We speak no treason, man.-We say, the king A cherry lip, a bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue; And the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks. Bra. With this, my lord, myself have naught to do. Glos. Naught to do with mistress Shore? I tell thee, fellow, He that doth naught with her, excepting one, Bra. What one, my lord? Glos. Her husband, knave. Wouldst thou betray me? Bra. I beseech your grace to pardon me; and, withal, Forbear your conference with the noble duke. Cla. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey. Glos. We are the queen's abjects, and must chey. Brother, farewell: I will unto the king; And whatsoe'er you will employ me in,- Cla. I know it pleaseth neither of us well. Glos. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long I will deliver you, or else lie for you: Cla. I must perforce: farewell. [Exeunt Clarence, Brakenbury, and Guard. Glos. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return, Simple, plain Clarence !-I do love thee so, That I will shortly send thy soul to Heaven, Enter HASTINGS. Has. Good time of day unto my gracious lord! Glos. As much unto my good lord chamberlain ! Well are you welcome to this open air. How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment? must: But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks, Glos. No doubt, no doubt, and so shall Clarence too; For they that were your enemies are his, And have prevail'd as much on him as you. Has. More pity, that the eagle should be mew'd, While kites and buzzards prey at liberty. Glos. What news abroad? Has. No news so bad abroad as this at home ; The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy, And his physicians fear him mightily. CENE I. KING RICHARD III. 13 Glos. Now, by saint Paul, this news is bad indeed. ), he hath kept an evil diet long, And over-much consumed his royal person: Has. He is. Glos. Go you before, and I will follow you. [Exit Hastings. He cannot live, I hope; and must not die, Till George be pack'd with post-horse up to heaven. Which done, God take king Edward to his mercy, For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter. By marrying her, which I must reach unto. Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives and reigns; When they are gone, then must I count my gains. [Exit. 1 SCENE II. The same. Another street. Enter the corpse of King Henry the Sixth, borne in an open coffin, GENTLEMEN bearing halberds, to guard it; and LADY ANNE as mourner. Anne. Set down, set down your honorable load, If honor may be shrouded in a hearse, Whilst I awhile obsequiously 1 lament The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster. Poor key-cold figure of a holy king! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost, To hear the lamentations of poor Anne, Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son, Stabb'd by the self-same hand that made these wounds! Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life, I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes. O, cursed be the hand that made these holes! 1 With becoming reverence for the dead. CENE II. KING RICHARD III. f ever he have child, abortive be it, May fright the hopeful mother at the view; f ever he have wife, let her be made More miserable by the death of him,1 Than I am made by my young lord and thee!— And, still as you are weary of the weight, 15 [the Bearers take up the corpse, and advance. Enter GLOSter. Glos. Stay you, that bear the corse, and set it down. Anne. What black magician conjures up this fiend, To stop devoted charitable deeds ? Glos. Villains, set down the corse, or, by saint I'll make a corse of him that disobeys. 1 Gen. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass. 1 The repetition of this imprecation by Lady Anne in act iv. scene 1. plainly shows that this line should be thus read:-'More miserable by the life of him.' 1 1 |