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K. Rich. But didst thou see them dead?
And buried, gentle Tyrrel? Tyr. The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them; But where, to say the truth, I do not know.
K. Rich. Come to me, Tyrrel, soon, at after supper, When thou shalt tell the process of their death. Mean time, but think how I may do thee good, And be inheritor of thy desire. Farewell, till then. Tyr.
I humbly take my leave. (Exit. K. Rich. The son of Clarence have I pen'd up
close; 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. Now, for I know the Bretagne Richmond aims At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter, And, by that knot, looks proudly on the crown, To her go I, a jolly thriving wooer.
Enter CATESBY. Cate. My lord, K. Rich. Good news or bad, that thou com'st in
so bluntly? Cate. Bad news, my lord: Morton is fled to
Richmond; And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welshmen, Is in the field, and still his power encreaseth. K. Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me more
near, Than Buckingham and his rash-levied strength.
the Bretagne Richmond -] He thus denominates Richmond, because after the battle of Tewksbury he had taken refuge in the court of Francis II. Duke of Bretagne, where by the procurement of King Edward IV. he was kept a long time in a kind of honourable custody.
Come, I have learn’d, that fearful commenting
The same. Before the Palace.
Enter Queen MARGARET. Q. Mar. So, now prosperity begins to mellow, And drop into the rotten mouth of death. Here in these confines slily have I lurk’d, To watch the waning of mine enemies. A dire induction' am I witness to, And will to France; hoping, the consequence Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical. Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret! who comes
Enter Queen ELIZABETH and the Duchess of YORK.
— fearful commenting
Is leaden servitor-) Timorous thought and cautious disquisition are the dull attendants on delay.
dire induction -] Induction is preface, introduction, first part. It is so used by Sackville in our author's time. VOL. VII.
And hear your mother's lamentation!
Q. Mar. Hover about her; say, that right for right? Hath dimm’d your infant morn to aged night.
Duch. So many miseries have craz'd my voice, That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute,Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead?
Q. Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet, 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?
Q.Mar. When holy Harry died; and my sweet son. Duch. Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal-living
ghost, Woe's scene, world's shame, grave's due by life
usurp’d, Brief abstract and record of tedious days, Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth,
[Sitting down. Unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood! Q. Eliz. Ah, that thou would'st as soon afford a
grave, As thou canst yield a melancholy seat; Then would I hide my bones, not rest them here! Ah, who hath any cause to mourn, but we?
[Sitting down by her. Q. Mar. If ancient sorrow be most reverent, Give mine the benefit of seniory,
% - say, that right for right -] Margaret now perhaps means to say, The right of me, an injured mother, whose son was slain at Tewksbury, has now operated as powerfully as that right which the death of Rutland gave you to divine justice, and has destroyed your children in their turn.
s'When didst thou sleep, &c.] That is, When, before the present occasion, didst thou ever sleep during the commission of such an action?
seniory,] For seniority. Johnson.
And let my griefs frown on the upper
hand. If sorrow can admit society,
[Sitting down with them. Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine: I had an Edward, till a Richard killd him; I had a husband, till a Richard kill'd him: 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;
Duch. O, Harry's wife, triumph not in my woes; God witness with me, I have wept for thine.
Q. Mar. Bear with me; I am hungry for revenge, And now I cloy me with beholding it. Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward; Thy other Edward dead, to quit my Edward; Young York he is but boot, because both they Match not the high perfection of my loss. Thy Clarence he is dead, that stabb'd
Sher pew-fellow -] Pew-fellow seems to be companion.
* Young York he is but boot,] Boot is that which is thrown in to mend a purchase.
And the beholders of this tragick play,
queen in jest, only to fill the scene. Where is thy husband now? where be thy brothers ?
The flattering index of a direful pageant,) Pageants are dumb shows, and the poet meant to allude to one of these, the index of which promised a happier conclusion. The pageants then displayed on publick occasions were generally preceded by a brief account of the order in which the characters were to walk. These indexes were distributed among the spectators, that they might understand the meaning of such allegorical stuff as was usually exhibited. The index of every book was anciently placed before the beginning of it.
a garish flag, To be the aim of every dangerous shot;] Alluding to the dangerous situation of those persons to whose care the standards of armies were entrusted. STEEVENS.