereof:
 And thereupon he sends you this good news,
 That this same very day your enemies,
 The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret.    ·fcb050·

 _Hast._ Indeed, I am no mourner for that news,   [fcb051]
 Because they have been still mine enemies:   [fcb052]
 But, that I’ll give my voice on Richard’s side,
 To bar my master’s heirs in true descent,
 God knows I will not do it, to the death.    ·fcb055·

 _Cate._ God keep your lordship in that gracious mind!

 _Hast._ But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month hence,
 That they who brought me in my master’s hate,   [fcb058]
 I live to look upon their tragedy.
 I tell thee, Catesby,--   [fcb060]

 _Cate._ What, my lord?

 _Hast._ Ere a fortnight make me elder,   [fcb062]
 I’ll send some packing that yet think not on it.   [fcb063]

 _Cate._ ’Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,
 When men are unprepared and look not for it.    ·fcb065·

 _Hast._ O monstrous, monstrous! and so falls it out   [fcb066]
 With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: and so ’twill do
 With some men else, who think themselves as safe   [fcb068]
 As thou and I; who, as thou know’st, are dear   [fcb069]
 To princely Richard and to Buckingham.   [fcb070]

 _Cate._ The princes both make high account of you;
 [_Aside_] For they account his head upon the bridge.   [fcb072]

 _Hast._ I know they do; and I have well deserved it.   [fcb073]

    _Enter_ LORD STANLEY.

 Come on, come on; where is your boar-spear, man?   [fcb074]
 Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided?   [fcb075]

 _Stan._ My lord, good morrow; good morrow, Catesby:   [fcb076]
 You may jest on, but, by the holy rood,
 I do not like these several councils, I.

 _Hast._ My lord,   [fcb079]
 I hold my life as dear as you do yours;   [fcb080]
 And never in my life, I do protest,   [fcb081]
 Was it more precious to me than ’tis now:   [fcb082]
 Think you, but that I know our state secure,   [fcb083]
 I would be so triumphant as I am?

 _Stan._ The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from London,   [fcb085]
 Were jocund and supposed their state was sure,   [fcb086]
 And they indeed had no cause to mistrust;   [fcb087]
 But yet, you see, how soon the day o’ercast.   [fcb088]
 This sudden stab of rancour I misdoubt:   [fcb089]
 Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward!   [fcb090]
 What, shall we toward the Tower? the day is spent.   [fcb091]

 _Hast._ Come, come, have with you. Wot you what, my lord?   [fcb092]
 To-day the lords you talk of are beheaded.   [fcb093]

 _Stan._ They, for their truth, might better wear their heads
 Than some that have accused them wear their hats.   [fcb095]
 But come, my lord, let us away.   [fcb096]

    _Enter a_ Pursuivant.

 _Hast._ Go on before; I’ll talk with this good fellow.   [fcb097]
               [_Exeunt Stanley and Catesby._
 How now, sirrah! how goes the world with thee?   [fcb098]

 _Purs._ The better that your lordship please to ask.   [fcb099]

 _Hast._ I tell thee, man, ’tis better with me now   [fcb100]
 Than when I met thee last where now we meet:   [fcb101]
 Then was I going prisoner to the Tower,
 By the suggestion of the queen’s allies;
 But now, I tell thee--keep it to thyself--
 This day those enemies are put to death,    ·fcb105·
 And I in better state than e’er I was.   [fcb106]

 _Purs._ God hold it, to your honour’s good content!

 _Hast._ Gramercy, fellow: there, drink that for me.   [fcb108]
               [_Throws him his purse._

 _Purs._ God save your lordship.   [_Exit._   [fcb109]

    _Enter a_ Priest.

 _Priest._ Well met, my lord; I am glad to see your honour.   [fcb110]

 _Hast._ I thank thee, good Sir John, with all my heart.
 I am in your debt for your last exercise;   [fcb112]
 Come the next Sabbath, and I will content you.   [fcb113]
               [_He whispers in his ear._

    _Enter_ BUCKINGHAM.

 _Buck._ What, talking with a priest, lord chamberlain?   [fcb114]
 Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest;    ·fcb115·
 Your honour hath no shriving work in hand.   [fcb116]

 _Hast._ Good faith, and when I met this holy man,
 Those men you talk of came into my mind.   [fcb118]
 What, go you toward the Tower?   [fcb119]

 _Buck._ I do, my lord; but long I shall not stay:   [fcb120]
 I shall return before your lordship thence.

 _Hast._’Tis like enough, for I stay dinner there.   [fcb122]

 _Buck._ [_Aside_] And supper too, although thou know’st it
               not.   [fcb123]
 Come, will you go?

_Hast._            I’ll wait upon your lordship.   [_Exeunt._   [fcb124]


SCENE III. _Pomfret Castle_.

_Enter_ SIR RICHARD RATCLIFF, _with halberds, carrying_ RIVERS,
GREY, _and_ VAUGHAN _to death_.

 _Rat._ Come, bring forth the prisoners.   [fcc001]

 _Riv._ Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this:
 To-day shalt thou behold a subject die
 For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.

 _Grey._ God keep the prince from all the pack of you!   [fcc005]
 A knot you are of damned blood-suckers.

 _Vaug._ You live that shall cry woe for this hereafter.   [fcc007]

 _Rat._ Dispatch; the limit of your lives is out.

 _Riv._ O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison,
 Fatal and ominous to noble peers!   [fcc010]
 Within the guilty closure of thy walls
 Richard the second here was hack’d to death;
 And, for more slander to thy dismal seat,   [fcc013]
 We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink.   [fcc014]

 _Grey._ Now Margaret’s curse is fall’n upon our heads,   [fcc015]
 For standing by when Richard stabb’d her son.

 _Riv._ Then cursed she Hastings, then cursed she Buckingham,   [fcc017]
 Then cursed she Richard. O, remember, God,   [fcc018]
 To hear her prayers for them, as now for us!   [fcc019]
 And for my sister and her princely sons,   [fcc020]
 Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood,   [fcc021]
 Which, as thou know’st, unjustly must be spilt.

 _Rat._ Make haste; the hour of death is expiate.   [fcc023]

 _Riv._ Come, Grey, come, Vaughan, let us all embrace:   [fcc024]
 And take our leave, until we meet in heaven.   [_Exeunt._   [fcc025]


SCENE IV. _The Tower of London_.

_Enter_ BUCKINGHAM, DERBY, HASTINGS, _the_ BISHOP OF ELY,
RATCLIFF, LOVEL, _with others, and take their seats at a table_.

 _Hast._ My lords, at once: the cause why we are met   [fcd001]
 Is, to determine of the coronation.
 In God’s name, speak: when is the royal day?   [fcd003]

 _Buck._ Are all things fitting for that royal time?   [fcd004]

 _Der._ It is, and wants but nomination.   [fcd005]

 _Ely._ To-morrow then I judge a happy day.   [fcd006]

 _Buck._ Who knows the lord protector’s mind herein?
 Who is most inward with the noble duke?

 _Ely._ Your grace, we think, should soonest know his mind.   [fcd009]

 _Buck._ Who, I, my lord! We know each other’s faces,   [fcd010]
 But for our hearts, he knows no more of mine
 Than I of yours;
 Nor I no more of his, than you of mine.
 Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love.

 _Hast._ I thank his grace, I know he loves me well;    ·fcd015·
 But, for his purpose in the coronation,
 I have not sounded him, nor he deliver’d
 His gracious pleasure any way therein:   [fcd018]
 But you, my noble lords, may name the time;   [fcd019]
 And in the duke’s behalf I’ll give my voice,    ·fcd020·
 Which, I presume, he’ll take in gentle part.   [fcd021]

    _Enter_ GLOUCESTER.

 _Ely._ Now in good time, here comes the duke himself.   [fcd022]

 _Glou._ My noble lords and cousins all, good morrow.   [fcd023]
 I have been long a sleeper; but, I hope,   [fcd024]
 My absence doth neglect no great designs,   [fcd025]
 Which by my presence might have been concluded.

 _Buck._ Had not you come upon your cue, my lord,   [fcd027]
 William Lord Hastings had pronounced your part,--   [fcd028]
 I mean, your voice,--for crowning of the king.   [fcd029]

 _Glou._ Than my Lord Hastings no man might be bolder;   [fcd030]
 His lordship knows me well, and loves me well.

 _Hast._ I thank your grace.

 _Glou._                     My Lord of Ely!

 _Ely._                                      My lord?   [fcd032]

 _Glou._ When I was last in Holborn,
 I saw good strawberries in your garden there:   [fcd034]
 I do beseech you send for some of them.   [fcd035]

 _Ely._ Marry, and will, my lord, with all my heart.   [fcd036]
               [_Exit._

 _Glou._ Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you.   [fcd037]
               [_Drawing him aside._
 Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business,
 And finds the testy gentleman so hot,   [fcd039]
 As he will lose his head ere give consent   [fcd040]
 His master’s son, as worshipful he terms it,   [fcd041]
 Shall lose the royalty of England’s throne.

 _Buck._ Withdraw you hence, my lord, I’ll follow you.   [fcd043]
               [_Exit Gloucester, Buckingham following._

 _Der._ We have not yet set down this day of triumph.
 To-morrow, in mine opinion, is too sudden;   [fcd045]
 For I myself am not so well provided
 As else I would be, were the day prolong’d.   [fcd047]

    _Re-enter_ BISHOP OF ELY.

 _Ely._ Where is my lord protector? I have sent for   [fcd048]
 these strawberries.   [fcd049]

 _Hast._ His grace looks cheerfully and smooth to-day;   [fcd050]
 There’s some conceit or other likes him well,
 When he doth bid good morrow with such a spirit.   [fcd052]
 I think there’s never a man in Christendom   [fcd053]
 That can less hide his love or hate than he;   [fcd054]
 For by his face straight shall you know his heart.    ·fcd055·

 _Der._ What of his heart perceive you in his face
 By any likelihood he show’d to-day?   [fcd057]

 _Hast._ Marry, that with no man here he is offended;   [fcd058]
 For, were he, he had shown it in his looks.   [fcd059]

 _Der._ I pray God he be not, I say.   [fcd060]

    _Re-enter_ GLOUCESTER _and_ BUCKINGHAM.

 _Glou._ I pray you all, tell me what they deserve   [fcd061]
 That do conspire my death with devilish plots
 Of damned witchcraft, and that have prevail’d
 Upon my body with their hellish charms?

 _Hast._ The tender love I bear your grace, my lord,    ·fcd065·
 Makes me most forward in this noble presence   [fcd066]
 To doom the offenders, whatsoever they be:   [fcd067]
 I say, my lord, they have deserved death.

 _Glou._ Then be your eyes the witness of this ill:   [fcd069]
 See how I am bewitch’d; behold, mine arm   [fcd070]
 Is like a blasted sapling, wither’d up:   [fcd071]
 And this is Edward’s wife, that monstrous witch,   [fcd072]
 Consorted with that harlot strumpet Shore,   [fcd073]
 That by their witchcraft thus have marked me.   [fcd074]

 _Hast._ If they have done this thing, my gracious lord,--   [fcd075]

 _Glou._ If! thou protector of this damned strumpet,
 Tellest thou me of ‘ifs’? Thou art a traitor:   [fcd077]
 Off with his head! Now, by Saint Paul I swear,   [fcd078]
 I will not dine until I see the same.
 Lovel and Ratcliff, look that it be done:    ·fcd080·
 The rest that love me, rise and follow me.   [fcd081]
               [_Exeunt all but Hastings, Ratcliff and Lovel._

 _Hast._ Woe, woe for England! not a whit for me;
 For I, too fond, might have prevented this.
 Stanley did dream the boar did raze his helm;   [fcd084]
 But I disdain’d it, and did scorn to fly:   [fcd085]
 Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse did stumble,
 And startled, when he look’d upon the Tower,   [fcd087]
 As loath to bear me to the slaughter-house.
 O, now I want the priest that spake to me:   [fcd089]
 I now repent I told the pursuivant,    ·fcd090·
 As ’twere triumphing at mine enemies,   [fcd091]
 How they at Pomfret bloodily were butcher’d,   [fcd092]
 And I myself secure in grace and favour.
 O Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse
 Is lighted on poor Hastings’ wretched head!   [fcd095]

 _Rat._ Dispatch, my lord; the duke would be at dinner:   [fcd096]
 Make a short shrift; he longs to see your head.

 _Hast._ O momentary grace of mortal men,   [fcd098]
 Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!   [fcd099]
 Who builds his hopes in air of your fair looks,   [fcd100]
 Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast,
 Ready, with every nod, to tumble down
 Into the fatal bowels of the deep.

 _Lov._ Come, come, dispatch; ’tis bootless to exclaim.   [fcd104]

 _Hast._ O bloody Richard! miserable England!    ·fcd105·
 I prophesy the fearfull’st time to thee
 That ever wretched age hath look’d upon.
 Come, lead me to the block; bear him my head:
 They smile at me that shortly shall be dead.   [_Exeunt._   [fcd109]


SCENE V. _The Tower-walls_.

_Enter_ GLOUCESTER _and_ BUCKINGHAM, _in rotten armour, marvellous
ill-favoured_.

 _Glou._ Come, cousin, canst thou quake, and change thy
               colour,   [fce001]
 Murder thy breath in middle of a word,   [fce002]
 And then begin again, and stop again,   [fce003]
 As if thou wert distraught and mad with terror?   [fce004]

 _Buck._ Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian,   [fce005]
 Speak and look back, and pry on every side,
 Tremble and start at wagging of a straw,   [fce007]
 Intending deep suspicion: ghastly looks   [fce008]
 Are at my service, like enforced smiles;
 And both are ready in their offices,   [fce010]
 At any time, to grace my stratagems.
 But what, is Catesby gone?

 _Glou._ He is; and, see, he brings the mayor along.   [fce013]

    _Enter the_ Mayor _and_ CATESBY.

 _Buck._ Lord mayor,--   [fce014]

 _Glou._ Look to the drawbridge there!    ·fce015·

 _Buck._ Hark! a drum.   [fce016]

 _Glou._ Catesby, o’erlook the walls.   [fce017]

 _Buck._ Lord mayor, the reason we have sent--   [fce018]

 _Glou._ Look back, defend thee, here are enemies.   [fce019]

 _Buck._ God and our innocency defend and guard us!   [fce020]

 _Glou._ Be patient, they are friends, Ratcliff and Lovel.   [fce021]

    _Enter_ LOVEL _and_ RATCLIFF, _with_ HASTINGS’ _head_.

 _Lov._ Here is the head of that ignoble traitor,   [fce022]
 The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings.

 _Glou._ So dear I loved the man, that I must weep.
 I took him for the plainest harmless creature   [fce025]
 That breathed upon this earth a Christian;   [fce026]
 Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded   [fce027]
 The history of all her secret thoughts:
 So smooth he daub’d his vice with show of virtue
 That, his apparent open guilt omitted,    ·fce030·
 I mean, his conversation with Shore’s wife,
 He lived from all attainder of suspect.   [fce032]

 _Buck._ Well, well, he was the covert’st shelter’d traitor   [fce033]
 That ever lived.
 Would you imagine, or almost believe,   [fce035]
 Were’t not that, by great preservation,   [fce036]
 We live to tell it you, the subtle traitor   [fce037]
 This day had plotted, in the council-house   [fce038]
 To murder me and my good Lord of Gloucester?

 _May._ What, had he so?   [fce040]

 _Glou._ What, think you we are Turks or infidels?   [fce041]
 Or that we would, against the form of law,   [fce042]
 Proceed thus rashly to the villain’s death,   [fce043]
 But that the extreme peril of the case,   [fce044]
 The peace of England and our persons’ safety,    ·fce045·
 Enforced us to this execution?   [fce046]

 _May._ Now, fair befall you! he deserved his death;
 And you, my good lords both, have well proceeded,   [fce048]
 To warn false traitors from the like attempts.
 I never look’d for better at his hands,   [fce050]
 After he once fell in with Mistress Shore.

 _Glou._ Yet had not we determined he should die,   [fce052]
 Until your lordship came to see his death;   [fce053]
 Which now the loving haste of these our friends,   [fce054]
 Somewhat against our meaning, have prevented:   [fce055]
 Because, my lord, we would have had you heard   [fce056]
 The traitor speak and timorously confess
 The manner and the purpose of his treason;   [fce058]
 That you might well have signified the same
 Unto the citizens, who haply may   [fce060]
 Misconstrue us in him and wail his death.   [fce061]

 _May._ But, my good lord, your grace’s word shall serve,   [fce062]
 As well as I had seen and heard him speak:   [fce063]
 And doubt you not, right noble princes both,   [fce064]
 But I’ll acquaint our duteous citizens   [fce065]
 With all your just proceedings in this cause.   [fce066]

 _Glou._ And to that end we wish’d your lordship here,   [fce067]
 To avoid the carping censures of the world.   [fce068]

 _Buck._ But since you come too late of our intents,   [fce069]
 Yet witness what you hear we did intend:   [fce070]
 And so, my good lord mayor, we bid farewell.   [_Exit Mayor._

 _Glou._ Go, after, after, cousin Buckingham.   [fce072]
 The mayor towards Guildhall hies him in all post:
 There, at your meet’st advantage of the time,   [fce074]
 Infer the bastardy of Edward’s children:    ·fce075·
 Tell them how Edward put to death a citizen,
 Only for saying he would make his son
 Heir to the crown, meaning indeed his house,
 Which, by the sign thereof, was termed so.
 Moreover, urge his hateful luxury    ·fce080·
 And bestial appetite in change of lust;   [fce081]
 Which stretched to their servants, daughters, wives,   [fce082]
 Even where his lustful eye or savage heart,   [fce083]
 Without control, listed to make his prey.   [fce084]
 Nay, for a need, thus far come near my person:    ·fce085·
 Tell them, when that my mother went with child
 Of that unsatiate Edward, noble York   [fce087]
 My princely father then had wars in France;   [fce088]
 And, by just computation of the time,   [fce089]
 Found that the issue was not his begot;    ·fce090·
 Which well appeared in his lineaments,
 Being nothing like the noble duke my father:
 But touch this sparingly, as ’twere far off;   [fce093]
 Because you know, my lord, my mother lives.   [fce094]

 _Buck._ Fear not, my lord, I’ll play the orator   [fce095]
 As if the golden fee for which I plead
 Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu.   [fce097]

 _Glou._ If you thrive well, bring them to Baynard’s Castle;
 Where you shall find me well accompanied
 With reverend fathers and well-learned bishops.    ·fce100·

 _Buck._ I go; and towards three or four o’clock   [fce101]
 Look for the news that the Guildhall affords.   [_Exit._   [fce102]

 _Glou._ Go, Lovel, with all speed to Doctor Shaw;   [fce103]
 [_To Cate._] Go thou to Friar Penker; bid them both   [fce104]
 Meet me within this hour at Baynard’s Castle.   [fce105]
               [_Exeunt all but Gloucester._
 Now will I in, to take some privy order,   [fce106]
 To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight;
 And to give notice, that no manner of person   [fce108]
 At any time have recourse unto the princes.   [_Exit._   [fce109]


SCENE VI. _The same. A street_.

_Enter a_ Scrivener, _with a paper in his hand_.

 _Scriv._ This is the indictment of the good Lord Hastings;   [fcf001]
 Which in a set hand fairly is engross’d,
 That it may be this day read o’er in Paul’s.   [fcf003]
 And mark how well the sequel hangs together:
 Eleven hours I spent to write it over,   [fcf005]
 For yesternight by Catesby was it brought me;   [fcf006]
 The precedent was full as long a-doing:   [fcf007]
 And yet within these five hours lived Lord Hastings,   [fcf008]
 Untainted, unexamined, free, at liberty.
 Here’s a good world the while! Why who’s so gross,   [fcf010]
 That seeth not this palpable device?   [fcf011]
 Yet who’s so blind, but says he sees it not?   [fcf012]
 Bad is the world; and all will come to nought,   [fcf013]
 When such bad dealing must be seen in thought.   [_Exit._   [fcf014]


SCENE VII. _Baynard’s Castle_.

_Enter_ GLOUCESTER _and_ BUCKINGHAM, _at several doors_.

 _Glou._ How now, my lord, what say the citizens?   [fcg001]

 _Buck._ Now, by the holy mother of our Lord,
 The citizens are mum, and speak not a word.   [fcg003]

 _Glou._ Touch’d you the bastardy of Edward’s children?

 _Buck._ I did; with his contract with Lady Lucy,   [fcg005]
 And his contract by deputy in France;
 The insatiate greediness of his desires,   [fcg007]
 And his enforcement of the city wives;   [fcg008]
 His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy,
 As being got, your father then in France,    ·fcg010·
 And his resemblance, being not like the duke:   [fcg011]
 Withal I did infer your lineaments,
 Being the right idea of your father,
 Both in your form and nobleness of mind;   [fcg014]
 Laid open all your victories in Scotland,   [fcg015]
 Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace,
 Your bounty, virtue, fair humility;
 Indeed left nothing fitting for the purpose   [fcg018]
 Untouch’d or slightly handled in discourse:
 And when mine oratory grew to an end,   [fcg020]
 I bid them that did love their country’s good   [fcg021]
 Cry ‘God save Richard, England’s royal king!’

 _Glou._ Ah! and did they so?   [fcg023]

 _Buck._ No, so God help me, they spake not a word;   [fcg024]
 But, like dumb statuas or breathing stones,   [fcg025]
 Gazed each on other, and look’d deadly pale.   [fcg026]
 Which when I saw, I reprehended them;
 And ask’d the mayor what meant this wilful silence:   [fcg028]
 His answer was, the people were not wont   [fcg029]
 To be spoke to but by the recorder.   [fcg030]
 Then he was urged to tell my tale again:
 ‘Thus saith the duke, thus hath the duke inferr’d;’
 But nothing spake in warrant from himself.   [fcg033]
 When he had done, some followers of mine own
 At the lower end of the hall hurl’d up their caps,   [fcg035]
 And some ten voices cried ‘God save King Richard!’
 And thus I took the vantage of those few,   [fcg037]
 ‘Thanks, gentle citizens and friends!’ quoth I,   [fcg038]
 ‘This general applause and loving shout   [fcg039]
 Argues your wisdoms and your love to Richard:’   [fcg040]
 And even here brake off, and came away.   [fcg041]

 _Glou._ What tongueless blocks were they! would they not
               speak?   [fcg042]

 _Buck._ No, by my troth, my lord.   [fcg043]

 _Glou._ Will not the mayor then and his brethren come?

 _Buck._ The mayor is here at hand: intend some fear;   [fcg045]
 Be not you spoke with, but by mighty suit:   [fcg046]
 And look you get a prayer-book in your hand,
 And stand betwixt two churchmen, good my lord;   [fcg048]
 For on that ground I’ll build a holy descant:   [fcg049]
 And be not easily won to our request;   [fcg050]
 Play the maid’s part, still answer nay, and take it.   [fcg051]

 _Glou._ I go; and if you plead as well for them   [fcg052]
 As I can say nay to thee for myself,   [fcg053]
 No doubt we’ll bring it to a happy issue.   [fcg054]

 _Buck._ Go, go up to the leads; the lord mayor knocks.   [fcg055]
               [_Exit Gloucester._

    _Enter the_ Mayor _and_ Citizens.

 Welcome, my lord: I dance attendance here;   [fcg056]
 I think the duke will not be spoke withal.   [fcg057]

    _Enter_ CATESBY.

 Here comes his servant: how now, Catesby,   [fcg058]
 What says he?

 _Cate._              My lord, he doth entreat your grace   [fcg059]
 To visit him to-morrow or next day:    ·fcg060·
 He is within, with two right reverend fathers,   [fcg061]
 Divinely bent to meditation;
 And in no worldly suit would he be moved,   [fcg063]
 To draw him from his holy exercise.

 _Buck._ Return, good Catesby, to thy lord again;   [fcg065]
 Tell him, myself, the mayor and citizens,   [fcg066]
 In deep designs and matters of great moment,   [fcg067]
 No less importing than our general good,   [fcg068]
 Are come to have some conference with his grace.

 _Cate._ I’ll tell him what you say, my lord.   [_Exit._   [fcg070]

 _Buck._ Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not an Edward!
 He is not lolling on a lewd day-bed,   [fcg072]
 But on his knees at meditation;
 Not dallying with a brace of courtezans,
 But meditating with two deep divines;    ·fcg075·
 Not sleeping, to engross his idle body,
 But praying, to enrich his watchful soul:
 Happy were England, would this gracious prince   [fcg078]
 Take on himself the sovereignty thereof:   [fcg079]
 But, sure, I fear, we shall ne’er win him to it.   [fcg080]

 _May._ Marry, God forbid his grace should say us nay!   [fcg081]

 _Buck._ I fear he will.   [fcg082]

    _Re-enter_ CATESBY.

 How now, Catesby, what says your lord?

 _Cate._                                My lord,   [fcg083]
 He wonders to what end you have assembled
 Such troops of citizens to speak with him,   [fcg085]
 His grace not being warn’d thereof before:
 My lord, he fears you mean no good to him.   [fcg087]

 _Buck._ Sorry I am my noble cousin should
 Suspect me, that I mean no good to him:
 By heaven, I come in perfect love to him;   [fcg090]
 And so once more return and tell his grace.   [fcg091]
               [_Exit Catesby._
 When holy and devout religious men
 Are at their beads, ’tis hard to draw them thence,   [fcg093]
 So sweet is zealous contemplation.   [fcg094]

    _Enter_ GLOUCESTER _aloft, between two Bishops._ CATESBY
    _returns_.

 _May._ See, where he stands between two clergymen!   [fcg095]

 _Buck._ Two props of virtue for a Christian prince,
 To stay him from the fall of vanity:
 And, see, a book of prayer in his hand,   [fcg098]
 True ornaments to know a holy man.   [fcg099]
 Famous Plantagenet, most gracious prince,    ·fcg100·
 Lend favourable ears to our request;   [fcg101]
 And pardon us the interruption
 Of thy devotion and right Christian zeal.

 _Glou._ My lord, there needs no such apology:
 I rather do beseech you pardon me,   [fcg105]
 Who, earnest in the service of my God,   [fcg106]
 Neglect the visitation of my friends.   [fcg107]
 But, leaving this, what is your grace’s pleasure?

 _Buck._ Even that, I hope, which pleaseth God above
 And all good men of this ungovern’d isle.    ·fcg110·

 _Glou._ I do suspect I have done some offence
 That seems disgracious in the city’s eyes,   [fcg112]
 And that you come to reprehend my ignorance.

 _Buck._ You have, my lord: would it might please your grace,   [fcg114]
 At our entreaties, to amend that fault!   [fcg115]

 _Glou._ Else wherefore breathe I in a Christian land?

 _Buck._ Then know, it is your fault that you resign   [fcg117]
 The supreme seat, the throne majestical,
 The scepter’d office of your ancestors,   [fcg119]
 Your state of fortune and your due of birth,   [fcg120]
 The lineal glory of your royal house,
 To the corruption of a blemish’d stock:
 Whilst, in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts,   [fcg123]
 Which here we waken to our country’s good,   [fcg124]
 This noble isle doth want her proper limbs;   [fcg125]
 Her face defaced with scars of infamy,   [fcg126]
 Her royal stock graft with ignoble plants,   [fcg127]
 And almost shoulder’d in the swallowing gulf   [fcg128]
 Of blind forgetfulness and dark oblivion.   [fcg129]
 Which to recure, we heartily solicit   [fcg130]
 Your gracious self to take on you the charge   [fcg131]
 And kingly government of this your land;
 Not as protector, steward, substitute,
 Or lowly factor for another’s gain;   [fcg134]
 But as successively, from blood to blood,    ·fcg135·
 Your right of birth, your empery, your own.
 For this, consorted with the citizens,
 Your very worshipful and loving friends,   [fcg138]
 And by their vehement instigation,
 In this just suit come I to move your grace.   [fcg140]

 _Glou._ I know not whether to depart in silence,   [fcg141]
 Or bitterly to speak in your reproof,
 Best fitteth my degree or your condition:   [fcg143]
 If not to answer, you might haply think   [fcg144]
 Tongue-tied ambition, not replying, yielded    ·fcg145·
 To bear the golden yoke of sovereignty,
 Which fondly you would here impose on me;
 If to reprove you for this suit of yours
 So season’d with your faithful love to me,
 Then, on the other side, I check’d my friends.    ·fcg150·
 Therefore, to speak, and to avoid the first,
 And then, in speaking, not to incur the last,   [fcg152]
 Definitively thus I answer you.
 Your love deserves my thanks, but my desert
 Unmeritable shuns your high request.   [fcg155]
 First, if all obstacles were cut away
 And that my path were even to the crown,
 As my ripe revenue and due by birth;   [fcg158]
 Yet so much is my poverty of spirit,
 So mighty and so many my defects,    ·fcg160·
 As I had rather hide me from my greatness,   [fcg161]
 Being a bark to brook no mighty sea,
 Than in my greatness covet to be hid
 And in the vapour of my glory smother’d.
 But, God be thanked, there’s no need of me,   [fcg165]
 And much I need to help you, if need were;   [fcg166]
 The royal tree hath left us royal fruit,
 Which, mellow’d by the stealing hours of time,
 Will well become the seat of majesty,
 And make, no doubt, us happy by his reign.   [fcg170]
 On him I lay what you would lay on me,   [fcg171]
 The right and fortune of his happy stars;
 Which God defend that I should wring from him!

 _Buck._ My lord, this argues conscience in your grace;
 But the respects thereof are nice and trivial,    ·fcg175·
 All circumstances well considered.
 You say that Edward is your brother’s son:
 So say we too, but not by Edward’s wife;
 For first he was contract to Lady Lucy--   [fcg179]
 Your mother lives a witness to that vow--   [fcg180]
 And afterward by substitute betroth’d   [fcg181]
 To Bona, sister to the King of France.
 These both put by, a poor petitioner,   [fcg183]
 A care-crazed mother of a many children,   [fcg184]
 A beauty-waning and distressed widow,    ·fcg185·
 Even in the afternoon of her best days,
 Made prize and purchase of his lustful eye,   [fcg187]
 Seduced the pitch and height of all his thoughts   [fcg188]
 To base declension and loathed bigamy:   [fcg189]
 By her, in his unlawful bed, he got   [fcg190]
 This Edward, whom our manners term the prince.   [fcg191]
 More bitterly could I expostulate,   [fcg192]
 Save that, for reverence to some alive,   [fcg193]
 I give a sparing limit to my tongue.
 Then, good my lord, take to your royal self   [fcg195]
 This proffer’d benefit of dignity;   [fcg196]
 If not to bless us and the land withal,
 Yet to draw forth your noble ancestry   [fcg198]
 From the corruption of abusing times,   [fcg199]
 Unto a lineal true-derived course.   [fcg200]

 _May._ Do, good my lord, your citizens entreat you.

 _Buck._ Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffer’d love.   [fcg202]

 _Cate._ O, make them joyful, grant their lawful suit!

 _Glou._ Alas, why would you heap these cares on me?   [fcg204]
 I am unfit for state and majesty:   [fcg205]
 I do beseech you, take it not amiss;
 I cannot nor I will not yield to you.

 _Buck._ If you refuse it,--as, in love and zeal,
 Loath to depose the child, your brother’s son;
 As well we know your tenderness of heart    ·fcg210·
 And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse,
 Which we have noted in you to your kin,   [fcg212]
 And egally indeed to all estates,--   [fcg213]
 Yet whether you accept our suit or no,   [fcg214]
 Your brother’s son shall never reign our king;    ·fcg215·
 But we will plant some other in the throne,
 To the disgrace and downfall of your house:   [fcg217]
 And in this resolution here we leave you.   [fcg218]
 Come, citizens: ’zounds! I’ll entreat no more.   [fcg219]

 _Glou._ O, do not swear, my lord of Buckingham.   [fcg220]
               [_Exit Buckingham with the Citizens._

 _Cate._ Call them again, my lord, and accept their suit:   [fcg221]

 _Another._ Do, good my lord, lest all the land do rue it.   [fcg222]

 _Glou._ Would you enforce me to a world of care?   [fcg223]
 Well, call them again. I am not made of stone,   [fcg224]
 But penetrable to your kind entreats,   [fcg225]
 Albeit against my conscience and my soul.   [fcg226]

    _Re-enter_ BUCKINGHAM _and the rest_.

 Cousin of Buckingham, and you sage, grave men,   [fcg227]
 Since you will buckle fortune on my back,   [fcg228]
 To bear her burthen, whether I will or no,   [fcg229]
 I must have patience to endure the load:    ·fcg230·
 But if black scandal or foul-faced reproach   [fcg231]
 Attend the sequel of your imposition,
 Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me
 From all the impure blots and stains thereof;   [fcg234]
 For God he knows, and you may partly see,   [fcg235]
 How far I am from the desire thereof.   [fcg236]

 _May._ God bless your grace! we see it, and will say it.

 _Glou._ In saying so, you shall but say the truth.

 _Buck._ Then I salute you with this kingly title:   [fcg239]
 Long live Richard, England’s royal king!   [fcg240]

 _May. and Cit._ Amen.   [fcg241]

 _Buck._ To-morrow will it please you to be crown’d?   [fcg242]

 _Glou._ Even when you please, since you will have it so.   [fcg243]

 _Buck._ To-morrow then we will attend your grace:
 And so most joyfully we take our leave.   [fcg245]

 _Glou._ Come, let us to our holy task again.   [fcg246]
 Farewell, good cousin; farewell, gentle friends.  [_Exeunt._  [fcg247]


ACT IV.


SCENE I. _Before the Tower_.

_Enter, on one side_, QUEEN ELIZABETH, DUCHESS OF YORK,
_and_ MARQUESS OF DORSET; _on the other_, ANNE, DUCHESS OF
GLOUCESTER, _leading_ LADY MARGARET PLANTAGENET, CLARENCE’S
_young daughter_.

 _Duch._ Who meets us here? my niece Plantagenet   [fda001]
 Led in the hand of her kind aunt of Gloucester?   [fda002]
 Now, for my life, she’s wandering to the Tower,
 On pure heart’s love to greet the tender princes.   [fda004]
 Daughter, well met.

 _Anne._             God give your graces both   [fda005]
 A happy and a joyful time of day!

 _Q. Eliz._ As much to you, good sister! Whither away?   [fda007]

 _Anne._ No farther than the Tower, and, as I guess,   [fda008]
 Upon the like devotion as yourselves,
 To gratulate the gentle princes there.   [fda010]

 _Q. Eliz._ Kind sister, thanks: we’ll enter all together.

    _Enter_ BRAKENBURY.

 And, in good time, here the lieutenant comes.   [fda012]
 Master lieutenant, pray you, by your leave,
 How doth the prince, and my young son of York?   [fda014]

 _Brak._ Right well, dear madam. By your patience,   [fda015]
 I may not suffer you to visit them;   [fda016]
 The king hath straitly charged the contrary.   [fda017]

 _Q. Eliz._ The king! why, who’s that?   [fda018]

 _Brak._ I cry you mercy: I mean the lord protector.   [fda019]

 _Q. Eliz._ The Lord protect him from that kingly title!    ·fda020·
 Hath he set bounds betwixt their love and me?   [fda021]
 I am their mother; who should keep me from them?   [fda022]

 _Duch._ I am their father’s mother; I will see them.   [fda023]

 _Anne._ Their aunt I am in law, in love their mother:
 Then bring me to their sights; I’ll bear thy blame,   [fda025]
 And take thy office from thee, on my peril.

 _Brak._ No, madam, no; I may not leave it so:   [fda027]
 I am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me.   [_Exit._   [fda028]

    _Enter_ LORD STANLEY.

 _Stan._ Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence,   [fda029]
 And I’ll salute your grace of York as mother,   [fda030]
 And reverend looker on, of two fair queens.   [fda031]
 [_To Anne_] Come, madam, you must straight to Westminster,   [fda032]
 There to be crowned Richard’s royal queen.

 _Q. Eliz._ O, cut my lace in sunder, that my pent heart   [fda034]
 May have some scope to beat, or else I swoon   [fda035]
 With this dead-killing news!   [fda036]

 _Anne._ Despiteful tidings! O unpleasing news!   [fda037]

 _Dor._ Be of good cheer: mother, how fares your grace?   [fda038]

 _Q. Eliz._ O Dorset, speak not to me, get thee hence!   [fda039]
 Death and destruction dog thee at the heels;   [fda040]
 Thy mother’s name is ominous to children.   [fda041]
 If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas,   [fda042]
 And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell:   [fda043]
 Go, hie thee, hie thee from this slaughter-house,
 Lest thou increase the number of the dead;    ·fda045·
 And make me die the thrall of Margaret’s curse,
 Nor mother, wife, nor England’s counted queen.   [fda047]

 _Stan._ Full of wise care is this your counsel, madam.
 Take all the swift advantage of the hours;   [fda049]
 You shall have letters from me to my son   [fda050]
 To meet you on the way, and welcome you.   [fda051]
 Be not ta’en tardy by unwise delay.   [fda052]

 _Duch._ O ill-dispersing wind of misery!   [fda053]
 O my accursed womb, the bed of death!
 A cockatrice hast thou hatch’d to the world,   [fda055]
 Whose unavoided eye is murderous.

 _Stan._ Come, madam, come; I in all haste was sent.   [fda057]

 _Anne._ And I in all unwillingness will go.   [fda058]
 I would to God that the inclusive verge   [fda059]
 Of golden metal that must round my brow    ·fda060·
 Were red-hot steel, to sear me to the brain!   [fda061]
 Anointed let me be with deadly venom,   [fda062]
 And die, ere men can say, God save the queen!

 _Q. Eliz._ Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory;   [fda064]
 To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm.    ·fda065·

 _Anne._ No! why? When he that is my husband now   [fda066]
 Came to me, as I follow’d Henry’s corse,   [fda067]
 When scarce the blood was well wash’d from his hands   [fda068]
 Which issued from my other angel husband
 And that dead saint which then I weeping follow’d;   [fda070]
 O, when, I say, I look’d on Richard’s face,
 This was my wish: ‘Be thou,’ quoth I, ‘accursed,
 For making me, so young, so old a widow!
 And, when thou wed’st, let sorrow haunt thy bed;
 And be thy wife--if any be so mad--   [fda075]
 As miserable by the life of thee   [fda076]
 As thou hast made me by my dear lord’s death!’
 Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again,   [fda078]
 Even in so short a space, my woman’s heart   [fda079]
 Grossly grew captive to his honey words   [fda080]
 And proved the subject of my own soul’s curse,   [fda081]
 Which ever since hath kept my eyes from rest;   [fda082]
 For never yet one hour in his bed
 Have I enjoy’d the golden dew of sleep,   [fda084]
 But have been waked by his timorous dreams.   [fda085]
 Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick;
 And will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me.   [fda087]

 _Q. Eliz._ Poor heart, adieu! I pity thy complaining.   [fda088]

 _Anne._ No more than from my soul I mourn for yours.   [fda089]

 _Q. Eliz._ Farewell, thou woful welcomer of glory!   [fda090]

 _Anne._ Adieu, poor soul, that takest thy leave of it!   [fda091]

 _Duch._ [_To Dorset_] Go thou to Richmond, and good
               fortune guide thee!   [fda092]
 [_To Anne_] Go thou to Richard, and good angels guard
               thee!   [fda093]
 [_To Queen Eliz._] Go thou to sanctuary, and good thoughts
               possess thee!   [fda094]
 I to my grave, where peace and rest lie with me!    ·fda095·
 Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen,   [fda096]
 And each hour’s joy wreck’d with a week of teen.   [fda097]

 _Q. Eliz._ Stay, yet look back with me unto the Tower.   [fda098]
 Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes
 Whom envy hath immured within your walls!    ·fda100·
 Rough cradle for such little pretty ones!
 Rude ragged nurse, old sullen playfellow   [fda102]
 For tender princes, use my babies well!
 So foolish sorrow bids your stones farewell.   [_Exeunt._   [fda104]


SCENE II. _London. The Palace_.

_Sennet. Enter_ RICHARD, _in pomp, crowned;_ BUCKINGHAM,
CATESBY, _a_ Page, _and others_.

 _K. Rich._ Stand all apart. Cousin of Buckingham!   [fdb001]

 _Buck._ My gracious sovereign?   [fdb002]

 _K. Rich._ Give me thy hand.   [_Here he ascendeth his
               throne._] Thus high, by thy advice   [fdb003]
 And thy assistance, is king Richard seated:
 But shall we wear these honours for a day?   [fdb005]
 Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?

 _Buck._ Still live they and for ever may they last!   [fdb007]

 _K. Rich._ O Buckingham, now do I play the touch,   [fdb008]
 To try if thou be current gold indeed:
 Young Edward lives: think now what I would say.   [fdb010]

 _Buck._ Say on, my loving lord.   [fdb011]

 _K. Rich._ Why, Buckingham, I say, I would be king.

 _Buck._ Why, so you are, my thrice renowned liege.   [fdb013]

 _K. Rich._ Ha! am I king? ’tis so: but Edward lives.   [fdb014]

 _Buck._ True, noble prince.

 _K. Rich._                  O bitter consequence,    ·fdb015·
 That Edward still should live! ‘True, noble prince!’   [fdb016]
 Cousin, thou wert not wont to be so dull:   [fdb017]
 Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead;
 And I would have it suddenly perform’d.
 What sayest thou? speak suddenly; be brief.   [fdb020]

 _Buck._ Your grace may do your pleasure.

 _K. Rich._ Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness
               freezeth:   [fdb022]
 Say, have I thy consent that they shall die?

 _Buck._ Give me some breath, some little pause, my lord,   [fdb024]
 Before I positively speak herein:   [fdb025]
 I will resolve your grace immediately.   [_Exit._   [fdb026]

 _Cate._ [_Aside to a stander by._] The king is angry: see,
               he bites the lip.   [fdb027]

 _K. Rich._ I will converse with iron-witted fools   [fdb028]
 And unrespective boys: none are for me
 That look into me with considerate eyes:    ·fdb030·
 High-reaching Buckingham grows circumspect.   [fdb031]
 Boy!

 _Page._ My lord?   [fdb033]

 _K. Rich._ Know’st thou not any whom corrupting gold
 Would tempt unto a close exploit of death?   [fdb035]

 _Page._ My lord, I know a discontented gentleman,   [fdb036]
 Whose humble means match not his haughty mind:   [fdb037]
 Gold were as good as twenty orators,
 And will, no doubt, tempt him to any thing.

 _K. Rich._ What is his name?

 _Page._                      His name, my lord, is Tyrrel.   [fdb040]

 _K. Rich._ I partly know the man: go, call him hither.    [fdb041]
               [_Exit Page._
 The deep-revolving witty Buckingham   [fdb042]
 No more shall be the neighbour to my counsel:   [fdb043]
 Hath he so long held out with me untired,
 And stops he now for breath?   [fdb045]

    _Enter_ STANLEY.

 How now! what news with you?   [fdb046]

 _Stan._ My lord, I hear the Marquis Dorset’s fled   [fdb047]
 To Richmond, in those parts beyond the sea
 Where he abides.   [_Stands apart._   [fdb049]

 _K. Rich._ Catesby!    ·fdb050·

 _Cate._ My lord?

 _K. Rich._ Rumour it abroad   [fdb052]
 That Anne, my wife, is sick and like to die:
 I will take order for her keeping close.
 Inquire me out some mean-born gentleman,   [fdb055]
 Whom I will marry straight to Clarence’ daughter:   [fdb056]
 The boy is foolish, and I fear not him.
 Look, how thou dream’st! I say again, give out   [fdb058]
 That Anne my wife is sick, and like to die:   [fdb059]
 About it; for it stands me much upon,    ·fdb060·
 To stop all hopes whose growth may damage me.   [fdb061]
               [_Exit Catesby._
 I must be married to my brother’s daughter,   [fdb062]
 Or else my kingdom stands on brittle glass.
 Murder her brothers, and then marry her!   [fdb064]
 Uncertain way of gain! But I am in    ·fdb065·
 So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin:   [fdb066]
 Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.   [fdb067]

    _Re-enter_ Page, _with_ TYRREL.

 Is thy name Tyrrel?

 _Tyr._ James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject.

 _K. Rich._ Art thou, indeed?

 _Tyr._                     Prove me, my gracious sovereign.   [fdb070]

 _K. Rich._ Darest thou resolve to kill a friend of mine?

 _Tyr._ Ay, my lord;   [fdb072]
 But I had rather kill two enemies.   [fdb073]

 _K. Rich._ Why, there thou hast it: two deep enemies,   [fdb074]
 Foes to my rest and my sweet sleep’s disturbers   [fdb075]
 Are they that I would have thee deal upon:
 Tyrrel, I mean those bastards in the Tower.

 _Tyr._ Let me have open means to come to them,   [fdb078]
 And soon I’ll rid you from the fear of them.

 _K. Rich._ Thou sing’st sweet music. Hark, come hither,
               Tyrrel:   [fdb080]
 Go, by this token: rise, and lend thine ear:   [_Whispers._   [fdb081]
 There is no more but so: say it is done,   [fdb082]
 And I will love thee, and prefer thee too.   [fdb083]

 _Tyr._ ’Tis done, my gracious lord.   [fdb084]

 _K. Rich._ Shall we hear from thee, Tyrrel, ere we sleep.   [fdb085]

 _Tyr._ Ye shall, my lord.   [_Exit._   [fdb086]

    _Re-enter_ BUCKINGHAM.

 _Buck._ My lord, I have consider’d in my mind   [fdb087]
 The late demand that you did sound me in.   [fdb088]

 _K. Rich._ Well, let that pass. Dorset is fled to Richmond.   [fdb089]

 _Buck._ I hear that news, my lord.   [fdb090]

 _K. Rich._ Stanley, he is your wife’s son: well, look to it.   [fdb091]

 _Buck._ My lord, I claim your gift, my due by promise,   [fdb092]
 For which your honour and your faith is pawn’d;
 The earldom of Hereford and the moveables   [fdb094]
 The which you promised I should possess.   [fdb095]

 _K. Rich._ Stanley, look to your wife: if she convey   [fdb096]
 Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it.

 _Buck._ What says your highness to my just demand?   [fdb098]

 _K. Rich._ As I remember, Henry the Sixth   [fdb099]
 Did prophesy that Richmond should be king,    ·fdb100·
 When Richmond was a little peevish boy.
 A king, perhaps, perhaps,--   [fdb102]

 _Buck._ My lord!   [fdb103]

 _K. Rich._ How chance the prophet could not at that time
 Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him?    ·fdb105·

 _Buck._ My lord, your promise for the earldom,--

 _K. Rich._ Richmond! When last I was at Exeter,
 The mayor in courtesy show’d me the castle,   [fdb108]
 And call’d it Rougemont: at which name I started,   [fdb109]
 Because a bard of Ireland told me once,   [fdb110]
 I should not live long after I saw Richmond.

 _Buck._ My lord!

 _K. Rich._ Ay, what’s o’clock?

 _Buck._ I am thus bold to put your grace in mind
 Of what you promised me.

 _K. Rich._               Well, but what’s o’clock?   [fdb115]

 _Buck._ Upon the stroke of ten.

 _K. Rich._                      Well, let it strike.

 _Buck._ Why let it strike?

 _K. Rich._ Because that, like a Jack, thou keep’st the stroke
 Betwixt thy begging and my meditation.
 I am not in the giving vein to-day.    ·fdb120·

 _Buck._ Why, then resolve me whether you will or no.   [fdb121]

 _R. Rich._ Tut, tut,   [fdb122]
 Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein.   [fdb123]
               [_Exeunt all but Buckingham._

 _Buck._ Is it even so? rewards he my true service   [fdb124]
 With such deep contempt? made I him king for this?   [fdb125]
 O, let me think on Hastings, and be gone
 To Brecknock, while my fearful head is on!   [_Exit._


SCENE III. _The same_.

_Enter_ TYRREL.

 _Tyr._ The tyrannous and bloody deed is done,   [fdc001]
 The most arch act of piteous massacre   [fdc002]
 That ever yet this land was guilty of.
 Dighton and Forrest, whom I did suborn   [fdc004]
 To do this ruthless piece of butchery,   [fdc005]
 Although they were flesh’d villains, bloody dogs,   [fdc006]
 Melting with tenderness and kind compassion   [fdc007]
 Wept like two children in their deaths’ sad stories.   [fdc008]
 ‘Lo, thus,’ quoth Dighton, ‘lay those tender babes:’   [fdc009]
 ‘Thus, thus,’ quoth Forrest, ‘girdling one another   [fdc010]
 Within their innocent alabaster arms:   [fdc011]
 Their lips were four red roses on a stalk,   [fdc012]
 Which in their summer beauty kiss’d each other.   [fdc013]
 A book of prayers on their pillow lay;   [fdc014]
 Which once,’ quoth Forrest, ‘almost changed my mind;   [fdc015]
 But O! the devil’--there the villain stopp’d;   [fdc016]
 Whilst Dighton thus told on: ‘We smothered   [fdc017]
 The most replenished sweet work of nature
 That from the prime creation e’er she framed.’   [fdc019]
 Thus both are gone with conscience and remorse;   [fdc020]
 They could not speak; and so I left them both,
 To bring this tidings to the bloody king.   [fdc022]
 And here he comes.

    _Enter_ KING RICHARD.

                   All hail, my sovereign liege!   [fdc023]

 _K. Rich._ Kind Tyrrel, am I happy in thy news?   [fdc024]

 _Tyr._ If to have done the thing you gave in charge   [fdc025]
 Beget your happiness, be happy then,
 For it is done, my lord.

 _K. Rich._               But didst thou see them dead?   [fdc027]

 _Tyr._ I did, my lord.

 _K. Rich._             And buried, gentle Tyrrel?

 _Tyr._ The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them;
 But how or in what place I do not know.   [fdc030]

 _K. Rich._ Come to me, Tyrrel, soon at after supper,   [fdc031]
 And thou shalt tell the process of their death.   [fdc032]
 Meantime, but think how I may do thee good,   [fdc033]
 And be inheritor of thy desire.
 Farewell till soon.   [_Exit Tyrrel._   [fdc035]
 The son of Clarence have I pent up close;   [fdc036]
 His daughter meanly have I match’d in marriage;
 The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham’s bosom,
 And Anne my wife hath bid the world good night.   [fdc039]
 Now, for I know the Breton Richmond aims   [fdc040]
 At young Elizabeth, my brother’s daughter,
 And, by that knot, looks proudly o’er the crown,   [fdc042]
 To her I go, a jolly thriving wooer.   [fdc043]

    _Enter_ Catesby.

 _Cate._ My lord!   [fdc044]

 _K. Rich._ Good news or bad, that thou comest in so bluntly?   [fdc045]

 _Cate._ Bad news, my lord: Ely is fled to Richmond;   [fdc046]
 And Buckingham, back’d with the hardy Welshmen,
 Is in the field, and still his power increaseth.

 _K. Rich._ Ely with Richmond troubles me more near   [fdc049]
 Than Buckingham and his rash-levied army.   [fdc050]
 Come, I have heard that fearful commenting   [fdc051]
 Is leaden servitor to dull delay;
 Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary:   [fdc053]
 Then fiery expedition be my wing,   [fdc054]
 Jove’s Mercury, and herald for a king!   [fdc055]
 Come, muster men: my counsel is my shield;   [fdc056]
 We must be brief when traitors brave the field.   [_Exeunt._


SCENE IV. _Before the palace_.

_Enter_ QUEEN MARGARET.

 _Q. Mar._ So, now prosperity begins to mellow   [fdd001]
 And drop into the rotten mouth of death.
 Here in these confines slily have I lurk’d,   [fdd003]
 To watch the waning of mine adversaries.   [fdd004]
 A dire induction am I witness to,    ·fdd005·
 And will to France, hoping the consequence
 Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical.   [fdd007]
 Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret: who comes here?   [fdd008]

    _Enter_ QUEEN ELIZABETH _and the_ DUCHESS OF YORK.

 _Q. Eliz._ Ah, my young princes! ah, my tender babes!   [fdd009]
 My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets!   [fdd010]
 If yet your gentle souls fly in the air
 And be not fix’d in doom perpetual,
 Hover about me with your airy wings   [fdd013]
 And hear your mother’s lamentation!

 _Q. Mar._ Hover about her; say, that right for right   [fdd015]
 Hath dimm’d your infant morn to aged night.

 _Duch._ So many miseries have crazed my voice,   [fdd017]
 That my woe-wearied tongue is mute and dumb.   [fdd018]
 Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead?

 _Q. Mar._ Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet,   [fdd020]
 Edward for Edward pays a dying debt.

 _Q. Eliz._ Wilt thou, O God, fly from such gentle lambs,
 And throw them in the entrails of the wolf?
 When didst thou sleep when such a deed was done?   [fdd024]

 _Q. Mar._ When holy Harry died, and my sweet son.   [fdd025]

 _Duch._ Blind sight, dead life, poor mortal living ghost,   [fdd026]
 Woe’s scene, world’s shame, grave’s due by life usurp’d,
 Brief abstract and record of tedious days,   [fdd028]
 Rest thy unrest on England’s lawful earth,   [fdd029]
               [_Sitting down._
 Unlawfully made drunk with innocents’ blood!   [fdd030]

 _Q. Eliz._ O, that thou wouldst as well afford a grave   [fdd031]
 As thou canst yield a melancholy seat!
 Then would I hide my bones, not rest them here.
 O, who hath any cause to mourn but I?   [fdd034]
               [_Sitting down by her._

 _Q. Mar._ If ancient sorrow be most reverend,   [fdd035]
 Give mine the benefit of seniory,   [fdd036]
 And let my woes frown on the upper hand.   [fdd037]
 If sorrow can admit society,   [_Sitting down with them._   [fdd038]
 Tell o’er your woes again by viewing mine:   [fdd039]
 I had an Edward, till a Richard kill’d him;    ·fdd040·
 I had a Harry, till a Richard kill’d him:   [fdd041]
 Thou hadst an Edward, till a Richard kill’d him;
 Thou hadst a Richard, till a Richard kill’d him.

 _Duch._ I had a Richard too, and thou didst kill him;
 I had a Rutland too, thou holp’st to kill him.   [fdd045]

 _Q. Mar._ Thou hadst a Clarence too, and Richard kill’d him.   [fdd046]
 From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept
 A hell-hound that doth hunt us all to death:
 That dog, that had his teeth before his eyes,
 To worry lambs and lap their gentle blood,   [fdd050]
 That foul defacer of God’s handiwork,
 That excellent grand tyrant of the earth,   [fdd052]
 That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls,
 Thy womb let loose, to chase us to our graves.   [fdd054]
 O upright, just, and true-disposing God,    ·fdd055·
 How do I thank thee, that this carnal cur   [fdd056]
 Preys on the issue of his mother’s body,
 And makes her pew-fellow with others’ moan!   [fdd058]

 _Duch._ O Harry’s wife, triumph not in my woes!   [fdd059]
 God witness with me, I have wept for thine.   [fdd060]

 _Q. Mar._ Bear with me; I am hungry for revenge,
 And now I cloy me with beholding it.
 Thy Edward he is dead, that stabb’d my Edward;   [fdd063]
 Thy other Edward dead, to quit my Edward;   [fdd064]
 Young York he is but boot, because both they    ·fdd065·
 Match not the high perfection of my loss:   [fdd066]
 Thy Clarence he is dead that kill’d my Edward;   [fdd067]
 And the beholders of this tragic play,   [fdd068]
 The adulterate Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey,   [fdd069]
 Untimely smother’d in their dusky graves.   [fdd070]
 Richard yet lives, hell’s black intelligencer,   [fdd071]
 Only reserved their factor, to buy souls   [fdd072]
 And send them thither: but at hand, at hand,   [fdd073]
 Ensues his piteous and unpitied end:
 Earth gapes, hell burns, fiends roar, saints pray,   [fdd075]
 To have him suddenly convey’d away.   [fdd076]
 Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray,   [fdd077]
 That I may live to say, The dog is dead!   [fdd078]

 _Q. Eliz._ O, thou didst prophesy the time would come   [fdd079]
 That I should wish for thee to help me curse    ·fdd080·
 That bottled spider, that foul bunch-back’d toad!   [fdd081]

 _Q. Mar._ I call’d thee then vain flourish of my fortune;   [fdd082]
 I call’d thee then poor shadow, painted queen;
 The presentation of but what I was;
 The flattering index of a direful pageant;   [fdd085]
 One heaved a-high, to be hurl’d down below;   [fdd086]
 A mother only mock’d with two sweet babes;   [fdd087]
 A dream of what thou wert, a breath, a bubble,   [fdd088]
 A sign of dignity, a garish flag
 To be the aim of every dangerous shot;    ·fdd090·
 A queen in jest, only to fill the scene.
 Where is thy husband now? where be thy brothers?
 Where are thy children? wherein dost thou joy?   [fdd093]
 Who sues to thee and cries ‘God save the queen’?   [fdd094]
 Where be the bending peers that flatter’d thee?   [fdd095]
 Where be the thronging troops that follow’d thee?   [fdd096]
 Decline all this, and see what now thou art:
 For happy wife, a most distressed widow;
 For joyful mother, one that wails the name;
 For queen, a very caitiff crown’d with care;   [fdd100]
 For one being sued to, one that humbly sues;   [fdd101]
 For one that scorn’d at me, now scorn’d of me;   [fdd102]
 For one being fear’d of all, now fearing one;   [fdd103]
 For one commanding all, obey’d of none.
 Thus hath the course of justice wheel’d about,   [fdd105]
 And left thee but a very prey to time;   [fdd106]
 Having no more but thought of what thou wert,   [fdd107]
 To torture thee the more, being what thou art.
 Thou didst usurp my place, and dost thou not
 Usurp the just proportion of my sorrow?    ·fdd110·
 Now thy proud neck bears half my burthen’d yoke;   [fdd111]
 From which even here I slip my weary neck,   [fdd112]
 And leave the burthen of it all on thee.
 Farewell, York’s wife, and queen of sad mischance:
 These English woes will make me smile in France.   [fdd115]

 _Q. Eliz._  O thou well skill’d in curses, stay awhile,
 And teach me how to curse mine enemies!

 _Q. Mar._ Forbear to sleep the nights, and fast the days;   [fdd118]
 Compare dead happiness with living woe;   [fdd119]
 Think that thy babes were fairer than they were,   [fdd120]
 And he that slew them fouler than he is:
 Bettering thy loss makes the bad causer worse:   [fdd122]
 Revolving this will teach thee how to curse.

 _Q. Eliz._ My words are dull; O, quicken them with thine!   [fdd124]

 _Q. Mar._  Thy woes will make them sharp and pierce like mine.
               [_Exit._   [fdd125]

 _Duch._  Why should calamity be full of words?

 _Q. Eliz._  Windy attorneys to their client woes,   [fdd127]
 Airy succeeders of intestate joys,   [fdd128]
 Poor breathing orators of miseries!
 Let them have scope: though what they do impart   [fdd130]
 Help not at all, yet do they ease the heart.   [fdd131]

 _Duch._  If so, then be not tongue-tied: go with me,   [fdd132]
 And in the breath of bitter words let’s smother
 My damned son, which thy two sweet sons smother’d.   [fdd134]
 I hear his drum: be copious in exclaims.   [fdd135]

    _Enter_ KING RICHARD, _marching, with drums and trumpets_.

 _K. Rich._  Who intercepts my expedition?   [fdd136]

 _Duch._ O, she that might have intercepted thee,   [fdd137]
 By strangling thee in her accursed womb,
 From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done!

 _Q. Eliz._ Hidest thou that forehead with a golden crown,   [fdd140]
 Where should be graven, if that right were right,   [fdd141]
 The slaughter of the prince that owed that crown,
 And the dire death of my two sons and brothers?   [fdd143]
 Tell me, thou villain slave, where are my children?

 _Duch._ Thou toad, thou toad, where is thy brother Clarence?   [fdd145]
 And little Ned Plantagenet, his son?   [fdd146]

 _Q. Eliz._ Where is kind Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey?   [fdd147]

 _K. Rich._ A flourish, trumpets! strike alarum, drums!
 Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women
 Rail on the Lord’s anointed: strike, I say!   [fdd150]
               [_Flourish. Alarums._
 Either be patient, and entreat me fair,
 Or with the clamorous report of war   [fdd152]
 Thus will I drown your exclamations.   [fdd153]

 _Duch._ Art thou my son?

 _K. Rich._ Ay, I thank God, my father, and yourself.   [fdd155]

 _Duch._ Then patiently hear my impatience.   [fdd156]

 _K. Rich._ Madam, I have a touch of your condition,
 Which cannot brook the accent of reproof.   [fdd158]

 _Duch._ O, let me speak!

 _K. Rich._               Do then; but I’ll not hear.   [fdd159]

 _Duch._ I will be mild and gentle in my speech.   [fdd160]

 _K. Rich._ And brief, good mother; for I am in haste.

 _Duch._ Art thou so hasty? I have stay’d for thee,   [fdd162]
 God knows, in anguish, pain and agony.   [fdd163]

 _K. Rich._ And came I not at last to comfort you?

 _Duch._ No, by the holy rood, thou know’st it well,    ·fdd165·
 Thou camest on earth to make the earth my hell.
 A grievous burthen was thy birth to me;
 Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy;
 Thy school-days frightful, desperate, wild, and furious,
 Thy prime of manhood daring, bold, and venturous,   [fdd170]
 Thy age confirm’d, proud, subtle, bloody, treacherous,   [fdd171]
 More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred:   [fdd172]
 What comfortable hour canst thou name,
 That ever graced me in thy company?   [fdd174]

 _K. Rich._ Faith, none, but Humphrey Hour, that call’d your
               grace   [fdd175]
 To breakfast once forth of my company.   [fdd176]
 If I be so disgracious in your sight,   [fdd177]
 Let me march on, and not offend your grace.   [fdd178]
 Strike up the drum.

 _Duch._             I prithee, hear me speak.   [fdd179]

 _K. Rich._ You speak too bitterly.

 _Duch._                            Hear me a word;    ·fdd180·
 For I shall never speak to thee again.

 _K. Rich._ So.

 _Duch._ Either thou wilt die, by God’s just ordinance,   [fdd183]
 Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror,   [fdd184]
 Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish   [fdd185]
 And never look upon thy face again.   [fdd186]
 Therefore take with thee my most heavy curse;   [fdd187]
 Which, in the day of battle, tire thee more
 Than all the complete armour that thou wear’st!
 My prayers on the adverse party fight;    ·fdd190·
 And there the little souls of Edward’s children   [fdd191]
 Whisper the spirits of thine enemies   [fdd192]
 And promise them success and victory.   [fdd193]
 Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end;   [fdd194]
 Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.   [_Exit._    ·fdd195·

 _Q. Eliz._ Though far more cause, yet much less spirit to curse
 Abides in me; I say amen to all.   [fdd197]

 _K. Rich._ Stay, madam; I must speak a word with you.   [fdd198]

 _Q. Eliz._ I have no moe sons of the royal blood   [fdd199]
 For thee to murder: for my daughters, Richard,   [fdd200]
 They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens;
 And therefore level not to hit their lives.

 _K. Rich._ You have a daughter call’d Elizabeth,
 Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.

 _Q. Eliz._ And must she die for this? O, let her live,    ·fdd205·
 And I’ll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty;
 Slander myself as false to Edward’s bed;
 Throw over her the veil of infamy:   [fdd208]
 So she may live unscarr’d of bleeding slaughter,   [fdd209]
 I will confess she was not Edward’s daughter.    ·fdd210·

 _K. Rich._ Wrong not her birth, she is of royal blood.   [fdd211]

 _Q. Eliz._ To save her life, I’ll say she is not so.

 _K. Rich._ Her life is only safest in her birth.   [fdd213]

 _Q. Eliz._ And only in that safety died her brothers.

 _K. Rich._ Lo, at their births good stars were opposite.   [fdd215]

 _Q. Eliz._ No, to their lives bad friends were contrary.   [fdd216]

 _K. Rich._ All unavoided is the doom of destiny.

 _Q. Eliz._ True, when avoided grace makes destiny:
 My babes were destined to a fairer death,
 If grace had bless’d thee with a fairer life.    ·fdd220·

 _K. Rich._ You speak as if that I had slain my cousins.   [fdd221]

 _Q. Eliz._ Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle cozen’d   [fdd222]
 Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life.
 Whose hand soever lanced their tender hearts,   [fdd224]
 Thy head, all indirectly, gave direction:    ·fdd225·
 No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt
 Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart,
 To revel in the entrails of my lambs.
 But that still use of grief makes wild grief tame,
 My tongue should to thy ears not name my boys    ·fdd230·
 Till that my nails were anchor’d in thine eyes;
 And I, in such a desperate bay of death,
 Like a poor bark, of sails and tackling reft,
 Rush all to pieces on thy rocky bosom.

 _K. Rich._ Madam, so thrive I in my enterprise   [fdd235]
 And dangerous success of bloody wars.
 As I intend more good to you and yours   [fdd237]
 Than ever you or yours were by me wrong’d!   [fdd238]

 _Q. Eliz._ What good is cover’d with the face of heaven,
 To be discover’d, that can do me good?   [fdd240]

 _K. Rich._ The advancement of your children, gentle lady.   [fdd241]

 _Q. Eliz._ Up to some scaffold, there to lose their heads?

 _K. Rich._ No, to the dignity and height of honour,   [fdd243]
 The high imperial type of this earth’s glory.   [fdd244]

 _Q. Eliz._ Flatter my sorrows with report of it;   [fdd245]
 Tell me what state, what dignity, what honour,
 Canst thou demise to any child of mine?   [fdd247]

 _K. Rich._ Even all I have; yea, and myself and all,   [fdd248]
 Will I withal endow a child of thine;   [fdd249]
 So in the Lethe of thy angry soul    ·fdd250·
 Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs   [fdd251]
 Which thou supposest I have done to thee.

 _Q. Eliz._ Be brief, lest that the process of thy kindness
 Last longer telling than thy kindness’ date.   [fdd254]

 _K. Rich._ Then know, that from my soul I love thy daughter.   [fdd255]

 _Q. Eliz._ My daughter’s mother thinks it with her soul.

 _K. Rich._ What do you think?

 _Q. Eliz._ That thou dost love my daughter from thy soul:
 So from thy soul’s love didst thou love her brothers;   [fdd259]
 And from my heart’s love I do thank thee for it.   [fdd260]

 _K. Rich._ Be not so hasty to confound my meaning:
 I mean, that with my soul I love thy daughter,
 And mean to make her queen of England.   [fdd263]

 _Q. Eliz._ Say then, who dost thou mean shall be her king?   [fdd264]

 _K. Rich._ Even he that makes her queen: who should be else?   [fdd265]

 _Q. Eliz._ What, thou?

 _K. Rich._ I, even I: what think you of it, madam?   [fdd267]

 _Q. Eliz._ How canst thou woo her?

 _K. Rich._                        That would I learn of you,   [fdd268]
 As one that are best acquainted with her humour.   [fdd269]

 _Q. Eliz._ And wilt thou learn of me?

 _K. Rich._                         Madam, with all my heart.   [fdd270]

 _Q. Eliz._ Send to her, by the man that slew her brothers,
 A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave   [fdd272]
 Edward and York; then haply she will weep:   [fdd273]
 Therefore present to her,--as sometime Margaret   [fdd274]
 Did to thy father, steep’d in Rutland’s blood,--   [fdd275]
 A handkerchief; which, say to her, did drain   [fdd276]
 The purple sap from her sweet brother’s body,   [fdd277]
 And bid her dry her weeping eyes therewith.   [fdd278]
 If this inducement force her not to love,   [fdd279]
 Send her a story of thy noble acts;   [fdd280]
 Tell her thou madest away her uncle Clarence,
 Her uncle Rivers; yea, and, for her sake,   [fdd282]
 Madest quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne.

 _K. Rich._  Come, come, you mock me; this is not the way   [fdd284]
 To win your daughter.

 _Q. Eliz._            There is no other way;   [fdd285]
 Unless thou couldst put on some other shape,
 And not be Richard that hath done all this.

 _K. Rich._ Say that I did all this for love of her.   [fdd288]

 _Q. Eliz._ Nay, then indeed she cannot choose but hate thee,   [fdd289]
 Having bought love with such a bloody spoil.   [fdd290]

 _K. Rich._ Look, what is done cannot be now amended:
 Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes,
 Which after-hours give leisure to repent.   [fdd293]
 If I did take the kingdom from your sons,
 To make amends, I’ll give it to your daughter.    ·fdd295·
 If I have kill’d the issue of your womb,
 To quicken your increase, I will beget
 Mine issue of your blood upon your daughter:
 A grandam’s name is little less in love
 Than is the doting title of a mother;    ·fdd300·
 They are as children but one step below,
 Even of your mettle, of your very blood;   [fdd302]
 Of all one pain, save for a night of groans
 Endured of her, for whom you bid like sorrow.   [fdd304]
 Your children were vexation to your youth,    ·fdd305·
 But mine shall be a comfort to your age.
 The loss you have is but a son being king,
 And by that loss your daughter is made queen.
 I cannot make you what amends I would,
 Therefore accept such kindness as I can.    ·fdd310·
 Dorset your son, that with a fearful soul
 Leads discontented steps in foreign soil,   [fdd312]
 This fair alliance quickly shall call home
 To high promotions and great dignity:
 The king, that calls your beauteous daughter wife,    ·fdd315·
 Familiarly shall call thy Dorset brother;
 Again shall you be mother to a king,
 And all the ruins of distressful times
 Repair’d with double riches of content.
 What! we have many goodly days to see:    ·fdd320·
 The liquid drops of tears that you have shed
 Shall come again, transform’d to orient pearl,
 Advantaging their loan with interest   [fdd323]
 Of ten times double gain of happiness.   [fdd324]
 Go, then, my mother, to thy daughter go;    ·fdd325·
 Make bold her bashful years with your experience;
 Prepare her ears to hear a wooer’s tale;
 Put in her tender heart the aspiring flame
 Of golden sovereignty; acquaint the princess
 With the sweet silent hours of marriage joys:    ·fdd330·
 And when this arm of mine hath chastised
 The petty rebel, dull-brain’d Buckingham,
 Bound with triumphant garlands will I come   [fdd333]
 And lead thy daughter to a conqueror’s bed;
 To whom I will retail my conquest won,    ·fdd335·
 And she shall be sole victress, Cæsar’s Cæsar.   [fdd336]

 _Q. Eliz._ What were I best to say? her father’s brother
 Would be her lord? or shall I say, her uncle?
 Or, he that slew her brothers and her uncles?
 Under what title shall I woo for thee,    ·fdd340·
 That God, the law, my honour and her love,
 Can make seem pleasing to her tender years?

 _K. Rich._ Infer fair England’s peace by this alliance.   [fdd343]

 _Q. Eliz._ Which she shall purchase with still lasting war.

 _K. Rich._ Say that the king, which may command, entreats.   [fdd345]

 _Q. Eliz._ That at her hands which the king’s King forbids.   [fdd346]

 _K. Rich._ Say, she shall be a high and mighty queen.

 _Q. Eliz._ To wail the title, as her mother doth.   [fdd348]

 _K. Rich._ Say, I will love her everlastingly.

 _Q. Eliz._ But how long shall that title ‘ever’ last?   [fdd350]

 _K. Rich._ Sweetly in force unto her fair life’s end.   [fdd351]

 _Q. Eliz._ But how long fairly shall her sweet life last?   [fdd352]

 _K. Rich._ So long as heaven and nature lengthens it.   [fdd353]

 _Q. Eliz._ So long as hell and Richard likes of it.   [fdd354]

 _K. Rich._ Say, I, her sovereign, am her subject love.   [fdd355]

 _Q. Eliz._ But she, your subject, loathes such sovereignty.

 _K. Rich._ Be eloquent in my behalf to her.

 _Q. Eliz._ An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.

 _K. Rich._ Then in plain terms tell her my loving tale.   [fdd359]

 _Q. Eliz._ Plain and not honest is too harsh a style.    ·fdd360·

 _K. Rich._ Your reasons are too shallow and too quick.   [fdd361]

 _Q. Eliz._ O no, my reasons are too deep and dead;   [fdd362]
 Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their grave.   [fdd363]

 _K. Rich._ Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.   [fdd364]

 _Q. Eliz._ Harp on it still shall I till heart-strings
               break.    ·fdd365·

 _K. Rich._ Now, by my George, my garter, and my crown,--

 _Q. Eliz._ Profaned, dishonour’d, and the third usurp’d.

 _K. Rich._ I swear--

 _Q. Eliz._           By nothing; for this is no oath:   [fdd368]
 The George, profaned, hath lost his holy honour;   [fdd369]
 The garter, blemish’d, pawn’d his knightly virtue;   [fdd370]
 The crown, usurp’d, disgraced his kingly glory.   [fdd371]
 If something thou wilt swear to be believed,   [fdd372]
 Swear then by something that thou hast not wrong’d.

 _K. Rich._ Now, by the world--

 _Q. Eliz._                  ’Tis full of thy foul wrongs.

 _K. Rich._ My father’s death--

 _Q. Eliz._                 Thy life hath that dishonour’d.   [fdd375]

 _K. Rich._ Then, by myself--

 _Q. Eliz._                     Thyself thyself misusest.   [fdd376]

 _K. Rich._ Why then, by God--

 _Q. Eliz._                    God’s wrong is most of all.   [fdd377]
 If thou hadst fear’d to break an oath by Him,   [fdd378]
 The unity the king thy brother made   [fdd379]
 Had not been broken, nor my brother slain:   [fdd380]
 If thou hadst fear’d to break an oath by Him,   [fdd381]
 The imperial metal, circling now thy brow,   [fdd382]
 Had graced the tender temples of my child.   [fdd383]
 And both the princes had been breathing here,
 Which now, two tender playfellows for dust,   [fdd385]
 Thy broken faith hath made a prey for worms.   [fdd386]
 What canst thou swear by now?

 _K. Rich._                    The time to come.   [fdd387]

 _Q. Eliz._ That thou hast wronged in the time o’erpast;   [fdd388]
 For I myself have many tears to wash
 Hereafter time, for time past wrong’d by thee.   [fdd390]
 The children live, whose parents thou hast slaughter’d,   [fdd391]
 Ungovern’d youth, to wail it in their age;   [fdd392]
 The parents live, whose children thou hast butcher’d,   [fdd393]
 Old wither’d plants, to wail it with their age.   [fdd394]
 Swear not by time to come; for that thou hast   [fdd395]
 Misused ere used, by time misused o’erpast.   [fdd396]

 _K. Rich._ As I intend to prosper and repent,
 So thrive I in my dangerous attempt   [fdd398]
 Of hostile arms! myself myself confound!
 Heaven and fortune bar me happy hours!   [fdd400]
 Day, yield me not thy light; nor, night, thy rest!
 Be opposite all planets of good luck
 To my proceedings, if, with pure heart’s love,   [fdd403]
 Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts,   [fdd404]
 I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter!   [fdd405]
 In her consists my happiness and thine;
 Without her, follows to this land and me,   [fdd407]
 To thee, herself, and many a Christian soul,
 Death, desolation, ruin and decay:   [fdd409]
 It cannot be avoided but by this;    ·fdd410·
 It will not be avoided but by this.   [fdd411]
 Therefore, good mother,--I must call you so--   [fdd412]
 Be the attorney of my love to her:
 Plead what I will be, not what I have been;
 Not my deserts, but what I will deserve:   [fdd415]
 Urge the necessity and state of times,   [fdd416]
 And be not peevish-fond in great designs.   [fdd417]

 _Q. Eliz._ Shall I be tempted of the devil thus?

 _K. Rich._ Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good.   [fdd419]

 _Q. Eliz._ Shall I forget myself to be myself?    ·fdd420·

 _K. Rich._ Ay, if yourself’s remembrance wrong yourself.   [fdd421]

 _Q. Eliz._ But thou didst kill my children.   [fdd422]

 _K. Rich._ But in your daughter’s womb I bury them:   [fdd423]
 Where in that nest of spicery they shall breed   [fdd424]
 Selves of themselves, to your recomforture.   [fdd425]

 _Q. Eliz._ Shall I go win my daughter to thy will?

 _K. Rich._ And be a happy mother by the deed.   [fdd427]

 _Q. Eliz._ I go. Write to me very shortly,   [fdd428]
 And you shall understand from me her mind.   [fdd429]

 _K. Rich._ Bear her my true love’s kiss; and so, farewell.   [fdd430]
               [_Exit Queen Elizabeth._
 Relenting fool, and shallow, changing woman!   [fdd431]

    _Enter_ RATCLIFF; CATESBY _following_.

 How now! what news?   [fdd432]

 _Rat._ My gracious sovereign, on the western coast   [fdd433]
 Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore   [fdd434]
 Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends,    ·fdd435·
 Unarm’d, and unresolved to beat them back:
 ’Tis thought that Richmond is their admiral;
 And there they hull, expecting but the aid   [fdd438]
 Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore.

 _K. Rich._ Some light-foot friend post to the Duke of
               Norfolk:   [fdd440]
 Ratcliff, thyself, or Catesby; where is he?

 _Cate._ Here, my lord.   [fdd442]

 _K. Rich._ Fly to the duke. [_To Ratcliff_] Post thou to
               Salisbury:   [fdd443]
 When thou comest thither,--[_To Catesby_] Dull unmindful
               villain,   [fdd444]
 Why stand’st thou still, and go’st not to the duke?   [fdd445]

 _Cate._ First, mighty sovereign, let me know your mind,   [fdd446]
 What from your grace I shall deliver to him.   [fdd447]

 _K. Rich._ O, true, good Catesby: bid him levy straight
 The greatest strength and power he can make,   [fdd449]
 And meet me presently at Salisbury.   [fdd450]

 _Cate._ I go.   [_Exit._   [fdd451]

 _Rat._  What is ’t your highness’ pleasure I shall do   [fdd452]
 At Salisbury?

 _K. Rich._ Why, what wouldst thou do there before I go?

 _Rat._ Your highness told me I should post before.    ·fdd455·

 _K. Rich._ My mind is changed, sir, my mind is changed.   [fdd456]

    _Enter_ LORD STANLEY.

 How now, what news with you?   [fdd457]

 _Stan._ None good, my lord, to please you with the hearing;   [fdd458]
 Nor none so bad, but it may well be told.   [fdd459]

 _K. Rich._ Hoyday, a riddle! neither good nor bad!   [fdd460]
 Why dost thou run so many mile about,   [fdd461]
 When thou mayst tell thy tale a nearer way?   [fdd462]
 Once more, what news?

 _Stan._               Richmond is on the seas.

 _K. Rich._ There let him sink, and be the seas on him!
 White-liver’d runagate, what doth he there?    ·fdd465·

 _Stan._ I know not, mighty sovereign, but by guess.

 _K. Rich._ Well, sir, as you guess, as you guess?   [fdd467]

 _Stan._ Stirr’d up by Dorset, Buckingham, and Ely,   [fdd468]
 He makes for England, there to claim the crown.   [fdd469]

 _K. Rich._ Is the chair empty? is the sword unsway’d?    ·fdd470·
 Is the king dead? the empire unpossess’d?
 What heir of York is there alive but we?
 And who is England’s king but great York’s heir?
 Then, tell me, what doth he upon the sea?   [fdd474]

 _Stan._ Unless for that, my liege, I cannot guess.   [fdd475]

 _K. Rich._ Unless for that he comes to be your liege,
 You cannot guess wherefore the Welshman comes.   [fdd477]
 Thou wilt revolt and fly to him, I fear.

 _Stan._ No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust me not.   [fdd479]

 _K. Rich._ Where is thy power then to beat him back?   [fdd480]
 Where are thy tenants and thy followers?   [fdd481]
 Are they not now upon the western shore,
 Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships?   [fdd483]

 _Stan._ No, my good lord, my friends are in the north.

 _K. Rich._ Cold friends to Richard: what do they in the
               north,   [fdd485]
 When they should serve their sovereign in the west?

 _Stan._ They have not been commanded, mighty sovereign:   [fdd487]
 Please it your majesty to give me leave,   [fdd488]
 I’ll muster up my friends, and meet your grace
 Where and what time your majesty shall please.    ·fdd490·

 _K. Rich._ Ay, ay, thou wouldst be gone to join with
               Richmond:   [fdd491]
 I will not trust you, sir.

 _Stan._                    Most mighty sovereign,   [fdd492]
 You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful:
 I never was nor never will be false.   [fdd494]

 _K. Rich._ Well,   [fdd495]
 Go muster men; but, hear you, leave behind
 Your son, George Stanley: look your faith be firm,   [fdd497]
 Or else his head’s assurance is but frail.

 _Stan._ So deal with him as I prove true to you.   [_Exit._   [fdd499]

    _Enter a_ Messenger.

 _Mess._ My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire,    ·fdd500·
 As I by friends am well advertised,
 Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate   [fdd502]
 Bishop of Exeter, his brother there,   [fdd503]
 With many moe confederates, are in arms.   [fdd504]

    _Enter another_ Messenger.

 _Sec. Mess._ My liege, in Kent, the Guildfords are in arms;   [fdd505]
 And every hour more competitors   [fdd506]
 Flock to their aid, and still their power increaseth.   [fdd507]

    _Enter another_ Messenger.

 _Third Mess._ My lord, the army of the Duke of Buckingham--   [fdd508]

 _K. Rich._ Out on you, owls! nothing but songs of death?   [fdd509]
               [_He striketh him._
 Take that, until thou bring me better news.   [fdd510]

 _Third Mess._ The news I have to tell your majesty   [fdd511]
 Is, that by sudden floods and fall of waters,
 Buckingham’s army is dispersed and scatter’d;
 And he himself wander’d away alone,
 No man knows whither.

 _K. Rich._           I cry thee mercy:   [fdd515]
 There is my purse to cure that blow of thine.   [fdd516]
 Hath any well-advised friend proclaim’d   [fdd517]
 Reward to him that brings the traitor in?   [fdd518]

 _Third Mess._  Such proclamation hath been made, my liege.   [fdd519]

    _Enter another_ Messenger.

 _Fourth Mess._  Sir Thomas Lovel and Lord Marquis Dorset,    ·fdd520·
 ’Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms.   [fdd521]
 Yet this good comfort bring I to your grace,   [fdd522]
 The Breton navy is dispersed by tempest:   [fdd523]
 Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat   [fdd524]
 Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks    ·fdd525·
 If they were his assistants, yea or no;
 Who answer’d him, they came from Buckingham   [fdd527]
 Upon his party: he, mistrusting them,
 Hoised sail and made away for Brittany.   [fdd529]

 _K. Rich._  March on, march on, since we are up in arms;    ·fdd530·
 If not to fight with foreign enemies,
 Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.   [fdd532]

    _Re-enter_ Catesby.

 _Cate._ My liege, the Duke of Buckingham is taken;
 That is the best news: that the Earl of Richmond   [fdd534]
 Is with a mighty power landed at Milford,    ·fdd535·
 Is colder tidings, yet they must be told.   [fdd536]

 _K. Rich._ Away towards Salisbury! while we reason here,
 A royal battle might be won and lost:
 Some one take order Buckingham be brought
 To Salisbury; the rest march on with me.   [fdd540]
               [_Flourish. Exeunt._


SCENE V. Lord DERBY’S _house_.

_Enter_ DERBY _and_ Sir CHRISTOPHER URSWICK.

 _Der._ Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this from me:   [fde001]
 That in the sty of this most bloody boar   [fde002]
 My son George Stanley is frank’d up in hold:
 If I revolt, off goes young George’s head;
 The fear of that withholds my present aid.   [fde005]
 But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now?   [fde006]

 _Chris._ At Pembroke, or at Ha’rford-west, in Wales.   [fde007]

 _Der._ What men of name resort to him?   [fde008]

 _Chris._ Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier;   [fde009]
 Sir Gilbert Talbot, Sir William Stanley;   [fde010]
 Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt,   [fde011]
 And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew,   [fde012]
 And many moe of noble fame and worth:   [fde013]
 And towards London they do bend their course,   [fde014]
 If by the way they be not fought withal.    ·fde015·

 _Der._ Return unto thy lord; commend me to him:   [fde016]
 Tell him the queen hath heartily consented
 He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter.
 These letters will resolve him of my mind.   [fde019]
 Farewell.   [_Exeunt._    ·fde020·


ACT V.


SCENE I. _Salisbury. An open place_.

_Enter the_ Sheriff, _and_ BUCKINGHAM, _with halberds, led to
execution_.

 _Buck._ Will not King Richard let me speak with him?   [fea001]

 _Sher._ No, my good lord; therefore be patient.   [fea002]

 _Buck._ Hastings, and Edward’s children, Rivers, Grey,   [fea003]
 Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward,
 Vaughan, and all that have miscarried    ·fea005·
 By underhand corrupted foul injustice,
 If that your moody discontented souls
 Do through the clouds behold this present hour,
 Even for revenge mock my destruction!
 This is All-Souls’ day, fellows, is it not?   [fea010]

 _Sher._ It is, my lord.   [fea011]

 _Buck._ Why, then All-Souls’ day is my body’s doomsday.   [fea012]
 This is the day that in King Edward’s time   [fea013]
 I wish’d might fall on me when I was found   [fea014]
 False to his children or his wife’s allies;   [fea015]
 This is the day wherein I wish’d to fall
 By the false faith of him I trusted most;   [fea017]
 This, this All-Souls’ day to my fearful soul   [fea018]
 Is the determined respite of my wrongs:   [fea019]
 That high All-seer that I dallied with   [fea020]
 Hath turn’d my feigned prayer on my head,
 And given in earnest what I begg’d in jest.
 Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men   [fea023]
 To turn their own points on their masters’ bosoms:   [fea024]
 Now Margaret’s curse is fallen upon my head;   [fea025]
 ‘When he,’ quoth she, ‘shall split thy heart with sorrow,
 Remember Margaret was a prophetess.’
 Come, sirs, convey me to the block of shame;   [fea028]
 Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.   [fea029]
               [_Exeunt._


SCENE II. _The camp near Tamworth_.

_Enter_ RICHMOND, OXFORD, BLUNT, HERBERT, _and others, with
drum and colours_.

 _Richm._ Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends,   [feb001]
 Bruised underneath the yoke of tyranny,
 Thus far into the bowels of the land
 Have we march’d on without impediment;
 And here receive we from our father Stanley    ·feb005·
 Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.
 The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar,   [feb007]
 That spoil’d your summer fields and fruitful vines,   [feb008]
 Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough   [feb009]
 In your embowell’d bosoms, this foul swine   [feb010]
 Lies now even in the centre of this isle,   [feb011]
 Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn:
 From Tamworth thither is but one day’s march.
 In God’s name, cheerly on, courageous friends,   [feb014]
 To reap the harvest of perpetual peace    ·feb015·
 By this one bloody trial of sharp war.

 _Oxf._ Every man’s conscience is a thousand swords,   [feb017]
 To fight against that bloody homicide.   [feb018]

 _Herb._ I doubt not but his friends will fly to us.   [feb019]

 _Blunt._ He hath no friends but who are friends for fear,   [feb020]
 Which in his greatest need will shrink from him.   [feb021]

 _Richm._ All for our vantage. Then, in God’s name, march:   [feb022]
 True hope is swift, and flies with swallow’s wings;
 Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.  [_Exeunt._  [feb024]


SCENE III. _Bosworth Field_.

_Enter_ KING RICHARD _in arms with_ NORFOLK, _the_ EARL OF
SURREY, _and others_.

 _K. Rich._ Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth field.   [fec001]
 My Lord of Surrey, why look you so sad?   [fec002]

 _Sur._ My heart is ten times lighter than my looks.   [fec003]

 _K. Rich._ My Lord of Norfolk,--

 _Nor._                           Here, most gracious liege.   [fec004]

 _K. Rich._ Norfolk, we must have knocks; ha! must we not?   [fec005]

 _Nor._ We must both give and take, my gracious lord.   [fec006]

 _K. Rich._ Up with my tent there! here will I lie to night:   [fec007]
 But where to-morrow? Well, all’s one for that.   [fec008]
 Who hath descried the number of the foe?   [fec009]

 _Nor._ Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.   [fec010]

 _K. Rich._ Why, our battalion trebles that account:   [fec011]
 Besides, the king’s name is a tower of strength,   [fec012]
 Which they upon the adverse party want.   [fec013]
 Up with my tent there! Valiant gentlemen,   [fec014]
 Let us survey the vantage of the field;   [fec015]
 Call for some men of sound direction:
 Let’s want no discipline, make no delay;   [fec017]
 For, lords, to-morrow is a busy day.   [_Exeunt._   [fec018]

    _Enter, on the other side of the field_, RICHMOND, SIR
    WILLIAM BRANDON, OXFORD, _and others. Some of the_ Soldiers
    _pitch Richmond’s tent_.

 _Richm._ The weary sun hath made a golden set,
 And by the bright track of his fiery car   [fec020]
 Gives signal of a goodly day to-morrow.   [fec021]
 Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard.   [fec022]
 Give me some ink and paper in my tent:   [fec023]
 I’ll draw the form and model of our battle,
 Limit each leader to his several charge,    ·fec025·
 And part in just proportion our small strength.   [fec026]
 My Lord of Oxford, you, Sir William Brandon,   [fec027]
 And you, Sir Walter Herbert, stay with me.
 The Earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment:   [fec029]
 Good Captain Blunt, bear my good-night to him,    ·fec030·
 And by the second hour in the morning
 Desire the earl to see me in my tent:
 Yet one thing more, good Blunt, before thou go’st,   [fec033]
 Where is Lord Stanley quarter’d, dost thou know?   [fec034]

 _Blunt._ Unless I have mista’en his colours much,   [fec035]
 Which well I am assured I have not done,
 His regiment lies half a mile at least   [fec037]
 South from the mighty power of the king.

 _Richm._ If without peril it be possible,
 Good Captain Blunt, bear my good-night to him,   [fec040]
 And give him from me this most needful scroll.   [fec041]

 _Blunt._ Upon my life, my lord, I’ll undertake it;   [fec042]
 And so, God give you quiet rest to-night!   [fec043]

 _Richm._ Good night, good Captain Blunt. Come, gentlemen,   [fec044]
 Let us consult upon to-morrow’s business:    ·fec045·
 In to our tent! the air is raw and cold.   [fec046]
               [_They withdraw into the tent._

    _Enter, to his tent,_ KING RICHARD, NORFOLK, RATCLIFF,
    CATESBY, _and others_.

 _K. Rich._ What is’t o’clock?

 _Cate._                       It’s supper-time, my lord;   [fec047]
 It’s nine o’clock.

 _K. Rich._ I will not sup to-night.   [fec048]
 Give me some ink and paper.   [fec049]
 What, is my beaver easier than it was?    ·fec050·
 And all my armour laid into my tent?

 _Cate._ It is, my liege; and all things are in readiness.

 _K. Rich._ Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge;   [fec053]
 Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinels.   [fec054]

 _Nor._ I go, my lord.    ·fec055·

 _K. Rich._ Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Norfolk.

 _Nor._ I warrant you, my lord.   [_Exit._   [fec057]

 _K. Rich._ Catesby!   [fec058]

 _Cate._ My lord?

 _K. Rich._       Send out a pursuivant at arms
 To Stanley’s regiment; bid him bring his power    ·fec060·
 Before sunrising, lest his son George fall
 Into the blind cave of eternal night.   [_Exit Catesby._   [fec062]
 Fill me a bowl of wine. Give me a watch.   [fec063]
 Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.
 Look that my staves be sound, and not too heavy.   [fec065]
 Ratcliff!

 _Rat._    My lord?

 _K. Rich._ Saw’st thou the melancholy Lord Northumberland?   [fec068]

 _Rat._ Thomas the Earl of Surrey, and himself,
 Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop   [fec070]
 Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers.

 _K. Rich._ So, I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine:   [fec072]
 I have not that alacrity of spirit,
 Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.   [fec074]
 Set it down. Is ink and paper ready?

 _Rat._                        It is, my lord.    ·fec075·

 _K. Rich._ Bid my guard watch. Leave me. Ratcliff,   [fec076]
 About the mid of night come to my tent   [fec077]
 And help to arm me. Leave me, I say.   [fec078]
               [_Exeunt Ratcliff and the other attendants._

    _Enter_ DERBY _to_ RICHMOND _in his tent, Lords and others
    attending_.

 _Der._ Fortune and victory sit on thy helm!   [fec079]

 _Richm._ All comfort that the dark night can afford    ·fec080·
 Be to thy person, noble father-in-law!
 Tell me, how fares our loving mother?   [fec082]

 _Der._ I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother,
 Who prays continually for Richmond’s good:
 So much for that. The silent hours steal on,   [fec085]
 And flaky darkness breaks within the east.   [fec086]
 In brief, for so the season bids us be,
 Prepare thy battle early in the morning,
 And put thy fortune to the arbitrement
 Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war.   [fec090]
 I, as I may--that which I would I cannot,--
 With best advantage will deceive the time,
 And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms:
 But on thy side I may not be too forward,
 Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George,   [fec095]
 Be executed in his father’s sight.
 Farewell: the leisure and the fearful time   [fec097]
 Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love
 And ample interchange of sweet discourse
 Which so long sunder’d friends should dwell upon:   [fec100]
 God give us leisure for these rites of love!   [fec101]
 Once more, adieu: be valiant, and speed well!

 _Richm._ Good lords, conduct him to his regiment:
 I’ll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap,   [fec104]
 Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow,   [fec105]
 When I should mount with wings of victory:
 Once more, good night, kind lords and gentlemen.   [fec107]
               [_Exeunt all but Richmond._
 O Thou, whose captain I account myself,
 Look on my forces with a gracious eye;   [fec109]
 Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,    ·fec110·
 That they may crush down with a heavy fall   [fec111]
 The usurping helmets of our adversaries!   [fec112]
 Make us thy ministers of chastisement,
 That we may praise thee in the victory!   [fec114]
 To thee I do commend my watchful soul,    ·fec115·
 Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes:
 Sleeping and waking, O, defend me still!   [_Sleeps._   [fec117]

    _Enter the Ghost of_ PRINCE EDWARD, _son to_ HENRY the Sixth.

 _Ghost._ [_To Richard_] Let me sit heavy on thy soul
               to-morrow!   [fec118]
 Think, how thou stab’dst me in my prime of youth   [fec119]
 At Tewksbury: despair, therefore, and die!   [fec120]
 [_To Richmond_] Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls   [fec121]
 Of butcher’d princes fight in thy behalf:   [fec122]
 King Henry’s issue, Richmond, comforts thee.

    _Enter the Ghost of_ HENRY the Sixth.

 _Ghost._ [_To Richard_] When I was mortal, my anointed body
 By thee was punched full of deadly holes:   [fec125]
 Think on the Tower and me: despair, and die!
 Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die!   [fec127]
 [_To Richmond_] Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror!
 Harry, that prophesied thou shouldst be king,
 Doth comfort thee in thy sleep: live, and flourish!   [fec130]

    _Enter the Ghost of_ CLARENCE.

 _Ghost._ [_To Richard_] Let me sit heavy on thy soul
               to-morrow!   [fec131]
 I, that was wash’d to death with fulsome wine,   [fec132]
 Poor Clarence, by thy guile betrayed to death.
 To-morrow in the battle think on me,
 And fall thy edgeless sword: despair, and die!    ·fec135·
 [_To Richmond_] Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster,
 The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee:
 Good angels guard thy battle! live, and flourish!

    _Enter the Ghosts of_ RIVERS, GREY, _and_ VAUGHAN.

 _Ghost of R._ [_To Richard_] Let me sit heavy on thy soul
               to-morrow,   [fec139]
 Rivers, that died at Pomfret! despair, and die!    ·fec140·

 _Ghost of G._ [_To Richard_] Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair!

 _Ghost of V._ [_To Richard_] Think upon Vaughan, and, with guilty fear,
 Let fall thy lance: despair, and die!   [fec143]

 _All._ [_To Richmond_] Awake, and think our wrongs in Richard’s
               bosom   [fec144]
 Will conquer him! awake, and win the day!   [fec145]

    _Enter the Ghost of_ HASTINGS.

 _Ghost._ [_To Richard_] Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake,   [fec146]
 And in a bloody battle end thy days!
 Think on Lord Hastings: despair, and die!   [fec148]
 [_To Richmond_] Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake!   [fec149]
 Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England’s sake!    ·fec150·

    _Enter the Ghosts of the two young_ Princes.

 _Ghosts._ [_To Richard_] Dream on thy cousins smother’d in the
               Tower:   [fec151]
 Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard,   [fec152]
 And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death!   [fec153]
 Thy nephews’ souls bid thee despair and die!   [fec154]
 [_To Richmond_] Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in
               joy;   [fec155]
 Good angels guard thee from the boar’s annoy!
 Live, and beget a happy race of kings!
 Edward’s unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.   [fec158]

    _Enter the Ghost of_ LADY ANNE.

 _Ghost._ [_To Richard_] Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy
               wife,   [fec159]
 That never slept a quiet hour with thee,    ·fec160·
 Now fills thy sleep with perturbations:   [fec161]
 To-morrow in the battle think on me,   [fec162]
 And fall thy edgeless sword: despair, and die!   [fec163]
 [_To Richmond_] Thou quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep:   [fec164]
 Dream of success and happy victory!    ·fec165·
 Thy adversary’s wife doth pray for thee.   [fec166]

    _Enter the Ghost of_ BUCKINGHAM.

 _Ghost._ [_To Richard_] The first was I that help’d thee to the
               crown;   [fec167]
 The last was I that felt thy tyranny:   [fec168]
 O, in the battle think on Buckingham,
 And die in terror of thy guiltiness!    ·fec170·
 Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death:
 Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath!
 [_To Richmond_] I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid:   [fec173]
 But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay’d:
 God and good angels fight on Richmond’s side;    ·fec175·
 And Richard falls in height of all his pride.   [fec176]
               [_The Ghosts vanish. King Richard starts out of his
                 dream._

 _K. Rich._ Give me another horse: bind up my wounds.
 Have mercy, Jesu!--Soft! I did but dream.
 O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!   [fec179]
 The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight.   [fec180]
 Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.   [fec181]
 What do I fear? myself? there’s none else by:   [fec182]
 Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.   [fec183]
 Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am:
 Then fly. What, from myself? Great reason why:   [fec185]
 Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself?   [fec186]
 Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? for any good   [fec187]
 That I myself have done unto myself?   [fec188]
 O, no! alas, I rather hate myself
 For hateful deeds committed by myself!    ·fec190·
 I am a villain: yet I lie, I am not.   [fec191]
 Fool, of thyself speak well: fool, do not flatter.   [fec192]
 My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
 And every tongue brings in a several tale,
 And every tale condemns me for a villain.    ·fec195·
 Perjury, perjury, in the high’st degree;   [fec196]
 Murder, stern murder, in the direst degree;
 All several sins, all used in each degree,
 Throng to the bar, crying all ‘Guilty! guilty!’   [fec199]
 I shall despair. There is no creature loves me;   [fec200]
 And if I die, no soul shall pity me:
 Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself   [fec202]
 Find in myself no pity to myself?
 Methought the souls of all that I had murder’d   [fec204]
 Came to my tent, and every one did threat   [fec205]
 To-morrow’s vengeance on the head of Richard.

    _Enter_ RATCLIFF.

 _Rat._ My lord!

 _K. Rich._ ’Zounds! who is there?   [fec208]

 _Rat._ Ratcliff, my lord; ’tis I. The early village-cock   [fec209]
 Hath twice done salutation to the morn;   [fec210]
 Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.

 _K. Rich._ O Ratcliff, I have dream’d a fearful dream!   [fec212]
 What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true?   [fec213]

 _Rat._ No doubt, my lord.

 _K. Rich._                O Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,--   [fec214]

 _Rat._ Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows.    ·fec215·

 _K. Rich._ By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
 Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard
 Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers
 Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.   [fec219]
 It is not yet near day. Come, go with me;   [fec220]
 Under our tents I’ll play the eaves-dropper,   [fec221]
 To see if any mean to shrink from me.   [_Exeunt._   [fec222]

    _Enter the_ Lords _to_ RICHMOND, _sitting in his tent_.

 _Lords._  Good morrow, Richmond!   [fec223]

 _Richm._  Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen,   [fec224]
 That you have ta’en a tardy sluggard here.   [fec225]

 _Lords._  How have you slept, my lord?

 _Richm._  The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding dreams   [fec227]
 That ever enter’d in a drowsy head,
 Have I since your departure had, my lords.
 Methought their souls, whose bodies Richard murder’d,   [fec230]
 Came to my tent, and cried on victory:   [fec231]
 I promise you, my soul is very jocund   [fec232]
 In the remembrance of so fair a dream.
 How far into the morning is it, lords?   [fec234]

 _Lords._  Upon the stroke of four.    ·fec235·

 _Richm._  Why, then ’tis time to arm and give direction.   [fec236]

    _His oration to his soldiers_.

 More than I have said, loving countrymen,
 The leisure and enforcement of the time
 Forbids to dwell upon: yet remember this,   [fec239]
 God and our good cause fight upon our side;    ·fec240·
 The prayers of holy saints and wronged souls,
 Like high-rear’d bulwarks, stand before our faces.   [fec242]
 Richard except, those whom we fight against   [fec243]
 Had rather have us win than him they follow:
 For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen,    ·fec245·
 A bloody tyrant and a homicide;
 One raised in blood, and one in blood establish’d;
 One that made means to come by what he hath,   [fec248]
 And slaughter’d those that were the means to help him;   [fec249]
 A base foul stone, made precious by the foil   [fec250]
 Of England’s chair, where he is falsely set;
 One that hath ever been God’s enemy:
 Then, if you fight against God’s enemy,
 God will in justice ward you as his soldiers;   [fec254]
 If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,   [fec255]
 You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;
 If you do fight against your country’s foes,
 Your country’s fat shall pay your pains the hire;   [fec258]
 If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,   [fec259]
 Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors;    ·fec260·
 If you do free your children from the sword,
 Your children’s children quit it in your age.   [fec262]
 Then, in the name of God and all these rights,
 Advance your standards, draw your willing swords.
 For me, the ransom of my bold attempt    ·fec265·
 Shall be this cold corpse on the earth’s cold face;
 But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt   [fec267]
 The least of you shall share his part thereof.
 Sound drums and trumpets boldly and cheerfully;   [fec269]
 God and Saint George! Richmond and victory!   [_Exeunt._   [fec270]

    _Re-enter_ KING RICHARD, RATCLIFF, _Attendants and Forces_.

 _K. Rich._ What said Northumberland as touching Richmond?   [fec271]

 _Rat._ That he was never trained up in arms.

 _K. Rich._ He said the truth: and what said Surrey, then?

 _Rat._ He smiled and said ‘The better for our purpose.’

 _K. Rich._ He was in the right; and so indeed it is.   [fec275]
               [_The clock striketh._
 Tell the clock there. Give me a calendar.   [fec276]
 Who saw the sun to-day?

 _Rat._                  Not I, my lord.

 _K. Rich._ Then he disdains to shine; for by the book
 He should have braved the east an hour ago:   [fec279]
 A black day will it be to somebody.   [fec280]
 Ratcliff!   [fec281]

 _Rat._ My lord?

 _K. Rich._      The sun will not be seen to-day;
 The sky doth frown and lour upon our army.
 I would these dewy tears were from the ground.
 Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me    ·fec285·
 More than to Richmond? for the selfsame heaven
 That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.

    _Re-enter_ NORFOLK.

 _Nor._ Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the field.   [fec288]

 _K. Rich._ Come, bustle, bustle. Caparison my horse.
 Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power:    ·fec290·
 I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,
 And thus my battle shall be ordered:
 My foreward shall be drawn out all in length,   [fec293]
 Consisting equally of horse and foot;
 Our archers shall be placed in the midst:    ·fec295·
 John Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey,
 Shall have the leading of this foot and horse.   [fec297]
 They thus directed, we will follow   [fec298]
 In the main battle, whose puissance on either side   [fec299]
 Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.    ·fec300·
 This, and Saint George to boot! What think’st thou, Norfolk?   [fec301]

 _Nor._ A good direction, warlike sovereign.
 This found I on my tent this morning.   [fec303]
               [_He sheweth him a paper._

 _K. Rich._ [_Reads_] ‘Jockey of Norfolk, be not too bold,   [fec304]
 For Dickon thy master is bought and sold.’    ·fec305·
 A thing devised by the enemy.   [fec306]
 Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge:   [fec307]
 Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls:   [fec308]
 Conscience is but a word that cowards use,   [fec309]
 Devised at first to keep the strong in awe:    ·fec310·
 Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.   [fec311]
 March on, join bravely, let us to’t pell-mell;   [fec312]
 If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.

    _His oration to his Army_.

 What shall I say more than I have inferr’d?   [fec314]
 Remember whom you are to cope withal;   [fec315]
 A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways,   [fec316]
 A scum of Bretons, and base lackey peasants,   [fec317]
 Whom their o’er-cloyed country vomits forth
 To desperate ventures and assured destruction.   [fec319]
 You sleeping safe, they bring to you unrest;   [fec320]
 You having lands and blest with beauteous wives,
 They would restrain the one, distain the other.   [fec322]
 And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow,
 Long kept in Bretagne at our mother’s cost?   [fec324]
 A milk-sop, one that never in his life   [fec325]
 Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow?
 Let’s whip these stragglers o’er the seas again,
 Lash hence these overweening rags of France,
 These famish’d beggars, weary of their lives,
 Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,    ·fec330·
 For want of means, poor rats, had hang’d themselves:
 If we be conquer’d, let men conquer us,   [fec332]
 And not these bastard Bretons, whom our fathers   [fec333]
 Have in their own land beaten, bobb’d, and thump’d,
 And in record left them the heirs of shame.   [fec335]
 Shall these enjoy our lands? lie with our wives?   [fec336]
 Ravish our daughters? [_Drum afar off._] Hark! I hear their
               drum.   [fec337]
 Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen!   [fec338]
 Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head!   [fec339]
 Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood;    ·fec340·
 Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!   [fec341]

    _Enter a_ Messenger.

 What says Lord Stanley? will he bring his power?

 _Mess._ My lord, he doth deny to come.   [fec343]

 _K. Rich._ Off with his son George’s head!   [fec344]

 _Nor._ My lord, the enemy is past the marsh:    ·fec345·
 After the battle let George Stanley die.

 _K. Rich._ A thousand hearts are great within my bosom:
 Advance our standards, set upon our foes;
 Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George,
 Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!    ·fec350·
 Upon them! Victory sits on our helms.   [_Exeunt._   [fec351]


SCENE IV. _Another part of the field_.

_Alarum: excursions. Enter_ NORFOLK _and forces fighting; to him_
CATESBY.

 _Cate._ Rescue, my Lord of Norfolk, rescue, rescue!   [fed001]
 The king enacts more wonders than a man,
 Daring an opposite to every danger:   [fed003]
 His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,
 Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death.    ·fed005·
 Rescue, fair lord, or else the day is lost!   [fed006]

    _Alarums. Enter_ KING RICHARD.

 _K. Rich._ A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!

 _Cate._ Withdraw, my lord; I’ll help you to a horse.

 _K. Rich._ Slave, I have set my life upon a cast,
 And I will stand the hazard of the die.   [fed010]
 I think there be six Richmonds in the field;
 Five have I slain to-day instead of him.
 A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!   [_Exeunt._   [fed013]


SCENE V. _Another part of the field_.

_Alarum. Enter_ RICHARD _and_ RICHMOND; _they fight._ RICHARD _is
slain. Retreat and flourish. Re-enter_ RICHMOND, DERBY _bearing the
crown, with divers other Lords_.

 _Richm._ God and your arms be praised, victorious friends!   [fee001]
 The day is ours; the bloody dog is dead.   [fee002]

 _Der._ Courageous Richmond, well hast thou acquit thee.   [fee003]
 Lo, here, this long usurped royalty   [fee004]
 From the dead temples of this bloody wretch    ·fee005·
 Have I pluck’d off, to grace thy brows withal:
 Wear it, enjoy it, and make much of it.   [fee007]

 _Richm._ Great God of heaven, say amen to all!
 But, tell me, is young George Stanley living?   [fee009]

 _Der._ He is, my lord, and safe in Leicester town;    ·fee010·
 Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw us.   [fee011]

 _Richm._ What men of name are slain on either side?   [fee012]

 _Der._ John Duke of Norfolk, Walter Lord Ferrers,   [fee013]
 Sir Robert Brakenbury, and Sir William Brandon.   [fee014]

 _Richm._ Inter their bodies as becomes their births:   [fee015]
 Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled
 That in submission will return to us:
 And then, as we have ta’en the sacrament,
 We will unite the white rose and the red.
 Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction,   [fee020]
 That long have frown’d upon their enmity!
 What traitor hears me, and says not amen?
 England hath long been mad, and scarr’d herself;
 The brother blindly shed the brother’s blood,
 The father rashly slaughter’d his own son,   [fee025]
 The son, compell’d, been butcher to the sire:   [fee026]
 All this divided York and Lancaster,   [fee027]
 Divided in their dire division,   [fee028]
 O, now let Richmond and Elizabeth,
 The true succeeders of each royal house,    ·fee030·
 By God’s fair ordinance conjoin together!
 And let their heirs, God, if thy will be so,   [fee032]
 Enrich the time to come with smooth-faced peace,   [fee033]
 With smiling plenty and fair prosperous days!   [fee034]
 Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord,    [fee035]
 That would reduce these bloody days again,
 And make poor England weep in streams of blood!
 Let them not live to taste this land’s increase
 That would with treason wound this fair land’s peace!
 Now civil wounds are stopp’d, peace lives again:    ·fee040·
 That she may long live here, God say amen!    [fee041]   [_Exeunt._


LINENOTES TO KING RICHARD III.

[faa001] THE TRAGEDY...] See note (I). ¶ London. A street.]
Capell. The Court. Pope. ¶ faa001: _our_] Q1 Q2 Ff. om. Q3 Q4 Q5
Q6 Q7 Q8. _sour_ Strutt conj.

[faa002] _sun_] Rowe. _sonne_ Qq. _Son_ Ff.

[faa003] _lour’d_] _lowrd_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. _lowr’d_ Q6 Ff.
_low’r_ Q7. _lowr_ Q8.

[faa004] _bosom_] _bowels_ Q8.

[faa007] _alarums_] _alarmes_ Q1.

[faa008] _measures_] _pleasures_ Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.

[faa009] _wrinkled_] _wringled_ Q3 Q4 Q5.

[faa010] _instead_] _in steed_ Q1 F2.

[faa011] _souls_] _foule_ Warburton conj.

[faa013] _lute_] Ff. _love_ Qq.

[faa014] _shaped for_] _shap’d for_ Ff. _shapte for_ Q1 Q2 Q3.
_sharpe for_ Q4 Q5. _sharpe of_ Q6 Q7 Q8. _shapte of_ quoted in
Steevens’s reprint.

[faa015] _Nor_] _Not_ Q2.

[faa016] _majesty_] _grace_ Hanmer.

[faa018] _of this_] _thus of_ Collier MS.

[faa021] _world, scarce_] _world; scarce_ Pope. ¶ _scarce_] om. Q3 Q4
Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.

[faa022] _unfashionable_] _unfashionably_ Pope.

[faa023] _by them_] _at them_ Q7 Q8.

[faa024] _Why_] _While_ Q8.

[faa026] _spy_] Qq. _see_ Ff.

[faa027] _on_] _one_ Q7.

[faa029] _days_] _dames_ Malone conj.

[faa031] _hate_] _bate_ Johnson conj.

[faa032] _inductions_] _inductious_ Q1 Q2.

[faa033] _By...dreams,_] Transferred to follow line 35 by Johnson.

[faa039], faa040: _About...be._] Omitted by Pope. ¶ faa039: _a
prophecy_] _adrohesie_ Q4 Q5.

[faa040] _murderer_] _murtherers_ Q1 Q2. _murtherer_ the rest.

[faa041] _Dive...comes._] One line in Ff. Two in Qq. ¶ Enter...] Rowe
(ed. 2). Enter Clarence and Brakenbury, guarded. Ff. Enter Clarence
with a guard of men Qq (gard Q1 Q2).

[faa042] _day_] _dayes_ Qq (_daies_ Q6).

[faa043]–faa045: _His...Tower._] As in Pope. Two lines, the first
ending _appointed_, in Qq. Two lines, the first ending _safety_, in Ff.

[faa048] _godfathers_] Q1 Q2 Q3 F1. _good fathers_ Q4 Q5 Q6.
_god fathers_ Q7. _Grandfathers_ F2 F3 F4. _god-fathers_ Q8.
_godfather_ quoted in Steevens’s reprint.

[faa049] _O, belike_] _Belike_ Pope.

[faa050] _shall be_] Qq (_shalbe_ Q1). _should be_ Ff.

[faa051] _what’s_] Ff. _whats_ Q1 Q2. _what is_ the rest.

[faa052] _I know_] _I doe know_ Q6 Q7 Q8. ¶ _for_] Qq. _but_ Ff.

[faa059] _It follows_] _If followes_ F2. _It fellowes_ Q5.

[faa060] _like_] om. F3 F4.

[faa061] _Have_] Qq F4. _Hath_ F1 F2 F3.

[faa065] _tempers him to this_] Q1. _tempts him to this_ Q2 Q5 Q6
Q7 Q8. _temps him to this_ Q3 Q4. _tempts him to this harsh_ Ff.
_tempts him now to this_ Anon. MS. apud Halliwell.

[faa067] _Woodville_] F2 F3. _Wooduile_ Qq. _Woodeulle_ F1.
_Woodvil_ F4. _Woodeville_ Capell. ¶ _her_] _he her_ Hanmer. _her
same_ Collier MS.

[faa068], faa069: _Tower,...deliver’d?_] _Tower,...delivered?_ Qq.
_Tower?...delivered?_ F1. _Tower?...delivered._ F2 F3 F4.

[faa069] _present_] om. Rowe.

[faa071] _there’s no man is secure_] Capell. _there is no man is
securde_ Q1 Q2 Q3. _there is no man securde_ Q4. _there is no man
sceurde_ Q5. _there is no man secur’d_ Q6 Q7. _there is no man
secure_ Ff. _there is no man securd_ Q8.

[faa073] _trudge betwixt_] _truge betweene_ Q7 Q8.

[faa074] _ye_] _you_ Ff Q7 Q8.

[faa075] _to her for his_] Qq. _was, for her_ F1. _was, for his_ F2
F3. _was for his_ F4.

[faa076], faa077: _Humbly...liberty._] Continued to Clarence. Johnson
conj. ¶ faa076: _Humbly_] _Humble_ Q5 Q6.

[faa078] _it is_] _it were_ Q7 Q8.

[faa083] _this_] Qq. _our_ Ff.

[faa084] _beseech_] _beg_ Pope.

[faa087] _his_] Qq. _your_ Ff.

[faa088] _an’t_] Pope. _and_ or _&_ Qq Ff. _an_ Capell. ¶ _Brakenbury_]
Ff. _Brokenbury_ Qq (and passim).

[faa091] _his_] _the_ Q7 Q8.

[faa092] _fair, and not jealous_] _fair, and not over-jealous_ Hanmer.
_yet fair still, and not jealous_ Capell. ¶ _jealous_] _jealious_ F1
F2.

[faa094] One line in Qq Ff; two, the first ending _lip_, in Steevens.
¶ _cherry_] _chery_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _lip,_] _lip, fair forehead, dimpled
cheeks,_ Seymour conj. ¶ _a bonny eye,_] Omitted by Pope. _a boony eye_
Becket conj.

[faa095] _And that the_] _That the_ Rowe. _And the_ Steevens. ¶
_gentle-folks_] _gentle-folk_ Theobald.

[faa097] _have_] _hath_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _nought_] Q1 Ff Q6 Q7 Q8.
_naught_ the rest.

[faa098], faa99: _Naught...naught_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Ff.
_Nought...nought_ Q7 Q8. _Nought...naught_ Pope. ¶ faa098–faa100:
Arranged as in Qq. The lines end _Shore?...her...alone,_ in Ff. See
note (II).

[faa100] _Were best he do_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7. _Were best
to do_ Ff Q8. _’Twere best he do_ Capell. ¶ _secretly, alone_]
_secretly:--ay, one_ Jackson conj.

[faa102] _me?_] _me? ha?_ Capell.

[faa103] _I beseech_] Qq. _I do beseech_ Ff. ¶ faa103, faa104: Arranged
as by Capell. The first line ends _forbeare_ in Qq. As three lines in
Ff, ending _Grace...forbeare...Duke_. ¶ _and withal Forbear_] _And to
forbear_ Pope.

[faa104] _conference_] _conferencs_ Rowe (ed. 1). _conferences_ Rowe
(ed. 2). ¶ _noble_] om. Pope.

[faa105] _We know...obey._] _We’re the King’s subjects, and we will
obey._ Seymour conj.

[faa106] _abjects_] _objects_ Jackson conj.

[faa108] _whatsoever you will_] Qq. _whatsoe’re you will_ Ff.
_whatsoever you’ll_ Capell.

[faa111] _in_] Qq F1. _of_ F2 F3 F4.

[faa115] _or else_] Ff. _or_ Qq.

[faa116] S. Walker would end the line at _perforce_. ¶ [Exeunt......]
Capell. Exit Clar., or Exit Cla. Qq Ff.

[faa117] _ne’er_] _neare_ Q1 Q2.

[faa120] _our_] _my_ Hanmer.

[faa121] _new-deliver’d_] _new delivered_ Qq Ff. ¶ _Hastings?_]
_Hastings._ Q7 Q8.

[faa124] _Well are you_] _Well, are you_ Q7. _Well, you are_ Q8. ¶
_the_] Q1 Q2. _this_ the rest.

[faa132] _eagle_] Qq. _Eagles_ Ff.

[faa133] _While_] Qq. _Whiles_ Ff. ¶ _kites_] _keihts_ Q1. _kights_
Q2. ¶ _buzzards_] _bussards_ Q1 Q2. _buzars_ Q3 Q4 Q5. _buzards_
F1. ¶ _prey_] Qq. _play_ Ff.

[faa134] _What_] _The times are bad, my lord; what_ Seymour conj.

[faa138] _Saint Paul_] Qq. _S. John_ Ff. ¶ _this_] Qq. _that_ Ff.

[faa139] _an evil_] _on ill_ Q7. _an ill_ Q8.

[faa142] _What, is he_] Q5 Q6. _What is he_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q7.
_Where is he,_ Ff. _What! is he_ Q8.

[faa143] _He is_] _He is, my lord_ Hanmer.

[faa146] _post-horse_] _post haste_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[faa148] _With_] _Which_ Q8 F3 F4.

[faa154] _kill’d_] _kill_ Q7 Q8.

[faa159] _By marrying her which I..._] _Which I, by marrying her,..._
Hanmer. _Which I must reach unto--by marring her._ Anon. conj. ¶
_marrying_] _marring_ Q7.

[faa161] _breathes...reigns_] _liues, Edward still raignes_ Q7 Q8.
(_Ehward_ Q7).

[fab001] The same. Another street.] Capell. Changes to a street.
Theobald. ¶ Enter the corpse of King Henry...] Enter the coarse
of Henrie... Ff. Enter Lady Anne, with the hearse of Harry the 6.
Qq (Henry the sixt Q7 Q8). ¶ Gentlemen] om. Qq Ff. ¶ fab001:
_Set...set_] _Sit...sit_ Q2. ¶ _load_] Ff. _lo:_ Q1. _lord_ the rest.

[fab003] _Whilst_] Q1 Q8. _Whilest_ Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. _Whil’st_
Q7 Ff.

[fab005] _key-cold_] _clay-cold_ Hanmer.

[fab008] _Be it_] _Be’t_ Hanmer.

[fab011] _hand_] Ff. _hands_ Qq. ¶ _wounds_] Ff. _holes_ Qq.

[fab012] _these_] Ff. _those_ Qq.

[fab013] _balm_] _blame_ Q5 Q6 Q7.

[fab014] _Cursed_] _Curst_ Qq. _O cursed_ Ff. ¶ _these fatal_] Q1 Q2.
_the fatall_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. _these_ Ff.

[fab015] _Cursed be_] _Curst be_ Qq. _Cursed_ Ff. ¶ _do it_] _do’t_ S.
Walker conj.

[fab016] _Cursed...hence_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fab019] _adders, spiders_] Qq. _wolves, to spiders_ Ff.

[fab021] _be it_] _be’t_ S. Walker conj.

[fab025] _And...unhappiness_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fab026] _made_] _mad:_ Q6. _mad,_ Q7.

[fab027], fab028: _As...As I_] _More...Then I_ Ff (_Than_ F4).

[fab028] _poor_] Qq. _young_ Ff.

[fab029] _Chertsey_] _Chertley_ Q6 Q7. _Chersey_ Q8.

[fab031] _weary_] _awearie_ Q3. _a wearie_ Q4 Q5 Q6. ¶ _the_] Qq.
_this_ Ff.

[fab032] _whiles_] _while_ Pope. ¶ _corse_] _course_ Q4. ¶ [Bearers
take up the Corpse, and move forward. Capell. ¶ Enter Gloucester] Enter
Glocester (or Gloster) Qq. Enter Richard Duke of Gloster Ff.

[fab036] _Villains_] F2 F3 F4. _Villaines_ F1. _Villaine_ Qq.

[fab038] _My lord_] om. Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fab039] _Unmanner’d...command_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff. ¶
_Unmanner’d_] _Unmannerly_ Q8. ¶ _stand_] _stand’st_ F1 Q8.

[fab040] _halberd_] Capell. _halbert_ Ff.

[fab042] [Corpse set down. Capell.

[fab046] _dreadful_] _feareful_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fab048] _have_] _hurt_ Hanmer.

[fab050] _Foul...not_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff, the first ending
_Dwell_. ¶ _and_] om. Pope.

[fab059] _where...dwells_] _whence...wells_ Warburton conj.

[fab060], fab061: _deed...Provokes_] Qq. _deeds...Provokes_ F1 F2
F3. _deeds...Provoke_ F4.

[fab063] _revenge_] _revenges_ Q5.

[fab064] _Either_] _Or_ Pope.

[fab065] _earth,_] F3 F4. _earth_ Qq F1 F2.

[fab066] _dost_] _didst_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fab067] _his_] _this_ F3 F4.

[fab068] _rules_] _rule_ Q7 Q8.

[fab069] _renders_] _render_ Q7 Q8.

[fab070] _no_] Qq. _nor_Ff.

[fab073] _truth_] _troth_ Q1.

[fab075] _Vouchsafe_] _Voutsafe_ Q1.

[fab076] _evils_] Qq. _crimes_ Ff.

[fab078] _Vouchsafe_] _Voechsafe_ Q2. ¶ _defused_] Qq. _defus’d_ F1
F2. _diffus’d_ F3 F4.

[fab079] _For_] Qq. _Of_ Ff.

[fab083], fab084: _Fouler...thyself_] As in Qq. As three lines in Ff,
ending _thee...currant...thy selfe._

[fab084] _current, but to_] _that will be currant, Unless thou_ Rowe.

[fab086] _shouldst_] Qq. _shalt_ Ff.

[fab088] _Which_] Qq. _That_ Ff. ¶ _didst_] _diddest_ Q4 Q5.

[fab089] _not?_] Q2. _not._ the rest. ¶ _Why...dead_] Qq. _Then say
they were not slaine_ Ff (_slain_ F3 F4). ¶ _Why, then_] _Then_
Seymour conj.

[fab091] _Why...alive._] _Then he lives._ Seymour conj.

[fab092] _hand_] Qq. _hands_ Ff.

[fab093] _In thy...saw_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff. ¶ _foul_] _soul’s_
Malone.

[fab094] _murderous_] _murd’rous_ Ff. _bloudy_ Q1 Q2. _bloodly_ Q3
Q4 Q5 Q6. _bloody_ Q7 Q8.

[fab095] _didst_] _did_ Q2.

[fab096] _thy brothers_] _thy brother_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. _my brother_
Q7 Q8.

[fab097] _provoked_] _provok’d_ F4.

[fab098] _Which_] Qq. _That_ Ff. ¶ _their_] _her_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _guilt_]
_guift_ Q6.

[fab100] _Which_] Qq. _That_ Ff. ¶ _dreamt_] Qq. _dream’st_ Ff.

[fab101] _king?_] _king._ Q1. ¶ _ye_] Ff. _yea_ Q1 Q2. _yee_ Q3 Q4
Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. _ye, yea_ Ritson conj.

[fab102] _Dost...too_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.

[fab105] _fitter_] Qq. _better_ Ff.

[fab107] _holp_] _help’d_ Pope.

[fab110] _you_] Q1 Q2 Q6 Ff Q7 Q8. _ye_ Q3 Q4 Q5.

[fab111] _Some dungeon._ Glou. _Your_] _Some dungeon perhaps._ Glou.
_Your_ Steevens conj. _Some dungeon then._ Glou. _No, lady; your_
Seymour conj.

[fab114] _I know_] _And I know_ Hanmer.

[fab115] _keen_] Q1 F3 F4. _keene_ F1 F2. _kinde_ Q2. _kind_ Q3
Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. ¶ _our_] _your_ Q7 Q8.

[fab116] _somewhat_] Qq. _something_ Ff.

[fab117] _timeless_] _teem-lesse_ Q4.

[fab119] _executioner?_] _executioner._ Q1 F1.

[fab120] _art_] Qq. _was’t_ F1 F2 F3. _wast_ F4. ¶ _cause,
and...effect._] _cause, and...th’ effect._ Hanmer. _cause of that most
curs’d effect._ Edwards conj.

[fab122] _which_] Qq. _that_ Ff.

[fab124] _live_] Ff. _rest_ Qq. ¶ _one_] _that_ Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fab126] _These_] _My_ quoted in Steevens’s reprint. ¶ _rend_] Qq.
_rent_ Ff. ¶ _my_] _their_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fab127] _never_] Qq. _not_ Ff. ¶ _sweet_] Qq. _y^e_ F1 F2. _that_
F3 F4.

[fab128] _it_] Ff. _them_ Qq.

[fab129] _cheered_] _cleared_ Q7 Q8.

[fab131] _o’ershade_] _ore-shade_ F1 F2. _o’re-shade_ F3 F4.
_overshade_ or _overshad_ Qq.

[fab132] _Curse...both_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.

[fab135] _you_] Qq. _thee_ Ff.

[fab137] _that_] _tha_ Q6. ¶ _slew_] Qq. _kill’d_ Ff.

[fab138] _thee_] Qq F4. _the_ F1 F2 F3.

[fab141] _He_] Ff. _Go to, he_ Q1 Q2. _Go too, he_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6
Q7 Q8. ¶ _you_] Qq. _thee_ Ff.

[fab142] _Why, that_] _Why that_ Q1 Q2 Ff. _Whye what_ the rest.

[fab144] _he?_] _he._ Q1.

[fab145] Glou.] Glo. Qq. Rich. F1 F3 F4. om. F2. ¶ [She spitteth at
him.] Spits at him. Ff. She spittes at him. Q8. ¶ _thou_] om. Q7 Q8.
¶ _me?_] _me._ Q1. _him?_ Q8.

[fab147] _a place_] _place_ Rowe (ed. 1).

[fab149] _my_] Qq. _mine_ Ff.

[fab153] _they_] _thy_ Q5. ¶ _kill_] _kils_ F2.

[fab155] _aspect_] Qq. _aspects_ Ff. ¶ _drops:_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Ff.
_drops._ Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fab156]–fab167: _These...weeping_] Omitted in Qq.

[fab157] _No,_] _Not_ Pope.

[fab160] _thy_] F1 F2. _my_ F3 F4.

[fab168] _friend_] _friends_ Q6. _frinds_ Q7 Q8.

[fab169] _smoothing_] Ff Q7 Q8. _soothing_ the rest. ¶ _words_] Qq.
_word_ Ff.

[fab171] [She looks...] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fab172] _thy_] _my_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _lips...they were_] Qq. _lip...it was_
Ff.

[fab176] _this true_] _true this_ Q3. ¶ _bosom_] Qq. _brest_ F1 F2.
_breast_ F3 F4.

[fab177] _forth_] _fourth_ F2. ¶ _adoreth_] _adorneth_ Q7 Q8.

[fab178] _the_] _thy_ Q6 Q7 Q8 F3.

[fab179] _knee] knees_ Q8. ¶ [He lays...at it...] F2 F3 F4. He
layes...at.... F1.

[fab180] _for...Henry_] Ff. _twas I that kild your husband_ Qq.

[fab182] _’twas...Edward_] Ff. _t’was I that kild king Henry_ Qq. ¶
[offers at it again. Capell.

[fab183] [Here...] Qq. She fals the sword. Ff.

[fab184] _the sword_] _thy sword_ Q8.

[fab186] _the_] Qq. _thy_ Ff.

[fab188] _Tush, that was_] Qq. _That was_ Ff. _Tush ’twas_ Anon. conj.
¶ _thy rage_] _the rage_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7.

[fab189] _the word_] _thy word_ F2 F3 F4.

[fab190] _That_] Qq. _This_ Ff. ¶ _for thy love_] _for my love_ Q8.

[fab192] _thou shalt_] Qq. _shalt thou_ Ff.

[fab193] _I knew_] _know_ Q7 Q8. ¶ fab193–fab202: _I would...ring_]
Steevens arranges as six lines of verse, ending _figur’d
in...man...sword...know...men...ring_.

[fab196] _never man was_] _never was man_ Q1 Q2. _man Was never_
Steevens.

[fab199] _shall you_] Qq. _shall thou_ Ff.

[fab200] _shall I...hope?_] F2 F3 F4. _shall I...hope._ Q1 F1. _I
shall...hope._ the rest.

[fab202] Glou.] Gol. Q2. Glo. Q1 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. om. Ff,
continuing the speech to Anne. ¶ _Vouchsafe_] _Voutsafe_ Q1.

[fab203] Anne. _To take...give._] Qq. Omitted in Ff. ¶ [She puts on the
ring. Johnson.

[fab204] _this_] Qq. _my_ F1. _thy_ F2 F3 F4. ¶ _thy_] Qq F1. _my_
F2 F3 F4. ¶ [putting it on. Capell.

[fab205] _my_] _me_ Q5 Q6.

[fab206] _Wear_] _Were_ Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fab207] _devoted suppliant_] Q1. _suppliant_ Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7
Q8. _devoted servant_ Ff.

[fab209] _his_] _this_ F3 F4.

[fab210] _What_] _Wat_ Q3.

[fab211] _would_] Qq. _may_ Ff. ¶ _thee_] Qq. _you_ Ff.

[fab212] _more_] Qq. _most_ Ff.

[fab213] _Place_] Qq. _House_ Ff.

[fab222] _Tressel_] Ff. _Tressill_ Qq. _Trassel_ Rowe (ed. 2). ¶
_Berkeley_] _Barkley_ Q1 Q2 Ff. _Bartley_ Q3 Q4. _Bartly_ Q5 Q6
Q7 Q8.

[fab225] [Exeunt...] Exit two with Anne. Ff (Ex. F4). Exit. Qq.

[fab226] Glo. _Sirs...corse_] Omitted in Ff. _Take up the corse, sirs_
Capell. ¶ _corse_] _course_ Q6 Q7 Q8. ¶ _lord?_] _lord._ Q1.

[fab227] _No,_] Q1 Q2. _No:_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 F1. _No_ Q7 Q8. _Now_
F2 F3 F4. ¶ [Exeunt...] Exeunt. manet Gl. Qq. Exit Coarse. Ff.

[fab228] _woo’d?_] _woed,_ Q1.

[fab229] _won?_] _wonne:_ Q1.

[fab231] _What! I, that_] _What I that_ Q1 Q2 Q5 Q6. _What I? that_
Q3 Q4. _What? I that_ F1 F2. _What I have_ Q7. _What? I have_ Q8
F3 F4. ¶ _his father_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _her father_ the rest.

[fab232] _hate_] Q1 Ff. _heate_ the rest.

[fab234] _her_] Qq. _my_ Ff.

[fab235] _Having_] _With_ Pope.

[fab236] _nothing_] Qq. _no friends_ Ff. ¶ _at all_] Q1 Q2. _withall_
Q3 Q5 Q6 Ff Q7 Q8. _with all_ Q4.

[fab238] _her, all...to nothing!_] _her all...to nothing._ Q1 Q2 Q3
Q4 Q5. _her all...to nothing?_ Q6. _her? All...to nothing._ Ff. _her
all...is nothing?_ Q7 Q8.

[fab239] _Ha!_] _Hah!_ Ff. _Hah_ Q1. _Hah?_ the rest (at end of line
238, in Qq).

[fab243] _a lovelier_] _lovelier_ Q7 Q8.

[fab245] _valiant, wise_] _wise and valiant_ Pope. _valiant, wise,
kind_ S. Walker conj. ¶ _royal_] _loyal_ Johnson conj.

[fab246] _world_] _word_ F2.

[fab247] _yet_] Qq F1. om. F2. _thus_ F3 F4. ¶ _debase_] _abase_ Ff.

[fab248] _the_] _he_ Q8.

[fab249] _bed?_] _bed,_ Q1.

[fab250] _moiety_] _moity_ Qq. _moytie_ Ff.

[fab251] _halt_] Qq. _halts_ Ff. ¶ _unshapen_] Qq. _mishapen_ Ff.

[fab252] _to a_] _to be a_ Q5 Q6 Q7. _to bee a_ Q8. ¶ _denier_]
_taniere_ Warburton conj.

[fab256] _charges_] _charge_ Q8.

[fab257] _some score_] Qq. _a score_ Ff.

[fab258] _adorn_] _adore_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6.

[fab260] _some_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _a_ the rest.

[fab261] _yon_] _you_ Q5 Q6.

[fab263] _bought_] _brought_ Q8.

[fac001] The palace.] Theobald. ¶ Enter Queen Elizabeth,...] Enter the
Queene Mother.... Ff. Enter Queene, Lord Rivers, and Gray. Qq (and om.
Q1 Q2).

[fac003] _brook_] _boroke_ Q2. ¶ _it ill, it_] _it, ill it_ Q1.

[fac005] _with_] om. Q1. ¶ _words_] Qq. _eyes_ Ff.

[fac006] _If...me_] Repeated in F1. ¶ _of_] Qq. _on_ Ff.

[fac007] Riv.] Ri. Qq. Gray. Ff.

[fac008] _harm_] _harme_ Qq. _harmes_ F1 F2 F3. _harms_ F4.

[fac011] _Oh_] Qq. _Ah_ Ff.

[fac012] _unto_] _in_ Q7 Q8. _into_ Theobald. _under_ Anon. conj. ¶
_Richard_] Ff Q8. _Rich._ the rest.

[fac014] _Is it_] _It is_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fac016] Derby.] Ff. Darby. Qq. Stanley. Theobald (and passim). See
note (III).

[fac017] _come the lords_] Q1 Q2. _comes the lords_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6
Q7 Q8. _comes the lord_ Ff.

[fac021] _prayers_] _prayer_ Ff. ¶ _scarcely_] _scarce_ Q7 Q8.

[fac024] _arrogance_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _arrogancie_ or _arrogancy_ the rest.

[fac025] _do beseech_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _beseech_ the rest.

[fac026] _false accusers_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _accusers_ the rest.

[fac027] _in true_] Qq. _on true_ Ff.

[fac030] Riv.] Q2. Ry. Q1. Ri. Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. Qu. Ff. ¶
_of_] om. Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fac032] _Are come_] Ff. _Came_ Qq.

[fac033] _What_] _With_ Q1 Q2.

[fac034] _speaks_] _speaketh_ Q3.

[fac036] _Madam, we did_] _Madame we did_ Qq. _I Madam_ F1 F2 F3.
_I, Madam,_ F4. _Ay, madam_ Capell. _We did, madam_ Anon. conj. ¶
_desires_] _seeks_ Pope. ¶ _to make_] _make_ Q4.

[fac037], fac038: _Betwixt...betwixt_] Qq. _Betweene...betweene_ Ff.

[fac039] _to warn_] _lo warne_ Q4. ¶ _to his_] _ot his_ Q6. _of his_
Q7 Q8.

[fac041] _highest_] Qq. _height_ Ff. ¶ Enter......] Enter Richard;
Hastings, and Dorset, with him. Capell. Enter Glocester. Qq. Enter
Richard. Ff. Enter Gloucester and Hastings. Hanmer.

[fac043] _are they that complain_] Q8. _are they that complaines_ Q1
Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7. _is it that complaines_ Ff. ¶ fac043, fac044:
_king,...not?_] Ff. _king,...not:_ Q1. _king?...not:_ the rest.

[fac044] _and_] om. Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fac045] _holy_] _wholy_ Q6.

[fac046] _dissentious_] _discentions_ Q2.

[fac047] _speak_] _speake_ Qq. _looke_ Ff.

[fac048] _smooth_] _sooth_ Theobald conj.

[fac052] _his simple_] _in simple_ Q5 Q7 Q8. _in simpla_ Q6.

[fac053] _By_] Qq. _With_ Ff.

[fac054] Riv.] Ri. Qq. Grey. F1 F2. Gray. F3 F4. ¶ _whom_] _home_
Q6 Q7. _who_ F1. ¶ _all_] om. Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fac055] _hast nor_] _hast not_ Q4. _hath no_ Q7 Q8.

[fac057] _faction?_] _faction:_ Q1.

[fac058] _person_] Qq. _grace_ Ff.

[fac059] _would_] _can_ Q7 Q8.

[fac063] _of_] Qq. _on_ Ff.

[fac064] _provoked_] _provoke_ Q8.

[fac066] _Which...actions_] Qq. _That...action_ Ff.

[fac067] _kindred_] Q1 Q6 Q7 Q8. _kinred_ Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5.
_children_ Ff. ¶ _brothers_] _brother_ Pope.

[fac068], fac069: _Makes......it._] Steevens. _Makes......to remove
it._ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. _Makes......grounds......to remove it._
Q6. _Makes him to send, that he may learne the ground._ Ff (omitting
_of...it._). _Makes...whereby wee...ground...to remove it._ Q7 Q8.
_Makes him to send, that he may learn the ground Of your ill will, and
thereby to remove it._ Pope. _Hath sent for you, that he may learn the
ground Of your ill will, and thereby may remove it._ Hanmer. _Hath sent
for you; that thereby he may gather The ground of your ill will, and so
remove it._ Capell.

[fac071] _make_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _may_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. _way_ Q7 Q8.

[fac075] _my advancement_] Q1 Ff. _mine advancement_ the rest. ¶
_friends’_] Knight. _friends_ Qq Ff.

[fac077] _grants_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _grant_ the rest. ¶ _we_] Qq. _I_ Ff.

[fac080] _whilst many fair_] Qq. _while great_ Ff. _while many fair_
Pope.

[fac089] _in...suspects_] _in, such vile suspect_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _vile_]
_wild_ Pope.

[fac090] _deny that you were not_] _deny too that you were_ Capell. ¶
_cause_] Qq. _meane_ Ff.

[fac092] _lord, for--_] Ff. _lord._ Qq.

[fac095] _fair_] om. Q7 Q8.

[fac097] _deserts_] Qq. _desert_ Ff.

[fac098] _What may_] _What my_ Q5. ¶ _not?_] _not,_ Q1 Q2 F1 F2.
¶ _yea_] Qq. _I_ Ff. _ay_ Rowe. ¶ _she,--_] _she--_ Pope. _she,_ F2.
_she._ the rest.

[fac099] _she?_] _she._ Q1.

[fac101] _a handsome_] Qq. _and a handsome_ Ff.

[fac102] _a worser_] _worser_ Q5.

[fac106] _With_] Qq. _Of_ Ff. ¶ _I often_] Qq. _that oft I_ Ff.

[fac108] _great_] om. Q7 Q8.

[fac109] _thus...at_] Qq. _so baited, scorn’d, and stormed at_ Ff. ¶
Enter...behind.] Enter...at a distance. Capell. Enter Qu. Margaret. Qq.
Enter old Queene Margaret. Ff (after line 110).

[fac111] SCENE IV. Pope. ¶ _thee_] Qq. _him_ Ff.

[fac113] _telling of_] _telling, or_ Q2. _telling_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fac114] _Tell...said_] Omitted in Ff. ¶ _have_] om. Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6
Q7 Q8.

[fac115] _avouch_] Qq. (_auoch_ Q6 Q7 Q8). _avouch’t_ Ff.

[fac116] _I dare...Tower_] Omitted in Qq. ¶ _to be_] _be_ Steevens conj.

[fac117] _’Tis...forgot_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.

[fac118] _Out...well_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff. ¶ _Out,_] _No,_
Warburton. ¶ _remember_] Qq. _do remember_ Ff. ¶ _them_] _thee_
Warburton.

[fac119] _slewest_] Qq. _killd’st_ F1 F2 F3. _kild’st_ F4.

[fac121] _Ere...king_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff. ¶ _yea, or_] _yea of_
Q2. _I, or_ Ff. _ay, or_ Rowe.

[fac125] _spilt_] Qq. _spent_ Ff.

[fac126] _Yea...thine_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff. ¶ fac126, fac136:
_Yea_] Qq. _I_ Ff. _Ay_ Rowe.

[fac129] _you. Was_] _you, was_ Q1.

[fac131] _minds_] _minde_ Q5. _mind_ Q6 Q7 Q8. ¶ _if you_] Ff. _if
yours_ Qq.

[fac132] _ere now_] Qq. _ere this_ Ff.

[fac142] _childish-foolish_] Theobald. _childish, foolish_ Q1 Q2.
_childish foolish_ the rest.

[fac143] _Hie_] Qq. _High_ F1 F2. _Hye_ F3 F4. ¶ _the_] Qq. _this_
Ff.

[fac147] _follow’d_] _follow_ Q7. ¶ _lawful_] Qq. _soveraigne_ Ff.

[fac148] _if you should_] Qq F1 F2. _if you would_ F3 F4.

[fac149] _If I should_] _If should_ Q6.

[fac150] _of it_] Qq. _thereof_ Ff.

[fac151] Q. Eliz.] Qu. Q1 Q2 Ff. Q. M. Q3 Q4. Qu. Nar. Q5. Qu.
Mar. Q6 Q7. Q. Mar. Q8.

[fac153] _may you_] Qq. _you may_ Ff.

[fac155] Q. Mar.] om. Q7 Q8. ¶ _A little_] Qq Ff. _As little_ Dyce
(Heath conj.). _And little_ Grant White. _Ah, little_ Anon. conj.

[fac157] [Advancing.] Capell. Coming forward. They all start. Collier
(Collier MS.).

[fac159] _In sharing_] Q1 Ff. _In sharing out_ Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. _I
shaking out_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _you_] _yon_ F2.

[fac160] _of_] _off_ F1. ¶ _trembles_] _tremble_ Q8. ¶ _looks_]
_looke_ Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fac161] _being_] Qq. _am_ Ff.

[fac162] _by you_] _byou_ Q3. _by on_ Q4. ¶ _deposed_] _disposd_ Q7
Q8. ¶ _rebels_] _reabels_ Q7. _Reblls_ F2.

[fac163] _O gentle_] _Ah gentle_ Ff. _O gentile_ Q7. _Ungentle_
Warburton. _Ah, gently,_ Jackson conj.

[fac167]–fac169: Glou. _Wert thou......abode._] Omitted in Qq.

[fac169] my] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[fac170] _owest to_] _owest unto_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fac172] _The sorrow_] Qq. _This sorrow_ Ff.

[fac173] _pleasures_] _pleasure_ Q7. ¶ _are_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _is_ the
rest.

[fac176] _scorns_] F4. _scornes_ F1 F2 F3. _scorne_ Qq. ¶
_drew’st_] _drew_ Q8. ¶ _from_] _frow_ Q6.

[fac178] _faultless_] Q1 Q2 Ff. The rest omit.

[fac180] _all_] Q1 Q2 F1. The rest omit. _now_ Rowe.

[fac181] _hath_] _have_ F3 F4. _has_ Pope. ¶ _plagued_] _plaugde_
Q4. _plagude_ Q3 Q5 Q6 Q7.

[fac182] Q. Eliz.] Qu. Qq Ff. Q. Mar. Rowe.

[fac184] _e’er_] _ere_ F1 F2. _e’re_ F3 F4. _ever_ Qq.

[fac190] _all...now_] Q1 Ff. _now...all_ Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6.
_now...now_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _on_] _one_ Q7.

[fac193] _loss_] _lost_ Q7 Q8.

[fac194] _Could_] Qq. _Should_ Ff. ¶ _but_] _not_ Mason conj.

[fac197] _If_] Qq. _Though_ Ff.

[fac198] _ours_] _our_ Q3 Q5 Q6. _out_ Q4.

[fac199] _thy_] _my_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _which_] Qq. _that_ Ff.

[fac200] _my_] Qq. _our_ Ff. ¶ _which_] Qq. _that_ Ff. ¶ _was_] _was a_
Q7. _was the_ Q8.

[fac201] _Die_] _Died_ Q8. ¶ _violence_] _violences_ Q6 Q7.

[fac204] _loss_] Qq. _death_ Ff.

[fac205] _thee_] _thee thee_ F2.

[fac206] _rights_] Q1 Ff. _glorie_ the rest. _rites_ Anon. conj.

[fac208] _lengthen’d_] _length’ned_ Ff. _lengthened_ Qq.

[fac211] _wast_] Q1 Q2 Ff Q8. _was_ the rest. ¶ _son_] _soone_ Q7.

[fac213] _your_] Qq. _his_ Ff.

[fac214] _But...off_] _By some unlook’d for accident all cut off_
Hanmer. ¶ _unlook’d_] _un-look’d-for_ F3 F4.

[fac216] _thee? stay_] _the stay_ Q1 Q2.

[fac217] _heaven_] _heavens_ Rowe.

[fac221] _the troubler_] _thou troubler_ Rowe.

[fac224] _for thy_] _forth,_ Q4.

[fac225] _that deadly eye_] _the deadly eyes_ Q7 Q8.

[fac226] _whilst_] Q6 Q7 Q8. _whilest_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. _while_
Ff.

[fac227] _ugly_] _ougly_ F1 F2.

[fac228] _elvish-mark’d_] _elvish-markt_ Pope. _elvish markt_ Qq.
_elvish mark’d_ F1 F2. _elvish, mark’d_ F3 F4.

[fac230] _slave_] _shame_ Anon. apud Theobald conj. _stain_ Collier MS.
¶ _son_] F3 F4. _sonne_ the rest. _scorne_ Collier MS.

[fac231] _mother’s heavy_] Qq. _heavie mothers_ Ff. _mother’s_ Johnson.

[fac233] _rag_] _wrack_ Warburton. ¶ _detested--_] F1 F3 F4.
_detested, &c._ Qq. _detested._ F2.

[fac234] _Ha!_] F4. _Ha._ the rest. ¶ _thee_] _the_ Q6 Q7.

[fac235] _I cry...then_] Ff. _Then I crie thee mercie_ Qq (_I_ om.
Q8). ¶ _had thought_] Qq. _did think_ Ff.

[fac236] _That thou hadst_] Q1 Ff. _Thou hadst_ Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6.
_Thou hast_ Q7 Q8.

[fac237] _look’d_] _looke_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fac239] _in_] _by_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fac240] _Thus...yourself._] Continued to Gloucester in Q7 Q8.

[fac242] _bottled spider_] _bloated spider_ Grey conj. _bottle-spider_
Collier MS.

[fac245] _time...that_] Q1. _day...that_ Ff. _time...when_ the rest.

[fac246] _that_] Qq. _this_ Ff. ¶ _poisonous_] Q1 Ff. _poisoned_ the
rest.

[fac247] _False-boding_] _False boading_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 F3
F4. _False boding_ F1 F2. _False bosting_ Q7. _False boasting_ Q8.

[fac249] _all] oll_ Q5.

[fac251] _all_] om. Q7 Q8.

[fac252] _you_] _yon_ Q2.

[fac253] _O, serve_] _Observe_ Q7 Q8.

[fac257] _O, that...could_] _Of that...can_ Long MS. ¶ _could_] Qq F1.
_can_ F2 F3 F4.

[fac259] _many_] _mighty_ Q8. ¶ _blasts_] _blast_ Q1.

[fac260] _themselves_] _them_ Q7 Q8.

[fac262] _toucheth_] Qq. _touches_ Ff.

[fac263] _Yea,_] Qq. I, Ff. _Ay_, Rowe. ¶ _high,_] Qq. _high_: Ff.

[fac267] _son_] _sunne_ Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fac270] _aery buildeth......nest_] _airey building in our airey nest_
Becket conj.

[fac272] _was_] Qq. is Ff. ¶ _lost be it so!_] _so be it lost._ Pope.

[fac273] _Have...charity._] S. Walker doubts whether this speech be
Buckingham’s. ¶ _Have done_] Qq. _Peace, peace_ Ff.

[fac276] _by you my hopes_] Qq. _my hopes (by you)_ Ff.

[fac278] _that shame_] Ff. _my shame_ Qq. ¶ _still_] _shall_ Q6 Q7
Q8.

[fac279] _Have done, have done._] Ff. _Have done._ Qq.

[fac280] _I’ll_] _Ile_ F1 F2. _I’le_ F3 F4. _I will_ Qq. _I_ Capell.

[fac282] _noble_] Ff. _princely_ Qq.

[fac285] _no one_] _none_ Q7 Q8.

[fac286] _of those_] _of them_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fac287] _I’ll not believe_] Qq. _I will not think_ Ff.

[fac288] _gentle-sleeping_] Theobald. _gentle sleeping_ Qq Ff.

[fac289] _take heed_] Ff. _beware_ Qq.

[fac291] _venom_] Ff. _venome_ Qq. _venom’d_ Capell conj. ¶ _rankle_]
_rackle_ Q1. ¶ _to the death_] Ff. _thee to death_ Qq.

[fac292] _Have not_] _Have nought_ Anon. conj.

[fac293] _marks on him_] _marks upon him_ Pope.

[fac297] One line in Qq. Two lines, the first ending _me_, in Ff.

[fac298] _soothe_] _soothd_ Q6. _smooth_ Anon. conj.

[fac301] _say poor Margaret was_] Qq. _say (poore Margaret) was_ Ff.

[fac302] _subjects to_] Ff. _subiects of_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6.
_subiect of_ Q7 Q8. _subject to_ Pope.

[fac303] _yours_] Ff. _your_ Q1 Q2. _you_ the rest. ¶ _God’s_] _God_
Q8.

[fac304] Hast.] Qq. Buc. Ff. ¶ _on end_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. _an
end_ Ff Q7 Q8.

[fac305] _muse why_] Ff. _wonder_ Qq.

[fac308] _to her_] Ff. om. Qq.

[fac309] Q. Eliz.] Qu. Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. Hast. Q6 Q7 Q8. Mar. F1
F2. Der. F3 F4. Dors. Rowe.

[fac310] _But_] Qq. _Yet_ Ff. ¶ _her wrong_] Ff. _this wrong_ Qq.

[fac311] _hot_] _hoat_ Q1. _hotte_ Q8.

[fac312] _of it_] _one it_ Q7. _on it_ Q8.

[fac313] _as_] om. Pope.

[fac315] _of it_] Qq. _thereof_ Ff.

[fac316] _and a_] _and_ Q7 Q8.

[fac318], fac319: _So...myself._] Marked as ‘Aside’ by Rowe. ¶ fac318:
[Aside] _being_] Edd. (S. Walker conj.). _being_ Qq Ff.

[fac319] _For..._] Qq. Speakes to himselfe. _For..._ Ff. ¶ _cursed now,
I_] _curst now, I_ Q4 Ff. _curst, now I_ the rest. Enter Catesby.] Ff.
Omitted in Qq.

[fac321] _And......noble lords._] Capell. _And...noble Lo:_ Q1 Q2.
_And for your noble Grace: and you my noble Lord._ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6.
_And for your Grace, and yours my gracious Lord._ Ff. (_yours,_ F4).
_And for your noble grace and you my Lord._ Q7 Q8 (_grace,_ Q8).
_And for your grace, and you, my noble lord._ Pope.

[fac322] _we come...us?_] Qq. _I come...me?_ Ff. See note (IV).

[fac323] _Madam, we will attend_] Qq. _We wait upon_ Ff. ¶ [Exeunt...]
Ff. Exeunt man. Ri. Q1 Q2. Exeunt. ma. Glo. the rest (substantially).

[fac324] _the wrong_] _thee wrong_ Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8 F3 F4. ¶
_begin_] Ff. _began_ Qq. ¶ _to brawl_] _the brawl_ Anon. conj.

[fac325] _mischiefs_] _mischiefe_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fac326] _grievous_] _greevious_ Q7. _grevious_ Q8.

[fac327] _whom_] _who_ F1. ¶ _laid_] Qq (_layd_ Q8). _cast_ Ff.

[fac329] _Hastings, Derby_] Qq. _Derby, Hastings_ Ff. _Stanley,
Hastings_ Theobald.

[fac330] _say it is_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7. _say it was_ Q8.
_tell them ’tis_ Ff.

[fac331] _stir_] _strires_ Q8.

[fac332] _it_] Ff. _me_ Qq. ¶ _whet_] _wet_ Q7. _wish_ Q8.

[fac333] _on_] _one_ Q7. ¶ _Vaughan_ Qq. _Dorset_ Ff.

[fac334] _I sigh_] _sigh_ Q3 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fac335] _do_] _to do_ Q5. _to doe_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fac337] _old odd_] Qq. _odde old_ Ff. ¶ _out_] Qq. _forth_ Ff.

[fac338] _saint_] S. Q7. Enter...] Ff. Enter Executioners. Qq. Enter
two villains. Rowe.

[fac339] _come_] Q1 Ff. _comes_ the rest.

[fac340] _hardy_] _handy_ Pope (ed. 2). ¶ _stout resolved_]
_stout-resolved_ Singer, and S. Walker conj.

[fac341] _you now_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _ye now_ Q3 Q4 Q5. _ye not_ Q6.
_yea not_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _deed_] Qq. _thing_ Ff.

[fac342], fac350: First Mur.] 1. M. Capell. Execu. Qq (substantially).
Vil. Ff.

[fac344] _Well_] Ff. _It was well_ Qq. ¶ [Gives the warrant.] Capell.
om. Qq Ff.

[fac350], fac351: _Tush! Fear not,_] _Tush, feare not,_ Qq (in one
line). _Tut, tut,_ Ff. _Fear not,_ Pope.

[fac352] _doers: be assured_] _doers; be assur’d,_ F4. _doers, be
assured:_ Q2 F1 F2 F3 (_dooers,_ F1 F2). _doers be assured:_ the
rest.

[fac353] _come_] Qq. _go_ Ff.

[fac354] _drop tears_] Qq. _fall tears_ Ff.

[fac355], fac356: _business straight. Go,...lord._] Ff. _busines._
Qq (omitting _straight...lord._). _business; go._ Pope. _business_
[_straight. Go,...lord._] Staunton.

[fac356] First Murd.] 1. M. Capell. Vil. Ff.

[fad001] SCENE IV.] SCENE V. Pope. ¶ London. The Tower.] The
Tower. Pope. ¶ Enter...] Enter Clarence, Brokenbury. Qq. Enter Clarence
and Keeper Ff. ¶ fad001: Brak.] Brok. or Bro. Qq. Keep. Ff (and
throughout the scene). ¶ _your_] _you_ Q6. ¶ _to-day_] om. F3 F4.

[fad003] _of ugly...dreams_] Qq. _of fearefull dreames, of ugly sights_
Ff.

[fad006] _buy_] _by_ Q7 Q8.

[fad008] _dream? I long...it_] Qq (_dreame,_ Q1). _dream my lord, I
pray you tell me_ Ff.

[fad009] _Methoughts_] _Methought_ Pope. ¶ fad009, fad010:
_Methoughts......Burgundy_] Ff. _Me thoughts I was imbarkt for
Burgundy_ Qq (_Me thought_ Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8).

[fad013] _thence_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. _there_ Q6 Ff Q7 Q8. ¶ _we
look’d_] _he lookes_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _toward_] _towards_ Q6 Q8.

[fad014] _fearful_] Qq. _heavy_ Ff.

[fad015]–fad017: _Lancaster That...us. As...hatches,_] _Lancaster:
That...vs as...hatches:_ Q1.

[fad016] _us_] _us us_ F2. ¶ _we_] Qq F1. _he_ F2 F3 F4. ¶
_paced_] _pact_ Q1. _pac’d_ Ff. _past_ the rest.

[fad018] _falling_] Ff. _stumbling_ Qq.

[fad019] _thought_] _sought_ Pope.

[fad021] _Lord, Lord_] Qq. _O Lord_ Ff.

[fad022] _waters_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. _water_ Q6 Ff Q7 Q8. ¶
fad022, fad023: _mine_] _my_ Q1.

[fad023] _ugly sights of_] _sights of ugly_ Ff. _a sight of_ Q7 Q8.

[fad024] _Methought_] _Me thought_ Qq. _Me thoughts_ F1 F2 F3.
_Methoughts_ F4.

[fad025] _Ten_] Qq. _A_ Ff.

[fad028] _All...sea_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fad029] _those_] Qq. _the_ Ff.

[fad031] _’twere_] _if it twere_ Q7. _if it t’were_ Q8.

[fad032] _Which_] Qq. _That_ Ff. ¶ _woo’d_] _wade_ Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.
_strew’d_ Heath conj.

[fad035] _the_] Qq F4. _these_ F1 F2 F3.

[fad036], fad037: _and often......ghost_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fad037] _but_] Ff. _for_ Qq.

[fad038] _Kept_] Qq. _Stop’d_ Ff.

[fad039] _seek_] _seeke_ Q1 Q2. _keepe_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.
_find_ Ff. ¶ _empty, vast and_] _emptie vast and_ Q1 Q3 Q4 Q5.
_emptie, vast, and_ Q2 Q6. _empty, vast, and_ Ff Q7 Q8. _empty
vast, and_ Malone conj.

[fad041] _Which_] Qq. _Who_ Ff.

[fad042] _with_] Qq. _in_ Ff. ¶ _agony?_] _agony._ Q1.

[fad043] _O no_] Qq. _No, no_ Ff.

[fad044] _to my_] _of my_ Q6 Q7 Q8. ¶ fad044, fad045: _soul, Who_]
Qq. _soule. I_ F1. _soule, I_ F2 F3 F4.

[fad046] _grim_] Qq. _sowre_ Ff.

[fad048] _stranger soul_] _stranger-soule_ Ff (_soul_ F3 F4).
_strangers soule_ Q8.

[fad049] _renowned_] _renowmed_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5.

[fad050] _cried_] Qq. _spake_ Ff.

[fad051] _Clarence?_] _Clarence,_ Q1.

[fad053] _with_] Ff. _in_ Qq.

[fad054] _Dabbled_] _Dadled_ Q6 Q7. ¶ _squeak’d_] _squakt_ Q1.
_shriek’d_ Ff. _squeakt_ the rest.

[fad056] _by_] _at_ Q7 Q8.

[fad057] _to your torments_] Qq. _unto torment_ Ff.

[fad058] _methoughts_] _me thoughts_ Q1. _methought_ F4. _me thought_
the rest.

[fad059] _about_] Qq. om. Ff.

[fad063] _impression_] _impressions_ Rowe (ed. 1). ¶ _the_] Qq. _my_ Ff.

[fad064] _my_] Qq. om. Ff. ¶ _though_] _that_ Pope.

[fad065] _I promise...afraid_] Qq. _I am afraid_ (_me thinkes_) Ff.

[fad066] _O Brakenbury_] _O Brokenbury_ Qq. _Ah keeper, keeper_ Ff. _Ah
Brakenbury_ Pope. ¶ _those_] Qq. _these_ Ff.

[fad067] _Which_ Qq. _That_ Ff. ¶ _bear_] _beares_ Q8. _give_ Ff.

[fad068] _requites_] _requits_ F1.

[fad069]–fad072: _O God!...children!_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fad071] _in me_] _on me_ Rowe.

[fad073] _I pray thee...me_] Qq. _Keeper, I prythee sit by me a-while_
Ff. ¶ _gentle_] _gentile_ Q7. ¶ _gentle keeper_] _Brakenbury_ Pope. ¶
[retiring to a chair. Capell.

[fad075] See note (V). ¶ [_Clarence sleeps._ Johnson.

[fad076] _breaks_] _breake_ Q1.

[fad078] _titles_] _title_ Q7. ¶ _glories_] _troubles_ Johnson conj.

[fad080] _imagination_] _imaginations_ Ff Q7 Q8.

[fad082] _betwixt_] Qq. _betweene_ Ff. ¶ _their_] _your_ Q3 Q4 Q5
Q6 Q7 Q8. ¶ _names_] Qq. _name_ Ff.

[fad083] Enter...] Enter two Murtherers. Ff. The murtherers enter. Qq.

[fad084] First Murd.] 1. Mur. Ff. om. Qq. ¶ _Ho! who’s here?_] Ff. om.
Qq. ¶ _here_] _there_ Warburton.

[fad085] _In...hither?_] Qq. _What would’st thou fellow? And how
camm’st thou hither?_ Ff (_cam’st_ F3 F4). _In God’s name, what art
thou? how cam’st thou hither?_ Pope.

[fad086] First Murd.] Execu. or Exec. Qq. 2. Mur. Ff.

[fad088] _Yea, are you_] Q1 Q2 Q8. _Yea, are ye_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6
Q7. _What_ F1 F2 F3. _What,_ F4.

[fad089] Sec. Murd.] 2 Exe. Qq. 1. Ff. ¶ _O sir...tedious_] Q1 Q2 Q7
Q8. _O sir it is better be brief then tedious_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. _’Tis
better (sir) then to be tedious_ Ff (_than_ F4).

[fad090] _Show him_] Qq. _Let him see_ Ff. ¶ _our_] _your_ Q7 Q8.
¶ _talk_] _and talke_ Ff. ¶ [Brakenbury reads it.] He readeth it. Qq
(reades Q8). Reads. Ff.

[fad093] _hereby_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _thereby_ the rest.

[fad094] _of_] Qq. _from_ F1 F3 F4. _ftom_ F2.

[fad095] _Here...asleep_] Qq. _There lies the duke asleepe, and there
the keyes_ Ff.

[fad096] _I’ll......him_] Ff. _Ile to his Maiestie, and certifie his
Grace_ Qq.

[fad097] _my charge to you_] Q1 Q2. _my place to you_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6
Q7 Q8. _to you my charge_ Ff.

[fad098] First Murd.] Exe. Qq. 1. Ff. ¶ _Do so, it is_] Qq. _You may,
sir, ’tis_ Ff. ¶ fad098, fad099: _fare you well_] Ff (_Far_ F1) in a
separate line. Omitted in Qq.

[fad099] [Exit...] Exit. Ff (after line 97). om. Qq.

[fad100] Sec. Murd.] 2. Qq Ff (and throughout). ¶ _we_] _I_ Q1 Q2.

[fad101] _then he will_] Qq. _hee’l_ F1 F2. _he’ll_ F3 F4.

[fad103] _When...fool_] Qq. _Why_ Ff.

[fad104] _till the_] Qq. _untill the great_ Ff (_until_ F3 F4).

[fad105] _he will_] Qq. _hee’l_ F1 F2. _he’ll_ F3 F4.

[fad109] _thou_] om. Q7 Q8.

[fad110] See note (VI). ¶ _for it_] Qq. om. Ff.

[fad111] _which_] Qq. _the which_ Ff.

[fad112] _us_] Qq. _me_ Ff.

[fad113], fad114: _I thought...live_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fad115] _Back...tell_] Qq. _Ile backe...and tell_ Ff.

[fad117] _I pray thee...while_] Qq. _Nay, I prythee...little_ F1 F2.
_Nay, prethee...little_ F3. _Nay, prithee...little_ F4. ¶ fad117,
fad118: _my holy humour_] Qq. _this passionate humour of mine_ Ff.
_this compassionate humour of mine_ Capell.

[fad118] _’twas_] Qq. _It was_ Ff.

[fad119] _would tell twenty_] _would tel xx._ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6.
_could tell xx._ Q7 Q8. _tels twenty_ Ff.

[fad121] _Faith, some_] Qq. _Some_ Ff.

[fad123] _our_] _the_ F3 F4. ¶ _deed is_] Qq. _deed’s_ Ff.

[fad125] _’Zounds_] Qq. _Come_ Ff.

[fad126] _Where is_] Qq. _Where’s_ Ff.

[fad127] _In_] Qq. _O, in_ Ff.

[fad128] _So when_] Qq. _When_ Ff.

[fad130] _Let_] Qq. _’Tis no matter, let_ Ff. ¶ _it go_] _us go_ Q2
F3 F4.

[fad131] _How_] Qq. _What_ Ff.

[fad132]–fad141: _I’ll...without it._] As prose in Ff. As verse, eleven
lines, in Qq. ¶ fad132, fad133: _it is...thing_] Qq. Omitted in Ff.

[fad134] _he...he_] Qq. _A man...A man_ Ff. ¶ _swear_] Q1 Q2 Ff.
_steale_ the rest.

[fad135] _it is_] Qq. _’tis_ Ff.

[fad136] _shamefast_] Q1 Q3 Q6. _shamfast_ Q2 Q4 Q5. _shamefac’d_
Ff. _shamfull_ Q7. _shamefull_ Q8.

[fad137] _one_] Qq. _a man_ Ff.

[fad138] _purse_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _piece_ or _peece_ the rest. ¶ _that I
found_] Qq. _that (by chance) I found_ Ff.

[fad139] _all_] Qq. om. Ff.

[fad140] _well endeavours_] _well, and endeavours_ Q7 Q8.

[fad141] _trust to_] _trust to To_ Q1. ¶ _to live_] _live_ Ff Q7 Q8.

[fad142] _’Zounds, it is_] Qq. _’Tis_ Ff.

[fad144] _Take the devil in_] _Shake off this devil in_ Heath conj.
_Shake the devil out of_ Capell. ¶ fad144, fad145: _him...he_]
_it...it_ Warburton.

[fad145] _but to make_] Ff. _to make_ Qq.

[fad146] _Tut,_] Qq. om. Ff. ¶ _strong-framed_] _strong-fram’d_ Ff.
_strong in fraud_ Qq. _strong in frame_ Anon. conj.

[fad147] _I warrant thee_] Qq. Omitted in Ff.

[fad148] _Spoke_] _Stood_ Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. ¶ _fellow_] Qq. _man_ Ff. ¶
_his_] Qq. _thy_ Ff.

[fad149] _we to this gear?_] Qq (_geere_ Q1). _we fall to worke?_ Ff.
_me fall to work?_ Rowe (ed. 1).

[fad150] _over_] Qq. _on_ Ff. ¶ _hilts_] _hilt_ Q7 Q8.

[fad151] _thy_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _my_ the rest. ¶ _we will chop him in_] Qq.
_throw him into_ Ff. ¶ fad151, fad152: _malmsey-butt_] _Malmsey, but_
Q7 Q8.

[fad153] _make_] Qq. _and make_ Ff. ¶ _sop_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _scoope_ Q3.
_soppe_ the rest.

[fad154], fad155: _Hark!......him_] Qq. 1. _Soft, he wakes._ 2.
_Strike._ 1. _No, wee’ll reason with him._ Ff. 1. Vil. _Soft, he wakes.
Shall I strike?_ 2 Vil. _No, we’ll reason with him._ Pope. ¶ fad154:
_strike?_] _strike._ Q1.

[fad157] Sec. Murd.] 2 Ff. 1 Qq.

[fad158] _thou?_] _thou._ Q1.

[fad159], fad163: Sec. Murd.] 2 Qq. 1 Ff.

[fad161] Sec. Murd.] 2 Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4. 1 Q5 Q6 Ff Q7 Q8.

[fad165] _Your...pale?_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fad166] _Who...come?_] Ff. _Tell me who are you, wherefore come you
hither?_ Qq (_came_ Q7 Q8).

[fad167] Both. _To, to, to--_] Am. _To, to, to._ Qq. 2 _To, to, to--_
Ff. _To, to, to, to--_ Capell conj.

[fad168] _me?_] _me._ Q1 Q2.

[fad169] Both. _Ay, ay._] Am. _I._ Qq. Both. _I, I._ Ff.

[fad170] _scarcely_] _scarce_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _hearts_] _heart_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fad171] _hearts_] _heart_ Q7 Q8.

[fad176] _call’d...from out_] Qq. _drawne...among_ Ff. _cull’d...from
out_ Johnson conj.

[fad177] _What is_] _What’s_ F3 F4.

[fad178] _are...that do_] Q1 Q2. _are...to_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.
_is...that doth_ Ff.

[fad179] _have_] _hath_ Q7 Q8.

[fad181] _Clarence’_] Rowe (ed. 2). _Clarence_ Qq F1 F2 F3.
_Clarence’s_ F4. ¶ fad181, fad182: _death?...law,_] F2 F3 F4.
_death,...law?_ Qq F1.

[fad183] _threaten_] _thteaten_ Q3. _thereaten_ Q4 Q5 Q6.

[fad184], fad185: _to have...sins_] Qq. _for any goodnesse_ Ff
(omitting line 185). _to have redemption_ Pope (omitting line 185).

[fad186] _hands on_] _hand one_ Q7.

[fad189] _is_] _us is_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _the_] Qq. _our_ Ff.

[fad190] _vassal_] _vassaile_ Qq. _vassals_ Ff.

[fad191] _the tables_] Q1 Q2. _his tables_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. _the
table_ Ff. _his table_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _his law_] _this law_ Rowe (ed. 1).

[fad192] _shalt_] _shall_ F2. ¶ _and wilt thou_] Qq. _Will you_ Ff.

[fad194] _hands_] Qq. _hand_ Ff.

[fad196] _hurl_] Ff. _throw_ Qq.

[fad198], fad199: _holy sacrament, To fight_] Qq. _sacrament, to fight_
Ff.

[fad199] _in_] _the_ Q7 Q8.

[fad202] _Unrip’dst_] Rowe (ed. 2). _Unripst_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6.
_Unrip’st_ F1 F2 F3. _Unript_ Q7 Q8. _Unripp’st_ F4.

[fad203] _wert_] Qq. _was’t_ Ff.

[fad205] _broke_] _brooke_ Q7. ¶ _so dear_] Qq. _such deere_ F1 F2.
_such high_ F3 F4.

[fad208] _Why, sirs,_] Qq. om. Ff.

[fad209] _ye_] _you_ Ff Q7 Q8.

[fad210] _this_] Qq. _that_ Ff.

[fad211] _revenged...this_] Qq. _avenged...the_ Ff.

[fad212] _O...publicly_] Ff. Omitted in Qq. ¶ _you yet,_] _you, that_
Steevens (Farmer conj.).

[fad214] _nor lawless_] Q1. _nor lawfull_ Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.
_or lawlesse_ Ff.

[fad217] _gallant-springing_] Pope. _gallant springing_ Q1 Ff.
_gallant spring_ the rest. _gallant springall_ Capell conj.
_gallant-spirited_ Anon. conj.

[fad218] _That_] _The_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fad220] _our duty, and thy fault_] Pope. _our duty and thy faults_ Ff.
_the divell and thy fault_ Qq.

[fad221] _Provoke_] Ff. _Have brought_ Qq. ¶ _slaughter_] Ff. _murder_
Qq.

[fad222] _Oh, if you love my brother_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q7 Q8. _Oh, if you
love brother_ Q4 Q5 Q6. _If you do love my brother_ Ff.

[fad224] _be_] Qq. _are_ Ff. ¶ _hired for meed, go_] _hired, for meed
go_ Becket conj. ¶ _meed_] Q1 Ff. _neede_ the rest.

[fad226] _shall_] Ff. _will_ Qq.

[fad228] _You are...you._] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.

[fad230] Both. _Ay,_] Am. _I,_ Qq. 1. _I_ Ff.

[fad233] _And...other,_] Qq. Omitted in Ff.

[fad235] _think of this_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. _think on this_ Q6 Ff
Q7 Q8.

[fad236] First Murd. _Ay,_] 1 _I_ Ff. Am. _I,_ Qq.

[fad238] _Right,_] om. Pope. ¶ fad238, fad239: _Right...thyself_] One
line in Qq. Two, the first ending _harvest:_, in Ff.

[fad239] _Thou deceivest thyself_] Qq. _Come, you deceive yourself_ Ff.
_You deceive yourself_ Pope.

[fad240] _sent...thee_] Q1. _sent...murder thee_ Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6
Q7 Q8. _sends us to destroy you here_ Ff. ¶ _hither_] om. Anon. conj.

[fad241], fad242: _for...He_] Qq. _for he bewept my fortune, And_ Ff.

[fad242] _hugg’d_] _hudg_ Q5.

[fad244], fad246: Sec. Murd. _Why,..._ First Murd.] 2 _Why..._ 1 Qq. 1
_Why..._ 2 Ff. ¶ fad244: _now...thee_] Qq. _when...you_ Ff.

[fad245] _world’s_] Qq. _earths_ Ff.

[fad246] _Make_] _Makes_ Q1.

[fad247]–fad250: _Hast thou...thy soul...art thou...thy own soul...thou
wilt_] Qq. _Have you...your soules...are you...your own soules...you
will_ Ff. _Have you...your soul...are you...your own souls...you will_
Pope.

[fad250] _by_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _for_ the rest.

[fad251] _Ah_] Qq. _O_ Ff. ¶ _he_] Qq. _they_ Ff.

[fad252] _the deed_] Ff. _this deed_ Qq.

[fad254] _Relent! ’tis_] _Relent, tis_ Qq. _Relent? no: ’Tis_ Ff.
_Relent! no, no, ’tis_ Keightley conj.

[fad255] _savage,_] Q1 Ff. _savage, and_ the rest.

[fad256]–fad264: _Which of you...pities not?_] See note (VII).

[fad260] _friend_] _friends_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _thy_] _your_ Q6 Q8. _yous_
Q7.

[fad261] _thine_] Ff. _thy_ Qq. ¶ _eye_] _eyes_ Q8.

[fad265] Sec. Murd. _Look...my lord._] Omitted in Qq.

[fad266] First Murd.] 1 Qq F1 F3 F4. om. F2. ¶ _Take...do_] Ff.
_I thus, and thus: if this wil not serve_ Qq. _Ay, thus, and thus;_
[stabbing him.] _and, if this will not serve_ Capell. ¶ [Stabs him.]
Ff. He stabs him. Qq.

[fad267] _drown you...within_] Ff. _chop thee...in the next roome_ Qq.
¶ [Exit...] Steevens. Exit Ff. om. Qq, and Capell.

[fad268] _dispatch’d_] Ff. _performd_ Qq.

[fad269] _like Pilate, would I_] _would I like Pilate_ Q7 Q8. ¶
_hands_] Ff Q8. _hand_ the rest.

[fad270] _guilty murder done_] Qq. _murther_ Ff. ¶ Re-enter......]
Enter 1 Murtherer. Ff. om. Qq, and Capell.

[fad271], fad272: As verse in Qq. As prose in Ff. ¶ fad271: _How now!
what...not?_] Ff. _Why doest thou not helpe me?_ Qq (_me,_ Q1). _Why
dost not thou help me?_ Staunton.

[fad272] _heavens_] _heaven_ Q6 Ff Q7 Q8. ¶ _thou art_] Qq. _you
have been_ Ff. _you’ve been_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[fad277] _Now must I hide his_] Qq. _Well, Ile go hide the_ Ff.

[fad278] _Until the duke take_] Qq. _Till that the Duke give_ Ff.

[fad279] _must away_] Qq. _will away_ Ff.

[fad280] _here_] Qq. _then_ Ff. ¶ [Exit.] Ff. Exeunt. Qq. Exit, with
the Body. Capell.

[fba001] London. The palace.] The same. A Room in the Palace. Capell.
The court. Pope. ¶ Flourish.] Ff. om. Qq and Theobald. ¶ Enter King
Edward...] Substantially as Capell. Enter the King sicke, the Queene,
Lord Marquesse Dorset, Rivers, Hastings, Catesby, Buckingham, Woodvill.
Ff. Enter King, Queene, Hastings, Ryvers, Dorcet, &c. Q1 Q2.
Enter...Rivers &c. the rest. ¶ fba001: _Why, so: now have I_] _Why so:
now have I_ Ff. _So, now I have_ Qq.

[fba002] _this_] _the_ Q7 Q8.

[fba004] _redeem_] _recall_ Pope.

[fba005] _now in peace_] Qq. _more to peace_ Ff. _more at peace_
Capell. _more in peace_ Steevens. ¶ _part to_] _part from_ Q1 Q2.
_part for_ quoted in Steevens’s reprint, and adopted by Grant White.

[fba006] _set_] Qq. _made_ Ff. ¶ _friends_] _friend_ Q6.

[fba007] _Rivers and Hastings_] Qq (_Hasting_ Q7). _Dorset and Rivers_
Ff. _Hastings and Rivers_ Rowe.

[fba009] _soul_] Ff. _heart_ Qq.

[fba011] _truly_] Q1 Q2 Ff. om. the rest.

[fba018] _are not_] _is not_ Ff Q7 Q8. ¶ _in this_] Qq. _from this_
Ff.

[fba019] _your son_] Qq. _you sonne_ Ff.

[fba023] _Here_] Qq. _There_ Ff.

[fba025] K. Edw. _Dorset......marquess_] One line in Rowe (ed. 2). Two
in Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fba026] _This_] Q1 Ff. _Thus_ the rest.

[fba027] _unviolable_] Qq. _inviolable_ Ff.

[fba028] _swear I_] _I sweare_ Q7. _I swere_ Q8. ¶ _my lord_] Qq. om.
Ff. ¶ [They embrace.] Capell. om. Qq Ff.

[fba029] _thou_] _up_ Q7 Q8.

[fba030] _embracements_] _embracement_ Q6 Q7 Q8. ¶ _wife’s_] _wives_
Qq Ff.

[fba031] _your_] _his_ Q7. _this_ Q8.

[fba033] _On you or yours but with all_] Qq. _Upon your Grace, but with
all_ Ff. _Upon your grace, and not with_ Pope. ¶ [To the Queen] Rowe.
om. Qq Ff.

[fba039] _unto_] _to_ Pope. ¶ _God_] Qq. _heaven_ Ff.

[fba040] _zeal_] Qq. _love_ Ff. ¶ [They embrace.] Embrace. Ff. om. Qq.

[fba044] _perfect_] Qq. _blessed_ Ff.

[fba045] _And...duke._] Qq. _And in good time, Heere comes Sir Richard
Ratcliffe, and the Duke._ Ff. ¶ Enter Gloucester.] Qq. Enter Ratcliffe,
and Gloster. Ff.

[fba049] _Brother_] Qq. _Gloster_ Ff.

[fba051] _wrong-incensed_] Rowe (ed. 2). _wrong insenced_ Q1 Q2.
_wrong inscensed_ Q7 Q8. _wrong incensed_ the rest.

[fba052] _my_] Q1 Q2 Ff. om. the rest. ¶ _liege_] Qq. _lord_ Ff.

[fba053] _Amongst_] Qq. _Among_ Ff.

[fba055], fba056: _Hold...rage_] As in Malone (Capell conj.). One line
in Qq Ff.

[fba056] _unwittingly_] Qq. _unwillingly_ Ff. ¶ _or in my rage_]
Omitted by Pope.

[fba057] _aught_] _thought_ Q7 Q8. _ought_ the rest.

[fba058] _By_] Qq. _To_ Ff.

[fba059] _his_] _this_ Q2.

[fba062] _First_] _Fird_ F2. ¶ _true_] Q1 Q2 Ff. om. the rest.

[fba063] _will_] om. Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fba066] _Of you, Lord...of you_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4. _Of you my Lord...of
you_ Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. _Of you and you, Lord Rivers and of Dorset_ Ff.
_Of you, Lord Rivers and, Dorset, of you_ Grant White conj.

[fba067] Here the Folios, after _frown’d on me_, insert _Of you Lord
Woodvill, and Lord Scales of you_.

[fba073] _holy day_] _holy-day_ Rowe.

[fba074] _strifes_] _strife_ Q7 Q8.

[fba075] _liege_] Qq. _lord_ Ff. ¶ _your_] _you_ Q6. ¶ _majesty_] Qq.
_highnesse_ Ff.

[fba078] _so flouted_] Ff. _thus scorned_ Qq.

[fba079] _noble_] Qq. _gentle_ Ff. ¶ [They all start.] Ff. Omitted in
Qq.

[fba081] Riv.] Qq. King. Ff. ¶ _Who...he is?_] One line in Qq. Two in
Ff.

[fba084] _no one_] _no man_ Ff. _noone_ Q7. _none_ Q8. ¶ _this
presence_] Qq. _the presence_ Ff.

[fba087] _soul_] Qq. _man_ Ff. ¶ _your_] _our_ Q7 Q8.

[fba088] _winged_] _wingled_ Q1.

[fba089] _bore_] Qq. _bare_ Ff. _had_ Pope.

[fba090] _came_] Qq F1. _come_ F2 F3 F4.

[fba092] _but_] Qq. _and_ Ff.

[fba093] _not worse_] Qq F1 F2. _no worse_ F3 F4.

[fba094] Enter Derby.] Enter Darby. Qq. Enter Earle of Derby. Ff. Enter
Stanley. Theobald. See note (III).

[fba096] _pray thee_] Qq. _prethee_ F1 F2 F3. _prithee_ F4.

[fba097] _grant._] Q1. _graunt._ Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. _heare me._ Ff.
_graunt,_ Q6 Q7. _grant,_ Q8.

[fba098] _speak_] Qq. _say_ Ff. ¶ _demand’st_] Qq. _requests_ F1 F2.
_request’st_ F3 F4.

[fba099] Der.] om. Q1.

[fba101] _attendant on_] _attending one_ Q7. _attending on_ Q8.

[fba103] _that tongue_] Ff. _the same_ Qq.

[fba104] _slew_] Qq. _kill’d_ Ff. ¶ _thought_] _nought_ Q8.

[fba105] _cruel_] Qq. _bitter_ Ff.

[fba106] _rage_] Qq. _wrath_ Ff.

[fba107] _bade_ Q1 Q2. _bad_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. _bid_ Ff.

[fba108] _Who spake_] Qq. _Who spoke_ Ff. ¶ _who spake of love_] _who
spoke of love_ F1. _who of love_ Qq. _who spoke in love_ F2 F3 F4.

[fba111] _by_] _at_ Ff Q7 Q8.

[fba114] _in_] _ie_ Q2.

[fba115] _did lap_] Ff. _did lappe_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. _lappe_
Q7. _lapt_ Q8.

[fba116] _his own garments_] _his owne garments_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5.
_his owne armes_ Q6 Q7 Q8. _his garments_ Ff. ¶ _gave_] Qq. _did
give_ Ff.

[fba117] _and naked_] _and and naked_ Q1 Q2.

[fba123] _dear_] _dearest_ Q8.

[fba126] _man_] _mast_ Q3 Q4 Q5.

[fba127] _speak unto_] _spake unto_ Rowe.

[fba128] _of_] _one_ Q7 Q8.

[fba129] _beholding_] _beholden_ Q5 Q6.

[fba130] _plead_] Qq. _begge_ Ff.

[fba132] _yours_] _your_ Q6.

[fba133] _Come...Clarence_] One line in Qq. Two, the first ending
_closet_, in Ff. Pope ends the first line _Ah_. ¶ _Come, Hastings,
help_] _Come,_ [to Hast.] _help_ Capell. ¶ _help_] _prithee, help_
Collier MS. ¶ _Oh_] Qq. _Ah_ Ff. ¶ [Exeunt...] Ff. Exit. Qq.

[fba134] _This is the fruit_] Qq. _This is the fruits_ Ff. _These are
the fruits_ Pope. ¶ _rashness_] _rawnes_ Q3 Q4 Q5. _rawnesse_ Q6
Q7 Q8. ¶ _Mark’d_] _marke_ Q7 Q8. _markt_ the rest.

[fba135] _guilty_] Qq F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[fba136] _Clarence’_] Rowe (ed. 2). _Clarence_ Qq Ff. _Clarence’s_ Rowe
(ed. 1).

[fba138] _But come, let us in,_] _But come lets in_ Qq. _Come Lords
will you go_ Ff.

[fba140] Buck. _We...grace_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fbb001] The palace.] The same Capell. ¶ Enter...] Enter the old
Dutchesse of Yorke... Ff. Enter Dutches of Yorke, with Clarence
children. Qq. ¶ fbb001: Boy.] Qq. Edw. Ff. ¶ _Tell me, good grandam_]
_Tell me good Granam_ Qq. _Good grandam, tell us_ Ff.

[fbb003] Boy.] Qq. Daugh. Ff. ¶ _wring your hands and_] Qq. _weepe so
oft and_ Ff. _weep so, and oft_ Collier MS.

[fbb005] Girl.] Qq. Boy. Ff.

[fbb006] _wretches, orphans_] _orphans, wretches_ Ff. _wretched,
orphanes_ Q7 Q8.

[fbb007] _be_] Qq. _were_ Ff.

[fbb008] _much_] Qq. _both_ Ff.

[fbb010] _not your fathers death_] _now your fathers dead_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fbb011] _sorrow to wail_] Ff. _labour, to weepe for_ Qq.

[fbb012] _grandam, you conclude that_] _granam you conclude that_ Qq.
_you conclude, (my grandam)_ Ff.

[fbb013] _my_] Qq. _mine_ Ff. ¶ _to blame_] _too blame_ Qq F1. ¶
_this_] Qq. _it_ Ff.

[fbb015] _daily_] Qq. _earnest_ Ff. _daily earnest_ Pope. ¶ _all to
that effect_] Omitted by Pope.

[fbb016] Girl. _And...I_] Daugh. _And...I_ Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fbb020], fbb031: _Grandam_] Ff. _Granam_ Qq.

[fbb021] _provoked_] Qq. _provok’d to it_ Ff. _provok’d to’t_ Pope.

[fbb023] _my uncle_] Ff. _he_ Qq.

[fbb024] _And...arm_] _And hugd me in his arme,_ Qq (_armes_ Q7 Q8).
_And pitied me_ Ff. ¶ _kindly_] om. Edd. conj. ¶ _cheek_] _cheekes_ Q6
Q7 Q8.

[fbb025] _Bade_] _Bad_ Ff. _And bad_ Qq. ¶ _on my_] _in my_ Qq.

[fbb026] _his_] Qq. _a_ Ff.

[fbb027] _Oh_] Qq. _Ah_ Ff. ¶ _shapes_] Qq. _shape_ Ff.

[fbb028] _vizard_] _vizor_ Ff. _visard_ Q1 Q2. ¶ _foul guile_] Qq.
_deepe vice_ Ff.

[fbb029] _yea_] _I_ Ff. om. Q4. _ay_ Rowe.

[fbb033] Enter Queen Elizabeth...] Enter Queene.... Ff. Enter the Quee.
Qq.

[fbb034] _Oh_] Q1 Q2. _Ah_ Ff. _Wh_ Q3 Q4. om. the rest. _Who_
Staunton.

[fbb036] _soul_] _selfe_ Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fbb037] _enemy._] _enemy--_ Rowe.

[fbb040] _your_] Qq. _thy_ Ff.

[fbb041] _now......wither’d_] Qq. _when the root is gone_ Ff.

[fbb042] _the sap being gone_] _that want their sap_ Ff.

[fbb046] _perpetual rest_] Qq. _nere-changing night_ Ff. _nere-changing
light_ Collier MS. _perpetual light_ Keightley conj.

[fbb047] _Ah_] Qq Ff. _Ay_ Pope. ¶ _I_] om. F1.

[fbb048] _title in_] Qq F1 F2. _title to_ F3 F4. ¶ _thy_] _my_ Q7
Q8.

[fbb050] _by_] Qq. _with_ Ff. ¶ _images_] _image_ Q8.

[fbb054] _Which_] Qq. _That_ Ff.

[fbb056] _thee_] Qq. om. Ff.

[fbb057] _husband_] Ff. _children_ Qq.

[fbb058] _limbs_] _limmes_ Qq. _hands_ Ff.

[fbb059] _Edward and Clarence_] Qq. _Clarence and Edward_ Ff.

[fbb060] _Thine_] Ff. _Then,_ Qq. _Thou_ Anon. MS. (in Capell’s copy
of Q3). ¶ _a moiety_] _a moity_ Ff. _moity_ Q1 Q2 Q8. _moitie_ Q3
Q4 Q5. _motitie_ Q6. _motity_ Q7. ¶ _grief_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5.
_selfe_ Q6 Q7 Q8. _moane_ Ff.

[fbb061] _plaints_] Qq (_plants_ Q2). _woes_ Ff. ¶ _thy cries_] _the
cries_ Q5 Q6. _my cries_ F2.

[fbb062] _Good_] Qq. _Ah_ Ff. ¶ _wept_] _weept_ Q6 Q7. ¶ _our_] _my_
Q7 Q8. _your_ F2 F3.

[fbb063] _kindred_] Ff. _kindreds_ Qq.

[fbb064] Girl.] Qq. Daugh. Ff.

[fbb065] _widow-dolour_] Ff. _widdowes dolours_ Qq. _widow dolours_
Pope.

[fbb067] _complaints_] Ff. _laments_ Qq.

[fbb068]–fbb070: _All...world!_] Put in the margin by Pope.

[fbb069] _moon_] F3 F4. _moone_ F1 F2 Q7 Q8. _moane_ the rest.

[fbb071] _Oh_] Qq. _Ah_ Ff. ¶ _for my husband_] _my husband_ Q7 Q8. ¶
_dear_] F3 F4. _deere_ F1 F2. _eire_ Q1. _eyre_ Q2. _heire_ Q3
Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fbb072], fbb075, fbb078: Chil.] Ff. Ambo. Qq. ¶ fbb072: _Oh_] Qq. _Ah_
Ff.

[fbb073] _Clarence_] _my Clarence_ Long MS.

[fbb074], fbb075: _he’s_] Ff. _he is_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q8. _is he_
Q6 Q7.

[fbb076] _stays_] _stay_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fbb077] _Was never_] _Was ever_ Q4 Q7 Q8.

[fbb078] _Were never_] Ff. _Was never_ Q1. _Was ever_ the rest. ¶ _so
dear a_] Ff Q7 Q8. _a dearer_ the rest.

[fbb079] _never_] Ff. _ever_ Qq. ¶ _so dear a_] Ff. _a dearer_ Qq.

[fbb080] _moans_] Qq. _greefes_ F1 F2. _griefs_ F3 F4.

[fbb081] _are_] Qq. _is_ Ff.

[fbb082] _an_] Ff. om. Qq.

[fbb083] _weep_] _weepes_ F1.

[fbb084], 85: _and so...weep_] Qq. Omitted in Ff.

[fbb085] _I...they:_] omitted by Pope. ¶ _so do not they_] Q1 Ff. _and
so do they_ the rest.

[fbb087] _Pour_] _Proue_ Q2. ¶ _all your_] _all yours_ F2.

[fbb088] _lamentations_] Qq. _lamentation_ Ff.

[fbb089]–fbb100: Dor. _Comfort...throne_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fbb090] _you take with unthankfulness_] _with unthankfulness you take_
Pope.

[fbb092] _repay_] _pay_ Pope.

[fbb100] Enter Gloucester...] Enter Richard... Ff. Enter Glocester with
others. Qq.

[fbb101] SCENE III. Pope. ¶ _Madam_] Qq. _Sister_ Ff.

[fbb103] _cure their_] Qq. _helpe our_ Ff.

[fbb105] _your grace_] _you_ Pope. ¶ _on_] _on on_ Q6. ¶ _knee_]
_knees_ Q8.

[fbb107] _mind_] Qq. _breast_ Ff.

[fbb109] _and make me die_] _make me die_ Q6. _make me to die_ Q7
Q8. ¶ fbb109: [Aside] Hanmer.

[fbb110] _That is_] Ff. _Thats_ Qq. ¶ _of a_] Q1 Ff. _of my_ the rest.

[fbb111] _why_] Qq. _that_ Ff.

[fbb113] _mutual heavy_] Qq. _heavie mutuall_ Ff.

[fbb114] _other_] _others_ Q7.

[fbb115] _of_] Q1 Ff. _for_ the rest.

[fbb116] _son_] _soone_ Q6.

[fbb117] _hearts_] Qq. _hates_ Ff.

[fbb118] _lately_] _lastly_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _splinter’d_] F1. _splinterd_
Q1. _splintred_ F2 F3. _splintr’d_ F4. _splinted_ the rest.

[fbb119] _gently_] Q1 Ff. _greatly_ the rest.

[fbb121] _fetch’d_] _fetcht_ Qq. _fet_ Ff.

[fbb123]–fbb140: Riv. _Why...say I_] Ff. Omitted in Qq. ¶ fbb123:
_Why......Buckingham?_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff.

[fbb127] _green and_] om. Pope.

[fbb132] Glou.] Rich. Ff. Riv. Long MS.

[fbb134] Riv.] Ff. Stan. Hanmer. Rich. Long MS. ¶ fbb134–fbb140:
Riv. _And......prince._ Hast. _And...I._] Hast. _And...prince._ Sta.
_And...I._ Capell.

[fbb139] _so few_] _but few_ Hanmer.

[fbb142] _Ludlow_] Qq. _London_ Ff.

[fbb143] _mother_] Qq. _sister_ Ff.

[fbb144] _censures_] _sensures_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _weighty_] Qq. om. Ff.

[fbb145] Q. Eliz. Duch. _With...hearts._] Ans. _With...hearts._
Qq. Omitted in Ff. ¶ [Exeunt......] Exeunt. man. Glo. Buck. Qq
(substantially). Exeunt. Manent Buckingham, and Richard. Ff (Manet F1).

[fbb147] _be behind_] Qq. _stay at home_ Ff.

[fbb149] _late_] Q1 F1 F2 F3. _lately_ the rest.

[fbb150] _king_] Qq. _prince_ Ff.

[fbb152] _prophet!--My_] Theobald Warburton). _prophet, my_ Qq Ff.

[fbb153] _like_] Qq. _as_ Ff.

[fbb154] _Towards_] Qq. _Toward_ Ff. ¶ _Ludlow_] Qq. _London_ Ff. ¶
_we’ll_] Ff. _we will_ Qq.

[fbc001] SCENE III.] SCENE IV. Pope. In Collier MS. the
whole scene is erased. ¶ London. A street.] A street near the court.
Theobald. ¶ Enter...] Capell. Enter two Citizens. Qq. Enter one Citizen
at one doore, and another at the other. Ff. ¶ fbc001: _Neighbour, well
met_] Qq. _Good morrow, neighbour_ Ff. ¶ _whither_] _whether_ Q8.

[fbc002] _scarcely_] Qq. _hardly_ Ff.

[fbc003] _Hear_] Ff. 1 _Heare_ Qq. ¶ First Cit. 1Ff. 2Qq. ¶ _Ay_] _I_
Qq. _Yes_ Ff. ¶ _that_] Qq F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[fbc004] Sec. Cit.] 2 Ff. 1 Qq. ¶ _Bad_] Qq. _Ill_ Ff. ¶ _the better_]
_better_ Q7 Q8. _a better_ Pope.

[fbc005] _troublous_] Q1. _troublesome_ Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.
_giddy_ Ff.

[fbc006] _Neighbours, God speed!_] Ff. _Good morrow, neighbours._ Qq. ¶
First Cit. _Give...sir._] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fbc007] _this_] Qq. _the_ Ff.

[fbc008] Sec. Cit. _Ay, sir...while_] 2. _I sir,...while_ Ff. 1 _It
doth._ Qq.

[fbc009] _troublous_] _troublesome_ Q8.

[fbc010] _good_] Q1 Ff. The rest omit.

[fbc012] _a hope_] _hope_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _government_] See note (VIII).

[fbc013] _That_] Qq. _Which_ Ff. _With_ Collier MS. ¶ _council under
him_] _counsel under them_ (i.e. the regency) Seymour conj.

[fbc014] _full and_] _full_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _ripen’d_] _ripened_ Qq Ff.

[fbc016] _state_] _case_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _Henry_] Ff. _Henrie_ Q8. _Harry_
the rest. ¶ _the Sixth_] _nam’d the sixth_ Seymour conj.

[fbc017] _in Paris_] Ff. _at Paris_ Qq. ¶ _nine_] _ix._ Q1. _xi._ Q2.

[fbc018] _No,...wot_] Ff. _no good my friend not so_ Qq.

[fbc019] _this_] _our_ Q8.

[fbc020] _With_] _Which_ F4.

[fbc022] _Why, so_] Ff. _So_ Qq. ¶ fbc022, fbc023, fbc024: _the
father_] Qq. _his father_ Ff. ¶ fbc022, fbc031: First Cit.] 1 Ff. 2 Qq.

[fbc025] _emulation now, who shall_] Qq. _emulation who shall now_ Ff.
¶ _nearest_] _earnest_ Q7 Q8.

[fbc026] _Will_] Ff. _Which_ Qq.

[fbc028] _sons......haught_] Ff. _kindred hauty_ Qq. _kindred hautie
are_ Capell conj. ¶ _haught and proud_] _haughty, proud_ Pope.

[fbc029] _to rule_] _rule_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fbc030] _land_] Qq. _land,_ Ff.

[fbc031] First Cit.] 1. Ff. 2 Qq. ¶ _shall_] Qq. _will_ Ff.

[fbc032] _appear_] Qq. _are seen_ Ff.

[fbc033] _the_] Qq. _then_ Ff.

[fbc035] _make_] _makes_ F1 Q8. ¶ _men_] _them_ Q7 Q8.

[fbc036] _may_] _men_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fbc038] Sec. Cit.] 2. Ff. 1. Qq. ¶ _souls_] Qq. _hearts_ Ff. ¶
_dread_] Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. _bread_ Q1 Q2. _feare_ Ff.

[fbc039] _Ye_] _Yea_ Q7 Q8. _You_ Ff. ¶ _reason almost_] Ff. _almost
reason_ Qq (_almast_ Q6).

[fbc040] _heavily_] _heauy_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _fear_] Qq. _dread_ Ff.

[fbc041] _times_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. _days_ Ff. _time_ Q7 Q8. ¶
_is it_] _it is_ Q8.

[fbc043] _Ensuing dangers_] Qq. _Pursuing danger_ Ff. _Ensuing danger_
Pope.

[fbc044] _waters_] Qq. _water_ Ff. ¶ _boisterous_] _boystous_ Q6.

[fbc045] _Whither_] _Whether_ Q7 Q8.

[fbc046] _Marry_] Ff. om. Qq. ¶ _were_] Ff. _are_ Qq. ¶ _justices_] Ff.
_justice_ Qq. _justice’s_ Anon conj.

[fbd001] SCENE IV.] SCENE V. Pope. ¶ London. The palace.] The
same. A Room in the Palace. Capell. The Court. Theobald. ¶ Enter...]
Enter Cardinall, Dutches of Yorke, Quee. young Yorke. Qq. Enter
Arch-bishop, yong Yorke, the Queene, and the Dutchesse. Ff. ¶ fbd001:
_hear_] Q1 Q2 Q7 Q8. _heard_ the rest. ¶ _Northampton_] Qq. _Stony
Stratfort_ Ff. See note (IX).

[fbd003] _they will_] _will they_ Q7 Q8.

[fbd005] _last I_] _I last_ Q8.

[fbd006] _no_] _not_ Pope.

[fbd007] _Hath_] Qq. _Ha’s_ F1 F2 F3. _Has_ F4. ¶ _almost_] om. Q6
Q7 Q8. ¶ _his_] om. Q7 Q8.

[fbd009] _young_] Q8. _good_ Ff. _yong_ the rest. ¶ _cousin,_]
_cousin?_ Capell.

[fbd010] _Grandam_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _Granam_ the rest.

[fbd012] _Gloucester_] _Glocester_ Q1 Q4. _Clo._ Q3 Q5. _Glo._ Q6
Q7 Q8. _Glouster_ F1 F2. _Gloster_ F3 F4.

[fbd013] _herbs_] _earbs_ Q7. ¶ _do_] Ff. om. Qq.

[fbd020] _if this rule were true_] Edd. _if this were a true rule_ Q1
Q2. _if this were a rule_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. _if his rule were
true_ Ff.

[fbd021] Arch.] Arc. Capell. Car. Qq. York. Ff. ¶ _Why, madam,...is_]
Qq. _And so no doubt he is, my gracious Madam._ Ff. S. Walker suspects
a corruption in _gracious_.

[fbd022] _so too_] Qq. _he is_ Ff.

[fbd025] _To touch...mine._] _That should have neerer toucht his growth
then he did mine_ Qq.

[fbd026] As one line in Qq. As two in Ff. ¶ _pretty_] Qq. _young_ Ff. ¶
_pray thee_] Qq. _prythee_ Ff.

[fbd027] _they_] _thy_ Q4. ¶ _my_] Q1 Ff. _that my_ the rest. ¶
_fast_] _faw_ Q6.

[fbd028] _old_] _hold_ Q5.

[fbd030], fdb032: _Grandam_] Ff. _Granam_ Qq. ¶ fbd030: _biting_] F3
F4. _byting_ F1 F2. _pretie_ or _prettie_, or _prittie_ or _pritty_
Qq.

[fbd031] _pray thee_] Qq. _prythee_ F1 F2. _prethee_ F3. _prithee_
F4. ¶ _this_] Ff. _so_ Qq.

[fbd033] _His nurse_] Q1 Ff. om. the rest. ¶ _wert_] Qq, _wast_ Ff.

[fbd035] _parlous_] Ff. _perilous_ Qq (_perillous_ Q6). ¶ _go to_] Q1
Q2 Ff. _go too_ the rest. ¶ _you are_] _thou art_ Q7 Q8.

[fbd036] Arch.] Arc. Capell. Car. Qq. Dut. Ff. ¶ _the_] _a_ F3 F4.

[fbd037] _have_] _hath_ Q7 Q8. ¶ Enter a Messenger.] Ff. Enter
Dorset. Qq.

[fbd038] Arch. _Here comes...news?_] Ff. _Here comes your sonne. Lo: M.
Dorset. What newes Lo: Marques?_ Qq. (_Lo: Marques......Lo: Marques_
Q2; _Lord Marques......Lord Marques_ the rest). See note (X). ¶
_What news?_] _What news with you?_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[fbd039] Mess.] Mes. Ff. Dor. Qq and throughout the scene. ¶ _unfold_]
Qq. _report_ Ff.

[fbd040] _fares_] Qq. _doth_ Ff.

[fbd041] _thy news then?_] Q1. _thy newes?_ Ff. _the newes then?_ the
rest.

[fbd042], fdb043: _Lord Riuers...With them...prisoners_] Qq. _Lord
Rivers...and with them,......prisoners_ Ff, ending the lines
_Grey...them,...prisoners_. ¶ _Pomfret...Vaughan, prisoners_] _Pomfret
prisoners; and with them...Vaughan_ Capell.

[fbd044], fdb045: _The mighty...Buckingham._] As in Pope. One line in
Qq Ff.

[fbd045] _Gloucester_] _Clocester_ Q3. ¶ Q. Eliz.] Queen. Johnson.
Car. Qq. Arch. Ff.

[fbd047] _for what_] _what_ Q2. ¶ _these_] Qq. _the_ Ff.

[fbd048] _lady_] Qq. _lord_ Ff.

[fbd049] _Ay_] _Ah_ Rowe. ¶ _downfall_] Qq. _ruin_ Ff. ¶ _our_] Qq.
_my_ Ff.

[fbd050] _seized_] _seaze_ Q7.

[fbd051] _jet_] _iet_ Qq. _Iutt_ F1 F2. _Jut_ F3. _jut_ F4.

[fbd052] _aweless_] Ff. _lawlesse_ Qq.

[fbd053] _death_] Qq. _blood_ Ff.

[fbd058] _And often_] _Too often_ Collier MS.

[fbd059] _their_] _were_ Q8.

[fbd060], dbd061: _seated, and...broils clean over-blown, themselves_]
_seated and...broiles, clean ouer-blowne themselves_ Q1.

[fbd062], fbd063: _blood against blood, Self_] Qq. _brother to brother;
Blood to blood, selfe_ Ff.

[fbd063] _preposterous_] _prepostorous_ F1. _most preposterous_ Pope.
_prepost’rous_ Rowe.

[fbd064] _outrage_] _courage_ Reed (1803). ¶ _thy_] _the_ Q8.

[fbd065] _death_] Qq. _earth_ Ff.

[fbd067] _Madam, farewell_] Ff. Omitted in Qq. ¶ _I’ll go along_] Qq.
_Stay, I will go_ Ff.

[fbd068] [To the Queen. Malone.

[fbd069] _thither_] _thether_ F1. ¶ _bear_] _bare_ Q6.

[fbd071] _to me_] Qq F1. _it me_ F2 F3 F4.

[fbd073] _Come_] Qq. _Go_ Ff.

[fca001] London.] Pope. ¶ A street.] Capell. ¶ Cardinal Bourchier,
Catesby, and others] Capell, substantially. Cardinall, &c. Qq. Lord
Cardinall, with others. Ff. ¶ fca001: _Welcome...chamber._] One line
Qq. Two, the first ending _London_, in Ff.

[fca005] _Have_] _Hath_ Q8.

[fca008] _Hath_] _Have_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fca009] _Nor_] _No_ Ff Q8.

[fca016] Prince.] Prince [Aside. Edd. conj. ¶ _God...none_] One line in
Qq. Two in Ff. ¶ _from false_] _frō such false_ Q4.

[fca017] _mayor_] F4. _Maior_ Qq F1. _Major_ F2 F3. ¶ Enter the
Lord Mayor...] Capell. Enter Lord Maior. Qq F1 (Maire Q7). Enter Lord
Major. F2 F3. Enter Lord Mayor. F4.

[fca019] [They kiss his hand and retire. Capell.

[fca028] _Have_] _Hath_ Q8.

[fca029] _have come_] Q1 Q2 Q4 Ff. _come_ the rest.

[fca031] _an_] _an an_ F2. ¶ _peevish_] _peenish_ Q3.

[fca033] _to send_] _the send_ Q3. _they send_ Q5.

[fca035] _go_] _you goe_ F2. _you go_ F3 F4. ¶ _him_] _them_ Q5 Q6
Q7 Q8.

[fca038] _the_] _to_ Q3.

[fca039] _Anon_] om. Steevens conj. ¶ fca039, fca040: _be obdurate To
mild entreaties_] _be Obdurate to entreaties_ Pope.

[fca040] _in heaven_] Q1 Q2. om. the rest.

[fca042] _blessed_] om. Pope.

[fca043] _deep_] Q1 Q2. _great_ the rest.

[fca044]–fca046: _too......Weigh it but_] _to sense, less obstinate,
my lord: Too...traditional Weight is but_ Jackson conj. ¶ fca044:
_senseless-obstinate_] Theobald. _sencelesse obstinate_ Qq Ff. _strict
and abstinent_ Collier (Collier MS.). _needless-obstinate_ Staunton
conj.

[fca046] _grossness of this_] _greatnesse of this_ Q6. _greatnesse of
his_ Q7 Q8. _greenness of his_ Hanmer (Warburton). _goodness of his_
Collier (Collier MS.). _grossness of his_ Hunter conj.

[fca052] _And therefore_] Qq F1. _Therefore_ F2 F3 F4.

[fca053] _taking_] _take_ Q6 Q7 Q8. ¶ _thence_] _hence_ Dyce.

[fca056] _ne’er_] _ne’re_ Ff. _never_ Qq.

[fca057] _o’er rule_] Ff. _overrule_ Qq.

[fca060] _Good_] _My_ Capell (corrected in Errata). ¶ Exeunt...] om.
Q1 Q2. Exit...the rest (after line 59).

[fca063] _seems_] Q1 Q2. _thinkst_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.
_think’st_ Ff. _thinks_ S. Walker conj.

[fca064] _may_] _my_ Q3 Q4.

[fca066] _and_] _as_ Q7 Q8.

[fca070] Buck.] Glou. Steevens. ¶ _gracious_] om. Steevens conj.,
reading as one line _He...since_.

[fca071] _re-edified_] _rebuilt_ Hanmer.

[fca074] _Upon_] _It is upon_ Capell.

[fca077] _retail’d_] _intail’d_ Warburton.

[fca078] _all-ending_] Q1. _ending_ the rest.

[fca079] [Aside.] Johnson. ¶ _never_] _ne’er_ Pope.

[fca081] _lives_] _ne’er lives_ Mason conj.

[fca082] [Aside.] F2 F3 F4. om. the rest. ¶ _Thus_] _That_ Q6
Q7 Q8. ¶ _formal vice, Iniquity_] _formal wise antiquary_ Hanmer.
_formal-wise antiquity_ Warburton. _formal vice, hypocrisy_ Long MS.
_form, all vice; iniquity,_ Jackson conj.

[fca083] _moralize two_] _moralize: two_ Warburton. _moralize,--two_
Capell.

[fca087] _makes_] _made_ Hanmer. ¶ _this_] Q1. _his_ the rest.

[fca088] _now_] _yet_ Capell.

[fca090] _gracious_] _good_ Capell.

[fca091] _An if_] Theobald. _And if_ Qq Ff.

[fca094] [Aside.] Johnson. ¶ _summers...have_] Qq Ff. _summers...has_
Pope (ed. 1). _summer...has_ Pope (ed. 2). _summer...hath_ Capell conj.
¶ _lightly_] _likely_ Q8.

[fca096] _Richard_] Q6 Ff Q7 Q8. _Rich._ the rest. ¶ _loving_] Q1
Q2. _noble_ the rest.

[fca097] _dread_] Q1 Q2. _deare_ or _dear_ the rest.

[fca099] _late_] _soon_ Hanmer. ¶ _that_] _this_ Q7 Q8.

[fca104] _outgrown_] _overgrown_ Q8.

[fca107] _beholding_] _beholden_ Pope.

[fca109] _in me as in_] _o’er me as_ Collier MS.

[fca110] _uncle_] _uncle then,_ Hanmer. _gentle uncle_ Keightley conj.
¶ _this_] _this your_ Warburton.

[fca113] _York. Of..._] York. _Ay, a a beggar, brother, Of..._. Anon.
conj.

[fca114] _And_] om. Mitford conj. ¶ _being_] om. Anon. conj. ¶ _but_]
Qq F1. om. F2 F3 F4. ¶ _which is_] Qq F1. _it is_ F2 F3 F4. om.
Steevens conj. ¶ _grief_] _gift_ Q6 Q7 Q8. ¶ _to give_] _to lack_
Anon conj.

[fca116] _to_] _too_ Q5 Q6 Q7.

[fca118] _then_] _thā_ Q2. _than_ Q3 Q4 Q5. ¶ _you will_] _you’ll_
Pope. ¶ _gifts_] _gift_ Rowe.

[fca120] _heavy_] Q1. _waightie_ Q2. _weightie_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 F1
F2. _weighty_ Q7 Q8 F3 F4. ¶ _your_] _you_ Q6.

[fca121] _I_] _I’d_ Hanmer.

[fca123] _thank_] _thinke_ Q8. ¶ _as_] _as as_ Q3. _as, as,_ F1.
_as--as--_ S. Walker conj.

[fca132] Buck.] Card. or Hast. Anon. conj. ¶ _sharp-provided_]
Theobald. _sharpe provided_ Qq Ff. _sharply pointed_ Collier MS.

[fca133] _gives_] _give_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7.

[fca136] _lord_] _gracious lord_ Hanmer. ¶ _will’t_] Pope. _wilt_ Qq
Ff. ¶ _you_] _your highness_ Capell. _your grace to_ Collier (Collier
MS.).

[fca141] _needs_] Q1. om. the rest. _here_ Hanmer. _e’en_ Collier MS.

[fca143] _Why_] _Why, sir_ Hanmer.

[fca144] _Clarence’_] Pope. _Clarence_ Qq Ff.

[fca145] _grandam_] Ff. _granam_ Qq.

[fca148] _An if_] Theobald. _And if_ Qq Ff.

[fca149] _and with_] Ff. _with_ Qq.

[fca150] A Sennet.] A Senet. F1. om. the rest. ¶ Exeunt...] Exeunt
Prin. Yor. Hast. Dors. manet, Rich. Buck. Qq (Bich. Q5. Bish. Q6
Q7 Q8). Exeunt Prince, Yorke, Hastings, and Dorset. Manet Richard,
Buckingham, and Catesby. Ff (Manent F2). Exeunt Prince, York,
Hastings, and Archbishop. Hanmer.

[fca151] SCENE II. Pope.

[fca154] _parlous_] _perlous_ Q7 Q8. _perilous_ or _perillous_ the
rest.

[fca157] _hither_] om. Pope, ending the line at _sworn_. _hither,
gentle_ Capell, ending the lines _rest...sworn_.

[fca158] _Thou art sworn_] As a separate line Edd. conj.

[fca160] _know’st_] Ff. _knowest_ Qq.

[fca161] _think’st_] Ff. _thinkest_ Qq.

[fca162] _William Lord_] _lord William_ Pope.

[fca167] _what will he?_] Qq. _Will not hee?_ Ff.

[fca169], fca170: _Well...Hastings_] As in Pope. As three lines in Ff,
ending _this:...off,...Hastings._ See note (XI). ¶ fca169: _but_]
_than_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[fca170] _sound thou_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _sound_ the rest.

[fca171] _our_] _your_ Q4.

[fca172], fca173: _And summon...coronation_] Omitted in Qq.

[fca175] _show_] Qq. _tell_ Ff.

[fca176] _leaden_] _laden_ F3 F4. ¶ _icy-cold_] Edd. (Ingleby conj.).
_icie, cold_ Qq Ff.

[fca177] _your_] Qq. _the_ Ff.

[fca180] _shalt_] _shall_ Q8.

[fca184] _friend_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. _friends_ Q6 Q7 Q8. _lord_
Ff.

[fca185] _Mistress_] _gentle Mistresse_ Q3 Q4 Q5. _gentle Mistris_
Q6. _gentile M^{is}_ Q7. _gentle Mis_ Q8. ¶ _one gentle_] _one
gentile_ Qq.

[fca186] _go_] Ff. om. Qq.

[fca187] _with all_] _withall_ Q2. ¶ _may_] Qq. can Ff.

[fca188] _Shall_] _Sall_ Q4.

[fca190] _Crosby Place_] Qq. _Crosby House_ Ff. ¶ _shall you_] _you
shall_ Rowe. ¶ [Exit Catesby.] Ff. om. Q1 Q2. The rest place it after
line 189.

[fca191] _Now...perceive_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff. ¶ _Now_] om. Pope.

[fca192] _Lord_] Ff. _William Lo:_ Qq.

[fca193] _head, man...do_] Qq. _head: Something wee will determine_ Ff.

[fca195] _Hereford_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _Herford_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q7 Q8.
_Hertford_ Q6. ¶ _and the_] Qq. _and all the_ Ff.

[fca196] _stood_] Qq. _was_ Ff.

[fca197] _grace’s_] om. Q7 Q8.] ¶ _hands_] Qq. _hand_ Ff.

[fca198] _all willingness_] Q1. _all kindnesse_ Ff. _willingnesse_ the
rest.

[fca200] _complots_] _complot_ Q4.

[fcb001] SCENE II.] SCENE III. Pope. ¶ Before...house.]
Theobald. ¶ Enter...] Enter a messenger to Lo: Hastings. Qq. Enter a
Messenger to the doore of Hastings. Ff. ¶ fcb001: _What, ho!_] Qq. _My
lord,_ Ff.

[fcb002] [Within] Theobald. ¶ _at the door_] Qq. om. Ff.

[fcb003] _A messenger from the Lord_] Qq. _One from the Lord_ Ff. _One
from Lord_ Pope. ¶ Enter...] Qq. In Ff after line 5.

[fcb004] _What is’t_] Ff. _Whats_ Qq.

[fcb006] _thy master_] Qq. _my Lord Stanley_ Ff. ¶ _these_] Q1 Ff.
_the_ the rest. ¶ _tedious_] _teditous_ Q3 Q4 Q5. ¶ _nights_]
_night_ Q8.

[fcb007] _should seem_] Qq. _appeares_ Ff. ¶ _that_] _what_ Rowe (ed.
2).

[fcb008] _lordship_] Qq. _selfe_ Ff.

[fcb009] _And then?_] _And then._ Qq. _What then?_ Ff.

[fcb010], fcb011: _And...to-night_] Qq. _Then certifies your Lordship,
that this night He dreamt_ Ff. ¶ fcb010: _word_] _word, my lord_ Capell.

[fcb011] _boar_] F4. _boare_ Q6 Q7 Q8. _bore_ F1 F2 F3. _beare_
the rest. ¶ _razed_] _raste_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4. _caste_ Q5. _cast_ Q6
Q7 Q8. _rased off_ F1 F2. _raised off_ F3 F4.

[fcb012] _held_] Qq. _kept_ Ff.

[fcb013] _may be_] _many be_ Q7 Q8.

[fcb016] _presently you will_] Qq. _you will presently_ Ff.

[fcb017] _speed_] _speedy_ Q7. ¶ _with him toward_] Ff. _into_ Qq.
_with him towards_ Rowe (ed. 2). _hence into_ Capell.

[fcb019] _Go, fellow_] _Good fellow_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fcb020] _councils_] _councells_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. _counsels_
Q7 Q8. _councell_ F1 F2. _counsell_ F3. _councill_ F4.

[fcb022] _servant_] Qq. _good friend_ Ff.

[fcb025] _wanting instance_] Q1. _wanting instancie_ Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5
Q6. _wanting instancy_ Q7 Q8. _without instance_ Ff.

[fcb026] _he is so fond_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. _hee’s so
simple_ Ff. _he is fond_ Q4.

[fcb028] _pursues_] Ff. _pursues us_ Q1 Q2. _pursue us_ Q3 Q4 Q5
Q6. _persues us_ Q7 Q8.

[fcb030] _no chase_] _to chase_ Q7 Q8.

[fcb034] _My gracious lord, I’ll_] Qq. _Ile goe, my Lord, and_ Ff. ¶
[Exit.] om. Q1 Q2. ¶ Enter Catesby.] Q1 Q2 Ff. Enter Catesby to L.
Hastings. Qq.

[fcb039] _’twill_] _twill_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. _it will_ Q1 Q2.
_will_ Ff.

[fcb041] _How...crown?_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff. ¶ _How!_] _How?_
Q1 Q2 Q8. _How_ Ff. _Who?_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7.

[fcb044] _Ere I will_] Qq. _Before Ile_ Ff.

[fcb046] _Ay, on my life_] _I, on my life_ Ff. _Upon my life, my L._ Qq
(_Lo:_ Q1 Q2).

[fcb051] _that_] _this_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fcb052] _mine enemies_] Qq. _my adversaries_ Ff.

[fcb058] _who_] Qq. _which_ Ff.

[fcb060]–fcb062: _I tell...my lord?_ Hast. _Ere_] Qq. _Well, Catesby,
ere_ Ff. ¶ fcb060: _thee_] _the_ Q3 Q5 Q6.

[fcb062] _elder_] Qq. _older_ Ff.

[fcb063] _think_] _thinkes_ Q8. ¶ _on it_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6.
_on’t_ Ff. _one it_ Q7 Q8.

[fcb066] _falls it_] _it fals_ Q8.

[fcb068] _who_] Qq. _that_ Ff.

[fcb069] _know’st_] _knowest_ Q1 Q2.

[fcb070] _and to_] Qq F1. _and_ F2 F3 F4.

[fcb072] [Aside] Rowe.

[fcb073] _it_] _i_ Q3 Q5.

[fcb074] _Come on, come on_] Ff. _What my Lo:_ Q1. _What my L:_ the
rest. _What, my good Lord!_ Anon. conj.

[fcb075] _go_] _goe you_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fcb076] _morrow; good_] _morrow, and good_ Pope.

[fcb079], fcb080: _My lord...yours_] As in Johnson. One line in Qq.

[fcb080] _you do_] Qq. om. Ff.

[fcb081] _life_] Qq. _dayes_ Ff.

[fcb082] _more...than ’tis_] Capell. _more...then it is_ Qq. _so...as
tis_ Ff.

[fcb083] _our state_] _the state_ F3 F4.

[fcb085] _at Pomfret_] _of Pomfret_ Q6 Q7.

[fcb086] _state was_] Edd. _states was_ Qq. _states were_ Ff.

[fcb087] _they_] Q1 Q2 Ff. om. Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fcb088] _o’ercast_] _overcast_ Q1 Q2.

[fcb089] _stab_] Ff. _scab_ Qq.

[fcb090] _I say_] om. Q4.

[fcb091]–fcb093: _What......beheaded._] Ff. See note (XII).

[fcb092] _Come......lord?_] One line in Pope. Two in Ff. ¶ _Wot you_]
_Wot ye_ Rowe (ed. 1). _Wot he_ Rowe (ed. 2). _Wot yet_ Warburton.

[fcb093] _talk_] F3 F4. _talkt_ Q1 Q2. _talke_ the rest.

[fcb095] _hats_] Q1 Q6 Ff Q7 Q8. _hat_ the rest.

[fcb096] _But...away_] _But come, my lord, away_ Pope. _Come, let
us away_ Capell. ¶ _let us_] Qq. _let’s_ Ff. ¶ fcb096–fcb098:
_But...sirrah!_] As two lines, ending _before...sirrha?_ in Capell.

[fcb097] Enter a Pursuivant.] Ff. Enter Hastings a Pursivant. Qq
(Hastin. Q1, Hast. Q2). This stage direction follows line 97 in all
Quartos but Q1 and Q2. ¶ fcb097: _Go on...fellow._] Ff. _Go you
before, Ile follow presently._ Qq. ¶ [Exeunt...] Exit L. Standley, and
Cat. Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. om. Q1 Q2. Exit Lord Stanley, and Catesby. Ff.
Exit L. Stanley, and Cat. Q7 Q8.

[fcb098] _How now, sirrah!_] Ff. _Well met_ Hastings, Qq. _Sirrah, how
now?_ Pope.

[fcb099] _that your lordship please_] Ff. _that it please your Lo:_ Q1
Q2. _that it please your good Lordship_ the rest.

[fcb100] _man_] Ff. _fellow_ Qq.

[fcb101] _I met thee_] Qq. _thou met’st me_ Ff.

[fcb106] _e’er_] _ere_ F1 F2 F3. _e’re_ F4. _ever_ Qq.

[fcb108] _fellow_] Ff. _Hastings_ Qq. ¶ _there...me_] Ff. _hold spend
thou that_ Qq. ¶ [Throws...] Ff. He gives... Qq.

[fcb109] _God save your lordship_] Qq. _I thank your honour_ Ff. ¶
[Exit.] Exit Pursuivant. Ff. om. Q1 Q2. Exit. Pur. the rest.

[fcb110], fcb111: Priest. _Well...heart._] Ff. Hast. _What sir Iohn you
are well met._ Qq. ¶ fcb110, fcb112: _I am_] _I’m_ Pope.

[fcb112] _I...exercise_] Ff. _I am beholding to you for your last daies
exercise_ Qq (_execise_ Q3 Q4 Q5).

[fcb113] _Sabbath_] Q8 F3 F4. _Sabaoth_ Q1 Q2. _Sabboth_ Q3 Q4
Q5 Q6 F1 F2 Q7. ¶ [He whispers...] Qq (whis- Q2). Omitted in Ff.
¶ Here follows ‘Priest. _Ile wait upon your Lordship._’ in Ff. Omitted
in Qq.

[fcb114] _What......chamberlain?_] Ff. _How now Lo: Chamberlaine, what
talking with a priest,_ Qq.

[fcb116] _shriving_] _striving_ Q7 Q8.

[fcb118] _Those_] Qq. _The_ Ff.

[fcb119] _toward_] Ff. _to_ Qq. ¶ _Tower?_] Ff. _tower my Lord?_ Qq.

[fcb120] _my lord_] Ff. om. Qq. ¶ _shall not stay_] Qq. _cannot stay
there_ Ff.

[fcb122] _’Tis_] Qq. _Nay_ Ff.

[fcb123] [Aside] Rowe. ¶ _know’st_] _knowest_ Q1 Q2 Q7 Q8. _knowh_
Q6.

[fcb124] _Come..._. Hast. _I’ll...lordship._] Ff. _Come shall we go
along?_ Qq. ¶ [Exeunt.] om. Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fcc001] SCENE III.] SCENE IV. Pope. ¶ Pomfret Castle.]
Theobald. Pomfret. Before the Castle. Capell. ¶ Enter...] Enter Sir
Richard Ratliffe, with the Lo: Rivers, Gray, and Vaughan, prisoners.
Qq. Enter Sir Richard Ratcliffe, with Halberds, carrying the Nobles
to death at Pomfret. Ff. ¶ fcc001: Rat. _Come......prisoners._] Qq.
Omitted in Ff.

[fcc005] _keep_] Qq. _bless_ Ff.

[fcc007], fcc008: Vaugh. _You..._Rat. _Dispatch...out_] Ff. Omitted in
Qq.

[fcc010] _ominous_] _dominious_ Q2 Q3. _ominious_ Q4 Q5.

[fcc013] _seat_] Ff. _soule_ Qq. _soile_ Capell conj.

[fcc014] _give thee up...blood_] Q7 Q8. _give thee up...blouds_ Q1
Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. _give to thee...blood_ Ff.

[fcc015] _Margaret’s...is_] _Margarts...if_ Q6. ¶ Here follows: _When
she exclaim’d on Hastings, you, and I,_ in Ff. Omitted in Qq. _I,_ is
changed to _me,_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[fcc017] _Then......Buckingham,_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff. ¶ fcc017,
fcc018: _Hastings...Richard_] Qq. _Richard...Hastings_ Ff. ¶ fcc017:
_then cursed she Buckingham_] _curs’d she Buckingham_ Pope.

[fcc018] _cursed_] _cus’d_ F2.

[fcc019] _prayers_] Qq. _prayer_ Ff.

[fcc020] _And_] _As_ F4. ¶ _sons_] F3 F4. _sonnes_ F1 F2. _sonne_
Qq.

[fcc021] _blood_] Ff. _blouds_ Qq.

[fcc023] _Make......expiate._] F1. _Come, come, dispatch, the limit
of your lives is out._ Qq (_linea_ Q1. _lines_ Q2). _Make...now
expir’d_ F2 F3 F4. _Make......expirate._ Singer (Steevens
conj.). _Make haste, the hour of death is:--expiate._ Jackson conj.
_Make...expedite._ Collier conj.

[fcc024] _all_] Qq. _here_ Ff.

[fcc025] _And take our leave, until we meet_] Qq (_leaves_ Q6 Q7
Q8). _Farewell, untill we meet againe_ Ff.

[fcd001] SCENE IV.] SCENE V. Pope. ¶ The Tower of London.]
The Tower. Pope. ¶ Enter...others, and take their seats at a table.]
Enter...others, at a Table. Ff. Enter the Lords to Councell. Qq
(counsell Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8). ¶ fcd001: _My lords, at once_] Qq.
_Now Noble Peeres_ F1. _Now Noble Peere_ F2. _Now Noble Peers_ F3
F4.

[fcd003] _speak_] Ff. _say_ Qq. ¶ _the_] Ff. _this_ Qq.

[fcd004] _Are...fitting_] Qq. _Is...ready_ Ff. ¶ _that_] Qq. _the_ Ff.

[fcd005] _It is, and wants but_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _It is, and let but_ Q3
Q5 Q6 Q7. _It is, and lack but_ Q4. _It is, and yet in_ Q8. _They
are, and want but_ Rowe. _They are, and wants but_ Capell. See note
(XIII).

[fcd006] Ely.] Riu. Q1 Q2. Bish. the rest. ¶ _judge...day_] Ff.
_guesse...time_ Qq.

[fcd009] _Your...think_] Ff. _Why you my Lo: me thinkes you_ Qq.

[fcd010] _Who...lord!_] Qq. Omitted in Ff. See note (XIV).

[fcd018] _gracious_] Ff. _graces_ Qq.

[fcd019] _my noble lords_] Singer. _my noble Lo:_ Q1 Q2. _my L._
Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7. _my Lord_ Q8. _my honourable Lords_ F1. _my
honourable Lord_ F2 F3 F4. _my noble Lord_ Pope.

[fcd021] _he’ll...gentle_] Ff. _he will...gentle_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5.
_he will...good_ Q6 Q7 Q8. ¶ Enter G.] Ff. En. Glo. Qq (after line
22).

[fcd022] _Now in good_] Qq. _In happie_ Ff.

[fcd023] _lords_] Ff. _L._ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7. _lord_ Q8.

[fcd024] _a sleeper_] _a sleepe_ Q6 Q7 Q8. ¶ _I hope_] Q1. _I
trust_ Ff. _now I hope_ the rest.

[fcd025] _designs_] Qq. _designe_ Ff.

[fcd027] _not you_] Qq. _you not_ Ff. ¶ _your cue_] _your kew_ Qq.
_your Q._ Ff.

[fcd028] _had_] Ff. _had now_ Qq. ¶ _your_] _you_ Q3. ¶ fcd028,
fcd029: _part,--...voice,--_] Capell. _part:...voice_ Qq.
_part;...voice,_ Ff.

[fcd029] _for_] _from_ Q7 Q8.

[fcd030] _Than_] Q1 F4. _Then_ the rest.

[fcd032], fcd033: Hast. _I..._ Glou. _My..._ Ely. _My lord?_ Glou.
_When_] Qq. _My Lord of Ely, when_ Ff.

[fcd034] _your_] _you_ Q8.

[fcd035] _do_] _now_ Q4.

[fcd036] _Marry...heart._] Ff. _I go my Lord._ Qq. ¶ [Exit.] Exit
Bishop. Ff. om. Qq.

[fcd037] _of_] Ff. om. Qq. ¶ [Drawing him aside.] Capell.

[fcd039] _testy_] _resty_ Q4.

[fcd040] _As_] Qq. _That_ Ff. ¶ _ere_] _eare_ Q1. _are_ Q5.

[fcd041] _son_] Qq. _child_ Ff. ¶ _worshipful_] Qq. _worshipfully_ Ff.

[fcd043] _you...you._] Qq. _your selfe a while, Ile goe with you._ Ff.
¶ [Exit...] Ex. Gl. Qq. Exeunt. Ff.

[fcd045] _mine opinion_] Qq. _my judgement_ Ff. ¶ _sudden_] Ff.
_sodaine_ Q1. _soone_ the rest.

[fcd047] Re-enter...] Enter.... Qq Ff.

[fcd048], fcd049: As prose, Edd. One line in Qq. Two, the first ending
_Gloster?_ in Ff. ¶ fcd048: _protector_] Qq. _the Duke of Gloster_ Ff.
¶ _sent_] _sent straitway_ Hanmer.

[fcd049] _these_] _these same_ Capell, ending line 48 _protector? I
have sent._

[fcd050] _to-day_] _to day_ Qq. _this morning_ Ff.

[fcd052] _he doth bid...such a_] Qq. _that he bids...such_ Ff.

[fcd053] _there’s never_] Ff. _there is never_ Qq. _there’s ne’er_ Pope.

[fcd054] _That can less_] _That can lesse_ Q8. _That can lesser_ Q1
Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7. _Can lesser_ Ff.

[fcd057] _likelihood_] Qq. _livelihood_ Ff.

[fcd058] _he is_] _he’s_ Pope.

[fcd059] _were he, he had_] Ff. _if he were, he would have_ Qq. ¶
_shown_] _shewde_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _looks_] Q1 Ff. _face_ the rest.

[fcd060] Der. _I pray...say._] Dar. _I pray...say._ Qq. Omitted in
Ff. Stan. _Ay, pray...say._ Staunton. ¶ Re-enter Gloucester...] Enter
Glocester (or Glo.) Qq. Enter Richard... Ff.

[fcd061] _tell me what they_] Ff. _what doe they_ Qq.

[fcd066] _noble_] Qq. _princely_ Ff.

[fcd067] _offenders,...be:_] _offenders. Whosoe’er they be,_ Johnson. ¶
_whatsoever_] Qq. _whosoe’re_ Ff.

[fcd069] _this ill_] Qq. _their evill_ Ff.

[fcd070] _See_] Qq. _Looke_ Ff.

[fcd071] _wither’d_] Ff. _withered_ Qq.

[fcd072] _And this is_] Ff. _This is that_ Qq.

[fcd073] _harlot strumpet_] Qq. _harlot, strumpet_ Ff.

[fcd074] _witchcraft_] Q1 Ff Q7 Q8. _witchcrafts_ the rest.

[fcd075] _thing_] Qq. _deed_ Ff. ¶ _gracious_] Qq. _noble_ Ff. ¶
_lord,--_] _lord--_ Rowe. _Lo:_ or _Lord._ Qq. _Lord._ Ff.

[fcd077] _Tellest thou me_] _Telst thou me_ Qq. _Talk’st thou to me_
Ff. ¶ _‘ifs’_] _Ifts_ F2.

[fcd078]–fcd080: See note (XV).

[fcd081] _rise_] Ff. _come_ Qq. ¶ [Exeunt...] Exeunt. Ff (after line
80, F1 F2). Manet Lovell and Ratcliffe, with the Lord Hastings. Ff.
(Manent F2 F4). Exeunt. manet Cat. with Ha. Qq. Exeunt. Manent Lovel
and Catesby, with the lord Hastings. Theobald.

[fcd084] _raze his helm_] _race his helme_ Qq. _rowse our Helmes_ Ff.
_rase our helms_ Rowe.

[fcd085] _But I disdain’d...did scorn_] Qq. _And I did
scorne...disdaine_ Ff.

[fcd087] _startled_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. _started_ Ff Q7 Q8.

[fcd089] _want_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. _need_ Ff. _warrant_ Q7 Q8.

[fcd091] _’twere...at_] Qq. _too...how_ Ff.

[fcd092] _How they_] Qq. _To-day_ Ff.

[fcd095] _lighted_] _lightened_ Q6 Q7. _lightned_ Q8.

[fcd096] Rat.] Ra. Ff. Cat. Qq. ¶ _Dispatch, my lord_] Qq. _Come, come,
dispatch_ Ff.

[fcd098] _grace of mortal_] Ff. _state of worldly_ Qq.

[fcd099] _than the_] _then for the_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. ¶ _God_]
Ff. _heaven_ Qq.

[fcd100] _hopes_] Qq. _hope_ Ff. ¶ _air_] F4. _aire_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q5
Q6 F3. _aier_ Q4. _ayre_ F1 F2. _the aire_ Q7. _the ayre_ Q8. ¶
_fair_] Qq. _good_ Ff. ¶ _looks_] _looke_ Q4.

[fcd104]–fcd107: Lov. _Come......upon._] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fcd109] _that_] Qq. _who_ Ff.

[fce001] SCENE V.] SCENE VI. Pope. ¶ The Tower-walls.]
Theobald. ¶ Enter Gloucester...] Enter Richard... Ff. Enter Duke of
Glocester and Buckingham in armour. Qq. ¶ rotten armour,] rusty armour,
Rowe. ¶ fce001: _Come...colour_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.

[fce002] _Murder_] _Smother_ quoted in Steevens’s reprint.

[fce003] _begin again_] Qq. _againe begin_ Ff.

[fce004] _wert_] Qq. _were_ Ff. ¶ _distraught_] _destraught_ Q6 Q7.
_destract_ Q8.

[fce005] _Tut, I can_] Ff. _Tut feare not me. I can_ Qq. _Tut, fear not
me, my lord of Gloucester, I Can_ Anon. conj.

[fce007] _Tremble...straw_] Ff. Omitted in Qq. Misplaced, Capell conj.

[fce008], fce009: _suspicion: ghastly looks Are_] _suspition, gastly
lookes Are_ Qq F1 F4. _suspition, gastly lookes: Are_ F2 F3.

[fce010]–fce021: _And both...Lovel._] Ff. See note (XVI).

[fce013] Enter the Mayor...] F3 F4. Enter the Maior.... F1. Enter
the Major... F2. Enter Maior. Qq. Enter the Lord Mayor, attended.
Theobald.

[fce014] _mayor_] _Major_ F2.

[fce016] _Hark!_] _Hark, hark!_ Capell.

[fce017] _Catesby_] _Some one_ Hanmer.

[fce018] _Lord mayor...sent--_] Rowe. _Lord maior...sent._ Ff. _The
reason we have sent for you._ Qq. _Lord mayor, the reason...you,--_
Capell.

[fce019] _thee_] Qq F1. _three_ F2. _there_ F3 F4.

[fce020] _innocency_] _innocence_ Q1. ¶ _and guard_] Ff. om. Qq.

[fce021] Enter...] Ff (after line 20). ¶ head.] head on a spear Collier
MS.

[fce022] Lov.] Lovell. Ff. Cat. Qq.

[fce025] _harmless_] _harmless’t_ Steevens. ¶ _creature_] Ff. _man_ Qq.

[fce026] _this_] Qq. _the_ Ff. ¶ _Christian_] Here follows _Looke ye my
Lo: Maior_ as a separate line in Qq.

[fce027] _Made_] _I made_ Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fce032] _lived_] _liv’d_ Ff. _laid_ Qq (_layd_ Q8). ¶ _suspect_] Qq.
_suspects_ Ff.

[fce033], fce034: _traitor That ever lived._] _traitor--_ Pope.
_traitor...liv’d.--Look yon, my lord mayor,_ Capell.

[fce035] _imagine_] Ff. _have imagined_ Qq, reading _That
ever...imagined_ as one line.

[fce036] _Were’t_] _wer’t_ F3 F4. _wert_ the rest. ¶ _that_] Ff. om.
Qq, reading as one line _or...preservation._

[fce037] _it you, the_] _it you? The_ Qq. _it, that the_ Ff.

[fce038] _This day had_] Ff. _Had this day_ Qq.

[fce040] _What, had he so?_] Qq. _Had he done so?_ Ff. _Ay, had he so?_
Capell conj.

[fce041] _you_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _ye_ the rest.

[fce042] _would_] _should_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _form_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _course_ the
rest.

[fce043] _to the_] Qq. _in the_ Ff.

[fce044] _extreme_] _very extreame_ Q4.

[fce046] _this_] _that_ Q4. ¶ _execution?_] _execution._ Q1 Ff.

[fce048] _you, my good lords_] _you my good Lords_ Q1 Q4 Qq. _you my
good Lo:_ Q2. _you my good L._ Q3 Q5 Q6 Q7. _your good Graces_ Ff.

[fce050], fce051: _I never...Shore_] As in Qq. Given to ‘Buck.’ in Ff.

[fce052] Glou.] Glo. Q6 Q7 Q8. Dut. Q1 Q2. Clo. Q3 Q4 Q5.
Continued to ‘Buck.’ in Ff. ¶ _not we_] Qq. _we not_ Ff.

[fce053] _death_] Qq. _end_ Ff.

[fce054] _loving_] Ff. _longing_ Qq.

[fce055] _Somewhat......meaning_] Qq. _Something...meanings_ Ff.
_Something...meaning_ Pope. ¶ _have_] _hath_ Pope.

[fce056] _we_] Qq. _I_ Ff. ¶ _heard_] _hear_ Keightley conj.

[fce058] _treason_] Qq. _treasons_ Ff.

[fce060] _haply_] Ff. _happily_ Qq.

[fce061] _Misconstrue_] Q6 F4. _Misconster_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 F1
F2 F3. _Misconsture_ Q7 Q8.

[fce062] _But_] Q1 Q2 Ff. The rest omit. _Tut_ Hanmer. ¶ _grace’s_]
_gracious_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _word_] Qq. _words_ Ff.

[fce063] _as I_] _as if I_ Q8. ¶ _and heard_] Ff. _or heard_ Qq.

[fce064] _doubt you not_] Qq. _doe not doubt_ Ff.

[fce065] _our_] Ff. _your_ Qq.

[fce066] _cause_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. _ease_ Q6. _case_ Ff Q7 Q8.

[fce067] _wish’d_] _wish_ Q6 Q7.

[fce068] _carping censures of the_] Qq. _censures of the carping_ Ff. ¶
_world_] _word_ Q3.

[fce069] _But_] Qq. _Which_ Ff. ¶ _come_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _came_ the rest.
¶ _too late of_] _too late for_ Capell. ¶ _intents_] Qq. _intent_ Ff.

[fce070], fce071: _Yet...farewell_] Ff. _Yet witnesse what we did
intend, and so my Lord adue_ Qq.

[fce072] _Go_] om. Qq.

[fce074] _meet’st advantage_] _meetst advantage_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4
Q5. _meetest advantage_ Q6 Q7 Q8. _meetest vantage_ Ff. _meerest
vantage_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[fce081] _bestial_] _beastly_ Q8.

[fce082] _stretched to_] Qq. _stretchtvnto_ Ff. ¶ _daughters_]
_daughter_ F2.

[fce083] _lustful_] Qq. _raging_ Ff. _ranging_ Pope.

[fce084] _listed_] Qq. _lusted_ Ff. ¶ _his prey_] Qq. _a prey_ Ff.

[fce087] _unsatiate_] Qq. _insatiate_ Ff.

[fce088] _wars_] _wares_ Q6.

[fce089] _just_] Qq. _true_ Ff.

[fce093] _But_] Qq. _Yet_ Ff. ¶ _’twere_] Ff. _it were_ Qq. ¶ _far_] _a
farre_ Q4.

[fce094] _you know, my lord_] Qq. _my lord, you know_ Ff. ¶ _my
mother_] _my brother_ Q5 Q7 Q8. _me brother_ Q6.

[fce095] _Fear_] Qq. _Doubt_ Ff.

[fce097] _and...adieu_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fce101], fce102: _I go...affords_] Ff. _About three or foure a clocke
looke to heare What news Guildhall affordeth, and so my Lord farewell._
Qq.

[fce102] [Exit] Exit (or Ex.) Buc. Qq. Exit Buckingham. Ff. Exe. Buck.
and Catesby severally. Pope.

[fce103]–fce105: _Go...Castle_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fce104] [To Cate.] Capell. ¶ _Penker_] Capell. _Peuker_ F1. _Reuker_
F2. _Beuker_ F3 F4.

[fce105] [Exeunt...] Exit. Ff. Exeunt Lov. and Cates. severally.
Theobald.

[fce106] _in_] Qq. _goe_ Ff.

[fce108] _notice_] Qq. _order_ Ff. ¶ _manner of person_] _manner
person_ Q3 Q4 Ff. _sort of person_ Pope. _man or person_ Steevens
conj.

[fce109] _At any time have_] Qq. _Have any time_ Ff. ¶ [Exit.] Qq F3
F4. Exeunt. F1 F2.

[fcf001] SCENE VI.] Capell. The Folios. Pope &c. continue the
scene. ¶ The same. A street.] Capell. ¶ _with...hand._] Qq. om. Ff. ¶
fcf001: _This_] Qq. _Here_ Ff.

[fcf003] _this day_] Qq. _to day_ Ff. ¶ _o’er_] _over_ Qq.

[fcf005] _I spent_] Qq. _I have spent_ Ff. _I’ve spent_ Pope.

[fcf006] _brought_] Qq. _sent_ Ff.

[fcf007] _precedent_] Ff. _president_ Qq.

[fcf008] _lived Lord Hastings_] Qq. _Hastings liv’d_ Ff.

[fcf010] _Why who’s_] Qq (_whoes_ Q1). _who is_ Ff, ending lines 10,
11 at _while...device?_

[fcf011] _seeth not_] Edd. _sees not_ Qq. _cannot see_ Ff. ¶
_palpable_] _palpaple_ Q3. _palpapale_ Q4.

[fcf012] _who’s_] Q8. _whoes_ Q1. _whose_ Q2. _who_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6
Ff Q7. ¶ _blind_] Qq. _bold_ Ff. ¶ _but_] _that_ Q8.

[fcf013] _nought_] _naught_ Q1 Q2.

[fcf014] _bad_] Qq. _ill_ Ff. ¶ _dealing_] _dealings_ Q4. ¶ _in_] _or_
Collier MS.

[fcg001] SCENE VII.] Pope. The Folios continue the scene. ¶
Baynard’s Castle.] Theobald. Enter...] Ff. Enter Gloster at one dore,
Buckingham at another. Qq. ¶ fcg001: _my lord_] Qq. _how now_ Ff. ¶
_say_] _sayes_ Q7 Q8.

[fcg003] _and speak_] Qq. _say_ Ff.

[fcg005], fcg006: _his...France_] Ff. Omitted in Qq, reading as one
line _I did...desires._

[fcg007] _The_] _Th’_ Ff. _with the_ Qq. ¶ _insatiate_] Qq. _unsatiate_
Ff. ¶ _desires_] Qq. _desire_ Ff.

[fcg008] _And...wives_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fcg011] _And...duke_] Ff. Omitted in Qq. ¶ _his resemblance_]
_disresemblance_ Collier MS.

[fcg014] _your_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _one_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. om. Q7 Q8.

[fcg015] _open_] _upon_ Q6 Q7 Q8. ¶ _victories_] _victorie_ Q4.

[fcg018] _the purpose_] Qq. _your purpose_ Ff.

[fcg020] _mine_] Q1 Q2. _my_ the rest. ¶ _grew_] Qq. _drew_ Ff. ¶ _to
an end_] Q1 Q2. _to end_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. _toward end_ Ff.

[fcg021] _bid_] _bad_ Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. ¶ _did love_] Q1 Q2 Ff.
_loves_ the rest.

[fcg023] _Ah! and_] _A, and_ Qq (_A and_ Q1). _And_ Ff.

[fcg024] _they...word_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fcg025] _statuas_] Steevens (Reed). _statues_ Qq Ff. ¶ _breathing_]
Q1 Q2 Ff. _breathlesse_ the rest. _unbreathing_ Rowe.

[fcg026] _Gazed_] _Gazde_ Qq. _Star’d_ Ff.

[fcg028] _meant_] _meanes_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fcg029] _wont_] Qq. _used_ Ff.

[fcg030] _spoke to_] _spoken unto_ Keightley conj. ¶ _but_] _except_
Pope. ¶ _the_] _their own_ Capell.

[fcg033] _spake_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q7 Q8. _speake_ Q6. _spoke_ Ff.

[fcg035] _the lower end of the_] Qq. _lower end of the_ Ff. _lower end
o’ th’_ Pope. _lower end the_ Capell.

[fcg037] _And...few_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fcg038] _gentle_] Ff. _loving_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. _noble_ Q7
Q8.

[fcg039] _loving_] Qq. _chearefull_ Ff.

[fcg040] _wisdoms_] _wisedomes_ Q1 Q2. _wisedome_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6
Q7. _wisdome_ F1 F2 Q8 F3. _wisdom_ F4. ¶ _love_] _loves_ Q3 Q4
Q5 Q6.

[fcg041] _even here_] Ff. _so_ Qq.

[fcg042] _What...speak!_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff. ¶ _they! would
they_] _they, they would_ Hanmer.

[fcg043] Buck. _No...lord_] Qq. Omitted in Ff.

[fcg045] _at hand_] om. Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. ¶ _intend_] Ff. _and
intend_ Qq. _pretend_ Pope. ¶ _some_] _somes_ Q6.

[fcg046] _Be...suit_] Ff. _Be not spoken withall, but with mighty sute_
Qq.

[fcg048] _betwixt_] Qq. _betweene_ Ff.

[fcg049] _build_] Qq. _make_ Ff.

[fcg050] _And be not easily_] Ff. _Be not easily_ Q1. _Be not easie_
the rest. ¶ _request_] Qq. _requests_ Ff.

[fcg051] _still...take it_] Ff. _say no, but take it_ Qq. _say no, and
no, but take it_ Anon. conj.

[fcg052] _I go; and if you plead_] Ff. _Feare not me, if than canst
pleade_ Qq.

[fcg053] _can...thee_] _must say nay to them_ Johnson conj. ¶
_myself,_] _my selfe?_ Q1.

[fcg054] _we’ll_] _weele_ Qq. _we_ Ff.

[fcg055] _Go, go...knocks_] Ff. _You shal see what I can do, get you up
to the leads._ Qq (_get up_ Q8). ¶ [Exit Gloucester.] Exit. or Ex. Qq.
om. Ff. ¶ Enter...] Ff. om. Qq.

[fcg056] _Welcome, my lord_] Ff. _Now my Lord Maior_ Qq (L. Q1). ¶ _I
dance_] _you dance_ Q7 Q8.

[fcg057] _spoke_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _spoken_ the rest.

[fcg058], fcg059: _Here...says he?_] Qq (in one line). _Now Catesby,
what sayes your Lord to my request?_ Ff. _Catesby, what...request?_
Pope.

[fcg059] _My Lord, he...grace_] Qq. _He doth intreat your grace, my
noble lord_ Ff.

[fcg061] _with two right_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _with two_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. _and
two_ Q7 Q8 _and two right_ quoted in Steevens’s reprint. _but with
two_ Hanmer.

[fcg063] _suite_] _sute_ Qq. _suites_ Ff.

[fcg065] _thy lord again_] Qq. _the gracious duke_ Ff.

[fcg066] _citizens_] Qq. _aldermen_ Ff.

[fcg067] _designs and matters_] Qq. _designes, in matter_ Ff.

[fcg068] _than_] _them then_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fcg070] _I’ll...lord_] Qq. _He signifie so much unto him straight_ Ff.
¶ _tell_] om. Q6.

[fcg072] _lolling_] Pope. _lulling_ Qq Ff. ¶ _day-bed_] _love-bed_ Ff.

[fcg078] _gracious_] Qq. _vertuous_ Ff.

[fcg079] _himself_] Qq. _his grace_ Ff. ¶ _thereof_] Ff. _thereon_ Qq.

[fcg080] _sure_] _sore_ Singer (Collier MS.). ¶ _ne’er_] Capell.
_never_ Qq. _not_ Ff.

[fcg081] _forbid_] Qq. _defend_ Ff. _shield_ Pope.

[fcg082] _I fear he will_] Qq. _I feare he will: here Catesby comes
againe_ Ff.¶ Re-enter...] Enter... Qq Ff.

[fcg083] _How now...your lord?_] Qq. _Now Catesby, what sayes his
grace?_ Ff. _Catesby, what...grace?_ Pope. ¶ _My lord_] Qq. om. Ff.

[fcg085] _speak with_] Qq. _come to_ Ff. ¶ fcg085, fcg086:
_him,...before:_] Ff. _him,...before,_ Qq. _him:...before,_ Collier.

[fcg087] _My lord, he fears_] Qq. _He feares, my lord_ Ff.

[fcg090] _I come...to him_] Qq. _we come to him in perfit love_ Ff
(_perfect_ F3 F4). ¶ _perfect_] _perfest_ Q5.

[fcg091] [Exit Catesby.] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. Exit. Ff. om. Q7 Q8.

[fcg093] _their_] _there_ Q4. ¶ _hard_] Qq. _much_ Ff. ¶ _thence_]
_hence_ Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fcg094] Enter Gloucester...Bishops.] Enter Richard...Bishops. Ff.
Enter Rich. with two Bishops aloft. Qq (a loste. Q1. and two... Q3
Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8). ¶ Catesby returns] Theobald. om. Qq Ff. Catesby
again, below. Capell.

[fcg095] SCENE VIII. Pope. ¶ _he stands between_] Qq. _his grace
stands, tweene_ Ff.

[fcg098], fcg099: _And see...man_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fcg099] _ornaments_] Ff. _ornament_ Dyce.

[fcg101] _ears_] _eares_ Qq. _eare_ F1 F2. _ear_ F3 F4. ¶ _our_]
Q1 Ff. _my_ the rest. ¶ _request_] Qq. _requests_ Ff.

[fcg105] _I......pardon_] Qq. _I doe beseech your grace to pardon_ Ff.

[fcg106] _my God_] Qq F1. _God_ F2. _th’ high God_ F3 F4.

[fcg107] _Neglect_] Qq. _Deferr’d_ Ff.

[fcg112] _seems_] _seeme_ Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. ¶ _eyes_] Qq. _eye_ Ff.

[fcg114] _You...grace_] One line in Qq; two in Ff. ¶ _might_] Ff. om.
Qq.

[fcg115] _At_] Qq. _On_ Ff. ¶ _that_] Qq. _your_ Ff.

[fcg117] _Then know_] Qq. _Know then_ Ff.

[fcg119] _scepter’d_] _scepter_ Q7 Q8.

[fcg120] _Your...birth_] Ff. Omitted in Qq. ¶ _due_] F3 F4. _deaw_
F1 F2.

[fcg123] _Whilst_] Qq. _Whiles_ Ff. _While_ Pope. ¶ _your_] _you_ Q2.

[fcg124] _our_] _your_ Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fcg125] _This_] Qq. _The_ Ff. ¶ _her_] Q1 Q2. _his_ the rest.

[fcg126] _Her_] Qq. _His_ Ff. ¶ _scars_] Q1 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. _stars_
Q2 Q3 Q4. _skarres_ F1 F2. _skarrs_ F3. _skars_ F4.

[fcg127] _Her royal...plants_] Pope. _His royal...plants_ Ff. Omitted
in Qq.

[fcg128] _shoulder’d_] _shouldred_ Qq Ff. _smoulder’d_ Johnson conj.
_smother’d_ Mason conj. _shoaled_ Becket conj. _founder’d_ Anon. conj.
¶ _in the_] _into th’_ Hanmer. ¶ _the_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _this_ Q3 Q4 Q5
Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fcg129] _blind......dark_] Qq. _darke...deepe_ Ff.

[fcg130] _recure_] _recover_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fcg131] _you_] _yon_ Q2. ¶ fcg131, fcg132: _the charge......land_]
Ff. _the soveraingtie thereof_ Qq, reading _Your...thereof_ as one line.

[fcg134] _Or_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _Nor_ the rest.

[fcg138] _very worshipful and loving_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _worshipfull and
very loving_ the rest.

[fcg140] _suit_] _sute_ Qq. _cause_ Ff.

[fcg141] _know not whether_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4. _know not whither_ Q5
Q6 Q7 Q8. _cannot tell, if_ Ff.

[fcg143] _fitteth_] _fittest_ Q7. _fits_ Q8.

[fcg144]–153: _If not...answer you._] Ff. Omitted in Qq. ¶ fcg144: _If,
not_] _If not_ F1. _For not_ F2 F3 F4.

[fcg152] _not to_] Ff. _not_ Pope.

[fcg155] _shuns_] _shames_ S. Walker conj.

[fcg158] _my ripe_] Q1. _the ripe_ Ff. _my right_ the rest. ¶ _by
birth_] Qq. _of birth_ Ff.

[fcg161] _As I had_] Qq. _That I would_ Ff.

[fcg165] _thanked, there’s_] Qq. _thank’d, there is_ Ff. ¶ _of me_] Q1
Q2 Ff. _for me_ the rest.

[fcg166] _if need were_] Qq. _were there need_ Ff.

[fcg170] _no doubt, us_] Qq F1. _us_ (_no doubt_) F2 F3 F4. _us
doubtless_ Pope.

[fcg171] _what_] Qq. _that_ Ff. ¶ _would lay_] _would_ Q7 Q8.

[fcg179] _he was_] Qq. _was he_ Ff. ¶ _contract_] _contracted_ Q6 Q7
Q8.

[fcg180] _that_] Qq. _his_ Ff.

[fcg181] _afterward_] _afterwards_ Q6 Q7 Q8. ¶ _betroth’d_] Ff.
_betrothed_ Qq.

[fcg183] _put by_] Qq. _put off_ Ff.

[fcg184] _of...children_] Q1. _of many children_ Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6
Q7 Q8. _to a many sonnes_ Ff.

[fcg187] _prize_] Q4 Ff. _price_ Q7 Q8. _prise_ the rest. ¶
_lustful_] Qq. _wanton_ Ff.

[fcg188] _Seduced_] _Seduce_ Q6 Q7 Q8 _all his thoughts_] Qq. _his
degree_ Ff.

[fcg189] _and loath’d_] _and loathed_ Q6. _loathed_ Q7 Q8.

[fcg190] _his_] _this_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fcg191] _term_] Qq. _call_ Ff.

[fcg192] _I_] om. Q6 Q7.

[fcg193] _to some_] _of some_ F3 F4.

[fcg195] _your_] _you_ F3.

[fcg196] _proffer’d_] Ff. _proffered_ Qq.

[fcg198] _forth......ancestry_] Ff. _out your royall stocke_ Qq.

[fcg199] _abusing times_] Ff. _abusing time_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. _a
busing time_ Q6. _a busie time_ Q7. _a busy time_ Q8.

[fcg200] _true-derived_] Theobald. _true derived_ Qq Ff. _true,
derived_ Pope.

[fcg202] Buck. _Refuse......love_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fcg204] _would_] _should_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _these cares_] Q1. _those cares_
Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. _this care_ Ff.

[fcg205] _majesty_] Ff. _dignitie_ Qq.

[fcg212] _kin_] Qq. _kindred_ Ff.

[fcg213] _egally_] Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 F1. _egallie_ Q1. _equally_
Q7 F2 Q8 F3 F4.

[fcg214] _whether_] Qq. _know, where_ Ff. _know, whe’r_ Theobald. ¶
_accept_] _except_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fcg217] _downfall_] _downfull_ Q2.

[fcg218] _we_] _I_ Q7 Q8.

[fcg219] _Come...I’ll_] Qq. _Come, citizens, we will_ Ff. _’Zounds,
citizens, we will_ Collier MS.

[fcg220] _O,...Buckingham._] Qq. Omitted in Ff. ¶ [Exit...Citizens.]
Capell. Exeunt. Ff. om. Qq.

[fcg221] _Call...accept_] Qq. _Call him againe, sweet Prince, accept_
Ff. _Call them again, sweet Prince, accept_ Pope.

[fcg222] Another] Ano. Qq. Continued to Catesby in Ff. ¶ _Do...it_] Qq.
_If you deny them, all the land will rue it._ Ff. ¶ _rue it_] _rue’t_
S. Walker conj.

[fcg223] _Would...care?_] Qq. _Will...cares?_ Ff.

[fcg224] _Well_] Qq. om. Ff. ¶ _them_] _him_ Collier (Collier MS.). ¶
[Exit Catesby. Theobald. ¶ _stone_] Pope. _stones_ Qq Ff.

[fcg225] _entreat_] _intreates_ Q1 Q2. _intreats_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6
Q7. _entreaties_ Ff. _intents_ Q8.

[fcg226] Re-enter...] Enter... Ff. om. Qq.

[fcg227] _you_] Qq. om. Ff.

[fcg228] _you_] _your_ Q3.

[fcg229] _her_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _the_ the rest. ¶ _whether_] _where_ F1.
_whe’r_ Steevens.

[fcg231] _foul-faced_] _foule-fac’t_ Q1. _soule-fac’t_ Q2. _so foule
fac’t_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. _foule-fac’d_ F1 F2. _four-fac’d_
F3. _foul-fac’d_ F4.

[fcg234] _blots_] _plots_ Q8.

[fcg235] _he knows_] Qq. _doth know_ Ff.

[fcg236] _thereof_] Qq. _of this_ Ff.

[fcg239] _this_] _the_ Q4. ¶ _kingly_] Qq. _royall_ Ff.

[fcg240] _Richard_] Qq. _King Richard_ Ff. _great Richard_ Anon. conj.
¶ _royal_] _worthie_ Ff.

[fcg241] May. and Cit.] Mai. Qq. All. Ff.

[fcg242] _will_] Qq. _may_ Ff.

[fcg243] _since_] Qq. _for_ Ff.

[fcg245] _And so...leave_] Omitted in Qq.

[fcg246] _task_] Qq. _worke_ Ff. ¶ [To the Clergymen. Johnson.

[fcg247] _good cousin_] Qq. _my cousins_ Ff. _my cousin_ Pope. ¶
[Exeunt.] om. Q2.

[fda001] ACT IV. SCENE I.] ACT. III. SCENE VIII. Rann
(Johnson conj.). ¶ Before the Tower.] Theobald. The Tower. Pope. ¶
Enter...] Malone (after Theobald). Enter Quee. mother, Duchesse of
Yorke, Marques Dorset, at one doore, Duchesse of Glocest. at another
doore. Qq. Enter the Queene, Anne Duchesse of Gloucester, the Duchesse
of Yorke, and Marquesse Dorset. Ff. ¶ fda001: _Who......Plantagenet._]
One line in Qq. Two in Ff.

[fda002]–fda006: _Led...day!_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fda004] _princes_] Theobald. _prince_ Qq Ff.

[fda005], fda006: As in Pope. Line 5 ends at _happie_ in Ff.

[fda007] _As...away?_] Ff. _Sister well met, whether awaie so fast?_ Qq
(_whither_ Q5 Q6 Q7).

[fda008] Anne.] Ff. Duch. Q1. Du. Q2. Dut. Glo. the rest.

[fda010] _gentle_] Ff. _tender_ Qq.

[fda012] Enter Brakenbury] Capell. Enter Lieutenant. Q1 Q2. Enter the
Lieutenant of the Tower. Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. Enter the Lieutenant.
Ff.

[fda014] _How...York?_] Ff. _How fares the Prince?_ Qq.

[fda015] _Right......patience_] Ff. _Well madam, and in health, but by
your leave_ Qq.

[fda016] _them_] Ff. _him_ Qq.

[fda017] _straitly_] Qq. _strictly_ Ff. ¶ _the_] _to the_ Q7 Q8.

[fda018] _why, who’s that?_] Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7. _whie, whose that?_
Q1 Q2. _why who is that?_ Q8. _who’s that?_ Ff.

[fda019] _I...mercy:_] Qq. Omitted in Ff.

[fda021] _he_] _be_ F2. ¶ _bounds_] _bonds_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _betwixt_] Qq.
_betweene_ Ff. ¶ _their_] _there_ Q7 Q8.

[fda022] _should keep_] Qq. _shall barre_ Ff.

[fda023] Duch. _I am..._] Du. yor. _I am..._ Q1. Duch Yorke. _I am..._
Ff. Continued to the Queen in the rest. ¶ _their father’s mother; I_]
Ff. _their fathers, mother, I_ Q1. _their father, mother, and_ Q2 Q3
Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. _theirs father mother and_ Q4.

[fda025] _Then bring...sights_] Ff. _Then feare not thou_ Qq.

[fda027], fda028: _No,...me_] Ff. _I doe beseech your graces all to
pardon me: I am bound by oath, I may not doe it._ Qq.

[fda028] _I am_] _I’m_ Pope. ¶ [Exit.] Exit Lieutenant. Ff. om. Qq. ¶
Enter Lord Stanley.] Qq. Enter Stanley. Ff.

[fda029] _you, ladies_] _your ladies_ Q6 Q7. ¶ _one_] Ff. _an_ Q1
Q2 Q3 Q4. _at an_ Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fda030] _mother,_] Ff. _mother:_ Qq.

[fda031] _reverend_] Ff Q8. _reverente_ Q1. _reverent_ the rest. ¶
_on_] _one_ Q7 Q8.

[fda032] [To Anne] Capell. ¶ _straight_] Ff. _go with me_ Qq.

[fda034] _O_] Qq. _Ah_ Ff. ¶ _in sunder_] Qq. _asunder_
Ff. ¶ fda034–fda036: Arranged as in Qq. The lines end
_asunder...beat...newes,_ in Ff.

[fda035] _I swoon_] Ff. _sound_ Q2 Q4. _I sound_ the rest.

[fda036] _dead-killing_] Ff. _dead killing_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4. _dead
liking_ Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. _dead-striking_ Capell conj.

[fda037] Anne. _Despiteful...news!_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fda038] _Be of good cheer: mother,_] Ff. _Madam, have comfort,_ Qq.

[fda039] _hence_] Qq. _gone_ Ff.

[fda040] _dog_] _dogge_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7. _dogges_ F1 F2.
_dogs_ Q8 F3 F4. ¶ _the heels_] Qq. _thy heeles_ Ff.

[fda041] _ominous_] _ominious_ Q5. ¶ _children_] _her children_
Collier MS.

[fda042] _outstrip_] _overstrip_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fda043] _reach_] _race_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fda047] _Nor_] _Not_ Q8.

[fda049] _of the hours_] Ff. _of the time_ Qq (_af_ Q7).

[fda050] _my_] _me_ Q6.

[fda051] _To meet...you_] Qq. _In your behalfe, to meet you on the
way:_ Ff.

[fda052] _ta’en_] _tane_ Q1. _ta’ne_ Ff. _taken_ the rest. ¶ _delay_]
_delays_ Capell conj.

[fda053] _ill-dispersing_] Theobald. _ill dispersing_ Qq Ff.

[fda055] _hast_] _hath_ Q7. ¶ _hatch’d_] _hatch_ Q1.

[fda057] _Come, madam, come_] Ff. _Come madam_ Qq. ¶ _Come...sent_]
_Come, madam; I...sent for you._ Capell conj. ¶ _sent_] Q1 Q2 Ff.
_sent for_ the rest.

[fda058] Anne.] Ff. Duch. Qq. ¶ _in_] Qq. _with_ Ff.

[fda059] _I would_] Qq. _O would_ Ff. ¶ _inclusive_] _idclusive_ Q5.

[fda061] _brain_] Qq. _braines_ Ff.

[fda062] _venom_] Ff. _poison_ Qq.

[fda064] _Go, go_] Ff. _Alas_ Qq. ¶ _thy_] _the_ Q2.

[fda066] _why?_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fda067] _as_] om. Q6 Q7 Q8. ¶ fda067, fda070: _follow’d_] Ff.
_followed_ Qq. ¶ fda067: _corse_] Ff. _course_ Qq.

[fda068] _scarce......well_] _the blood was scarse_ Q7 Q8.

[fda070] _dead_] Qq. _deare_ Ff. ¶ _which_] _whom_ Capell conj.

[fda075] _so mad--_] _so--made_ Ferrers conj. ¶ _mad_] Ff. _madde_ Q1
Q2. _badde_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7. _bad_ Q8.

[fda076], fda077: _As...life...As_] _More...life...Than_ Ff.
_As...death...As_ Qq.

[fda078] _ere_] Ff. _eare_ Q1. _even_ the rest.

[fda079] _Even...space_] Qq. _Within so small a time_ Ff.

[fda080] _Grossly_] Ff. _Grosselie_ Q1. _Crosselie_ Q2. _Crosly_ the
rest.

[fda081] _subject_] Ff Q8. _subiecte_ Q1. _subiectes_ Q2. _subsects_
Q3. _subiects_ Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7. ¶ _my_] _mine_ Ff Q7 Q8.

[fda082] _ever since_] Qq. _hitherto_ Ff. ¶ _kept_] Qq. _held_ Ff. ¶
_my_] _mine_ Ff Q6 Q7 Q8. ¶ _rest_] Ff. _sleepe_ Qq (_steepe_ Q5).

[fda084] _Have I enjoy’d_] Qq. _Did I enjoy_ Ff. ¶ _dew_] Q1 Q2 Q6
Q7 Q8 F3 F4. _deaw_ Q3 Q4 Q5 F1 F2.

[fda085] _But...dreams_] Qq. _But with his timorous dreams was still
awak’d_ Ff.

[fda087] _no doubt_] Q1 Ff. Omitted by the rest.

[fda088] _Poor heart,...complaining._] Ff. _Alas poore soule, I pitie
thy complaints._ Qq.

[fda089] _from_] Qq. _with_ Ff.

[fda090] Q. Eliz.] Qu. Qq. Dors. Ff.

[fda091] _that_] Ff. _thou_ Qq.

[fda092]–fda094: _Go thou_] _Go_ F2 F3. See note (XVII).

[fda093] _guard_] Qq. _tend_ Ff.

[fda094] _and_] Ff. om. Qq.

[fda096] _odd_] _olde_ Q5. _old_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fda097] _wreck’d_] _wrackt_ Qq F1 F2 F3. _wrack’d_ F4. _wreak’d_
or _rack’d_ Anon. conj. ¶ _teen_] _anguish_ Pope.

[fda098]–fda104: Q. Eliz. _Stay...farewell._] Ff. Omitted in Qq. ¶
fda098: _Stay, yet_] Ff. _Stay yet;_ Capell.

[fda102], fda103: [To the Lieutenant. Johnson conj.

[fda104] _sorrow bids_] Rowe. _sorrowes bids_ F1 F2. _sorrows bids_
F3. _sorrows bid_ F4.

[fdb001] London. The palace.] The Court. Pope. The same. A Room of
State in the Palace. Capell. ¶ Sennet.] Sound a Sennet. F1. Sound a
Sonnet. F2 F3 F4. The Trumpets sound. Qq. ¶ Enter R....crowned,]
Enter R. crownd, Qq. Enter R. in pompe, Ff. Richard upon his Throne,
Capell. ¶ a Page, and others.] Capell. with other Nobles. Qq.
Ratcliffe, Lovel. Ff.

[fdb002] Buck. _My gracious sovereign?_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fdb003] [Here...throne.] Qq. Sound. Ff. om. Rowe. ¶ fdb003,
fdb004: _Give...seated._] As in Qq. As three lines ending
_hand...assistance,...seated:_ in Ff.

[fdb005] _honours_] Qq. _glories_ Ff.

[fdb007] _for_] _for for_ Q2. ¶ _may they_] Qq. _let them_ Ff.

[fdb008] _O_] Qq. _Ah_ Ff. ¶ _play_] _ply_ Warburton. _apply_ Heath
conj. ¶ _do I_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _I do_ the rest.

[fdb010] _say_] Qq. _speake_ Ff.

[fdb011] _loving lord_] Ff. _gracious soueraigne_ Qq.

[fdb013] _renowned_] _renowmed_ Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. ¶ _liege_] Qq. _lord_
Ff.

[fdb014] _king_] _a King_ Pope.

[fdb016] _live! ‘True..._] _live--true..._ Theobald. _live true..._ Qq
Ff. _live, True_ Rowe (ed. 1).

[fdb017] _wert_] Qq. _wast_ Ff.

[fdb020] _sayest thou?_] _saist thou?_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. _saiest
thou?_ Q6 Q7 Q8. _say’st thou now?_ Ff.

[fdb022] _freezeth_] Qq. _freezes_ Ff.

[fdb024] _some...lord_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. _some litle breath,
some pawse, deare Lord_ Ff. _some breath, my lord._ Q7 Q8. _some
breath, some little pause, dear lord_ Pope.

[fdb025] _herein_] Qq. _in this_ Ff.

[fdb026] _your grace immediately_] Qq. _you herein presently_ Ff. ¶
[Exit.] Q1. Exit Buck. Ff. The rest omit.

[fdb027] [Aside to a stander by.] Capell. Aside. Hanmer. ¶ _bites the_]
_gnawes his_ Ff. _bites his_ Q7 Q8.

[fdb028] [Descends from his throne. Malone. ¶ _iron-witted_] _iron
wittie_ Q7. _iron witty_ Q8.

[fdb031], fdb032: _High-reaching...Boy_] Ff. _Boy, high reaching..._
Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7. Boy. _High reaching..._ Q8.

[fdb033] Page.] Ff. Boy. Qq. ¶ _My lord_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _Lord_ the rest.

[fdb035] _Would_] Qq. _Will_ Ff.

[fdb036] _My lord,_] Qq. om. Ff.

[fdb037] _mind_] Qq. _spirit_ Ff.

[fdb040] _Tyrrel_] Capell. _Tirrell_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Ff. _Terrill_
Q6 Q7. _Terrel_ Q8.

[fdb041] _I partly...hither._ [Exit Page.] _I partly...hither._ Exit
Boy. Pope. _I partly...hither, Boy._ Exit. Ff. _Go call him hither
presentlie._ Qq.

[fdb042] _deep-revolving_] Pope. _deepe resolving_ Q7 Q8. _deepe
revolving_ the rest.

[fdb043] _counsel_] _counsell_ Qq. _counsailes_ Ff.

[fdb045] _breath?_] Qq. _breath? Well, be it so._ Ff. ¶ Enter Stanley.]
Ff. Enter Darby. Qq.

[fdb046] _How...with you?_] Qq. _How now, Lord Stanley, what’s the
newes?_ Ff.

[fdb047]–fdb052: _My lord,...abroad_] See note (XVIII).

[fdb049] [Stands apart.] Edd.

[fdb052] _it_] _is_ Q7. _this_ Q8.

[fdb055] _mean-born_] _meane borne_ Qq. _meane poore_ Ff.

[fdb056] _Clarence’_] Pope. _Clarence_ Qq Ff.

[fdb058] _dream’st_] _dreamest_ Q8.

[fdb059] _wife_] Qq. _Queene_ Ff.

[fdb061] [Exit Catesby.] Capell. om. Qq Ff.

[fdb062] _brother’s_] _brother_ Q7 Q8.

[fdb064] _brothers_] _brother_ Q7 Q8.

[fdb066] _will pluck_] Q1 Ff. _plucke_ Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. _plucks_ Q6
Q7 Q8.

[fdb067] _Tear-falling_] Ff. _Teares falling_ Q6 Q7 Q8. _Teare
falling_ the rest. ¶ Re-enter......] Capell. Enter Tyrrel. Ff.

[fdb070] [He takes him aside. Pope. ¶ _sovereign_] Qq. _lord_ Ff.

[fdb072], fdb073: _Ay,...had_] _I my Lord, but I had_ Qq, reading 72,
73 as one line. _Please you: But I had_ Ff. _Please you, I’d_ Pope,
reading as one line.

[fdb073] _two enemies_] Q1 Ff. _two deepe enemies_ the rest.

[fdb074] _there_] Qq. _then_ Ff. ¶ _two_] _to_ Q8.

[fdb075] _and_] _that_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _sleep’s_] _sleepe_ Q8. ¶
_disturbers_] Ff. _disturbs_ Qq.

[fdb078] _open_] om. Q7 Q8.

[fdb080] _Thou......Tyrrel_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff. ¶ _music. Hark,
come_] _musique: Hearke, come_ Ff. _musicke. Come_ Qq. _music to me.
Come_ Anon. conj.

[fdb081] _this_] Ff. _that_ Qq. ¶ [Whispers.] Ff. He whispers in his
eare. Qq (wispers Q1).

[fdb082] _There is_] Ff. _Tis_ Qq. ¶ _it is_] Q3 Q4 Q5 Ff. _is it_
Q1 Q2 Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fdb083] _too_] Qq. _for it_ Ff.

[fdb084] _’Tis done......lord_] _I will dispatch it straight_ Ff. ¶
_gracious_] _good_ Q7 Q8.

[fdb085], fdb086: K. Rich. _Shall...my lord._] Qq. Omitted in Ff.

[fdb086] _Ye shall, my lord_] _Yea my good lord_ Q6 Q7 Q8. ¶ [Exit.]
Ff. om. Qq. ¶ Re-enter......] Enter... Ff Q7 Q8. In Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4
Q5 Q6 it is put after line 85.

[fdb087] _consider’d_] Ff. _considered_ Qq.

[fdb088] _demand_] Qq. _request_ Ff.

[fdb089] _pass_] Qq. _rest_ Ff.

[fdb090] _that_] Qq. _the_ Ff.

[fdb091] _son_] _sonnes_ Q1 Q2 Q3. ¶ _to it_] Qq. _unto it_ Ff.

[fdb092] _your_] Qq. _the_ Ff.

[fdb094] _Hereford_] _Herford_ Qq. (_Herfort_ Q4). _Hertford_ F1.

[fdb095] _The which...should_] Qq (_your_ Q2). _Which you have
promised I shall_ Ff.

[fdb096] _she_] _they_ Q7 Q8.

[fdb098] _demand_] Qq. _request_ Ff.

[fdb099] _As I remember_] Qq. _I doe remember me_ Ff.

[fdb102] _A king, perhaps, perhaps,--_] _A king perhaps, perhaps._ Q1
Q2 Q3 Q5 Q6 Q8. _A king perhaps,_ Q4. _A King perhaps._ Ff. _A
king perhaps, perhaps,_ Q7.

[fdb103]–fdb120: Buck. _My lord!...to-day._] Qq. Omitted in Ff.

[fdb108] _show’d_] _showd_ Q1. _shewed_ the rest.

[fdb109] _Rougemont_] _Ruge-mount_ Qq.

[fdb110] _bard_] _lord_ Q8.

[fdb115] _Well,_] om. Pope.

[fdb121] _Why, then...or no._] Qq. _May it please you to resolve me in
my suit._ Ff. ¶ _whether_] _if_ Pope. ¶ _no._] Pope. _no?_ Qq.

[fdb122], fdb123: _Tut...vein_] One line in Qq. ¶ fdb122: _Tut, tut_]
Qq. om. Ff.

[fdb123] [Exeunt......] Exit. Qq Ff. Exeunt Richard and Train. Capell.

[fdb124] _Is it even so?_] Qq. _And is it thus?_ Ff. ¶ _rewards_]
_rewardst_ Q1. _repayes_ Ff. ¶ _true_] Qq. _deepe_ Ff.

[fdb125] _deep_] Qq. om. Ff.

[fdc001] SCENE III.] Pope. om. Qq Ff. ¶ The same.] Capell. ¶ Enter
Tyrrel] Ff. Enter Sir Francis Tirrel. Qq. ¶ fdc001: _deed_] Qq. _act_
Ff.

[fdc002] _arch act_] Q8. _arch-act_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6.
_arch-acts_ Q7. _arch deed_ Ff.

[fdc004] _whom_] _who_ F1.

[fdc005] _this ruthless...butchery_] Q1 Q2. _thir
ruthfull...butchery_ Q3. _this ruthfull butchery_ Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.
_this peece of ruthfull butchery_ Ff. _this piece of ruthless butchery_
Pope.

[fdc006] _Although_] Qq. _Albeit_ Ff. ¶ _bloody_] _blooded_ Collier
(Collier MS.).

[fdc007] _Melting_] Qq. _Melted_ Ff. ¶ _kind_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. om.
Q6 Q7 Q8. _milde_ Ff.

[fdc008] _two_] Qq. _to_ Ff. ¶ _deaths’_] Theobald. _deaths_ Qq Ff.
_death’s_ Collier. ¶ _stories_] Qq. _story_ Ff.

[fdc009] _Lo, thus_] Qq. _O thus_ Ff. ¶ _those tender_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4
Q5. _these tender_ Q6 Q7 Q8. _the gentle_ Ff.

[fdc010] _girdling_] _girding_ Q8. ¶ _one_] _on_ Q1 Q2.

[fdc011] _innocent alabaster_] Q8. _innocent alablaster_ Q1 Q2
Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7. _alablaster innocent_ F1 F2 F3. _alabaster
innocent_ F4.

[fdc012] _were_] Q1 Ff. om. Q2. _like_ the rest.

[fdc013] _Which in_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. _When in_ Q6 Q7 Q8. _And
in_ F1 F2. _And_ F3 F4. ¶ _their_] _there_ Q7 Q8.

[fdc014] _prayers_] _prayer_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _on_] _one_ Q7.

[fdc015] _once_] Qq. _one_ Ff.

[fdc016] _devil’--there_] Rowe. _diuell their_ Q1. _diuel: their_ Q2.
_diuel: there_ Q3 Q4. _divel! there_ Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. _Diuell, there_
Ff.

[fdc017] _Whilst_] Qq. _When_ Ff. ¶ _told on: ‘We_] _told on, we_ Ff.
_told on we_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. _told, on we_ Q7. _told, one we_
Q8.

[fdc019] _e’er she_] _ere she_ Ff. _ever he_ Qq.

[fdc020] _Thus...remorse_] Q1 Q2. Omitted in Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.
_Hence...remorse_ Ff. ¶ _gone with_] Qq Ff. _gone; with_ Hanmer.

[fdc022] _bring_] Qq. _beare_ Ff. ¶ _this_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 F1.
_these_ Q6 Q7 F2 Q8 F3 F4.

[fdc023] _comes_] _come_ Q6. ¶ Enter King Richard.] Qq. Enter Richard.
Ff. ¶ _hail_] Qq. _health_ Ff. ¶ _liege_] Qq. _lord_ Ff.

[fdc024] _am_] _and_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fdc025] _gave_] _give_ Q1 Q2.

[fdc027] _my lord_] Qq. om. Ff.

[fdc030] _how or in what place_] Qq. _where (to say the truth)_ Ff.

[fdc031] _soon at after_] _soone, and after_ Ff. _soone after_ Q7 Q8.
_soon, soon after_ Rowe.

[fdc032] _And thou shalt_] Qq. _When thou shalt_ F1. _When thou there
shalt_ F2 F3 F4.

[fdc033] _Meantime, but_] _Mean time--but_ Rowe.

[fdc035], fdc036: _soon. The son_] Qq. _then._ Tir. _I humbly take my
leave._ Rich. _The Sonne_ Ff (_take leave_ F2 F3 F4). ¶ fdc035:
[Exit Tyrrel.] Exit Tirrel. Qq (after line 34). om. Ff.

[fdc036] _pent_] _pend_ Q7 Q8.

[fdc039] _the world_] Qq. _this world_ Ff.

[fdc040] _Breton_] Capell. _Brittaine_ Qq. _Britaine_ F1 F2.
_Brittain_ F3. _Britain_ F4. _Briton_ Rowe.

[fdc042] _o’er_] _ore_ Qq. _on_ Ff.

[fdc043] _I go_] Qq. _go I_ Ff. ¶ Enter Catesby.] Qq. Enter Ratcliffe.
Ff.

[fdc044], fdc046: Cate.] Rat. Ff.

[fdc045] _news or bad_] Qq. _or bad newes_ Ff. ¶ _in_] om. Q7 Q8.

[fdc046] _Ely_] Qq. _Mourton_ Ff.

[fdc049] _near_] om. Q8.

[fdc050] _rash-levied_] Pope. _rash levied_ Qq Ff (_leveld_ Q7 Q8). ¶
_army_] Qq. _strength_ Ff. _arms_ Anon. conj.

[fdc051] _heard_] Qq. _learn’d_ Ff.

[fdc053] _leads_] _leds_ F1.

[fdc054] _wing_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _wings_ the rest.

[fdc055] _Jove’s_] _Ioues_ Q1 Q2 F1. _Ioue_, Q3 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.
_Loue_, Q4. _Ioves_ F2. _Joves_ F3 F4. ¶ _Jove’s Mercury, and_]
_Jove’s Mercury’s an_ Theobald conj. and Long MS.

[fdc056] _Come_] Qq. _Go_ Ff.

[fdd001] SCENE IV.] Pope. Scena Tertia. Ff. ¶ Before the palace.]
Capell. ¶ Enter...] Enter Queene Margaret sola. Qq. Enter old Queene
Margaret. Ff.

[fdd003] _slily_] _sllie_ Q7.

[fdd004] _adversaries_] Qq. _enemies_ Ff.

[fdd007] _bitter, black_] _bitter-black_ S. Walker conj.

[fdd008] Enter...] Enter the Qu. and the Dutchesse of Yorke. Qq. Enter
Dutchesse and Queene. Ff.

[fdd009] _young_] Qq. _poore_ Ff. ¶ _princes_] _princess_ F4.

[fdd010] _unblown_] _unblowed_ F1. ¶ _flowers_] _flower_ Q6 Q7 Q8.
¶ _new-appearing_] Pope. _new appearing_ Qq Ff. ¶ _sweets_] _sweet_ Q8.

[fdd013] _about_] _above_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fdd015] _right for right_] _wrong for wrong_ Warburton.

[fdd017]–fdd019: Duch. _So......dead?_] Arranged as in Ff. In Qq these
lines are placed after line 34. ¶ fdd017: _have_] _hath_ Q8.

[fdd018] _mute and dumb_] Qq. _still and mute_ Ff.

[fdd020], fdd021: Q. Mar. _Plantagenet...debt_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fdd024] _When_] Qq F1. _Why_ F2 F3 F4.

[fdd025] _Harry_] Q1 Q2 F1. _Mary_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. _Henry_
F2 F3 F4. ¶ _sweet_] _swee_ F2.

[fdd026] _Blind...life_] Qq. _Dead life, blind sight_ Ff. ¶
fdd026–fdd030: _Blind...blood._] Put in the margin by Pope.

[fdd028] _Brief...days_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fdd029] _thy_] _they_ Q5. _their_ Q6 Q7 Q8. ¶ [Sitting down.]
Sitting down on it. Capell. throws herself upon the ground. Long MS.
om. Qq Ff.

[fdd030] _Unlawfully_] _Unlawfull_ Q6 Q7. ¶ _innocents’_] _innocents_
Qq. _innocent_ Ff.

[fdd031] _O_] Qq. _Ah_ Ff. ¶ _as well_] Qq. _assoone_ Ff.

[fdd034] _O...I?_] Qq. _Ah...wee?_ Ff. ¶ [Sitting...] Throwing herself
down upon the earth. Hanmer (at line 31). om. Qq Ff.

[fdd035] _ancient_] _any ancient_ Pope. ¶ _reverend_] _reverent_ Qq Ff.

[fdd036] _seniory_] _signorie_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. _signiorie_
Q6 Q7. _signeurie_ F1. _signiory_ Q8. _signeury_ F2 F3 F4.
_seigneurie_ Rowe (ed. 1). _seniority_ Pope.

[fdd037] _woes_] Qq. _greefes_ Ff. ¶ fdd037, fdd038: _hand.
If...society,_] Warburton. _hand, If...societie,_ Qq. _hand
If...society._ Ff.

[fdd038] [Sitting...] joining, and taking Seat between them. Capell.

[fdd039] _Tell...mine_] Qq. Omitted in Ff. ¶ _o’er_] Warburton. _over_
Qq.

[fdd041] _Harry_] Edd. _Henry_ Rann (Capell conj.). _Richard_ Qq.
_husband_ Ff.

[fdd045] _thou holp’st_] F2 F3 F4. _thou hopst_ Q1 Q2. _thou
hop’st_ F1. _and thou holp’st_ the rest.

[fdd046] _Thou...him_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff. ¶ _and Richard_] Q1
Ff. _till Richard_ the rest.

[fdd050] _blood_] Ff Q8. _bloods_ the rest.

[fdd052], fdd053: _That...earth, That...souls_] Capell. _That...soules:
That...earth_ Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fdd054] _chase_] _chafe_ Q8.

[fdd056] _that this_] _for this_ Q7 Q8.

[fdd058] _And......moan!_] Omitted by Pope. ¶ _makes_] _make_ Q7 Q8.
¶ _pew-fellow_] _pue-fellow_ Q8. _puefellow_ Q1 Q2. _pue-fellow_ the
rest.

[fdd059] _wife_] _wifes_ Q1.

[fdd060] _thine_] Q1 Ff. _thee_ the rest.

[fdd063] _stabb’d_] Qq. _kill’d_ Ff.

[fdd064] _Thy other_] Qq. _The other_ Ff. ¶ _quit_] _quite_ Q6.

[fdd066] _Match_] Qq. _Matcht_ F1 F2. _Match’d_ F2 F4.

[fdd067] _kill’d_] Qq. _stab’d_ Ff.

[fdd068] _tragic play_] Qq. _franticke play_ Ff. _tragick scene_ Capell
conj.

[fdd069] _adulterate_] _adulterer_ Warburton. ¶ _Vaughan_] _Vaugham_
Q5.

[fdd070] _dusky_] _dusty_ Anon. conj.

[fdd071] _intelligencer_] _intelligence_ S. Walker conj.

[fdd072] _their_] _the_ Hanmer.

[fdd073] _them_] _then_ F2. ¶ _at hand, at hand,_] _at hand at
handes,_ Q1. _at hand,_ Q7 Q8.

[fdd075], fdd076: Seymour proposes to invert these lines. ¶ fdd075:
_Earth gapes_] _Earth gapes, heaven lowers_ Seymour conj. ¶ _hell
burns_] _hell burns, heaven weeps_ S. Walker conj. ¶ _hell_] _hels_
Q6. ¶ _roar_] _roar for him_ Capell. ¶ _pray,_] _pray for vengeance._
Pope.

[fdd076] _To have...away_] Omitted by Pope. ¶ _away_] Qq. _from hence_
Ff.

[fdd077] _bond_] _bonds_ Q7 Q8.

[fdd078] _to say_] Qq. _and say_ Ff.

[fdd079] _didst_] _dids_ Q4.

[fdd081] _bottled spider_] _bloated spider_ Grey conj. _bottle-spider_
Collier MS. ¶ _bunch-back’d_] Q1 Ff. _hunch-backt_ the rest.

[fdd082], fdd083: _call’d_] _call_ Q7.

[fdd085] _pageant_] _page_ Warburton.

[fdd086] _a-high_] _a high_ Qq Ff. _on high_ Pope.

[fdd087] _only mock’d_] _onely mockt_ Ff Q8. _onelie, mockt_ the rest.
¶ _sweet_] Qq. _faire_ Ff.

[fdd088] _what thou wert,_] _which thou wert,_ Q1 Q2. _which thou
wert,_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. _what thou wast,_ Ff. ¶ fdd088–fdd090:
_a breath...shot_] Qq. _a garish flagge To be...shot; A signe of
dignity, a breath, a bubble:_ Ff.

[fdd093] _are thy children_] Q1 Q2. _be thy children_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6
Q7 Q8. _be thy two sonnes_ Ff.

[fdd094] _to thee and cries_] Qq (_me_ Q7). _and kneeles, and sayes,_
Ff.

[fdd095] _flatter’d_] Pope. _flattered_ Qq Ff.

[fdd096] _follow’d_] Pope. _followed_ Qq Ff.

[fdd100], fdd101: _For queen...sues_] As in Qq. In Ff these two lines
are transposed.

[fdd101] _humbly_] _humble_ Q7.

[fdd102]–fdd104: _For...none_] Arranged as in Ff. In Qq line 103 is
omitted, and lines 102, 104 are transposed. ¶ fdd102, fdd104: _one_]
Qq. _she_ Ff.

[fdd103] _For one_] Pope. _For she_ Ff.

[fdd105] _wheel’d_] Qq. _whirl’d_ Ff.

[fdd106] _thee_] _me_ Q7 Q8.

[fdd107] _wert_] Q1 Q2. _wast_ Ff. _art_ the rest.

[fdd111] _burthen’d_] Ff. _burdened_ Q8. _burthened_ the rest.

[fdd112] _weary neck_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. _wearied necke_ Q6 Q7
Q8. _wearied head_ Ff.

[fdd115] _woes_] _wars_ Q4. ¶ _will_] Qq. _shall_ Ff.

[fdd118] _nights...days_] Q1 Q2. _night...day_ the rest.

[fdd119] _dead_] _deaths_ Q7 Q8.

[fdd120] _thy_] om. Q4. ¶ _fairer_] Qq. _sweeter_ Ff.

[fdd122] _Bettering......worse_] _Bettering thy loss, make the bad
causer worse_ or (_Bettering thy loss makes...worse_) Mason conj. ¶
_makes_] _make_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _bad causer worse_] _bad causes worse_ Q4.
_bad cause worser_ Q8. _bad-causer worse_ Steevens.

[fdd124] _words_] _word_ F2.

[fdd125] _Thy...mine_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff. ¶ [Exit] Exit
Margaret Ff. Exit Mar. Qq, after line 126.

[fdd127] _their client_] Hanmer. _your client_ Qq. _their clients_ F1
F3 F4. _their cliens_ F2. _your client’s_ Pope.

[fdd128] _intestate_] Qq. _intestine_ Ff.

[fdd130] _do_] Qq. _will_ Ff.

[fdd131] _not at all_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. _nothing els_ Ff. _not
all_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _do they_] _not doe they_ Q7. _they do_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[fdd132] _If so, then_] _If so then,_ F1 F2 F3. _If so then_ Q8.

[fdd134] _which_] Qq. _that_ Ff. ¶ _sweet_] om. Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fdd135] _I...drum_] Qq. _The Trumpet sounds_ Ff. ¶
marching......trumpets] Qq. and his Trane. Ff.

[fdd136] SCENE V. Pope. ¶ _my_] Qq. _me in my_ Ff.

[fdd137] _O, she_] _O she,_ Ff. _A she,_ Qq.

[fdd140] _Hidest_] _Had’st_ Q7. _Hast_ Q8.

[fdd141] _Where...right,_] Qq. (_Where would......_ Q4). _Where
’t should be branded...right?_ Ff. _Where...branded...right,_ Rowe
(ed. 2). ¶ fdd141, fdd142: _Where...The slaughter_] _Where’t...For
slaughter_ Collier MS.

[fdd143] _two_] Qq. _poore_ Ff.

[fdd145] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.

[fdd146] _Plantagenet_] _Plantaget_ Q3 Q4 Q5.

[fdd147] _Where is kind Hastings,...Grey?_] Qq. _Where is the gentle
Rivers, Vaughan, Gray?_ Dut. _Where is kinde Hastings?_ Ff.

[fdd150] _on_] _one_ Q7. ¶ Flourish. Alarums.] Ff. The trumpets Q1.
The trumpets sound. Q2 Q8. The trumpets sounds. the rest.

[fdd152] _report_] _reports_ Q7 Q8.

[fdd153] _drown_] _drownd_ Q8.

[fdd155] _Ay, I_] Rowe. _I, I_ Qq Ff.

[fdd156] _hear_] F3 F4. _here_ Q1. _heare_ the rest. _bear_ Collier
MS.

[fdd158] _Which_] Qq. _That_ Ff.

[fdd159] Duch. _O, let..._K. Rich. _Do,...hear._] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fdd160] _speech_] Qq. _words_ Ff.

[fdd162] _have stay’d_] _once stay’d_ Collier MS.

[fdd163] _anguish, pain and agony_] Qq. _torment and in agony_ Ff.

[fdd170] _Thy prime...venturous,_] Q1 Q2 Ff. Omitted in the rest.

[fdd171] _bloody, treacherous_] Qq. _slye, and bloody_ Ff.

[fdd172] _More mild......hatred:_] Ff. Omitted in Qq. ¶ _harmful,
kind_] _harmfull; Kinde_ Ff. _harmful-kind_ S. Walker conj.

[fdd174] _in_] Qq. _with_ Ff.

[fdd175] _Faith...grace_] One line in Qq. Two, the first ending
_Hower,_ in Ff. ¶ _Humphrey_] _Humphreys_ Q8. ¶ fdd175, fdd176:
_Faith...company._] Put in the margin by Pope.

[fdd176] _my_] om. Q4.

[fdd177] _I_] Q1 Ff. _it_ the rest. ¶ _disgracious_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _so
gratious_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7. _so grieious_ Q8. ¶ _sight_] Qq. _eye_
Ff.

[fdd178] _your grace_] Qq. _you Madam_ Ff.

[fdd179] _Strike up the drum_] Ff. Omitted in Qq. ¶ fdd179–fdd182:
Duch. _I prithee......_K. Rich. _So._] Ff. Du. _O heare me speake for I
shal never see thee more._ King. _Come, come, you are too bitter._ Qq
(_the more_ Q2 Q3 Q4. _you art_ Q1). Pope reads with the Quartos,
omitting _more._

[fdd183] _thou wilt_] _thou’lt_ Pope.

[fdd184] _Ere_] _Eeare_ Q1. ¶ _this_] _his_ Q7.

[fdd185] _and_] _or_ Johnson (1771).

[fdd186] _look upon_] Qq. _more behold_ Ff.

[fdd187] _heavy_] Qq. _greevous_ Ff.

[fdd191] _Edward’s_] _Edward_ Q2.

[fdd192] _spirits_] _spirit_ Q4.

[fdd193] _and victory_] _in victory_ Q7 Q8.

[fdd194] _art,_] _art, and_ Q6 Q7 Q8. _be_] _by_ Q5.

[fdd197] _all_] Qq. _her_ Ff. ¶ [going. Theobald.

[fdd198] _speak_] Qq. _talke_ Ff.

[fdd199] _moe_] Q1. _more_ the rest.

[fdd200] _murder: for_] _murther for_ Q1. _murther, for_ the other
Quartos. _slaughter. For_ Ff.

[fdd208] _veil_] _vale_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5.

[fdd209] _unscarr’d of_] Ff. _unskard from_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4. _vn scard
from_ Q5. _vnscarde from_ Q6 Q7. _vnscard from_ Q8.

[fdd211] _of royal blood_] Qq. _a Royall Princesse_ Ff.

[fdd213] _only safest_] Qq. _safest onely_ Ff.

[fdd215] _Lo,_] _No,_ Pope. ¶ _births_] Qq. _birth_ Ff. ¶ _were_] _are_
Q7 Q8.

[fdd216] _bad_] Qq. _ill_ Ff.

[fdd221]–fdd234: K. Rich. _You...bosom._] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fdd222], fdd223: _Cousins,...life._] Omitted by Pope.

[fdd224] _lanced_] Rowe (ed. 2). _lanch’d_ Ff.

[fdd235], fdd236: _enterprise And...wars_] Ff. _dangerous attempt of
hostile armes_ Qq.

[fdd237] _I intend_] _I Intend_ Q6. _intend_ Q7.

[fdd238] _or yours_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. _and yours_ Q6 Ff Q7 Q8. ¶
_were by me wrong’d_] Qq. _by me were harm’d_ Ff.

[fdd240] _good?_] Q3 Q4 F2 F3 F4. _good,_ Q1. _good._ the rest.

[fdd241] _gentle_] Ff. _mightie_ Qq.

[fdd243] _No, to_] Qq. _Unto_ Ff. ¶ _honour_] Qq. _fortune_ Ff.

[fdd244] _high_] Q1 Ff. _height_ Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q8. _hight_ Q7.

[fdd245] _sorrows_] Qq. _sorrow_ Ff.

[fdd247] _demise_] Qq F1. _devise_ F2 F3 F4.

[fdd248] _yea, and_] Qq. _I, and_ Ff.

[fdd249] _withal_] om. Q7 Q8.

[fdd251] _drown_] _drownd_ Q8.

[fdd254] _kindness’ date_] Capell. _kindnesse date_ Ff. _kindnes doe_
Q1. _kindnesse doo_ the rest. _kindness doth_ Heath conj.

[fdd255] _Then...daughter_] One line in Qq. Two, the first ending
_know,_ in Ff. ¶ _thy_] _my_ Q8.

[fdd259] _soul’s love, didst thou love her_] Q1 Ff. _soules love didst
thou her_ Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. _soule didst thou love her_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fdd260] _do_] om. Q7 Q8.

[fdd263] _mean_] Qq. _do intend_ Ff.

[fdd264] _Say then_] Qq. _Well then_ Ff.

[fdd265] _Even...else?_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff. ¶ _who should be
else?_] Q1. _who should else?_ Q2 Q3 Q4 Q6 Q7 Q8. _how should
else?_ Q5. _Who else should bee?_ Ff.

[fdd267] _I, even I......madam?_] Qq. _Even so: How thinke you of it?_
Ff. ¶ _I, even I_] _Even I_ Capell. _Ay, even I_ Malone conj.

[fdd268] _That_] om. Pope. ¶ _would I_] Q1 Q2. _I would_ the rest.

[fdd269] _that are_] Q1 Q2. _that were_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.
_being_ Ff.

[fdd270] _Madam,_] om. Pope.

[fdd272] _engrave_] _engraven_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[fdd273] _haply_] Ff. _happelie_ Q1 Q2. _happily_ the rest. ¶ _she
will_] Qq. _will she_ Ff.

[fdd274] _sometime_] _sometimes_ Q1 Q2 Q7 Q8.

[fdd275] _thy_] _my_ Q8. ¶ fdd275, fdd276: _steep’d...A handkerchief_]
Ff. _a handkercher steept in Rutlands bloud,_ Qq (_handkercheffe_ Q2
Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8).

[fdd276], fdd277: _which...body,_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fdd277] _sap_] _tide_ Pope. ¶ _brother’s body_] _brothers body_ Ff.
_brothers bodies_ Rowe. _brothers’ bodies_ Warburton.

[fdd278] _dry_] Qq. _wipe_ Ff. ¶ _therewith_] Qq. _withall_ Ff.

[fdd279] _force_] Qq. _move_ Ff.

[fdd280] _story...acts_] Qq. _letter...deeds_ Ff.

[fdd282] _yea, and_] Qq. _I (and_ Ff. _ay, and_ Rowe.

[fdd284] _Come, come, you mock me;_] Qq (_ye_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8).
_You mocke me Madam,_ Ff. ¶ _is_] om. F1.

[fdd285] _There is_] _There’s_ Pope.

[fdd288]–fdd342: K. Rich. _Say...years?_] Ff. Omitted in Qq. ¶ fdd288:
_her._] _her?_ Capell.

[fdd289] _hate_] _have_ Steevens (Mason conj.). _love_ Grant White
(Tyrwhitt conj.). _take_ Jervis conj.

[fdd290] _bought_] _brought_ Pope.

[fdd293] _give_] Rowe. _gives_ Ff. ¶ _repent_] _repent of_ Rowe.

[fdd302] _mettle_] F3. _mettall_ F1 F2. _metal_ F4.

[fdd304] _bid_] _’bid_ Capell (Heath conj.). _had_ Long MS.

[fdd312] _Leads_] _Treads_ Collier, ed. 2 (Capell conj.).

[fdd323] _loan_] Theobald. _Loue,_ F1. _Love,_ F2 F3. _love_ F4.

[fdd324] _Of ten times_] Theobald. _Often-times_ Ff.

[fdd333] _garlands_] _laurels_ Capell.

[fdd336] _victress_] F4. _victoresse_ F1 F2 F3.

[fdd343] _this_] _his_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fdd345] _Say that...which_] Qq. _Tell her...that_ Ff.

[fdd346] _forbids_] Q1 Ff. _forbid_ the rest.

[fdd348] _wail_] Qq. _vaile_ F1 F2 F3. _vail_ F4.

[fdd350] _title_] _little_ Roderick conj. ¶ _ever_] om. Q5.

[fdd351] _in force_] Ff. _inforce_ Qq.

[fdd352] _her sweet life_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _that title_ the rest.

[fdd353], fdd354: _So long...So long_] Qq. _As long...As long_ Ff. ¶
fdd353: _lengthens_] _lengthen_ Pope.

[fdd354] _likes_] _like_ Pope.

[fdd355] _love_] Qq. _low_ Ff. _now_ Pope.

[fdd359] _in plain terms tell her_] Qq. _plainly to her, tell_ Ff.

[fdd361] _Your_] Ff. _Madame your_ Qq.

[fdd362]–fdd365: Q. Eliz. _O no,...break._] Put in the margin by Pope.
¶ fdd362: _my_] _your_ Rann.

[fdd363] _Too deep_] _To deep_ Rowe (ed. 2). _Two deep_ Pope. ¶ _their
grave_] Qq. _their graves_ Ff. _your graves_ Capell.

[fdd364], fdd365: K. Rich. _Harp...past._ Q. Eliz. _Harp......break._]
As in Q1. See note (XIX).

[fdd368] _I swear--_] _I sweare._ Ff. _I sweare by nothing._ Qq.

[fdd369], fdd370, fdd371: _The...The...The_] Qq. _Thy...Thy...Thy_ Ff.
¶ fdd369: _holy_] Qq. _Lordly_ Ff.

[fdd370] _knightly_] Qq F1. _Kingly_ F2 F3 F4.

[fdd371] _glory_] Ff. _dignitie_ Qq.

[fdd372] _something thou wilt_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. _something
thou wouldst_ Ff. _nothing thou wilt_ Q7 Q8.

[fdd375] _life_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _selfe_ the rest. ¶ _that_] Qq. _it_ Ff.

[fdd376] K. Rich. _Then...misusest._] Qq. This line is placed after
374, _not wrong’d,_ in Ff. ¶ _Thyself thyself misusest_] Q1 Q2 Q3
Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7. _Thy Selfe is selfe-misus’d_ Ff. _Thy selfe, thy selfe
misused_ Q8.

[fdd377] _God--...God’s_] Qq. _Heaven...Heavens_ Ff. _Heaven--...God’s_
Malone.

[fdd378] _hadst fear’d_] Qq. _didd’st feare_ Ff. ¶ _by Him_] _by him_
Qq. _with him_ Ff. _with heav’n_ Pope.

[fdd379] _thy brother_] Q7 Q8. _my brother_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6.
_my husband_ Ff.

[fdd380] _Had not been_] Qq. _Thou had’st not_ Ff. ¶ _brother slain_]
Qq. _brothers died_ Ff.

[fdd381] _by Him_] _by him_ Qq Ff. _with heav’n_ Pope.

[fdd382] _thy brow_] _thy head_ Ff. _my brow_ Q8.

[fdd383] _graced_] _grac’d_ Ff. _grast_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. _grac’t_
Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fdd385] _playfellows_] Qq. _bed fellowes_ Ff. ¶ _two...for_] _are
tender bedfellowes in_ Long MS. _too tender bedfellows for_ Capell
(Roderick conj.).

[fdd386] _hath_] _had_ Q8. ¶ _a prey for_] Qq. _the prey for_ Ff. _a
prey to_ Pope. ¶ _worms_] _worme_ Q6.

[fdd387] _What...now?_] Ff. Omitted in Qq and Pope. ¶ _The time_] Ff.
_By the time_ Qq. _By time_ Pope.

[fdd388] _wronged in the time_] Ff. _wrongd in time_ Qq.

[fdd390] _past wrong’d by thee_] Ff. _by the past wrongd_ Qq (_thee_
Q5 Q6).

[fdd391] _parents_] Qq. _fathers_ Ff. _slaughter’d_] _slaughtered_ Q6
Q7 Q8.

[fdd392] _in their_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4. _with their_ Q5 Ff. _with her_
Q6 Q7 Q8. _in her_ quoted in Steevens’s reprint.

[fdd393] _butcher’d_] _butchered_ Q7 Q8.

[fdd394] _wither’d_] _withered_ Qq. _barren_ Ff. ¶ _with_] _in_ Pope.

[fdd395], fdd396: _Swear...o’erpast_] Put in the margin by Pope.

[fdd396] _ere_] _eare_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q5. _nere_ Q4. ¶ _time misused
o’erpast_] Qq. _times ill-us’d repast_ Ff.

[fdd398] _attempt_] Qq. _affaires_ Ff.

[fdd400] _Heaven...hours_] Ff. Omitted in Qq. ¶ _Heaven_] _So heaven_
Keightley conj.

[fdd403] _proceedings_] Qq. _proceeding_ Ff. ¶ _pure_] Qq. _deere_ Ff.

[fdd404] _Immaculate_] Q1 Ff. _Immaculatd_ Q2. _Immaculated_ the rest.

[fdd405] _tender_] Q1 Q2 Ff Q8. _render_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7.

[fdd407], fdd408: _this land...herself_] Qq. _my selfe, and thee; Her
selfe, the land_ Ff.

[fdd409] _Death, desolation_] Ff. _Sad desolation_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5
Q6. _Sad desolate_ Q7 Q8.

[fdd411] _but by this_] _but this_ Q1.

[fdd412] _good_] Qq. _deare_ Ff.

[fdd415] _my_] Ff. _by_ Qq. ¶ _deserts_] _desires_ F4.

[fdd416] _and state of_] _of state and_ Collier MS.

[fdd417] _peevish-fond_] Staunton (Malone conj.). _pieuish, fond_ Q1.
_peeuish, fond_ Q2. _peeuish fond_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. _peeuish
found_ Ff.

[fdd419], fdd421: _Ay_] Rowe. _I_ Qq Ff. ¶ fdd419: _thee_] Qq. _you_ Ff.

[fdd421] _yourself_] _your selves_ Q8.

[fdd422] _But_] Qq. _Yet_ Ff. ¶ _my children_] _my harmless children_
S. Walker conj.

[fdd423] _I bury_] _I burie_ Q3 Q4 Ff. _I buried_ Q1 Q2. _Ile
burie_ Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fdd424] _Where in_] _Wherein_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _they shall_] Q1 Q2. _there
shall_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. _they will_ Ff.

[fdd425] _recomforture_] Ff. _recomfiture_ Qq.

[fdd427] _by the deed_] _in the deed_ Q7 Q8.

[fdd428] _to me_] _to me, Richard_ Collier (Collier MS.). ¶ _very_] om.
Pope.

[fdd429] _And...mind_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fdd430] _and so_] Ff. om. Qq. ¶ [Kissing her. Johnson. ¶ [Exit...]
Exit. Qq. Exit Q. Ff, after line 430.

[fdd431] _shallow, changing woman_] _shallow changing woman_ Qq.
_shallow-changing woman_ Ff. _shallow, changing--woman_ Capell. ¶
Enter...] Capell. Enter Rat. Qq. Enter Ratcliffe. Ff (after _news?_
line 433).

[fdd432] _How...news?_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fdd433] SCENE VI. Pope. ¶ _My gracious_] Qq. _Most mightie_ Ff.

[fdd434] _Rideth_] _Rides_ F4. ¶ _the shore_] Qq. _our shores_ Ff.

[fdd438] _they_] _thy_ Q2.

[fdd440] _Norfolk_] _Norff._ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5.

[fdd442] _my lord_] Qq. _my good lord_ Ff.

[fdd443] _Fly...Salisbury:_] See note (XX). ¶ [To Ratcliff] Edd.

[fdd444] _thither_] Ff. _there_ Qq. ¶ [To Catesby] Rowe.

[fdd445] _stand’st...still_] Qq (_stands_ Q4 Q7). _stay’st...here_ Ff.

[fdd446] _sovereign...mind_] Qq. _liege, tell me your Highnesse
pleasure_ Ff.

[fdd447] _to him_] Ff. _them_ Q1 Q2. _him_ the rest.

[fdd449] _he_] Qq. _that he_ Ff.

[fdd450] _presently_] Qq. _suddenly_ Ff.

[fdd451] Cate. _I go._] Ff. Omitted in Qq. ¶ [Exit.] Ff. om. Qq.

[fdd452], fdd453: _What...Salisbury?_] Edd. _What...Salisbury_
Qq, reading as one line. _What, may it please you, shall I doe at
Salisbury?_ Ff. ¶ fdd452: _is ’t_] Edd. _is it_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4. _it
is_ Q5. _is_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fdd456], fdd457: _My mind...you?_] Qq. _My mind is chang’d: Stanley,
what newes with you?_ Ff.

[fdd457] Enter Lord Stanley.] Ff. Enter Darbie. Qq.

[fdd458] _None good, my lord_] _None good my lord_ Qq. _None, good my
liege_ Ff. _None good, my liege_ Theobald. ¶ _the_] om. Q7 Q8.

[fdd459] _it...told_] Qq. _well may be reported_ Ff.

[fdd460] _Hoyday_] _Heyday_ Pope.

[fdd461] _Why dost_] Qq. _What need’st_ Ff. ¶ _mile_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4
Q5 Q6. _miles_ Ff Q7 Q8.

[fdd462] _a nearer_] Qq. _the neerest_ Ff.

[fdd467] _Well...guess?_] _Well...guesse._ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6
(_sir?_ Q4). _Well, as you guesse._ Ff. _Well, sir, as you guesse,_
Q7. _Well, sir, as you guesse._ Q8.

[fdd468] _Ely_] Qq. _Morton_ Ff.

[fdd469] _there_] Qq. _here_ Ff.

[fdd474] _doth he_] _makes he_ Ff. _makes him_ Hanmer. ¶ _sea_] _seas_
Ff Q8.

[fdd475] _guess._] _guess--_ Hunter conj.

[fdd477] _Welshman_] _Welchmen_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _comes._] _comes?_ Staunton.

[fdd479] _mighty liege_] Qq. _my good lord_ Ff.

[fdd480] _then_] _now_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _him_] _them_ Q8.

[fdd481] _are_] Qq. _be_ Ff.

[fdd483] _Safe-conducting_] _Conducting safe_ Pope.

[fdd485] _Richard_] Qq. _me_ Ff.

[fdd487] _sovereign_] Qq. _king_ Ff.

[fdd488] _Please it_] Qq. _Pleaseth_ Ff.

[fdd491] _Ay, ay, thou wouldst_] _I, I, thou wouldst_ Qq. _I, thou
would’st_ Ff. _Ay, thou would’st_ Rowe. _Ay, thou would’st fain_ Pope.

[fdd492] _I will...sir_] Qq. _But Ile not trust thee_ Ff. ¶ _Most_] om.
Pope.

[fdd494] _nor never_] _nor ever_ Pope.

[fdd495], fdd496: _Well...behind_] Qq (_thy men_ Q8), in one line.
_Goe then, and muster men: but leave behind_ Ff.

[fdd497] _faith_] Qq. _heart_ Ff.

[fdd499] [Exit.] Q6 Q7 Q8. om. Q1 Q2. Exit Dar. Q3 Q4 Q5. Exit
Stanley. Ff.

[fdd502] _Edward_] Ff. _William_ Qq. _Edmond_ Pope.

[fdd503] _brother there_] Qq. _elder brother_ Ff.

[fdd504] _moe_] Q4 Q6 F1. _mo_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q5. _more_ Q7 F2 Q8
F3 F4.

[fdd505] _My liege, in Kent_] Qq. _In Kent, my liege_ Ff.

[fdd506] _more competitors_] _still more competitors_ Pope. _still more
complices_ Hanmer.

[fdd507] _their...increaseth_] Qq. _the rebels, and their power growes
strong_ Ff.

[fdd508] _the Duke of_] Qq. _great_ Ff.

[fdd509] _you_] _ye_ Q6 Ff Q7 Q8. ¶ _of_] _off_ Q1. ¶ [He striketh
him.] Qq Ff. In Qq it is put after line 509.

[fdd510] _Take......me_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. _Take...you bring me_ Q6
Q7 Q8. _There, take thou that, till thou bring_ Ff.

[fdd511]–fdd516: _The news...thine_] Ff. See note (XXI). ¶ fdd511:
[Kneeling. Collier (Collier MS.).

[fdd515] _I cry_] _Oh! I cry_ Pope.

[fdd516] [3 Mess. rises. Collier (Collier MS.).

[fdd517] _proclaim’d_] Ff. _given out_ Qq.

[fdd518] _Reward_] Ff. _Rewardes_ Qq. ¶ _the traitor in_] Ff. _in
Buckingham_ Qq.

[fdd519] _liege_] Qq. _lord_ Ff.

[fdd521] _in Yorkshire are_] Ff. _are up_ Qq.

[fdd522] _Yet...grace_] Qq. _But...highnesse_ Ff.

[fdd523] _Breton_] Capell. _Brittaine_ Qq F1 F2. _Britain_ F3 F4.
_Bretagne_ Theobald. ¶ _by tempest_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fdd524] _Dorsetshire_] _Dorshire_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5, reading _The
Brittaine...Dorshire_ as one line. ¶ fdd524, fdd525: _sent...banks_]
Ff. _Sent out a boate to aske them on the shore_ Qq (_one_ Q7 Q8).

[fdd527] _answer’d_] Ff. _answered_ Qq.

[fdd529] _Hoised......Brittany_] Edd. _Hoist...Brittaine_ Qq. _Hoys’d
saile, and made his course againe for Brittaine._ Ff.

[fdd532] _Beat_] _bare_ Q8. ¶ Re-enter...] Dyce. Enter... Qq Ff. Enter
another Messenger. Edd. conj.

[fdd534] _That is_] Ff. _Thats_ Qq.

[fdd536] _tidings_] _newes_ Q6 Ff Q7 Q8. ¶ _yet they_] Qq. _but yet
they_ Ff. _but yet it_ Rowe.

[fdd540] [Flourish. Exeunt.] Florish. Exeunt. F1. Exeunt. Q1 F2 F3
F4. The rest omit.

[fde001] SCENE V.] Capell. Scena Quarta. Ff. SCENE VII. Pope.
¶ Lord Derby’s house.] Lord Stanley’s house. Hanmer. ¶ Enter...]
Enter Darbie, Sir Christopher. Qq (Entee Q1). Enter Derby, and Sir
Christopher. Ff. Enter Lord Stanley, and Sir Christopher. Pope. Enter
Lord Stanley, and Sir Christopher Urswick. Theobald.

[fde002] _this most bloody_] Qq. _the most deadly_ Ff. _the most
bloody_ Collier.

[fde005] _withholds_] Qq. _holds off_ Ff.

[fde006]–fde020: See note (XXII).

[fde007] _Pembroke_] _Penbroke_ F1 F2. _Penbrook_ F3. ¶
_Ha’rford-west_] Capell. _Harford-west_ Q1. _Herford-west_ Q2 Q5.
_Hertford-west_ Q3 Q4. _Hertford west_ Q6 Q7. _Hertford West_ Ff.
_Hertford, west_ Q8.

[fde008] _name_] _name and mark_ Collier (Collier MS.). _note and name_
S. Walker conj. ¶ _resort_] _have made resort_ Anon. conj.

[fde009] _renowned_] _renowmed_ Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5.

[fde010] _Sir William_] _and Sir William_ Pope.

[fde011] _redoubted_] _doubted_ Q4.

[fde012] _And_] Ff. om. Qq.

[fde013] _moe_] _other_ Ff. _more_ Q7 Q8. _others_ Warburton. ¶
_noble fame_] Qq. _great name_ Ff.

[fde014] _they do_] Qq. _do they_ Ff. ¶ _course_] Qq. _power_ Ff.

[fde016] _thy_] Q1 Ff. _my_ the rest.

[fde019] _These letters_] Qq. _My letter_ Ff. _Those letters_ Capell.
See note (XXII.)

[fea001] ACT V. SCENE I.] Actus Quintus. Scena Prima. Ff. ¶
Salisbury.] Pope. ¶ An open place.] Capell. The Market-place Grant
White. ¶ Enter...] Rowe. Enter Buckingham to execution. Qq. Enter
Buckingham with Halberds, led to Execution. Ff.

[fea002], fea011: Sher.] Ff. Rat. Qq. ¶ fea002: _my good lord_] Ff. _my
lord_ Qq. _good my lord_ Rowe.

[fea003] _Rivers, Grey_] _Rivers, Gray_ Qq. _Gray & Rivers_ Ff.

[fea010] _fellows_] Qq. _fellow_ Ff.

[fea011] _my lord_] Qq. om. Ff.

[fea012] _Why...doomsday_] omitted by Pope.

[fea013] _that_] Qq. _which_ Ff.

[fea014] _on_] _one_ Q7.

[fea015] _or_] _and_ Ff Q8.

[fea017] _I trusted most_] Qq. _whom most I trusted_ Ff.

[fea018] _This, this_] _This is_ Q7 Q8.

[fea019] _Is_] _This_ Pope, omitting line 18, _This...soul._ ¶
_respite_] _despite_ Q7 Q8. _respect_ Warburton. _restrict_ Becket
conj.

[fea020] _That high_] _What high_ Q2. ¶ _that I_] Qq. _which I_ Ff.
_whom I_ Capell.

[fea023] _swords_] Q1 Q2 Ff. _sword_ Q3 Q4 Q6 Q7 Q8. _sowrd_ Q5.

[fea024] _own_] Q1 Q2 Ff. The rest omit. ¶ _on_] Qq. _in_ Ff. ¶
_bosoms_] Ff. _bosome_ Qq.

[fea025] _Now_] Qq. _Thus_ Ff. ¶ _is fallen...head_] Qq. _falles heavy
on my necke_ Ff. _falls heavy on my head_ Pope.

[fea028] _Come, sirs, convey me_] Qq. _Come lead me Officers_ Ff.

[fea029] [Exeunt.] om. Qq. Exeunt Buckingham with Officers. Ff.

[feb001] Scene II.] Scena Secunda. Ff. ¶ The camp...] Hanmer. The Camp.
Pope. On the borders of Leicestershire. A Camp. Theobald. ¶ Enter...]
Ff. Enter Richmond with drums and trumpets. Qq.

[feb007] _The wretched_] _The recklesse_ Collier (Collier MS.). _The
raged_ Anon. conj.

[feb008] _spoil’d_] _spoils_ Capell. ¶ _summer fields_] Ff.
_somer-fieldes_ Q1. _summer-fields_ Q2. _sommer-field_ the rest.

[feb009] _Swills...makes_] _Swill’d...made_ Pope.

[feb010] _bosoms_] _bosome_ Q7 Q8.

[feb011] _Lies now_] Qq. _Is now_ Ff. ¶ _centre_] _centry_ F1.

[feb014] _cheerly_] Q1 Ff. _Cheere_ or _cheare_ the rest.

[feb017] Oxf] Ff. 1 Lo. Qq. ¶ _swords_] Qq. _men_ Ff.

[feb018] _that bloody_] Qq. _this guilty_ Ff.

[feb019] Herb.] Her. Ff. 2 Lo. Qq. ¶ _fly_] Qq. _turne_ Ff.

[feb020] Blunt.] Blun. Ff. 3 Lo. Qq. ¶ _who_] _what_ Ff Q8.

[feb021] _greatest_] Qq. _deerest_ Ff. ¶ _shrink_] Qq. _flye_ Ff.

[feb022] _vantage_] _advantage_ Q7 Q8.

[feb024] _makes_] _make_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. ¶ [Exeunt.] Exit. Q1.
Exeunt omnes. Ff. the rest omit.

[fec001] SCENE III.] Pope. ¶ Bosworth Field.] Pope. ¶ Enter...]
Enter King Richard, Norffolke, Ratcliffe, Catesbie, with others. Qq.
Enter King Richard in Armes, with Norfolke, Ratcliffe, and the Earle of
Surrey. Ff. ¶ fec001: _tents_] Qq. _tent_ Ff.

[fec002] _My...sad_] Ff. _Whie, how now Catesbie, whie lookst thou so
bad._ Q1. _Whie, how now Catesbie, why lookest thou so sad?_ the rest.

[fec003] Sur.] Ff. Cat. Qq.

[fec004] _My Lord...liege_] Ff. _Norffolke, come hither_ Qq (_hether_
Q1).

[fec005] _Norfolk...not?_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.

[fec006] _gracious_] Qq. _loving_ Ff.

[fec007] _there_] om. Ff Q7 Q8.

[fec008] _all’s_] Ff. _all is_ Qq.

[fec009] _foe_] Qq. _traitors_ Ff.

[fec010] _utmost power_] Ff. _greatest number_ Qq.

[fec011] _battalion_] Q1 Q4 Q6. _battailon_ Q2 Q3 Q5. _battalia_
Ff. _battalian_ Q7 Q8.

[fec012] _the_] _that a_ Q7 Q8.

[fec013] _party_] Qq. _faction_ Ff.

[fec014] _my tent there! Valiant_] _my tent there, valiant_ Qq. _the
tent: come noble_ Ff.

[fec015] _of_] _or_ Q8. ¶ _field_] Qq. _ground_ Ff.

[fec017] _want_] Qq. _lacke_ Ff.

[fec018] Enter......and others.] Enter Richmond...and Dorset. Ff.
Enter Richmond with the Lordes, &c. Qq (Richard Q8). ¶ on the other
side...] Capell. om. Ff. ¶ and others] Capell. ¶ Some...tent] Capell,
substantially. ¶ fec018: Scene changes to another part of Bosworth
field. Theobald. ¶ _set_] Ff. _sete_ Q1. _seate_ Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5.
_seat_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fec020] _track_] Qq. _tract_ Ff.

[fec021] _signal_] Qq. _token_ Ff.

[fec022] _Sir...standard_] Ff. _Where is Sir William Brandon, he shall
beare my standerd_ Qq.

[fec023]–fec026: _Give...strength._] Arranged as in Ff. See note
(XXIII). ¶ fec023, fec024: _paper in my tent: I’ll_] _paper; in my
tent I’ll_ Pope.

[fec026] _strength_] Qq. _power_ Ff.

[fec027], fec028: _My Lord...with me_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fec029] _keeps_] Ff. _keepe_ Qq.

[fec033] _good Blunt, before thou go’st_] Qq. _(good captain) do for
me_ Ff.

[fec034] _dost thou_] _doest thou_ Qq. _do you_ Ff.

[fec035] _colours_] _quarters_ Warburton.

[fec037] _lies_] Q1 Q2 F1 F3 F4. _liet_ Q3 Q5. _lieth_ Q4 Q6
Q7 Q8. _lyes_ F2.

[fec040] _Good......to him_] Qq. _Sweet Blunt, make some good meanes to
speak with him_ Ff.

[fec041] _scroll_] _scrowle_ Qq. _note_ Ff.

[fec042] _life_] _selfe_ F2 F3 F4.

[fec043] _And so...to-night_] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fec044] _Good...gentlemen_] Two lines in Ff.

[fec046] _In to our_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. _Into our_ Q6 Q7. _Into
my_ Ff. _In our_ Q8. ¶ _air_] Qq. _dew_ Ff. ¶ [They withdraw...] Ff.
Omitted in Qq. ¶ Enter, to his tent...] Capell. SCENE changes back to
King Richard’s Tent. Enter... Theobald. ¶ Catesby, and others.] Catesby
&c. Q1 Q2. Catesby. the rest.

[fec047], fec048: _What is’t...nine o’clock_] Ff. _What is a clocke._
Cat. _It is sixe of clocke, full supper time._ Qq (_of the_ Q3 Q4 Q5
Q6 Q7 Q8.) ¶ _It’s supper-time...nine o’clock._] As in Pope. One
line in Ff.

[fec048] _It’s nine_] _It’s six_ Dyce (Steevens conj.) from Qq. ¶
fec048, fec049: _I will...paper._] As in Ff. As one line in Qq.

[fec049] _Give......paper._] Omitted by Pope.

[fec053] _charge_] _charge, away_ Capell.

[fec054] _sentinels_] _Centinels_ Ff. _Centinell_ Qq.

[fec057] [Exit.] Ff. om. Qq.

[fec058], fec059: _Catesby!_ Cat. _My lord?_] As in Pope. _Catesby!_
Rat. _My lord._ Qq. _Ratcliffe._ Rat. _My lord._ Ff.

[fec062] [Exit Catesby.] Edd. om. Qq Ff.

[fec063] [To Ratcliff. Pope. To Catesby. Capell. ¶ _watch_]
_watch-light_ Keightley conj.

[fec065], fec066: _Look......Ratcliff_] As in Rowe (ed. 2). As one line
in Qq Ff.

[fec068] _Saw’st thou_] Qq. _Saw’st_ Ff.

[fec070] _about_] _like_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fec072] _So, I am_] _I’m_ Pope. ¶ fec072–fec075: _So, I am...Set_]
_I’m...So, set_ Capell. _I’m...There, set_ Pope.

[fec074] _cheer_] _cleare_ Q6 Q7.

[fec076] _Leave me. Ratcliff,_] _and leave me._ Pope. _So leave me._
Keightley conj.

[fec077] _mid_] _midst_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fec078] _arm me_] _arme_ F3. _arm_ F4. _arm me, Ratcliff_ Capell. ¶
_Leave me_] _Leave me now_ Pope. ¶ [Exeunt......] Edd. Exit Ratcliffe.
Qq Ff. K. Richard retires into his tent. Exeunt Ratcliffe and Catesby.
Malone. ¶ Enter...attending.] Edd. Enter Darby to Richmond in his tent.
Qq Ff (Derby Ff).

[fec079] SCENE III. Pope (ed. 1). SCENE IV. Pope (ed. 2). ¶
_sit_] _set_ Q1.

[fec082] _Tell me,_] _Tell me, I pray_ Collier (Collier MS.). ¶
_fares_] _fares it with_ Hanmer. ¶ _loving_] Q1 Q2. _noble_ the rest.
¶ _mother_] _mother now_ Keightley conj.

[fec085] _that. The_] Ff. _that the_ Q1. _that: the_ the rest.

[fec086] _And_] _A_ Q6 Q7.

[fec090] _mortal-staring_] Steevens. _mortall staring_ Qq Ff.
_mortal-fearing_ Capell. _mortal-scaring_ Malone conj. _mortal starry_
Becket conj. _mortal-staving_ Jackson conj. _mortal-stabbing_ Staunton
conj. _mortal-daring_ Anon. conj.

[fec095] _brother, tender_] Ff. _brother tender_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5.
_tender brother_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fec097] _Farewell: the leisure_] _Farewell: The lack of leisure_ Anon.
conj. ¶ _leisure_] _lesion_ Becket conj.

[fec100] _sunder’d_] _sundred_ Ff Q7 Q8. _sundried_ Q1 Q2.
_sundired_ Q3 Q4. _sundered_ Q5 Q6.

[fec101] _us_] _on_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _for_] _of_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _rites_] Ff.
_rights_ Qq.

[fec104] _with troubled thoughts_] Qq. _with troubled noise_ Ff.
_troubled with noise_ Grant White.

[fec105] _peise_] Qq. _peize_ F1 F2. _poize_ F3 F4.

[fec107] _gentlemen_] _gentilemen_ Q7. ¶ [Exeunt......] Exeunt. Manet
Richmond Ff. Exunt. Q1 Q2. Exeunt. the rest.

[fec109] _on_] _one_ Q7. ¶ _forces with a gracious eye_] _force with
thy gracious eyes_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fec111] _a_] om. Q7 Q8.

[fec112] _helmets_] _helmet_ Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fec114] _the_] Q1 Q2 Q6 Q7 Q8. _thy_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Ff.

[fec117] [Sleeps.] Ff. om. Qq. ¶ Enter...]Enter...young Prince Edward,
sonne Harry the sixt, to Ri. Q1. yoong Prince Edward,... to Ri. Q2.

[fec118] SCENE IV. Between the Tents of Richard and Richmond: They
sleeping. Pope (ed. 1). SCENE V. Pope (ed. 2).

[fec119] _stab’dst_] _stabb’dst_ Rowe. _stabst_ Qq. _stab’st_ F1 F2.
_stabb’st_ F3 F4. ¶ _my prime_] _the prime_ F3 F4.

[fec120] _despair, therefore_] _therefore despair_ Pope. ¶ _therefore_]
om. Q7 Q8.

[fec121] _Be...souls_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.

[fec122] _butcher’d_] Ff. _butchered_ Qq.

[fec125] _deadly_] Q1. Omitted in the rest.

[fec127] _Harry_] Qq F1. _Henry_ F2 F3 F4.

[fec130] _in thy sleep: live_] Qq. _in sleepe: Live_ Ff. _in sleep:
live thou_ Rowe (ed. 2). _in sleep: live, live_ Anon. conj. _in sleep;
flourish and live_ or _in thy sleep; now live and flourish_ or _in
slumber; live and flourish._ Keightley conj.

[fec131] _sit_] _set_ Q1. ¶ fec131, fec139: _on_] Q5 Q6 Q8. _one_
Q7. _in_ the rest.

[fec132] _wash’d_] _wak’d_ Jackson conj. ¶ _with_] _in_ F3 F4.

[fec139] Ghost of R.] King. Q1 Q2. Riu. the rest. ¶ _on_] _in_ Q1
Q2 Q3 Q4. _one_ Q7.

[fec143] _lance_] _hurtless lance_ Capell. _pointless lance_ Collier
(Collier MS.). ¶ _despair_] _Richard, despair_ Pope.

[fec144] _Richard’s_] Q1 Ff Q8. _Ri._ Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. _Ric._ Q6.
_Rich._ Q7.

[fec145] _Will_] _Wel_ Q1. ¶ _him_] Qq F1. om. F2 F3 F4. ¶
Hastings.] Q1 Q2. L. Hastings, the other Quartos. Lord Hastings. Ff.
See note (XXIV).

[fec146] _guiltily_] Qq F1. _guilty_ F2 F3 F4.

[fec148] _despair_] _and despair_ Pope. _so despair_ Collier (Collier
MS.).

[fec149] _Quiet...awake!_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.

[fec151] _Dream...Tower:_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.

[fec152] _lead_] Q1. _laid_ or _layd_ the rest.

[fec153] _thee_] _the_ Q6 F3.

[fec154] _souls bid_] Qq F4. _soule bids_ F1 F2 F3.

[fec155] _Sleep...joy;_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.

[fec158] Lady Anne.] Q1 Q2. Queene Anne, the other Quartos. Anne, his
Wife. Ff.

[fec159] _Richard...wife,_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.

[fec161] _perturbations_] _preturbations_ Q1.

[fec162], fec163: _To-morrow...die!_] Spurious; the true lines being
lost. Lettsom conj.

[fec163] _edgeless sword_] _powerless arm_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[fec164] _Thou...sleep:_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.

[fec166] Enter the Ghost...] Enter the Ghosts... F2.

[fec167] _The first...crown;_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.

[fec168] _thy_] _the_ Q7.

[fec173] _I...aid:_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff. ¶ _for hope_] _for
holpe_ Theobald conj. _forsoke_ Hanmer. _forholpe_ Steevens conj.
_fore-done_ Tyrwhitt conj. _sore hope!_ Jackson conj.

[fec176] _falls_] Qq. _fall_ Ff. ¶ [The Ghosts vanish.] Rowe. om. Qq
Ff. ¶ King...dream.] Richard starteth up out of a dreame. Qq (starteth
out Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. started out of his Q7 Q8). Richard starts out of
his dreame. Ff.

[fec179] _coward_] See note (XXV).

[fec180] _It is now_] Q1. _It is not_ the rest. _Is it not_ Rowe (ed.
2).

[fec181] _stand_] _stands_ Q5.

[fec182]–fec203: _What do I...to myself?_] Ritson would put this
passage in the margin. ¶ fec182: _What do I fear? myself?_] Q1. _What
do I feare my selfe?_ Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. _What? do I feare my
selfe?_ Ff.

[fec183] _Richard...am I_] omitted by Pope. ¶ _I am I_] _I and I_ Q1.

[fec185]–fec192: _Then fly...flatter._] Put in the margin by Pope. ¶
fec185: _fly._] _flie,_ Qq. _flye;_ F1. _flye?_ F2 F3 F4. ¶ _reason
why:_] _reason why,_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7 Q8. _reason whie?_ Q1.
_reason why?_ Q2. _reason: why?_ Ff.

[fec186] _What,_] _What_ Qq. _What?_ Ff. om. Capell. ¶ _upon_] _on_
Pope.

[fec187] _Alack_] om. Pope.

[fec188] _I_] om. Q6 Q7 Q8. ¶ _have_] _hath_ Q7 Q8.

[fec191] _yet_] _yea_ Q8.

[fec192] _speak well: fool_] _speak--well Fool_ Rowe (ed. 1).

[fec196] _Perjury, perjury_] _Perjurie, perjurie_ Q1 Q2. _Perjurie_
(once only) the rest. _Perjury, foul perjury_ Collier (Collier MS.). ¶
_the_] om. Pope.

[fec199] _Throng_] Q1 Q2. _Throng all_ the rest. ¶ _bar] barrr_ Q6.
_boare_ Q8. ¶ _crying all_] _all crying_ Pope.

[fec200] _shall_] _will_ Pope. ¶ _creature_] _creatuees_ F2.
_creatures_ F3.

[fec202], fec203: _Nay...myself?_] Put in the margin by Pope. ¶ fec202:
_Nay,_] Ff. _And_ Qq.

[fec204]–fec206: _Methought...Richard._] See note (XXVI). ¶ fec204:
_had_] Q1 Ff. om. Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. _have_ Q7 Q8.

[fec205] _Came_] _Came all_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. ¶ _one_] _on_ Q4.

[fec208] _’Zounds! who is_] Qq. _Who’s_ Ff.

[fec209] _Ratcliff_] om. Q7 Q8. ¶ _’tis I_] om. Pope.

[fec210] _twice_] _thrice_ Q7 Q8.

[fec212]–fec214: K. Rich. _O Ratcliff...my lord._] Qq. Omitted in Ff.

[fec213] _thinkest_] Capell. _thinkst_ Qq.

[fec214] _O_] om. Pope. ¶ _O...fear_] _O Ratcliff, I have dream’d a
fearful dream._ Collier MS.

[fec219] _Armed_] _Arm’d all_ Cibber’s version.

[fec220] _It is_] Pope. _Tis_ or _’Tis_ Qq Ff. ¶ fec220, fec221:
_me;...tents_] _me,...tents_ Qq F1 (_me,...tents,_ Q8).
_me,...tents;_ F2 F3 F4.

[fec221] _eaves-dropper_] F4. _ease dropper_ Q1. _ewse dropper_ Q2.
_ewse-dropper_ Q3. _eawse-dropper_ Q4. _ewese-dropper_ Q5 Q6 Q7
Q8. _ease-dropper_ F1 F2 F3.

[fec222] _see_] Q1 Q2. _heare_ the rest. ¶ _mean to shrink_] Qq F1
F2 (_means to shrinke_ Q4). _man shrink_ F3 F4. ¶ [Exeunt.] Qq.
Exeunt Richard & Ratliffe. Ff. ¶ Enter...] Ff. Enter the Lordes to
Richmond. Qq. Richmond wakes. Enter Oxford, and Others, to him. Capell.

[fec223] SCENE V. Pope (ed. 1). SCENE IV. Pope, ed. 2 (a
misprint). SCENE VI. Warburton.

[fec224] _Cry mercy_] Qq F1. _Cry you mercy_ F2 F3 F4. _I cry you
mercy_ Pope.

[fec225] _a_] om. Q4.

[fec227] _The...dreams_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff. ¶ _fairest-boding_]
Theobald. _fairest boding_ Qq. _fairest boading_ Ff.

[fec230] _bodies_] _body_ Q7 Q8.

[fec231] _cried on victory_] Qq Ff. _cried out Victory_ Pope. _cried
On! Victory_ Warburton.

[fec232] _soul_] Qq. _heart_ Ff.

[fec234] _morning_] _mourning_ Q8.

[fec236] [arms, and comes forth. Capell. ¶ His Oration...] Qq Ff. To
his Troops; who now gather about the Tent. Capell.

[fec239] _upon_] _on_ Pope.

[fec242] _high-rear’d_] _high read_ Q4.

[fec243] _Richard except,_] _Richard, except_ Q1 Q2.

[fec248] _what_] _that_ Q7 Q8.

[fec249] _slaughter’d_] Ff. _slandered_ Q4. _slaughtered_ the rest.

[fec250] _foil_] _foile_ Q1 Q2. _soile_ Q3 Q4 Q5. _soyle_ Q6 F1
F2 Q7 Q8 F3. _soyl_ F4.

[fec254] _ward_] _reward_ Q8.

[fec255] _do_] om. Q6 Q7 Q8. ¶ _sweat_] _sweate_ Q1 Q2. _sweare_
the rest.

[fec258] _fat_] _fate_ Long MS.

[fec259] _do_] _stoe_ F2.

[fec262] _quit_] Pope. _quits_ Qq Ff.

[fec267] _attempt_] _attempt--_ Seymour conj.

[fec269] _trumpets_] _trumpet_ F2. ¶ _boldly and_] _boldly_ Pope.
_bold_ Staunton.

[fec270] [Exeunt.] Shouts, &c. and Exeunt. Capell. om. QqFf. ¶
Re-enter...] Re-enter Richard, and Ratcliffe; Attendants, and Forces,
with them. Capell. Enter King Richard, Rat. &c. Qq. Enter King Richard,
Ratcliffe, and Catesby. Ff.

[fec271] SCENE VI. Pope (ed. 1). SCENE VII. Pope (ed. 2).

[fec275] _in the_] _i’ th’_ Pope. ¶ [The clock striketh.] Qq. Clocke
strikes. Ff (Clockes F2).

[fec276], fec277: _Tell...to-day?_] As in Pope. As two lines in QqFf,
ending _there...to day?_

[fec279] _braved_] _brac’d_ Jackson conj.

[fec280] _will it_] _it will_ Rowe (ed. 2). ¶ fec280, fec281:
_somebody. Ratcliff!_] _somebody.--Ratcliff,--_ Capell. _some bodie
Rat._ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6. _somebody. Ratcliffe._ Ff. _some body,_
Q7. _some body._ Q8.

[fec281] _Ratcliff_] Put in a separate line first by Johnson.

[fec288] _vaunts_] _vants_ Q4.

[fec293] _shall be drawn out all_] _battel shall be drawn_ Hanmer. ¶
_out all_] Q1. The rest omit.

[fec297] _this_] Q1 Q2. _the_ the rest.

[fec298] _we_] _we our self_ Pope. ¶ _follow_] _follow them_ Collier
(Collier MS.).

[fec299] _whose puissance_] _which_ Pope.

[fec301] _This...Norfolk_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff. ¶ _boot_]
_bootes_ Q1 Q2. ¶ _think’st_] _think_ Rowe (ed. 2). ¶ _Norfolk_]
_Norffolke_ Q1. _Nor._ Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5. _not_ Q6 Q7 Q8. _Norfolke_
Ff.

[fec303] _This_] _This paper_ Pope. ¶ [He sheweth...] Qq. om. Ff.
Giving a Scrowl. Rowe.

[fec304] K. Rich. [Reads] Capell. Reads. Rowe. om. QqFf. ¶ _too_]
Capell. _to_ Q6 Q7 Q8. _so_ the rest.

[fec306] _A thing_] Capell. King. _A thing_ QqFf. ¶ [throws it away.
Capell.

[fec307] _every man unto_] Qq. _every man to_ Ff. _go each man to_ Pope.

[fec308]–fec311: _Let not...law_] Spoken aside, Mason conj.

[fec309] _Conscience is but_] Q1 Q2. _For conscience is_ Ff.
_Conscience is_ the rest.

[fec311] _conscience_] _consciences_ Q7. ¶ _swords_] _our swords_ Q7
Q8.

[fec312] _to ’t_] F4. _too ’t_ F1 F2 F3. _to it_ Q1 Q2 Q8. _too
it_ Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6 Q7.

[fec314] [His oration...] Qq. Omitted in Ff. turning to his Troops.
Capell.

[fec315] _whom_] _who_ Q7 Q8. ¶ _to cope_] _in cope_ Q7 Q8.

[fec316] _rascals, and_] _rascals,_ F2 F3 F4. _of rascals,_ Pope.

[fec317] _Bretons_] Capell. _Brittains_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5.
_Brittaines_ Q6 F1 F2 Q7 Q8. _Britains_ F3 F4. _Britons_ Pope.

[fec319] _ventures and assured_] Capell. _adventures and assured_ Qq
Ff. _adventures and_ Pope.

[fec320] _to you_] Q1. _you to_ the rest.

[fec322] _restrain_] _distrain_ Hanmer (Warburton).

[fec324] _Bretagne_] Hanmer. _Brittaine_ Qq. _Britaine_ F1 F2.
_Britain_ F3 F4. ¶ _our mother’s_] _his mother’s_ Pope, ed. 2
(Theobald). _our brother’s_ Capell.

[fec325] _milk-sop_] F3 F4. _milkesopt_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5.
_milkesope_ Q6. _milke-sop_ F1 F2 Q7 Q8.

[fec332] _conquer’d_] Rowe. _conquered_ Qq Ff.

[fec333] _these_] _those_ Rowe. ¶ _bastard Bretons_] Capell. _bastard
Brittains_ or _Brittaines_ Qq. _bastard Britaines_ F1. _bastard
Brittaines_ F2. _bastard-Britains_ F3 F4. _bastard-Britons_ Pope.

[fec335] _in record_] Q1 Q2. _on record_ the rest. ¶ _heirs_] _heire_
Q7.

[fec336] _lands_] _land_ Q8.

[fec337] _Ravish...drum_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff. ¶ [Drum...] Ff.
Omitted in Qq. ¶ _their_] _there_ Q7 Q8.

[fec338] _Fight_] Q1 Q2 Q8. _Right_ the rest. ¶ _bold_] Q1.
_boldly_ the rest.

[fec339] _your_] _you_ Q7.

[fec341] Enter......] Ff. Omitted in Qq.

[fec343] _come_] _come to you_ Capell.

[fec344] _Off_] _Off instantly_ Hanmer.

[fec351] _on_] _one_ Q7. ¶ _helms_] _helmes_ Q1 Q2 Q4 Q8. _helpes_
Q3 Q5 Q6 F1 F2 Q7. _helps_ F3 F4. ¶ [Exeunt.] Rowe. om. Qq. Ff.
Drums, and Exeunt. Capell.

[fed001] SCENE IV.] Capell. SCENE VII. Pope (ed. 1). SCENE
VIII. Pope (ed. 2). Scene continued in Ff. ¶ Another...] Capell.
¶ Alarum: excursions] Qq Ff. ¶ Enter Norfolk......] Capell. Enter
Catesby. Qq Ff. ¶ fed001: _Rescue...rescue_] One line in Qq. Two in Ff.

[fed003] _Daring an opposite_] _Daring and opposite_ Q8. _A daring
opposite_ Warburton conj.

[fed006] Alarums...] Ff. om. Qq. ¶ Enter...] Enter Richard. Qq Ff.

[fed010] _die_] _day_ Qq.

[fed013] [Exeunt.] Theobald. om. Qq Ff.

[fee001] SCENE V.] Dyce. Ff, Pope, Capell, &c. continue the Scene.
¶ Another part...] Dyce. ¶ Alarum. Enter...... Re-enter Richmond......]
Alarum. Enter...... Enter Richmond...... Ff. Alarum, Enter Richard and
Richmond, they fight, Richard is slain then retrait being sounded.
Enter Richmond, Darby, bearing the Crowne, with other Lords Qq (Lords,
&c. Q1). See note (XXVII). ¶ fee001: _God...friends_] One line in
Qq. Two in Ff. ¶ _arms_] _arme_ Q7.

[fee002] _dog_] _hog_ Anon, apud Rann conj.

[fee003], &c.: Der.] Stan. Pope. ¶ fee003, fee004:
_Courageous...royalty_] As in Qq. As three lines in Ff, ending
_Richmond...Loe...Royalties_.

[fee004] _this...royalty_] Q1. _this...roialties_ Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 Q6
Q7 Q8. _these...royalties_ Ff.

[fee007] _enjoy it_] Q1 Q2. The rest omit. ¶ _make much_] _make use_
Rowe.

[fee009] _tell me_] _tell me first_ Pope. _tell me pray_ Keightley
conj. ¶ _young_] _your son_ Capell.

[fee011] _if it please you_] Qq (_ift_ Q8). _if you please_ Ff. _if
you so please_ Pope. ¶ _if...now_] _if you please we will withdraw us
now_ Keightley conj. ¶ _now_] Qq. om. Ff.

[fee012] _name_] Qq F1 F2. _note_ F3 F4.

[fee013], fee014: _John...Brandon_] As prose in Qq. ¶ fee013: Der.]
Ff. om. Qq. ¶ _Walter_] Ff Q6 Q7 Q8. _Water_ Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5.
_Walter the_ Pope. ¶ _Ferrers_] Capell. _Ferris_ Qq Ff.

[fee014] _Brakenbury_] F4. _Brookenbury_ Q1 Q2. _Brokenbury_ the
rest. ¶ _and_] om. Pope.

[fee015] _becomes_] Rowe. _become_ Qq Ff.

[fee020] _Smile heaven_] _Smile, heaven,_ Anon. conj. ¶ fee020, fee021:
_heaven...have_] Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 Q5 F1 F2 F3. _heaven...hath_ Q6
Q7 Q8 F4. _heavens...have_ S. Walker conj.

[fee025] _rashly_] _madly_ Capell.

[fee026] _son....butcher....the_] _sonnes...butcher...the_
F2. _sons...butcher...the_ F3. _sons...butchers...the_ F4.
_sons...butchers...their_ Johnson. ¶ _sire_] _father_ Q8.

[fee027], fee028: _All...division_] Put in the margin by Pope. ¶
fee027: _this_] _that_ Rann (Johnson conj.). ¶ fee027, fee028:
_Lancaster, Divided_] _Lancaster. Divided_ Grant White.

[fee028] _Divided in their_] _Did usher in. Their_ Anon. conj. ¶
_division,_] Rann (Johnson conj.). _division._ Qq Ff.

[fee032] _their_] Q1 Q2 Q8. _thy_ the rest. ¶ _thy_] _they_ Q5 Q6
Q7 Q8.

[fee033] _smooth-faced_] _smooth-fac’d_ Ff. _smooth-faste_ Q1 Q2 Q3
Q5. _smooth-fast_ Q4. _smooth-fac’t_ Q6 Q7 Q8.

[fee034] _days_] _day_ Rowe (ed. 1).

[fee035] _Abate_] _Rebate_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[fee041] _here_] Q8 Ff. _heare_ the rest. ¶ [Exeunt.] Ff. om. Qq.






NOTES TO KING RICHARD III.


NOTE I.

The first and second Folios give the title of this play as follows:
‘The Tragedy of Richard the Third: with the Landing of Earle Richmond,
and the Battell at Bosworth Field.’ The third and fourth Folios give
the same except that for ‘Earle Richmond,’ they have ‘the Earl of
Richmond.’ The running title in all is: ‘The Life and Death of Richard
the Third.’

The Acts and Scenes are marked throughout in the Folios, but not in the
Quartos.


NOTE II.

I. 1. 98–100. Pope reconstructed the whole passage thus:

 ‘What, fellow? nought to do with mistress _Shore?_
  I tell you Sir, he that doth naught with her,
  Excepting one, were best to do it secretly.’

Steevens rejecting the word ‘alone,’ as an interpolation would arrange
the last and the following lines thus:

 ‘Were best to do it secretly.
   _Bra._                    What one
  My lord?
   _Glou._  Her husband, knave:--Wouldst thou betray me?’

Capell also had omitted ‘alone,’ but made an Alexandrine by continuing
the line to ‘my lord.’


NOTE III.

I. 3. 16. Theobald substitutes ‘Stanley’ for ‘Derby’ throughout,
observing, ‘This is a blunder of inadvertence, which has run thro’
the whole chain of impressions. It could not well be original in
Shakespeare, who was most minutely acquainted with his history and the
intermarriages of the nobility...Thomas Lord Stanley was not created
Earl of Derby till after the accession of that prince (i.e. Henry
VII.); and, accordingly, afterwards in the fourth and fifth Acts of
this play, before the battel of Bosworth-field, he is every where
call’d Lord Stanley. This sufficiently justifies the change I have made
in his title.’

This statement is not quite correct. He is called ‘Derby’ (the word
being, of course, variously spelt) throughout the first and second
Acts. He is called ‘Lord Stanley’ for the first time in Act III.
Scene 2. In Act III. Scene 4 he is called ‘Derby’ in the stage
directions and ‘Stanley’ in the text. He is ‘Stanley’ in Act IV.
Scene 1. In Act IV. Scenes 2 and 3, we find in the Folio ‘Stanley’
both in the stage directions and the text. In the Quarto it is ‘Derby,’
in the stage directions, the name not occurring in the text. In Act
IV. Scene 4, he is called ‘Derby’ in the stage directions. In Act
V. Scene 2, Richmond speaks of him as ‘my father Stanley,’ and in the
next scene he is called ‘Derby’ in the stage directions, and ‘Stanley’
in the text.

The error must have been due to the author, who would not have written
‘my lord of Stanley,’ and therefore we have retained ‘Derby’ wherever
both Quarto and Folio agree in reading it. ‘An editor,’ says Mr Grant
White, ‘is not justifiable in substituting what his author should have
written for what he did write.’


NOTE IV.

I. 3. 322. In Capell’s copy of the seventh Quarto an old MS.
corrector has converted ‘we come’ into ‘welcome.’


NOTE V.

I. 4. 75. After this line which is assigned to ‘_Keep._’ like
the foregoing lines, the Folios insert the stage direction, ‘Enter
Brackenbury the Lieutenant,’ and then prefix ‘_Bra._’ to the next
line, as if Brackenbury and the keeper had been two different persons,
instead of being identical as they are in the Quartos. Pope restored
the reading of the Quartos. Mr Grant White defends the stage directions
of the Folios thus: ‘It was a violation of all propriety to make Sir
Robert Brakenbury, Lieutenant of the Tower, go about with a bunch of
ponderous keys at his girdle or in his hand. These keys were evidently
carried by the keeper, a higher sort of gaoler, but a person of rank
much inferior to that of Brakenbury, the commander of the Tower. The
stage direction and the prefixes of the quarto are probably the result
of the limited number of actors in Shakespeare’s company when the
play was first produced, which caused the easily merged parts of the
_Keeper_ and _Brakenbury_ to be assigned to one performer.’

But Clarence was no common prisoner, and there would be no degradation
in Brakenbury’s acting in person as keeper to a prince of the blood,
at a time when even menial offices were rendered by gentlemen of
good birth not only to royal personages but also to others. We may
observe--though this is of little weight--that the corrector has
omitted to provide for the _exit_ of the Keeper.

On the whole we have decided to adhere to the Quartos, as they
undoubtedly give what Shakespeare originally wrote, and the alteration
found in the Folios is not of such obvious propriety that we should
unhesitatingly attribute it to the hand of the author.


NOTE VI.

I. 4. 110. The speeches in this part of the scene, which are
obviously prose, are printed in the Quartos and Folios as lines of
verse of various lengths.


NOTE VII.

I. 4. 255–264. This passage, including the lines immediately
preceding, stands thus in the first Quarto, which is followed by the
rest, substantially:

 ‘_2_ What shall we doe?
  _Cla._ Relent, and saue your soules.
  _1_ Relent, tis cowardly and womanish.
  _Cla._ Not to relent, is beastly, sauage, diuelish,
  My friend, I spie some pitty in thy lookes:
  Oh if thy eye be not a flatterer,
  Come thou on my side, and intreat for me,
  A begging Prince, what begger pitties not?’

It is thus amplified in the Folios:

 ‘_2_ What shall we do?
  _Clar._ Relent, and saue your soules:
  Which of you, if you were a Princes Sonne,
  Being pent from Liberty, as I am now,
  If two such murtherers as your selues came to you,
  Would not intreat for life, as you would begge
  Were you in my distresse.
  _1_ Relent? no: ’Tis cowardly and womanish.
  _Cla._ Not to relent, is beastly, sauage, diuellish:
  My Friend, I spy some pitty in thy lookes:
  O, if thine eye be not a Flatterer,
  Come thou on my side, and intreate for mee,
  A begging Prince, what begger pitties not.
  _2_ Looke behind you, my Lord.’

Pope adopted the reading of the Quartos, rejecting the last line ‘a
begging...not?’ He was followed by Hanmer and Capell. Theobald followed
the Folios, reading _for life? Ah! you...distress._ Johnson, who gives
in his text the arrangement which Warburton had borrowed from Theobald,
says, in a note: ‘I cannot but suspect that the lines, which Mr Pope
observed not to be in the old edition, are now misplaced, and should be
inserted here, somewhat after this manner.

 “_Clar._ A begging...pities not?
  _Vil._ A begging prince!
  _Clar._ Which of you if you were a prince’s son, &c.”

Upon this provocation the villain naturally strikes him.’

The arrangement which we have adopted was first suggested by Tyrwhitt
and introduced into the text by Steevens, 1793. It involves a rather
violent transposition, but we see no better remedy. As the lines
omitted in the Quarto have all the appearance of being Shakespeare’s
own, we cannot leave them out of the text. We think, however, that they
are out of their right place in the Folio, and that the transposition
suggested by Johnson does not yield a satisfactory sense.

Mr Grant White says: ‘Mr Knight, Mr Collier, Mr Verplanck, and Mr
Hudson follow the Folio; the last only attaining a tolerable sense, by
supposing _Clarence’s_ question, as it appears in the folio, to end at
“would not intreat for life,” and the _Murderer_ to interrupt him in
the beginning of a new sentence, thus:--

 ‘Which of you, &c........
  Would not entreat for life? As you would beg,
  Were you in my distress,--
    _1 Murd._ Relent!’ &c.--

presuming, I suppose, the Duke to be about to say, ‘As you would beg,
&c., _so I beg_,’ &c. I am unable to look so far into _Clarence’s_
intentions as to decide upon the merits of this reading.’

The punctuation proposed by Mr Hudson had suggested itself
independently to Mr Spedding. The chief objection however to the
reading of the Folio still remains, viz. the awkwardness of the
murderer’s taking up Clarence’s word ‘Relent’ after so long an
interval. If, as we suppose, Shakespeare wrote those additional lines
in the margin of his original MS., nothing is more likely than that
a copyist should have misplaced them. In IV. 3, 52, 53, two lines
undoubtedly added by Shakespeare are thus misplaced in the Folio:

 ‘That reignes in gauled eyes of weeping soules:
  That excellent grand Tyrant of the earth.’

Similarly in Act II. Scene 1, the line

 ‘Of you Lord Wooduill, and Lord Scales of you,’

which the corrector intended to follow 66, is placed in the Folio after
67. We have not introduced this line into the text, because Shakespeare
would not have introduced it after line 66 as it stands in the Quarto,
nor have altered that line as it is altered in the Folio.

See also IV. 4, 100–104, where, in correcting one mistake of
transposition, another has been made.

See also Note (XIX).

Mr Collier in his second edition, following in other respects the
Folio, inserts three words suggested by his old MS. corrector, thus:

 ‘Would not entreat for life? As you would beg
  Were you in my distress, _so pity me_.’

Mr Knight’s arrangement (ed. 1839), in which he says he has followed
‘the Folio, instead of adopting the arbitrary regulations of the modern
editors,’ is this:

 ‘_Clar._ Not...................devilish.
          My friend................
  ..................pities not?
  Which of you..................
  ............distress?’

Here perhaps the printer has mistaken Mr Knight’s marginal directions.
If such an error can escape the notice of so careful an editor, how
likely is it to occur in the Folio which could hardly be said to have
an editor at all!


NOTE VIII.

II. 3. 12. Johnson supposed that a line had been lost between lines
12 and 13 after ‘government.’ Malone conjectured that one had been lost
after ‘council under him,’ line 13.


NOTE IX.

II. 4. 1, 2. The Quarto here reads:

 ‘Last night I heare they lay at Northhampton.
  At Stonistratford will they be to night.’

The Folio:

 ‘Last night I heard they lay at Stony Stratford,
  And at Northampton they do rest to night.’

Pope:

 ‘I heard they lay the last night at Northampton,
  At Stony-Stratford they do rest to-night.’

Capell:

 ‘Last night, I hear, they rested at Northampton;
  At Stony-stratford they do lye to-night.’

The correction found in the Folio was probably made, as Malone says,
simply for the sake of the metre. The Folio reading accidentally
coincides with the statement of Hall’s Chronicle, but (what is of more
consequence) it is inconsistent with the next line of the Archbishop’s
speech.


NOTE X.

II. 4. 37. We have followed the Folios in reading ‘Enter a Messenger’
and in assigning the speeches that follow to him rather than to the
Marquess Dorset as is the case in the Quartos. The change must have
been deliberate, and as the Queen does not greet the person who brings
the intelligence, and expresses no anxiety for his safety when she
herself is going to sanctuary, it seems more proper that the messenger
should be one of inferior rank than one so nearly connected with the
Queen. His ignorance of the cause of the arrest of the nobles and the
terms in which he speaks of them are in keeping with the character
of a messenger. In Act IV. Scene 1, the Queen, apparently, meets
Dorset for the first time since Richard’s designs were disclosed, and
passionately urges his escape.


NOTE XI.

III. 1. 169, &c. The reading of the first Quarto is:

 ‘Well then no more but this:
  Go gentle Catesby, and as it were a farre off,
  Sound thou Lo: Hastings, how he stands affected
  Vnto our purpose, if he be willing,
  Encourage him &c.’


NOTE XII.

III. 2. 91–93. In the first Quarto the passage reads thus:

 ‘But come my Lo: shall we to the tower?
    _Hast._ I go: but stay, heare you not the newes.
  This day those men you talkt of, are beheaded.’

The reading of the Folios, which we have retained, is not satisfactory,
and looks like an attempt of the editors to amend the defective metre
of the Quartos. The scene opens at four in the morning, and yet Stanley
is made to say, ‘the day is spent.’


NOTE XIII.

III. 4. 5. We retain here the reading in which both the earliest
Quartos and the Folios agree. It doubtless came from the pen of the
author, and is after all a pardonable inaccuracy, such as may easily
escape from the pen of a rapid writer or the tongue of a ready talker.


NOTE XIV.

III. 4. 10–13. We keep the reading of the Quartos but have made a
change in the arrangement of the lines. This is the text of the Quartos:

 ‘_Buc._ Who I my Lo? we know each others faces:
 But for our harts, he knowes no more of mine,
 Then I of yours: nor I no more of his, then you of mine:’

The Folio reads:

 ‘_Buck._ We know each others Faces: for our Hearts,
 He knowes no more of mine, then I of yours,
 Or I of his, my Lord, then you of mine.’

Pope follows the Folios, but reads ‘Nor’ for ‘Or’ in the last line.


NOTE XV.

III. 4. 78–80. The first Folio reads:

 ‘Off with his Head; now by Saint _Paul_ I sweare,
  I will not dine, untill I see the same.
  Lovell and Ratcliffe, looke that it be done.’

The first Quarto has:

 ‘Off with his head. Now by Saint Paule,
  I will not dine to day I sweare,
  Vntill I see the same, some see it done.’

Theobald altered Ratcliffe to Catesby, observing in his note, ‘The
scene is here in the Tower: and Lord Hastings was cut off on that very
day, when Rivers, Gray and Vaughan suffered at Pomfret. How then could
Ratcliff at the same instant be both in Yorkshire and the Tower? In
the very scene preceding this we find him conducting those gentlemen to
the block. The players in their edition first made the blunder, as to
Ratcliff attending Lord Hastings to death: for, in the old Quarto, we
find it rightly;--Exeunt: Manet Catesby with Hastings.’ But in the next
scene Theobald, while he makes Lovell and Catesby bring in the head
of Hastings, allows Gloucester, just before their entrance, to say,
‘Catesby, o’erlook the walls.’ Hanmer corrected this inconsistency by
reading, ‘Some one o’erlook the walls.’ We have followed the Folios,
for the difficulties could not be removed entirely without applying
more violence to the text than an editor is justified in using.


NOTE XVI.

III. 5. 10–21. In the first Quarto this passage stands as follows:

  And both are ready in their offices
  To grace my stratagems.      _Enter Maior._
    _Glo._ Here comes the Maior.
    _Buc._ Let me alone to entertaine him. Lo: Maior,
    _Glo._ Looke to the drawbridge there.
    _Buc._ The reason we have sent for you.
    _Glo._ Catesby ouerlooke the wals.
    _Buck._ Harke, I heare a drumme.
    _Glo._ Looke backe, defend thee, here are enemies.
    _Buc._ God and our innocence defend vs.      _Enter Catesby_
    _Glo._ O, O, be quiet, it is Catesby.     _with Hast. head._

In the last line Q3 has _G, O, be quiet,_ &c. Instead of lines 12–14,
_But what......Lord mayor,_ Theobald read with the Quartos.


NOTE XVII.

IV. 1. 92–94. In the second Folio there is a curious mistake here. In
the margin of the first Folio, from which the second was printed, some
one had inserted the stage directions, ‘to Dorset,’ ‘to Anne,’ ‘to the
Queene,’ which the printer mistook and gave as part of the text thus:

 ‘_Duc. Yorke._ Go to Richmond, to Dorset, to Anne, to the Queene, and
 good fortune guide thee, &c.’

The error is repeated in the third Folio and, strange to say, corrected
in the fourth, where the stage directions are inserted in their proper
places. It also inserts the word ‘thou,’ which had been omitted in the
second and third Folios.


NOTE XVIII.

IV. 2. 47 sqq. In this passage we have followed substantially the
reading of the Quartos in preference to that of the Folios.

The first Quarto reads:

   ‘_Darby._ My Lord, I heare the Marques Dorset
 Is fled to Richmond, in those partes beyond the seas where he abides.
   _King._ Catesby.      _Cat._ My Lord.
   _King._ Rumor it abroad
 That Anne my wife is sicke and like to die, &c.’

In the seventh and eighth Quartos the second line of Darby’s speech is
divided ‘...seas where he abides.’

The first Folio has:

   ‘_Stanley._ Know my louing Lord, the Marquesse _Dorset_
 As I heare, is fled to _Richmond_,
 In the parts where he abides.
   _Rich._ Come hither _Catesby_, rumor it abroad,
 That _Anne_ my Wife is very grieuous sicke &c.’

Pope follows the Folios and Rowe, except that for ‘Know, my loving
Lord,’ he substitutes ‘my lord,’ ending the next line at _fled_.
Steevens retains the reading of the Folios, but in other respects
adopts Pope’s arrangement, assigning it, more suo, to Sir Thomas Hanmer.

Mr Staunton follows Steevens as regards Stanley’s speech, and then
reads with the Quartos. In the preceding line he reads with the
Quartos: ‘How now what news with you?’

Mr Collier suspects that ‘What’s the news?’ in line 46, is an
interpolation and that the true reading is,

 ‘How now, Lord Stanley?
   _Stan._ Know, my loving lord,
 The Marquess Dorset, as I hear, is fled &c.’


NOTE XIX.

IV. 4, 365, 366. The first Quarto alone preserves the proper order of
the lines here. Its words are:

 ‘_King._ Harpe not one that string Madam that is past.
  _Qu._ Harpe on it still shall I till hartstrings breake.’

The second Quarto omits the first line and gives the second to the King,
thus:

 ‘_King._ Harpe on it still shal I, till hartstrings breake.
  _King._ Now by my George &c.’

The third follows the second in omitting the first line, but it
continues the second to the Queen. All the remaining Quartos read with
the third.

The Folios give both lines, but in reverse order, thus:

                            ..............‘graves,
 Harpe on it still shall I, till heart-strings breake.
   _Rich._ Harpe not on that string Madam, that is past.
 Now by my George &c.’


NOTE XX.

IV. 4. 444. We have here followed the reading of the Quartos, in
preference to that of the Folios, in which the passage stands as
follows:

 ‘_Rich._ _Catesby,_ flye to the Duke.
  _Cat._ I will, my Lord, with all convenient haste.
  _Rich._ _Catesby_ come hither, poste to Salisbury:’

This seems to show that the text of the Quartos has been amended in the
Folios by no very skilful hand. Rowe endeavoured to amend the passage
by reading in the last line ‘Ratcliff, come hither,’ and in this has
been followed by most succeeding editors.


NOTE XXI.

IV. 4. 512–517. The Quartos here read:

   ‘_Mes._ Your grace mistakes, the newes I bring is good
 My newes is that by sudden floud, and fall of water,
 The Duke of Buckinghams armie is disperst and scattered,
 And he himselfe fled, no man knowes whether.
   _King._ O I crie you mercie, I did mistake,
 Ratcliffe reward him, for the blow I gaue him.’

By substituting ‘’Tis’ for ‘My newes is’ in the second line, and
‘Buckingham’s’ for ‘The Duke of Buckinghams’ in the third, the reading
of the Quartos might be retained.


NOTE XXII.

IV. 5. 6–20. We have followed the Quartos in the arrangement of the
lines of this scene. The Folios insert after line 5:

 ‘So get thee gone: commend me to thy Lord.
  Withall say, that the Oueene hath heartily consented
  He should espouse _Elizabeth_ hir daughter.’

And in Derby’s last speech they read:

 ‘Well hye thee to thy Lord: I kisse his hand,
  My Letter will resolue him of my minde.
  Farewell.’

Pope follows the Folios, except that for ‘Withall say, that’ he reads
‘Say too.’ Capell adopts the arrangement of the Quartos, but reads,
‘Well, hie thee to thy lord’ instead of ‘Return unto thy lord.’


NOTE XXIII.

V. 3. 23–26. In the Quartos these lines are omitted in the present
speech of Richmond, but inserted a few lines lower down, as will be
seen from the following quotation from the first Quarto:

   ‘_Blunt._ Vpon my life my Lord, Ile vndertake it.
    _Rich._ Farewell good Blunt.
 Give me some inke, and paper, in my tent,
 Ile draw the forme, and modle of our battel,
 Limit each leader to his seuerall charge,
 And part in iust proportion our small strength,
 Come, let vs consult vpon to morrowes busines,
 In to our tent, the aire is rawe and cold.’

As the Quartos omit entirely lines 27, 28 and 43, we have followed the
arrangement of the Folios.


NOTE XXIV.

V. 3. 145. In the first and second Quartos the Ghosts of the two
young Princes enter and speak before the Ghost of Hastings. The Folios
and the other Quartos make the Ghost of Hastings enter first. As a
chronological order is observed in the appearance of the other Ghosts
we have thought it best in this case to follow the latter authorities.

This discrepancy between the two earliest editions and the rest seems
to have escaped the notice of Capell and of all other editors.


NOTE XXV.

V. 3. 179. Warburton says: The players, among their other innumerable
absurdities, in the representation of this tragedy, make Richard say
instead of ‘O coward conscience,’ ‘O _tyrant_ conscience!’

He refers to Colley Cibber’s adaptation of Shakespeare’s play: ‘The
Tragical History of King Richard III. Altered from Shakespear. By
Colley Cibber Esq.’


NOTE XXVI.

V. 3. 204–206. Johnson says: ‘These lines stand with so little
propriety at the end of this speech that I cannot but suspect them to
be misplaced. Where then shall they be inserted? Perhaps after these
words, _Fool do not flatter_ (i.e. line 192).’

Rann, following Mason’s suggestion, inserted them after ‘I fear, I
fear’ (line 214), and then, says Mason, Ratcliffe’s reply bidding
the King not be afraid of shadows, would be natural. Mr Grant White
would insert them either after line 178, ‘Soft I did but dream,’ or
after 212, ‘I have dream’d a fearful dream.’ As the Folios omit lines
212, 213, Ratcliffe’s allusion to the shadows, of which he has heard
nothing, _is_ rendered absurd. Yet the absurdity escaped the notice of
all editors before Capell.


NOTE XXVII.

V. 5. We have retained the stage direction of the Quartos and
Folios, ‘they fight. Richard is slain,’ in preference to ‘they fight,
and exeunt fighting’ of Mr Dyce, because it is probable from Derby’s
speech, ‘From the dead temples of _this_ bloody wretch,’ that Richard’s
body is lying where he fell, in view of the audience.


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