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Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead.Why grow the branches, when the root is gone? Why wither not the leaves, that want their sap?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 To his new kingdom of perpetual rest.
Duch. Ah, so much interest have I in thy sorrow, As I had title in thy noble husband! I have bewept a worthy husband's death, And liv'd by looking on his images: But now, two mirrors of his princely semblance Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death; And I for comfort have but one false glass, That grieves me when I see my shame in him. Thou art a widow; yet thou art a mother, And hast the comfort of thy children left thee: But death hath snatch'd my husband from my arins, And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands, Clarence and Edward. O, what cause have I, (Thine being but a moiety of my grief,) To over-go thy plaints, and drown thy cries?
Son. Ah, aunt ! you wept not for our father's death; How can we aid you with our kindred tears?
Daugh. Our fatherless distress was left unmoan’d, Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept !
Q. Eliz. Give me no help in lamentation, I am not barren to bring forth laments: All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, That I, being govern'd by the watry moon, May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world ! Ah, for my husband, for my dear lord Edward!
Chil. Ah, for our father, for our dear lord Clarence. Duch. Alas, for both, both mine, Edward and Q. Eliz. What stay had I, but Edward? and he's
his images :] The children by whom he was represented.
gone. Chil. What stay had we, but Clarence ? and he's
gone. Duch. What stays had I, but they? and they are
gone. Q. Eliz. Was never widow, had so dear a loss. Chil. Were never orphans, had so dear a loss.
Duch. Was never mother had so dear a loss. Alas! I am the mother of these griefs; Their woes are parcell’d, mine are general. She for an Edward weeps, and so do I; I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I: I for an Edward weep, so do not they:Alas! you three, on me, threefold distress'd, Pour all your tears, I am your sorrow's nurse, And I will pamper it with lamentations. Dor. Comfort, dear mother: God is much dis
pleas'd, That you take with unthankfulness his doing; In common worldly things, 'tis call'd—ungrateful, With dull unwillingness to repay a debt, 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. 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.
Enter GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, HAST
INGS, RATCLIFFE, and Others. Glo. Sister, have comfort: all of us have cause
• For it requires -] i. e. because.
To wail the dimming of our shining star;
Glo. Amen; and make me die a good old man !That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing; I marvel, that her grace did leave it out. [ Aside. Buck. You cloudy princes, and heart-sorrowing
peers, That bear this mutual heavy load of moan, Now cheer each other in each other's love: Though we have spent our harvest of this king, We are to reap the harvest of his son. The broken rancour of your high swoln hearts, But lately splinted, knit, and join'd together, Must gently be preserv’d, cherish'd, and kept: Me seemeth good, that, with some little train, Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be fetch'd Hither to London, to be crown'd our king. Riv. Why with some little train, my lord of
Buckingham? Buck. Marry, my lord, lest, by a multitude, The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out; Which would be so much the more dangerous, By how much the estate is green, and yet ungovern'd: Where every horse bears his commanding rein, And may direct his course, as please himself, As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent, In my opinion, ought to be prevented.
Glo. I hope, the king made peace with all of us; And the compact is firm, and true, in me.
Riv. And so in me; and so, I think, in all: Yet, since it is but green, it should be put
To no apparent likelihood of breach,
Hast. And so say
Glo. Then be it so; and go we to determine Who they shall be that straight shall post to Ludlow. Madam,—and you my mother,—will you go To give your censures in this weighty business?
Exeunt all but BUCKINGHAM and GLOSTER.
, my counsel's consistory,
The same. A Street.
Enter Two Citizens, meeting. i Cit. Good morrow, neighbour: Whither away
so fast? 2 Cit. I promise you, I scarcely know myself: Hear you the news abroad? i Cit.
Yes; the king's dead. 2 Cit. Ill news, by'r lady; seldom comes the better: I fear, I fear, 'twill prove a giddy world.
your censures —] To censure formerly meant to deliver an opinion.
As index to the story - ) i. e. preparatory-by way of prelude. VOL. VII.
Enter another Citizen.
3 Cit. Neighbours, God speed! 1 Cit.
you good morrow, sir. 3 Cit. Doth the news hold of good king Edward's
death 2 Cit. Ay, sir, it is too true; God help, the while ! 3 Cit. Then, masters, look to see a troublous
world. i Cit. No, no; by God's good grace, his son
shall reign. 3 Cit. Woe to that land, that's govern'd by a child!
2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government; That, in his nonage, council under him, And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself, No doubt, shall then, and till then, govern well.
i Cit. So stood the state, when Henry the sixth Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old. 3 Cit. Stood the state so? no, no, good friends,
God wot; For then this land was famously enrich'd With politick grave counsel; then the king Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace. i Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father and
mother. 3 Cit. Better it were, they all came by his father; Or, by his father, there were none at all: For emulation now, who shall be nearest, Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not. O, full of danger is the duke of Gloster; And the queen's sons, and brothers, haught and
proud: And were they to be rul'd, and not to rule, This sickly land might solace as before. 1 Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will be