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.gitignore

+node_modules

README.md

+# Project 3 - `grep`
+
+## Spec
+
+The spec for this project can be found at [grep.md](https://gitlab.caltech.edu/cs11-async/documents/blob/master/specs/grep/grep.md).
+
+## Testing infrastructure
+
+Your submission will be run against the tests in the `tests` directory.
+If your submission passes all the tests and you have not intentionally written your program to defeat the test cases, you will receive full credit on the project.
+
+To run the tests, you need to run `npm install` once and then `npm test` each time you want to run the tests.

grep.js

+const fs = require('fs')
+const path = require('path')
+
+/**
+ * Calls a callback function on every file inside a directory.
+ * This is like fs.readdir(), but recurses on subdirectories.
+ *
+ * @param dir the name of the directory to search
+ * @param callback the function to call on each filename found
+ */
+const readdirRecursive = (dir, callback) =>
+  fs.readdir(dir, {withFileTypes: true}, (err, entries) => {
+    // If an error occurs, we currently just skip this directory.
+    // Ideally, we would report the error to the user...
+    if (err) return
+
+    for (const entry of entries) {
+      const entryPath = path.join(dir, entry.name)
+      if (entry.isDirectory()) readdirRecursive(entryPath, callback)
+      else callback(entryPath)
+    }
+  })
+
+// Parse command-line arguments
+let ignoreCase = false, recursive = false, invert = false, gunzip = false
+let pattern
+const files = []
+for (const arg of process.argv.slice(2)) {
+  switch (arg) {
+    case '-i':
+      ignoreCase = true
+      break
+    case '-r':
+      recursive = true
+      break
+    case '-v':
+      invert = true
+      break
+    case '-z':
+      gunzip = true
+      break
+    default:
+      // The first non-flag argument is a pattern to search for.
+      // The rest are files (or directories, if -r is used).
+      if (pattern) files.push(arg)
+      else pattern = arg
+  }
+}
+if (!pattern) throw new Error('Syntax: node grep.js [-i] [-r] [-v] [-z] pattern ...files')
+
+// TODO: implement grep

package.json

+{
+  "name": "@cs11-async/grep",
+  "version": "1.0.0",
+  "description": "CS 11 Asynchronous Programming - Grep",
+  "scripts": {
+    "test": "ava --verbose tests/test.js"
+  },
+  "repository": {
+    "type": "git",
+    "url": "git@gitlab.caltech.edu:cs11-async/grep.git"
+  },
+  "license": "MIT",
+  "devDependencies": {
+    "ava": "^3.5.0"
+  }
+}

tests/files/independence.txt

+When in the Course of human events,
+it becomes necessary for one people
+to dissolve the political bands
+which have connected them with another,
+and to assume among the powers of the earth,
+the separate and equal station to which
+the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them,
+a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires
+that they should declare the causes
+which impel them to the separation.

tests/files/richard-iii/1/1/1.txt

+Now is the winter of our discontent
+Made glorious summer by this son of York ,
+And all the clouds that loured upon our house
+In the deep bosom of the ocean buried .
+Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ,
+Our bruisèd arms hung up for monuments ,
+Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings ,
+Our dreadful marches to delightful measures .
+Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front ;
+And now , instead of mounting barbèd steeds
+To fright the souls of fearful adversaries ,
+He capers nimbly in a lady’s chamber
+To the lascivious pleasing of a lute .
+But I , that am not shaped for sportive tricks ,
+Nor made to court an amorous looking glass ;
+I , that am rudely stamped and want love’s majesty
+To strut before a wanton ambling nymph ;
+I , that am curtailed of this fair proportion ,
+Cheated of feature by dissembling nature ,
+Deformed , unfinished , sent before my time
+Into this breathing world scarce half made up ,
+And that so lamely and unfashionable
+That dogs bark at me as I halt by them —
+Why , I , in this weak piping time of peace ,
+Have no delight to pass away the time ,
+Unless to see my shadow in the sun
+And descant on mine own deformity .
+And therefore , since I cannot prove a lover
+To entertain these fair well-spoken days ,
+I am determinèd to prove a villain
+And hate the idle pleasures of these days .
+Plots have I laid , inductions dangerous ,
+By drunken prophecies , libels , and dreams ,
+To set my brother Clarence and the King
+In deadly hate , the one against the other ;
+And if King Edward be as true and just
+As I am subtle , false , and treacherous ,
+This day should Clarence closely be mewed up
+About a prophecy which says that “ G ”
+Of Edward’s heirs the murderer shall be .
+Dive , thoughts , down to my soul . Here Clarence comes .
+Brother , good day . What means this armèd guard
+That waits upon your Grace ?
+His Majesty ,
+Tend’ring my person’s safety , hath appointed
+This conduct to convey me to the Tower .
+Upon what cause ?
+Because my name is George .
+Alack , my lord , that fault is none of yours .
+He should , for that , commit your godfathers .
+O , belike his Majesty hath some intent
+That you should be new christened in the Tower .
+But what’s the matter , Clarence ? May I know ?
+Yea , Richard , when I know , for I protest
+As yet I do not . But , as I can learn ,
+He hearkens after prophecies and dreams ,
+And from the crossrow plucks the letter G ,
+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 .
+These , as I learn , and such like toys as these
+Hath moved his Highness to commit me now .
+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 .
+Was it not she and that good man of worship ,
+Anthony Woodeville , her brother there ,
+That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower ,
+From whence this present day he is delivered ?
+We are not safe , Clarence ; we are not safe .
+By heaven , I think there is no man secure
+But the Queen’s kindred and night-walking heralds
+That trudge betwixt the King and Mistress Shore .
+Heard you not what an humble suppliant
+Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery ?
+Humbly complaining to her Deity
+Got my Lord Chamberlain his liberty .
+I’ll tell you what : I think it is our way ,
+If we will keep in favor with the King ,
+To be her men and wear her livery .
+The jealous o’erworn widow and herself ,
+Since that our brother dubbed them gentlewomen ,
+Are mighty gossips in our monarchy .
+I beseech your Graces both to pardon me .
+His Majesty hath straitly given in charge
+That no man shall have private conference ,
+Of what degree soever , with your brother .
+Even so . An please your Worship , Brakenbury ,
+You may partake of anything we say .
+We speak no treason , man . We say the King
+Is wise and virtuous , and his noble queen
+Well struck in years , fair , and not jealous .
+We say that Shore’s wife hath a pretty foot ,
+A cherry lip , a bonny eye , a passing pleasing tongue ,
+And that the Queen’s kindred are made gentlefolks .
+How say you , sir ? Can you deny all this ?
+With this , my lord , myself have naught to do .
+Naught to do with Mistress Shore ? I tell thee , fellow ,
+He that doth naught with her , excepting one ,
+Were best to do it secretly , alone .
+I do beseech your Grace to pardon me , and withal
+Forbear your conference with the noble duke .
+We know thy charge , Brakenbury , and will obey .
+We are the Queen’s abjects and must obey . —
+Brother , farewell . I will unto the King ,
+And whatsoe’er you will employ me in ,
+Were it to call King Edward’s widow “ sister , ”
+I will perform it to enfranchise you .
+Meantime , this deep disgrace in brotherhood
+Touches me deeper than you can imagine .
+I know it pleaseth neither of us well .
+Well , your imprisonment shall not be long .
+I will deliver you or else lie for you .
+Meantime , have patience .
+I must , perforce . Farewell .
+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 ,
+If heaven will take the present at our hands .
+But who comes here ? The new-delivered Hastings ?
+Good time of day unto my gracious lord .
+As much unto my good Lord Chamberlain .
+Well are you welcome to the open air .
+How hath your Lordship brooked imprisonment ?
+With patience , noble lord , as prisoners must .
+But I shall live , my lord , to give them thanks
+That were the cause of my imprisonment .
+No doubt , no doubt ; and so shall Clarence too ,
+For they that were your enemies are his
+And have prevailed as much on him as you .
+More pity that the eagles should be mewed ,
+Whiles kites and buzzards prey at liberty .
+What news abroad ?
+No news so bad abroad as this at home :
+The King is sickly , weak , and melancholy ,
+And his physicians fear him mightily .
+Now , by Saint John , that news is bad indeed .
+O , he hath kept an evil diet long ,
+And overmuch consumed his royal person .
+’Tis very grievous to be thought upon .
+Where is he , in his bed ?
+He is .
+Go you before , and I will follow you .
+He cannot live , I hope , and must not die
+Till George be packed with post-horse up to heaven .
+I’ll in to urge his hatred more to Clarence
+With lies well steeled with weighty arguments ,
+And , if I fail not in my deep intent ,
+Clarence hath not another day to live ;
+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 killed her husband and her father ?
+The readiest way to make the wench amends
+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 .
+But yet I run before my horse to market .
+Clarence still breathes ; Edward still lives and reigns .
+When they are gone , then must I count my gains .
+Set down , set down your honorable load ,
+If honor may be shrouded in a hearse ,
+Whilst I awhile obsequiously lament
+Th’ 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 slaughtered son ,
+Stabbed by the selfsame hand that made these wounds .
+Lo , in these windows that let forth 
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tests/files/richard-iii/1/1/2.txt

+thy life
+I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes .
+O , cursèd be the hand that made these holes ;
+Cursèd the heart that had the heart to do it ;
+Cursèd the blood that let this blood from hence .
+More direful hap betide that hated wretch
+That makes us wretched by the death of thee
+Than I can wish to wolves , to spiders , toads ,
+Or any creeping venomed thing that lives .
+If ever he have child , abortive be it ,
+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 .
+If ever he have wife , let her be made
+More miserable by the death of him
+Than I am made by my young lord and thee . —
+Come now towards Chertsey with your holy load ,
+Taken from Paul’s to be interrèd there .
+And still , as you are weary of this weight ,
+Rest you , whiles I lament King Henry’s corse .
+Stay , you that bear the corse , and set it down .
+What black magician conjures up this fiend
+To stop devoted charitable deeds ?
+Villains , set down the corse or , by Saint Paul ,
+I’ll make a corse of him that disobeys .
+My lord , stand back and let the coffin pass .
+Unmannered dog , stand thou when I command ! —
+Advance thy halberd higher than my breast ,
+Or by Saint Paul I’ll strike thee to my foot
+And spurn upon thee , beggar , for thy boldness .
+What , do you tremble ? Are you all afraid ?
+Alas , I blame you not , for you are mortal ,
+And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil . —
+Avaunt , thou dreadful minister of hell .
+Thou hadst but power over his mortal body ;
+His soul thou canst not have . Therefore begone .
+Sweet saint , for charity , be not so curst .
+Foul devil , for God’s sake , hence , and trouble us not ,
+For thou hast made the happy Earth thy hell ,
+Filled 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
+Open their congealed 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 .
+Thy deeds , inhuman and unnatural ,
+Provokes this deluge most unnatural . —
+O God , which this blood mad’st , revenge his death !
+O Earth , which this blood drink’st , revenge his death !
+Either heaven with lightning strike the murderer dead ,
+Or Earth gape open wide and eat him quick ,
+As thou dost swallow up this good king’s blood ,
+Which his hell-governed arm hath butcherèd .
+Lady , you know no rules of charity ,
+Which renders good for bad , blessings for curses .
+Villain , thou know’st nor law of God nor man .
+No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity .
+But I know none , and therefore am no beast .
+O , wonderful , when devils tell the truth !
+More wonderful , when angels are so angry .
+Vouchsafe , divine perfection of a woman ,
+Of these supposèd crimes to give me leave
+By circumstance but to acquit myself .
+Vouchsafe , defused infection of a man ,
+Of these known evils but to give me leave
+By circumstance to curse thy cursèd self .
+Fairer than tongue can name thee , let me have
+Some patient leisure to excuse myself .
+Fouler than heart can think thee , thou canst make
+No excuse current but to hang thyself .
+By such despair I should accuse myself .
+And by despairing shalt thou stand excused
+For doing worthy vengeance on thyself
+That didst unworthy slaughter upon others .
+Say that I slew them not .
+Then say they were not slain .
+But dead they are , and , devilish slave , by thee .
+I did not kill your husband .
+Why then , he is alive .
+Nay , he is dead , and slain by Edward’s hands .
+In thy foul throat thou liest . Queen Margaret saw
+Thy murd’rous falchion smoking in his blood ,
+The which thou once didst bend against her breast ,
+But that thy brothers beat aside the point .
+I was provokèd by her sland’rous tongue ,
+That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders .
+Thou wast provokèd by thy bloody mind ,
+That never dream’st on aught but butcheries .
+Didst thou not kill this king ?
+I grant you .
+Dost grant me , hedgehog ? Then , God grant me too
+Thou mayst be damnèd for that wicked deed .
+O , he was gentle , mild , and virtuous .
+The better for the King of heaven that hath him .
+He is in heaven , where thou shalt never come .
+Let him thank me , that holp to send him thither ,
+For he was fitter for that place than Earth .
+And thou unfit for any place but hell .
+Yes , one place else , if you will hear me name it .
+Some dungeon .
+Your bedchamber .
+Ill rest betide the chamber where thou liest !
+So will it , madam , till I lie with you .
+I hope so .
+I know so . But , gentle Lady Anne ,
+To leave this keen encounter of our wits
+And fall something into a slower method :
+Is not the causer of the timeless deaths
+Of these Plantagenets , Henry and Edward ,
+As blameful as the executioner ?
+Thou wast the cause and most accursed effect .
+Your beauty was the cause of that effect —
+Your beauty , that did haunt me in my sleep
+To undertake the death of all the world ,
+So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom .
+If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide ,
+These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks .
+These eyes could not endure that beauty’s wrack .
+You should not blemish it , if I stood by .
+As all the world is cheerèd by the sun ,
+So I by that . It is my day , my life .
+Black night o’ershade thy day , and death thy life .
+Curse not thyself , fair creature ; thou art both .
+I would I were , to be revenged on thee .
+It is a quarrel most unnatural
+To be revenged on him that loveth thee .
+It is a quarrel just and reasonable
+To be revenged on him that killed my husband .
+He that bereft thee , lady , of thy husband
+Did it to help thee to a better husband .
+His better doth not breathe upon the earth .
+He lives that loves thee better than he could .
+Name him .
+Plantagenet .
+Why , that was he .
+The selfsame name , but one of better nature .
+Where is he ?
+Here . Why dost thou spit at me ?
+Would it were mortal poison for thy sake .
+Never came poison from so sweet a place .
+Never hung poison on a fouler toad .
+Out of my sight ! Thou dost infect mine eyes .
+Thine eyes , sweet lady , have infected mine .
+Would they were basilisks’ to strike thee dead .
+I would they were , that I might die at once ,
+For now they kill me with a living death .
+Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears ,
+Shamed their aspects with store of childish drops .
+These eyes , which never shed remorseful tear —
+No , when my father York and Edward wept
+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 ,
+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 bedashed with rain — in that sad time ,
+My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear ;
+And what these sorrows could not thence exhale
+Thy beauty hath , and made them blind with weeping .
+I never sued to friend nor enemy ;
+My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word .
+But now thy beauty is proposed my fee ,
+My proud heart sues and prompts my tongue to speak .
+Teach not thy lip such scorn , for it was made
+For kissing , lady , not for such contempt .
+If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive ,
+Lo , here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword ,
+Which if thou please to hide in this true breast
+And let the soul forth that adoreth thee ,
+I lay it naked to the deadly stroke
+And hu
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tests/files/richard-iii/1/1/3/1.txt

+mbly beg the death upon my knee .
+Nay , do not pause , for I did kill King Henry —
+But ’twas thy beauty that provokèd me .
+Nay , now dispatch ; ’twas I that stabbed young Edward —
+But ’twas thy heavenly face that set me on .
+Take up the sword again , or take up me .
+Arise , dissembler . Though I wish thy death ,
+I will not be thy executioner .
+Then bid me kill myself , and I will do it .
+I have already .
+That was in thy rage .
+Speak it again and , even with the word ,
+This hand , which for thy love did kill thy love ,
+Shall for thy love kill a far truer love .
+To both their deaths shalt thou be accessory .
+I would I knew thy heart .
+’Tis figured in my tongue .
+I fear me both are false .
+Then never was man true .
+Well , well , put up your sword .
+Say then my peace is made .
+That shalt thou know hereafter .
+But shall I live in hope ?
+All men I hope live so .
+Vouchsafe to wear this ring .
+To take is not to give .
+Look how my ring encompasseth thy finger ;
+Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart .
+Wear both of them , for both of them are thine .
+And if thy poor devoted servant may
+But beg one favor at thy gracious hand ,
+Thou dost confirm his happiness forever .
+What is it ?
+That it may please you leave these sad designs
+To him that hath most cause to be a mourner ,
+And presently repair to Crosby House ,
+Where , after I have solemnly interred
+At Chertsey monast’ry this noble king
+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 .
+With all my heart , and much it joys me too
+To see you are become so penitent . —
+Tressel and Berkeley , go along with me .
+Bid me farewell .
+’Tis more than you deserve ;
+But since you teach me how to flatter you ,
+Imagine I have said “ farewell ” already .
+Towards Chertsey , noble lord ?
+No , to Whitefriars . There attend my coming .
+Was ever woman in this humor wooed ?
+Was ever woman in this humor won ?
+I’ll have her , but I will not keep her long .
+What , I that killed her husband and his father ,
+To take her in her heart’s extremest hate ,
+With curses in her mouth , tears in her eyes ,
+The bleeding witness of my hatred by ,
+Having God , her conscience , and these bars against me ,
+And I no friends to back my suit at all
+But the plain devil and dissembling looks ?
+And yet to win her , all the world to nothing !
+Ha !
+Hath she forgot already that brave prince ,
+Edward , her lord , whom I some three months since
+Stabbed in my angry mood at Tewkesbury ?
+A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman ,
+Framed in the prodigality of nature ,
+Young , valiant , wise , and , no doubt , right royal ,
+The spacious world cannot again afford .
+And will she yet abase her eyes on me ,
+That cropped the golden prime of this sweet prince
+And made her widow to a woeful bed ?
+On me , whose all not equals Edward’s moiety ?
+On me , that halts and am misshapen thus ?
+My dukedom to a beggarly denier ,
+I do mistake my person all this while !
+Upon my life , she finds , although I cannot ,
+Myself to be a marv’lous proper man .
+I’ll be at charges for a looking glass
+And entertain a score or two of tailors
+To study fashions to adorn my body .
+Since I am crept in favor with myself ,
+I will maintain it with some little cost .
+But first I’ll turn yon fellow in his grave
+And then return lamenting to my love .
+Shine out , fair sun , till I have bought a glass ,
+That I may see my shadow as I pass .
+Have patience , madam . There’s no doubt his Majesty
+Will soon recover his accustomed health .
+In that you brook it ill , it makes him worse .
+Therefore , for God’s sake , entertain good comfort
+And cheer his Grace with quick and merry eyes .
+If he were dead , what would betide on me ?
+No other harm but loss of such a lord .
+The loss of such a lord includes all harms .
+The heavens have blessed you with a goodly son
+To be your comforter when he is gone .
+Ah , he is young , and his minority
+Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloucester ,
+A man that loves not me nor none of you .
+Is it concluded he shall be Protector ?
+It is determined , not concluded yet ;
+But so it must be if the King miscarry .
+Here comes the lord of Buckingham , and Derby .
+Good time of day unto your royal Grace .
+God make your Majesty joyful , as you have been .
+The Countess Richmond , good my lord of Derby ,
+To your good prayer will scarcely say amen .
+Yet , Derby , notwithstanding she’s your wife
+And loves not me , be you , good lord , assured
+I hate not you for her proud arrogance .
+I do beseech you either not believe
+The envious slanders of her false accusers ,
+Or if she be accused on true report ,
+Bear with her weakness , which I think proceeds
+From wayward sickness and no grounded malice .
+Saw you the King today , my lord of Derby ?
+But now the Duke of Buckingham and I
+Are come from visiting his Majesty .
+What likelihood of his amendment , lords ?
+Madam , good hope . His Grace speaks cheerfully .
+God grant him health . Did you confer with him ?
+Ay , madam . He desires to make atonement
+Between the Duke of Gloucester and your brothers ,
+And between them and my Lord Chamberlain ,
+And sent to warn them to his royal presence .
+Would all were well — but that will never be .
+I fear our happiness is at the height .
+They do me wrong , and I will not endure it !
+Who is it that complains unto the King
+That I , forsooth , am stern and love them not ?
+By holy Paul , they love his Grace but lightly
+That fill his ears with such dissentious rumors .
+Because I cannot flatter and look fair ,
+Smile in men’s faces , smooth , deceive , and cog ,
+Duck with French nods and apish courtesy ,
+I must be held a rancorous enemy .
+Cannot a plain man live and think no harm ,
+But thus his simple truth must be abused
+With silken , sly , insinuating Jacks ?
+To who in all this presence speaks your Grace ?
+To thee , that hast nor honesty nor grace .
+When have I injured thee ? When done thee wrong ? —
+Or thee ? — Or thee ? Or any of your faction ?
+A plague upon you all ! His royal Grace ,
+Whom God preserve better than you would wish ,
+Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing while
+But you must trouble him with lewd complaints .
+Brother of Gloucester , you mistake the matter .
+The King , on his own royal disposition ,
+And not provoked by any suitor else ,
+Aiming belike at your interior hatred
+That in your outward action shows itself
+Against my children , brothers , and myself ,
+Makes him to send , that he may learn the ground .
+I cannot tell . The world is grown so bad
+That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch .
+Since every Jack became a gentleman ,
+There’s many a gentle person made a Jack .
+Come , come , we know your meaning , brother Gloucester .
+You envy my advancement , and my friends’ .
+God grant we never may have need of you .
+Meantime God grants that we have need of you .
+Our brother is imprisoned by your means ,
+Myself disgraced , and the nobility
+Held in contempt , while great promotions
+Are daily given to ennoble those
+That scarce some two days since were worth a noble .
+By Him that raised me to this careful height
+From that contented hap which I enjoyed ,
+I never did incense his Majesty
+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 .
+You may deny that you were not the mean
+Of my Lord Hastings’ late imprisonment .
+She may , my lord , for —
+She may , Lord Rivers . Why , who knows not so ?
+She may do more 
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+, sir , than denying that .
+She may help you to many fair preferments
+And then deny her aiding hand therein ,
+And lay those honors on your high desert .
+What may she not ? She may , ay , marry , may she —
+What , marry , may she ?
+What , marry , may she ? Marry with a king ,
+A bachelor , and a handsome stripling too .
+Iwis , your grandam had a worser match .
+My lord of Gloucester , I have too long borne
+Your blunt upbraidings and your bitter scoffs .
+By heaven , I will acquaint his Majesty
+Of those gross taunts that oft I have endured .
+I had rather be a country servant-maid
+Than a great queen with this condition ,
+To be so baited , scorned , and stormèd at .
+Small joy have I in being England’s queen .
+And lessened be that small , God I beseech Him !
+Thy honor , state , and seat is due to me .
+What , threat you me with telling of the King ?
+Tell him and spare not . Look , what I have said ,
+I will avouch ’t in presence of the King ;
+I dare adventure to be sent to th’ Tower .
+’Tis time to speak . My pains are quite forgot .
+Out , devil ! I do remember them too well :
+Thou killed’st my husband Henry in the Tower ,
+And Edward , my poor son , at Tewkesbury .
+Ere you were queen , ay , or your husband king ,
+I was a packhorse in his great affairs ,
+A weeder-out of his proud adversaries ,
+A liberal rewarder of his friends .
+To royalize his blood , I spent mine own .
+Ay , and much better blood than his or thine .
+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
+In Margaret’s battle at Saint Albans slain ?
+Let me put in your minds , if you forget ,
+What you have been ere this , and what you are ;
+Withal , what I have been , and what I am .
+A murd’rous villain , and so still thou art .
+Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick ,
+Ay , and forswore himself — which Jesu pardon ! —
+Which God revenge !
+To fight on Edward’s party for the crown ;
+And for his meed , poor lord , he is mewed up .
+I would to God my heart were flint , like Edward’s ,
+Or Edward’s soft and pitiful , like mine .
+I am too childish-foolish for this world .
+Hie thee to hell for shame , and leave this world ,
+Thou cacodemon ! There thy kingdom is .
+My lord of Gloucester , in those busy days
+Which here you urge to prove us enemies ,
+We followed then our lord , our sovereign king .
+So should we you , if you should be our king .
+If I should be ? I had rather be a peddler .
+Far be it from my heart , the thought thereof .
+As little joy , my lord , as you suppose
+You should enjoy were you this country’s king ,
+As little joy you may suppose in me
+That I enjoy , being the queen thereof .
+As little joy enjoys the queen thereof ,
+For I am she , and altogether joyless .
+I can no longer hold me patient .
+Hear me , you wrangling pirates , that fall out
+In sharing that which you have pilled from me !
+Which of you trembles not that looks on me ?
+If not , that I am queen , you bow like subjects ,
+Yet that , by you deposed , you quake like rebels . —
+Ah , gentle villain , do not turn away .
+Foul , wrinkled witch , what mak’st thou in my sight ?
+But repetition of what thou hast marred .
+That will I make before I let thee go .
+Wert thou not banishèd on pain of death ?
+I was , but I do find more pain in banishment
+Than death can yield me here by my abode .
+A husband and a son thou ow’st to me ;
+And thou a kingdom ; — all of you , allegiance .
+This sorrow that I have by right is yours ,
+And all the pleasures you usurp are mine .
+The curse my noble father laid on thee
+When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper ,
+And with thy scorns drew’st rivers from his eyes ,
+And then , to dry them , gav’st the Duke a clout
+Steeped in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland —
+His curses then , from bitterness of soul
+Denounced against thee , are all fall’n upon thee ,
+And God , not we , hath plagued thy bloody deed .
+So just is God to right the innocent .
+O , ’twas the foulest deed to slay that babe ,
+And the most merciless that e’er was heard of !
+Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported .
+No man but prophesied revenge for it .
+Northumberland , then present , wept to see it .
+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 ?
+Did York’s dread curse prevail so much with heaven
+That Henry’s death , my lovely Edward’s death ,
+Their kingdom’s loss , my woeful banishment ,
+Should all but answer for that peevish brat ?
+Can curses pierce the clouds and enter heaven ?
+Why then , give way , dull clouds , to my quick curses !
+Though not by war , by surfeit die your king ,
+As ours by murder to make him a king .
+Edward thy son , that now is Prince of Wales ,
+For Edward our son , that was Prince of Wales ,
+Die in his youth by like untimely violence .
+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 death
+And see another , as I see thee now ,
+Decked in thy rights , as thou art stalled in mine .
+Long die thy happy days before thy death ,
+And , after many lengthened hours of grief ,
+Die neither mother , wife , nor England’s queen . —
+Rivers and Dorset , you were standers-by ,
+And so wast thou , Lord Hastings , when my son
+Was stabbed with bloody daggers . God I pray Him
+That none of you may live his natural age ,
+But by some unlooked accident cut off .
+Have done thy charm , thou hateful , withered hag .
+And leave out thee ? Stay , dog , for thou shalt hear me .
+If heaven have any grievous plague in store
+Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee ,
+O , let them keep it till thy sins be ripe
+And then hurl down their indignation
+On thee , the troubler of the poor world’s peace .
+The worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul .
+Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv’st ,
+And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends .
+No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine ,
+Unless it be while some tormenting dream
+Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils .
+Thou elvish-marked , abortive , rooting hog ,
+Thou that wast sealed in thy nativity
+The slave of nature and the son of hell ,
+Thou slander of thy heavy mother’s womb ,
+Thou loathèd issue of thy father’s loins ,
+Thou rag of honor , thou detested —
+Margaret .
+Richard !
+Ha ?
+I call thee not .
+I cry thee mercy , then , for I did think
+That thou hadst called me all these bitter names .
+Why , so I did , but looked for no reply .
+O , let me make the period to my curse !
+’Tis done by me and ends in “ Margaret . ”
+Thus have you breathed your curse against yourself .
+Poor painted queen , vain flourish of my fortune ,
+Why strew’st thou sugar on that bottled spider ,
+Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about ?
+Fool , fool , thou whet’st a knife to kill thyself .
+The day will come that thou shalt wish for me
+To help thee curse this poisonous bunch-backed toad .
+False-boding woman , end thy frantic curse ,
+Lest to thy harm thou move our patience .
+Foul shame upon you , you have all moved mine .
+Were you well served , you would be taught your duty .
+To serve me well , you all should do me duty :
+Teach me to be your queen , and you my subjects .
+O , serve me well , and teach yourselves that duty !
+Dispute not with her ; she is lunatic .
+Peace , Master Marquess , you are malapert .
+Your fire-new stamp of honor is scarce current .
+O , that your young nobility could judge
+What ’twere to lose it and be miserable !
+They that stand high have many blas
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+ts to shake them ,
+And if they fall , they dash themselves to pieces .
+Good counsel , marry . — Learn it , learn it , marquess .
+It touches you , my lord , as much as me .
+Ay , and much more ; but I was born so high .
+Our aerie buildeth in the cedar’s top ,
+And dallies with the wind and scorns the sun .
+And turns the sun to shade . Alas , alas ,
+Witness my son , now in the shade of death ,
+Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath
+Hath in eternal darkness folded up .
+Your aerie buildeth in our aerie’s nest .
+O God , that seest it , do not suffer it !
+As it is won with blood , lost be it so .
+Peace , peace , for shame , if not for charity .
+Urge neither charity nor shame to me .
+Uncharitably with me have you dealt ,
+And shamefully my hopes by you are butchered .
+My charity is outrage , life my shame ,
+And in that shame still live my sorrows’ rage .
+Have done , have done .
+O princely Buckingham , I’ll kiss thy hand
+In sign of league and amity with thee .
+Now fair befall thee and thy noble house !
+Thy garments are not spotted with our blood ,
+Nor thou within the compass of my curse .
+Nor no one here , for curses never pass
+The lips of those that breathe them in the air .
+I will not think but they ascend the sky ,
+And there awake God’s gentle sleeping peace .
+O Buckingham , take heed of yonder dog !
+Look when he fawns , he bites ; and when he bites ,
+His venom tooth will rankle to the death .
+Have not to do with him . Beware of him .
+Sin , death , and hell have set their marks on him ,
+And all their ministers attend on him .
+What doth she say , my lord of Buckingham ?
+Nothing that I respect , my gracious lord .
+What , dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel ,
+And soothe the devil that I warn thee from ?
+O , but remember this another day ,
+When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow ,
+And say poor Margaret was a prophetess . —
+Live each of you the subjects to his hate ,
+And he to yours , and all of you to God’s .
+My hair doth stand an end to hear her curses .
+And so doth mine . I muse why she’s at liberty .
+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 .
+I never did her any , to my knowledge .
+Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong .
+I was too hot to do somebody good
+That is too cold in thinking of it now .
+Marry , as for Clarence , he is well repaid ;
+He is franked up to fatting for his pains .
+God pardon them that are the cause thereof .
+A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion
+To pray for them that have done scathe to us .
+So do I ever — being well advised ,
+For had I cursed now , I had cursed myself .
+Madam , his Majesty doth call for you , —
+And for your Grace , — and yours , my gracious lords .
+Catesby , I come . — Lords , will you go with me ?
+We wait upon your Grace .
+I do the wrong and first begin to brawl .
+The secret mischiefs that I set abroach
+I lay unto the grievous charge of others .
+Clarence , who I indeed have cast in darkness ,
+I do beweep to many simple gulls ,
+Namely , to Derby , Hastings , Buckingham ,
+And tell them ’tis the Queen and her allies
+That stir the King against the Duke my brother .
+Now they believe it and withal whet me
+To be revenged on Rivers , Dorset , Grey ;
+But then I sigh and , with a piece of scripture ,
+Tell them that God bids us do good for evil ;
+And thus I clothe my naked villainy
+With odd old ends stol’n forth of Holy Writ ,
+And seem a saint when most I play the devil .
+But soft , here come my executioners . —
+How now , my hardy , stout , resolvèd mates ?
+Are you now going to dispatch this thing ?
+We are , my lord , and come to have the warrant
+That we may be admitted where he is .
+Well thought upon . I have it here about me .
+When you have done , repair to Crosby Place .
+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 .
+Tut , tut , my lord , we will not stand to prate .
+Talkers are no good doers . Be assured
+We go to use our hands and not our tongues .
+Your eyes drop millstones when fools’ eyes fall tears .
+I like you lads . About your business straight .
+Go , go , dispatch .
+We will , my noble lord .
+Why looks your Grace so heavily today ?
+O , I have passed a miserable night ,
+So full of fearful dreams , of ugly sights ,
+That , as I am a Christian faithful man ,
+I would not spend another such a night
+Though ’twere to buy a world of happy days ,
+So full of dismal terror was the time .
+What was your dream , my lord ? I pray you tell me .
+Methoughts that I had broken from the Tower
+And was embarked to cross to Burgundy ,
+And in my company my brother Gloucester ,
+Who from my cabin tempted me to walk
+Upon the hatches . Thence we looked toward England
+And cited up a thousand heavy times ,
+During the wars of York and Lancaster ,
+That had befall’n us . As we paced along
+Upon the giddy footing of the hatches ,
+Methought that Gloucester stumbled , and in falling
+Struck me , that thought to stay him , overboard
+Into the tumbling billows of the main .
+O Lord , methought what pain it was to drown ,
+What dreadful noise of waters in my ears ,
+What sights of ugly death within my eyes .
+Methoughts I saw a thousand fearful wracks ,
+A thousand men that fishes gnawed upon ,
+Wedges of gold , great anchors , heaps of pearl ,
+Inestimable stones , unvalued jewels ,
+All scattered in the bottom of the sea .
+Some lay in dead men’s skulls , and in the holes
+Where eyes did once inhabit , there were crept —
+As ’twere in scorn of eyes — reflecting gems ,
+That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep
+And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by .
+Had you such leisure in the time of death
+To gaze upon these secrets of the deep ?
+Methought I had , and often did I strive
+To yield the ghost , but still the envious flood
+Stopped in my soul and would not let it forth
+To find the empty , vast , and wand’ring air ,
+But smothered it within my panting bulk ,
+Who almost burst to belch it in the sea .
+Awaked you not in this sore agony ?
+No , no , my dream was lengthened after life .
+O , then began the tempest to my soul .
+I passed , methought , the melancholy flood ,
+With that sour ferryman which poets write of ,
+Unto the kingdom of perpetual night .
+The first that there did greet my stranger-soul
+Was my great father-in-law , renownèd Warwick ,
+Who spake aloud “ What scourge for perjury
+Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ? ”
+And so he vanished . Then came wand’ring by
+A shadow like an angel , with bright hair
+Dabbled in blood , and he shrieked out aloud
+“ Clarence is come — false , fleeting , perjured Clarence ,
+That stabbed me in the field by Tewkesbury .
+Seize on him , furies . Take him unto torment . ”
+With that , methoughts , a legion of foul fiends
+Environed me and howlèd in mine ears
+Such hideous cries that with the very noise
+I trembling waked , and for a season after
+Could not believe but that I was in hell ,
+Such terrible impression made my dream .
+No marvel , lord , though it affrighted you .
+I am afraid , methinks , to hear you tell it .
+Ah keeper , keeper , I have done these things ,
+That now give evidence against my soul ,
+For Edward’s sake , and see how he requites me . —
+O God , if my deep prayers cannot appease thee ,
+But thou wilt be avenged on my misdeeds ,
+Yet execute thy wrath in me alone !
+O , spare my guiltless wife and my poor children ! —
+Keeper , I prithee sit by me awhile .
+My soul is heavy , a
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+nd I fain would sleep .
+I will , my lord . God give your Grace good rest .
+Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours ,
+Makes the night morning , and the noontide night .
+Princes have but their titles for their glories ,
+An outward honor for an inward toil ,
+And , for unfelt imaginations ,
+They often feel a world of restless cares ,
+So that between their titles and low name
+There’s nothing differs but the outward fame .
+Ho , who’s here ?
+What wouldst thou , fellow ? And how cam’st thou hither ?
+I would speak with Clarence , and I came hither on my legs .
+What , so brief ?
+’Tis better , sir , than to be tedious . — Let him see our commission , and talk no more .
+I am in this commanded to deliver
+The noble Duke of Clarence to your hands .
+I will not reason what is meant hereby
+Because I will be guiltless from the meaning .
+There lies the Duke asleep , and there the keys .
+I’ll to the King and signify to him
+That thus I have resigned to you my charge .
+You may , sir . ’Tis a point of wisdom . Fare you well .
+What , shall I stab him as he sleeps ?
+No . He’ll say ’twas done cowardly , when he wakes .
+Why , he shall never wake until the great Judgment Day .
+Why , then he’ll say we stabbed him sleeping .
+The urging of that word “ judgment ” hath bred a kind of remorse in me .
+What , art thou afraid ?
+Not to kill him , having a warrant , but to be damned for killing him , from the which no warrant can defend me .
+I thought thou hadst been resolute .
+So I am — to let him live .
+I’ll back to the Duke of Gloucester and tell him so .
+Nay , I prithee stay a little . I hope this passionate humor of mine will change . It was wont to hold me but while one tells twenty .
+How dost thou feel thyself now ?
+Faith , some certain dregs of conscience are yet within me .
+Remember our reward when the deed’s done .
+Zounds , he dies ! I had forgot the reward .
+Where’s thy conscience now ?
+O , in the Duke of Gloucester’s purse .
+When he opens his purse to give us our reward , thy conscience flies out .
+’Tis no matter . Let it go . There’s few or none will entertain it .
+What if it come to thee again ?
+I’ll not meddle with it . It makes a man a coward : a man cannot steal but it accuseth him ; a man cannot swear but it checks him ; a man cannot lie with his neighbor’s wife but it detects him . ’Tis a blushing , shamefaced spirit that mutinies in a man’s bosom . It fills a man full of obstacles . It made me once restore a purse of gold that by chance I found . It beggars any man that keeps it . It is turned out of towns and cities for a dangerous thing , and every man that means to live well endeavors to trust to himself and live without it .
+Zounds , ’tis even now at my elbow , persuading me not to kill the Duke .
+Take the devil in thy mind , and believe him not . He would insinuate with thee but to make thee sigh .
+I am strong-framed . He cannot prevail with me .
+Spoke like a tall man that respects thy reputation . Come , shall we fall to work ?
+Take him on the costard with the hilts of thy sword , and then throw him into the malmsey butt in the next room .
+O , excellent device — and make a sop of him !
+Soft , he wakes .
+Strike !
+No , we’ll reason with him .
+Where art thou , keeper ? Give me a cup of wine .
+You shall have wine enough , my lord , anon .
+In God’s name , what art thou ?
+A man , as you are .
+But not , as I am , royal .
+Nor you , as we are , loyal .
+Thy voice is thunder , but thy looks are humble .
+My voice is now the King’s , my looks mine own .
+How darkly and how deadly dost thou speak !
+Your eyes do menace me . Why look you pale ?
+Who sent you hither ? Wherefore do you come ?
+To , to , to —
+To murder me ?
+Ay , ay .
+You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so
+And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it .
+Wherein , my friends , have I offended you ?
+Offended us you have not , but the King .
+I shall be reconciled to him again .
+Never , my lord . Therefore prepare to die .
+Are you drawn forth among a world of men
+To slay the innocent ? What is my offense ?
+Where is the evidence that doth accuse me ?
+What lawful quest have given their verdict up
+Unto the frowning judge ? Or who pronounced
+The bitter sentence of poor Clarence’ death
+Before I be convict by course of law ?
+To threaten me with death is most unlawful .
+I charge you , as you hope to have redemption ,
+By Christ’s dear blood shed for our grievous sins ,
+That you depart , and lay no hands on me .
+The deed you undertake is damnable .
+What we will do , we do upon command .
+And he that hath commanded is our king .
+Erroneous vassals , the great King of kings
+Hath in the table of His law commanded
+That thou shalt do no murder . Will you then
+Spurn at His edict and fulfill a man’s ?
+Take heed , for He holds vengeance in His hand
+To hurl upon their heads that break His law .
+And that same vengeance doth He hurl on thee
+For false forswearing and for murder too .
+Thou didst receive the sacrament to fight
+In quarrel of the House of Lancaster .
+And , like a traitor to the name of God ,
+Didst break that vow , and with thy treacherous blade
+Unrippedst the bowels of thy sovereign’s son .
+Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and defend .
+How canst thou urge God’s dreadful law to us
+When thou hast broke it in such dear degree ?
+Alas ! For whose sake did I that ill deed ?
+For Edward , for my brother , for his sake .
+He sends you not to murder me for this ,
+For in that sin he is as deep as I .
+If God will be avengèd for the deed ,
+O , know you yet He doth it publicly !
+Take not the quarrel from His powerful arm ;
+He needs no indirect or lawless course
+To cut off those that have offended Him .
+Who made thee then a bloody minister
+When gallant-springing , brave Plantagenet ,
+That princely novice , was struck dead by thee ?
+My brother’s love , the devil , and my rage .
+Thy brother’s love , our duty , and thy faults
+Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee .
+If you do love my brother , hate not me .
+I am his brother , and I love him well .
+If you are hired for meed , go back again ,
+And I will send you to my brother Gloucester ,
+Who shall reward you better for my life
+Than Edward will for tidings of my death .
+You are deceived . Your brother Gloucester hates you .
+O no , he loves me , and he holds me dear .
+Go you to him from me .
+Ay , so we will .
+Tell him , when that our princely father York
+Blessed his three sons with his victorious arm ,
+He little thought of this divided friendship .
+Bid Gloucester think of this , and he will weep .
+Ay , millstones , as he lessoned us to weep .
+O , do not slander him , for he is kind .
+Right , as snow in harvest . Come , you deceive yourself .
+’Tis he that sends us to destroy you here .
+It cannot be , for he bewept my fortune ,
+And hugged me in his arms , and swore with sobs
+That he would labor my delivery .
+Why , so he doth , when he delivers you
+From this Earth’s thralldom to the joys of heaven .
+Make peace with God , for you must die , my lord .
+Have you that holy feeling in your souls
+To counsel me to make my peace with God ,
+And are you yet to your own souls so blind
+That you will war with God by murd’ring me ?
+O sirs , consider : they that set you on
+To do this deed will hate you for the deed .
+What shall we do ?
+Relent , and save your souls .
+Which of you — if you were a prince’s son
+Being pent from liberty , as I am now —
+If two such murderers as yourselves came to you ,
+Would not entreat for life ? Ay , you would beg ,
+Were you in my distress .
+Relent ? No . ’Tis cowardly and wom
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+anish .
+Not to relent is beastly , savage , devilish .
+My friend , I spy some pity in thy looks .
+O , if thine eye be not a flatterer ,
+Come thou on my side and entreat for me .
+A begging prince what beggar pities not ?
+Look behind you , my lord .
+Take that , and that . If all this will not do ,
+I’ll drown you in the malmsey butt within .
+A bloody deed , and desperately dispatched .
+How fain , like Pilate , would I wash my hands
+Of this most grievous murder .
+How now ? What mean’st thou that thou help’st me not ?
+By heavens , the Duke shall know how slack you have been .
+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 .
+So do not I . Go , coward as thou art .
+Well , I’ll go hide the body in some hole
+Till that the Duke give order for his burial .
+And when I have my meed , I will away ,
+For this will out , and then I must not stay .
+Why , so . Now have I done a good day’s work .
+You peers , continue this united league .
+I every day expect an embassage
+From my Redeemer to redeem me hence ,
+And more in peace my soul shall part to heaven
+Since I have made my friends at peace on Earth .
+Rivers and Hastings , take each other’s hand .
+Dissemble not your hatred . Swear your love .
+By heaven , my soul is purged from grudging hate ,
+And with my hand I seal my true heart’s love .
+So thrive I as I truly swear the like .
+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 .
+So prosper I as I swear perfect love .
+And I as I love Hastings with my heart .
+Madam , yourself is not exempt from this , —
+Nor you , son Dorset , — Buckingham , nor you .
+You have been factious one against the other . —
+Wife , love Lord Hastings . Let him kiss your hand ,
+And what you do , do it unfeignedly .
+There , Hastings , I will never more remember
+Our former hatred , so thrive I and mine .
+Dorset , embrace him . — Hastings , love Lord Marquess .
+This interchange of love , I here protest ,
+Upon my part shall be inviolable .
+And so swear I .
+Now , princely Buckingham , seal thou this league
+With thy embracements to my wife’s allies
+And make me happy in your unity .
+Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate
+Upon your Grace , but with all duteous love
+Doth cherish you and yours , God punish me
+With hate in those where I expect most love .
+When I have most need to employ a friend ,
+And most assurèd that he is a friend ,
+Deep , hollow , treacherous , and full of guile
+Be he unto me : this do I beg of God ,
+When I am cold in love to you or yours .
+A pleasing cordial , princely Buckingham ,
+Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart .
+There wanteth now our brother Gloucester here
+To make the blessèd period of this peace .
+And in good time
+Here comes Sir Richard Ratcliffe and the Duke .
+Good morrow to my sovereign king and queen ,
+And , princely peers , a happy time of day .
+Happy indeed , as we have spent the day .
+Gloucester , we have done deeds of charity ,
+Made peace of enmity , fair love of hate ,
+Between these swelling , wrong-incensèd peers .
+A blessèd labor , my most sovereign lord .
+Among this princely heap , if any here
+By false intelligence or wrong surmise
+Hold me a foe ,
+If I unwittingly , or in my rage ,
+Have aught committed that is hardly borne
+By any in this presence , I desire
+To reconcile me to his friendly peace .
+’Tis death to me to be at enmity ;
+I hate it , and desire all good men’s love .
+First , madam , I entreat true peace of you ,
+Which I will purchase with my duteous service ; —
+Of you , my noble cousin Buckingham ,
+If ever any grudge were lodged between us ; —
+Of you and you , Lord Rivers and of Dorset ,
+That all without desert have frowned on me ; —
+Of you , Lord Woodeville and Lord Scales ; — of you ,
+Dukes , earls , lords , gentlemen ; indeed , of all .
+I do not know that Englishman alive
+With whom my soul is any jot at odds
+More than the infant that is born tonight .
+I thank my God for my humility .
+A holy day shall this be kept hereafter .
+I would to God all strifes were well compounded .
+My sovereign lord , I do beseech your Highness
+To take our brother Clarence to your grace .
+Why , madam , have I offered love for this ,
+To be so flouted in this royal presence ?
+Who knows not that the gentle duke is dead ?
+You do him injury to scorn his corse .
+Who knows not he is dead ! Who knows he is ?
+All-seeing heaven , what a world is this !
+Look I so pale , Lord Dorset , as the rest ?
+Ay , my good lord , and no man in the presence
+But his red color hath forsook his cheeks .
+Is Clarence dead ? The order was reversed .
+But he , poor man , by your first order died ,
+And that a wingèd Mercury did bear .
+Some tardy cripple bare the countermand ,
+That came too lag to see him burièd .
+God grant that some , less noble and less loyal ,
+Nearer in bloody thoughts , and not in blood ,
+Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did ,
+And yet go current from suspicion .
+A boon , my sovereign , for my service done .
+I prithee , peace . My soul is full of sorrow .
+I will not rise unless your Highness hear me .
+Then say at once what is it thou requests .
+The forfeit , sovereign , of my servant’s life ,
+Who slew today a riotous gentleman
+Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolk .
+Have I a tongue to doom my brother’s death ,
+And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave ?
+My brother killed no man ; his fault was thought ,
+And yet his punishment was bitter death .
+Who sued to me for him ? Who , in my wrath ,
+Kneeled at my feet , and bade me be advised ?
+Who spoke of brotherhood ? Who spoke of love ?
+Who told me how the poor soul did forsake
+The mighty Warwick and did fight for me ?
+Who told me , in the field at Tewkesbury ,
+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
+Frozen almost to death , how he did lap me
+Even in his garments and did give himself ,
+All thin and naked , to the numb-cold night ?
+All this from my remembrance brutish wrath
+Sinfully plucked , and not a man of you
+Had so much grace to put it in my mind .
+But when your carters or your waiting vassals
+Have done a drunken slaughter and defaced
+The precious image of our dear Redeemer ,
+You straight are on your knees for pardon , pardon ,
+And I , unjustly too , must grant it you .
+But for my brother , not a man would speak ,
+Nor I , ungracious , speak unto myself
+For him , poor soul . The proudest of you all
+Have been beholding to him in his life ,
+Yet none of you would once beg for his life .
+O God , I fear Thy justice will take hold
+On me and you , and mine and yours for this ! —
+Come , Hastings , help me to my closet . —
+Ah , poor Clarence .
+This is the fruits of rashness . Marked you not
+How that the guilty kindred of the Queen
+Looked pale when they did hear of Clarence’ death ?
+O , they did urge it still unto the King .
+God will revenge it . Come , lords , will you go
+To comfort Edward with our company ?
+We wait upon your Grace .
+Good grandam , tell us , is our father dead ?
+No , boy .
+Why do you weep so oft , and beat your breast ,
+And cry “ O Clarence , my unhappy son ” ?
+Why do you look on us and shake your head ,
+And call us orphans , wretches , castaways ,
+If that our noble father were alive ?
+My pretty cousins , you mistake me both .
+I do lament the sickness of the King ,
+As loath to lose him , not your father’s death .
+It were lost sor
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+row to wail one that’s lost .
+Then , you conclude , my grandam , he is dead .
+The King mine uncle is to blame for it .
+God will revenge it , whom I will importune
+With earnest prayers , all to that effect .
+And so will I .
+Peace , children , peace . The King doth love you well .
+Incapable and shallow innocents ,
+You cannot guess who caused your father’s death .
+Grandam , we can , for my good uncle Gloucester
+Told me the King , provoked to it by the Queen ,
+Devised impeachments to imprison him ;
+And when my uncle told me so , he wept ,
+And pitied me , and kindly kissed my cheek ,
+Bade me rely on him as on my father ,
+And he would love me dearly as a child .
+Ah , that deceit should steal such gentle shape ,
+And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice .
+He is my son , ay , and therein my shame ,
+Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit .
+Think you my uncle did dissemble , grandam ?
+Ay , boy .
+I cannot think it . Hark , what noise is this ?
+Ah , who shall hinder me to wail and weep ,
+To chide my fortune and torment myself ?
+I’ll join with black despair against my soul
+And to myself become an enemy .
+What means this scene of rude impatience ?
+To make an act of tragic violence .
+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-wingèd souls may catch the King’s ,
+Or , like obedient subjects , follow him
+To his new kingdom of ne’er-changing night .
+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 lived with looking on his images ;
+But now two mirrors of his princely semblance
+Are cracked 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 ,
+But death hath snatched my husband from mine arms
+And plucked two crutches from my feeble hands ,
+Clarence and Edward . O , what cause have I ,
+Thine being but a moiety of my moan ,
+To overgo thy woes and drown thy cries !
+Ah , aunt , you wept not for our father’s death .
+How can we aid you with our kindred tears ?
+Our fatherless distress was left unmoaned .
+Your widow-dolor likewise be unwept !
+Give me no help in lamentation .
+I am not barren to bring forth complaints .
+All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes ,
+That I , being governed by the watery moon ,
+May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world .
+Ah , for my husband , for my dear lord Edward !
+Ah , for our father , for our dear lord Clarence !
+Alas for both , both mine , Edward and Clarence !
+What stay had I but Edward ? And he’s gone .
+What stay had we but Clarence ? And he’s gone .
+What stays had I but they ? And they are gone .
+Was never widow had so dear a loss .
+Were never orphans had so dear a loss .
+Was never mother had so dear a loss .
+Alas , I am the mother of these griefs .
+Their woes are parceled ; mine is 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 distressed ,
+Pour all your tears . I am your sorrow’s nurse ,
+And I will pamper it with lamentation .
+Comfort , dear mother . God is much displeased
+That you take with unthankfulness His doing .
+In common worldly things , ’tis called 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 .
+Madam , bethink you , like a careful mother ,
+Of the young prince your son . Send straight for him .
+Let him be crowned . In him your comfort lives .
+Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward’s grave
+And plant your joys in living Edward’s throne .
+Sister , have comfort . All of us have cause
+To wail the dimming of our shining star ,
+But none can help our harms by wailing them . —
+Madam my mother , I do cry you mercy ;
+I did not see your Grace . Humbly on my knee
+I crave your blessing .
+God bless thee , and put meekness in thy breast ,
+Love , charity , obedience , and true duty .
+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 .
+You cloudy princes and heart-sorrowing peers
+That bear this heavy mutual 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 rancor of your high-swoll’n hates ,
+But lately splintered , knit , and joined together ,
+Must gently be preserved , cherished , and kept .
+Meseemeth good that with some little train
+Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be fet
+Hither to London , to be crowned our king .
+Why “ with some little train , ” my lord of Buckingham ?
+Marry , my lord , lest by a multitude
+The new-healed wound of malice should break out ,
+Which would be so much the more dangerous
+By how much the estate is green and yet ungoverned .
+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 .
+I hope the King made peace with all of us ;
+And the compact is firm and true in me .
+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 ,
+Which haply by much company might be urged .
+Therefore I say with noble Buckingham
+That it is meet so few should fetch the Prince .
+And so say I .
+Then be it so , and go we to determine
+Who they shall be that straight shall post to Ludlow . —
+Madam , and you , my sister , will you go
+To give your censures in this business ?
+My lord , whoever journeys to the Prince ,
+For God’s sake let not us two stay at home .
+For by the way I’ll sort occasion ,
+As index to the story we late talked of ,
+To part the Queen’s proud kindred from the Prince .
+My other self , my council’s consistory ,
+My oracle , my prophet , my dear cousin ,
+I , as a child , will go by thy direction .
+Toward Ludlow then , for we’ll not stay behind .
+Good morrow , neighbor , whither away so fast ?
+I promise you I scarcely know myself .
+Hear you the news abroad ?
+Yes , that the King is dead .
+Ill news , by ’r Lady . Seldom comes the better .
+I fear , I fear , ’twill prove a giddy world .
+Neighbors , God speed .
+Give you good morrow , sir .
+Doth the news hold of good King Edward’s death ?
+Ay , sir , it is too true , God help the while .
+Then , masters , look to see a troublous world .
+No , no , by God’s good grace , his son shall reign .
+Woe to that land that’s governed by a child .
+In him there is a hope of government ,
+Which , in his nonage , council under him ,
+And , in his full and ripened years , himself ,
+No doubt shall then , and till then , govern well .
+So stood the state when Henry the Sixth
+Was crowned in Paris but at nine months old .
+Stood the state so ? No , no , good friends , God wot ,
+For then this land was famously enriched
+With politic grave counsel ; then the King
+Had virtuous uncles to protect his Grace .
+Why , so hath this , both by his father and mother .
+Better it were they all came by his father ,
+Or by his father there were none at all ,
+For emulation who shall now be nearest
+Will touch us all too near if God prevent not .
+O , full of dang
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+er is the Duke of Gloucester ,
+And the Queen’s sons and brothers haught and proud ,
+And were they to be ruled , and not to rule ,
+This sickly land might solace as before .
+Come , come , we fear the worst . All will be well .
+When clouds are seen , wise men put on their cloaks ;
+When great leaves fall , then winter is at hand ;
+When the sun sets , who doth not look for night ?
+Untimely storms makes men expect a dearth .
+All may be well ; but if God sort it so ,
+’Tis more than we deserve or I expect .
+Truly , the hearts of men are full of fear .
+You cannot reason almost with a man
+That looks not heavily and full of dread .
+Before the days of change , still is it so .
+By a divine instinct , men’s minds mistrust
+Ensuing danger , as by proof we see
+The water swell before a boist’rous storm .
+But leave it all to God . Whither away ?
+Marry , we were sent for to the Justices .
+And so was I . I’ll bear you company .
+Last night , I hear , they lay at Stony Stratford ,
+And at Northampton they do rest tonight .
+Tomorrow or next day they will be here .
+I long with all my heart to see the Prince .
+I hope he is much grown since last I saw him .
+But I hear no ; they say my son of York
+Has almost overta’en him in his growth .
+Ay , mother , but I would not have it so .
+Why , my good cousin ? It is good to grow .
+Grandam , one night as we did sit at supper ,
+My uncle Rivers talked how I did grow
+More than my brother . “ Ay , ” quoth my uncle Gloucester ,
+“ Small herbs have grace ; great weeds do grow apace . ”
+And since , methinks I would not grow so fast
+Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste .
+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 his rule were true , he should be gracious .
+And so no doubt he is , my gracious madam .
+I hope he is , but yet let mothers doubt .
+Now , by my troth , if I had been remembered ,
+I could have given my uncle’s Grace a flout
+To touch his growth nearer than he touched mine .
+How , my young York ? I prithee let me hear it .
+Marry , they say my uncle grew so fast
+That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old .
+’Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth .
+Grandam , this would have been a biting jest .
+I prithee , pretty York , who told thee this ?
+Grandam , his nurse .
+His nurse ? Why , she was dead ere thou wast born .
+If ’twere not she , I cannot tell who told me .
+A parlous boy ! Go to , you are too shrewd .
+Good madam , be not angry with the child .
+Pitchers have ears .
+Here comes a messenger . — What news ?
+Such news , my lord , as grieves me to report .
+How doth the Prince ?
+Well , madam , and in health .
+What is thy news ?
+Lord Rivers and Lord Grey are sent to Pomfret ,
+And , with them , Sir Thomas Vaughan , prisoners .
+Who hath committed them ?
+The mighty dukes , Gloucester and Buckingham .
+For what offense ?
+The sum of all I can , I have disclosed .
+Why , or for what , the nobles were committed
+Is all unknown to me , my gracious lord .
+Ay me ! I see the ruin of my house .
+The tiger now hath seized the gentle hind .
+Insulting tyranny begins to jut
+Upon the innocent and aweless throne .
+Welcome , destruction , blood , and massacre .
+I see , as in a map , the end of all .
+Accursèd and unquiet wrangling days ,
+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 tossed
+For me to joy , and weep , their gain and loss .
+And being seated , and domestic broils
+Clean overblown , themselves the conquerors
+Make war upon themselves , brother to brother ,
+Blood to blood , self against self . O , preposterous
+And frantic outrage , end thy damnèd spleen ,
+Or let me die , to look on Earth no more .
+Come , come , my boy . We will to sanctuary . —
+Madam , farewell .
+Stay , I will go with you .
+You have no cause .
+My gracious lady , go ,
+And thither bear your treasure and your goods .
+For my part , I’ll resign unto your Grace
+The seal I keep ; and so betide to me
+As well I tender you and all of yours .
+Go . I’ll conduct you to the sanctuary .
+Welcome , sweet prince , to London , to your chamber .
+Welcome , dear cousin , my thoughts’ sovereign .
+The weary way hath made you melancholy .
+No , uncle , but our crosses on the way
+Have made it tedious , wearisome , and heavy .
+I want more uncles here to welcome me .
+Sweet prince , the untainted virtue of your years
+Hath not yet dived into the world’s deceit ;
+Nor more can you distinguish of a man
+Than of his outward show , which , God He knows ,
+Seldom or never jumpeth with the heart .
+Those uncles which you want were dangerous .
+Your Grace attended to their sugared words
+But looked not on the poison of their hearts .
+God keep you from them , and from such false friends .
+God keep me from false friends , but they were none .
+My lord , the Mayor of London comes to greet you .
+God bless your Grace with health and happy days .
+I thank you , good my lord , and thank you all . —
+I thought my mother and my brother York
+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 !
+And in good time here comes the sweating lord .
+Welcome , my lord . What , will our mother come ?
+On what occasion God He knows , not I ,
+The Queen your mother and your brother York
+Have taken sanctuary . The tender prince
+Would fain have come with me to meet your Grace ,
+But by his mother was perforce withheld .
+Fie , what an indirect and peevish course
+Is this of hers ! — Lord Cardinal , will your Grace
+Persuade the Queen to send the Duke of York
+Unto his princely brother presently ? —
+If she deny , Lord Hastings , go with him ,
+And from her jealous arms pluck him perforce .
+My lord of Buckingham , if my weak oratory
+Can from his mother win the Duke of York ,
+Anon expect him here ; but if she be obdurate
+To mild entreaties , God in heaven forbid
+We should infringe the holy privilege
+Of blessèd sanctuary ! Not for all this land
+Would I be guilty of so deep a sin .
+You are too senseless obstinate , my lord ,
+Too ceremonious and traditional .
+Weigh it but with the grossness of this age ,
+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 .
+This prince hath neither claimed it nor deserved it
+And therefore , in mine opinion , cannot have it .
+Then taking him from thence that is not there ,
+You break no privilege nor charter there .
+Oft have I heard of sanctuary men ,
+But sanctuary children , never till now .
+My lord , you shall o’errule my mind for once . —
+Come on , Lord Hastings , will you go with me ?
+I go , my lord .
+Good lords , make all the speedy haste you may .
+Say , uncle Gloucester , if our brother come ,
+Where shall we sojourn till our coronation ?
+Where it seems best unto your royal self .
+If I may counsel you , some day or two
+Your Highness shall repose you at the Tower ;
+Then where you please and shall be thought most fit
+For your best health and recreation .
+I do not like the Tower , of any place . —
+Did Julius Caesar build that place , my lord ?
+He did , my gracious lord , begin that place ,
+Which , since , succeeding ages have re-edified .
+Is it upon record , or else reported
+Successively from age to age , he built it ?
+Upon record , my gracious lord .
+But say , my lord , it were not registered ,
+Methink
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+s the truth should live from age to age ,
+As ’twere retailed to all posterity ,
+Even to the general all-ending day .
+So wise so young , they say , do never live long .
+What say you , uncle ?
+I say , without characters fame lives long .
+Thus , like the formal Vice , Iniquity ,
+I moralize two meanings in one word .
+That Julius Caesar was a famous man .
+With what his valor did enrich his wit ,
+His wit set down to make his valor live .
+Death makes no conquest of this conqueror ,
+For now he lives in fame , though not in life .
+I’ll tell you what , my cousin Buckingham —
+What , my gracious lord ?
+An if I live until I be a man ,
+I’ll win our ancient right in France again
+Or die a soldier , as I lived a king .
+Short summers lightly have a forward spring .
+Now in good time here comes the Duke of York .
+Richard of York , how fares our loving brother ?
+Well , my dread lord — so must I call you now .
+Ay , brother , to our grief , as it is yours .
+Too late he died that might have kept that title ,
+Which by his death hath lost much majesty .
+How fares our cousin , noble lord of 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 .
+He hath , my lord .
+And therefore is he idle ?
+O my fair cousin , I must not say so .
+Then he is more beholding to you than I .
+He may command me as my sovereign ,
+But you have power in me as in a kinsman .
+I pray you , uncle , give me this dagger .
+My dagger , little cousin ? With all my heart .
+A beggar , brother ?
+Of my kind uncle , that I know will give ,
+And being but a toy , which is no grief to give .
+A greater gift than that I’ll give my cousin .
+A greater gift ? O , that’s the sword to it .
+Ay , gentle cousin , were it light enough .
+O , then I see you will part but with light gifts .
+In weightier things you’ll say a beggar nay .
+It is too heavy for your Grace to wear .
+I weigh it lightly , were it heavier .
+What , would you have my weapon , little lord ?
+I would , that I might thank you as you call me .
+How ?
+Little .
+My lord of York will still be cross in talk .
+Uncle , your Grace knows how to bear with him .
+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 ,
+He thinks that you should bear me on your shoulders .
+With what a sharp-provided wit he reasons !
+To mitigate the scorn he gives his uncle ,
+He prettily and aptly taunts himself .
+So cunning and so young is wonderful .
+My lord , will ’t please you pass along ?
+Myself and my good cousin Buckingham
+Will to your mother , to entreat of her
+To meet you at the Tower and welcome you .
+What , will you go unto the Tower , my lord ?
+My Lord Protector needs will have it so .
+I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower .
+Why , what should you fear ?
+Marry , my uncle Clarence’ angry ghost .
+My grandam told me he was murdered there .
+I fear no uncles dead .
+Nor none that live , I hope .
+An if they live , I hope I need not fear .
+But come , my lord . With a heavy heart ,
+Thinking on them , go I unto the Tower .
+Think you , my lord , this little prating York
+Was not incensèd by his subtle mother
+To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously ?
+No doubt , no doubt . O , ’tis a parlous boy ,
+Bold , quick , ingenious , forward , capable .
+He is all the mother’s , from the top to toe .
+Well , let them rest . — Come hither , Catesby .
+Thou art sworn as deeply to effect what we intend
+As closely to conceal what we impart .
+Thou knowest our reasons , urged upon the way .
+What thinkest thou ? Is it not an easy matter
+To make William Lord Hastings of our mind
+For the installment of this noble duke
+In the seat royal of this famous isle ?
+He , for his father’s sake , so loves the Prince
+That he will not be won to aught against him .
+What think’st thou then of Stanley ? Will not he ?
+He will do all in all as Hastings doth .
+Well then , no more but this : go , gentle Catesby ,
+And , as it were far off , sound thou Lord Hastings
+How he doth stand affected to our purpose
+And summon him tomorrow to the Tower
+To sit about the coronation .
+If thou dost find him tractable to us ,
+Encourage him and tell him all our reasons .
+If he be leaden , icy , cold , unwilling ,
+Be thou so too , and so break off the talk ,
+And give us notice of his inclination ;
+For we tomorrow hold divided councils ,
+Wherein thyself shalt highly be employed .
+Commend me to Lord William . Tell him , Catesby ,
+His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries
+Tomorrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle ,
+And bid my lord , for joy of this good news ,
+Give Mistress Shore one gentle kiss the more .
+Good Catesby , go effect this business soundly .
+My good lords both , with all the heed I can .
+Shall we hear from you , Catesby , ere we sleep ?
+You shall , my lord .
+At Crosby House , there shall you find us both .
+Now , my lord , what shall we do if we perceive
+Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots ?
+Chop off his head . Something we will determine .
+And look when I am king , claim thou of me
+The earldom of Hereford , and all the movables
+Whereof the King my brother was possessed .
+I’ll claim that promise at your Grace’s hand .
+And look to have it yielded with all kindness .
+Come , let us sup betimes , that afterwards
+We may digest our complots in some form .
+My lord , my lord .
+Who knocks ?
+One from the Lord Stanley .
+What is ’t o’clock ?
+Upon the stroke of four .
+Cannot my Lord Stanley sleep these tedious nights ?
+So it appears by that I have to say .
+First , he commends him to your noble self .
+What then ?
+Then certifies your Lordship that this night
+He dreamt the boar had razèd off his helm .
+Besides , he says there are two councils kept ,
+And that may be determined at the one
+Which may make you and him to rue at th’ other .
+Therefore he sends to know your Lordship’s pleasure ,
+If you will presently take horse with him
+And with all speed post with him toward the north
+To shun the danger that his soul divines .
+Go , fellow , go . Return unto thy lord .
+Bid him not fear the separated council .
+His Honor and myself are at the one ,
+And at the other is my good friend Catesby ,
+Where nothing can proceed that toucheth us
+Whereof I shall not have intelligence .
+Tell him his fears are shallow , without instance .
+And for his dreams , I wonder he’s so simple
+To trust the mock’ry of unquiet slumbers .
+To fly the boar before the boar pursues
+Were to incense the boar to follow us
+And make pursuit where he did mean no chase .
+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 .
+I’ll go , my lord , and tell him what you say .
+Many good morrows to my noble lord .
+Good morrow , Catesby . You are early stirring .
+What news , what news in this our tott’ring state ?
+It is a reeling world indeed , my lord ,
+And I believe will never stand upright
+Till Richard wear the garland of the realm .
+How “ wear the garland ” ? Dost thou mean the crown ?
+Ay , my good lord .
+I’ll have this crown of mine cut from my shoulders
+Before I’ll see the crown so foul misplaced .
+But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it ?
+Ay , on my life , and hopes to find you forward
+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 .
+Indeed , I am no mourner for that news ,
+Because they have been still my adversaries .
+But that I’ll gi
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+ve 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 .
+God keep your Lordship in that gracious mind .
+But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month hence ,
+That they which brought me in my master’s hate ,
+I live to look upon their tragedy .
+Well , Catesby , ere a fortnight make me older
+I’ll send some packing that yet think not on ’t .
+’Tis a vile thing to die , my gracious lord ,
+When men are unprepared and look not for it .
+O monstrous , monstrous ! And so falls it out
+With Rivers , Vaughan , Grey ; and so ’twill do
+With some men else that think themselves as safe
+As thou and I , who , as thou know’st , are dear
+To princely Richard and to Buckingham .
+The Princes both make high account of you —
+For they account his head upon the Bridge .
+I know they do , and I have well deserved it .
+Come on , come on . Where is your boar-spear , man ?
+Fear you the boar and go so unprovided ?
+My lord , good morrow . — Good morrow , Catesby . —
+You may jest on , but , by the Holy Rood ,
+I do not like these several councils , I .
+My lord , I hold my life as dear as you do yours ,
+And never in my days , I do protest ,
+Was it so precious to me as ’tis now .
+Think you but that I know our state secure ,
+I would be so triumphant as I am ?
+The lords at Pomfret , when they rode from London ,
+Were jocund and supposed their states were sure ,
+And they indeed had no cause to mistrust ;
+But yet you see how soon the day o’ercast .
+This sudden stab of rancor I misdoubt .
+Pray God , I say , I prove a needless coward !
+What , shall we toward the Tower ? The day is spent .
+Come , come . Have with you . Wot you what , my lord ?
+Today the lords you talked of are beheaded .
+They , for their truth , might better wear their heads
+Than some that have accused them wear their hats .
+But come , my lord , let’s away .
+Go on before . I’ll talk with this good fellow .
+How now , sirrah ? How goes the world with thee ?
+The better that your Lordship please to ask .
+I tell thee , man , ’tis better with me now
+Than when thou met’st me last where now we meet .
+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 ,
+And I in better state than e’er I was .
+God hold it , to your Honor’s good content !
+Gramercy , fellow . There , drink that for me .
+I thank your Honor .
+Well met , my lord . I am glad to see your Honor .
+I thank thee , good Sir John , with all my heart .
+I am in your debt for your last exercise .
+Come the next sabbath , and I will content you .
+I’ll wait upon your Lordship .
+What , talking with a priest , Lord Chamberlain ?
+Your friends at Pomfret , they do need the priest ;
+Your Honor hath no shriving work in hand .
+Good faith , and when I met this holy man ,
+The men you talk of came into my mind .
+What , go you toward the Tower ?
+I do , my lord , but long I cannot stay there .
+I shall return before your Lordship thence .
+Nay , like enough , for I stay dinner there .
+And supper too , although thou know’st it not . —
+Come , will you go ?
+I’ll wait upon your Lordship .
+Sir Richard Ratcliffe , let me tell thee this :
+Today shalt thou behold a subject die
+For truth , for duty , and for loyalty .
+God bless the Prince from all the pack of you !
+A knot you are of damnèd bloodsuckers .
+You live that shall cry woe for this hereafter .
+Dispatch . The limit of your lives is out .
+O Pomfret , Pomfret ! O thou bloody prison ,
+Fatal and ominous to noble peers !
+Within the guilty closure of thy walls ,
+Richard the Second here was hacked to death ,
+And , for more slander to thy dismal seat ,
+We give to thee our guiltless blood to drink .
+Now Margaret’s curse is fall’n upon our heads ,
+When she exclaimed on Hastings , you , and I ,
+For standing by when Richard stabbed her son .
+Then cursed she Richard . Then cursed she Buckingham .
+Then cursed she Hastings . O , remember , God ,
+To hear her prayer for them as now for us !
+And for my sister and her princely sons ,
+Be satisfied , dear God , with our true blood ,
+Which , as thou know’st , unjustly must be spilt .
+Make haste . The hour of death is expiate .
+Come , Grey . Come , Vaughan . Let us here embrace .
+Farewell until we meet again in heaven .
+Now , noble peers , the cause why we are met
+Is to determine of the coronation .
+In God’s name , speak . When is the royal day ?
+Is all things ready for the royal time ?
+It is , and wants but nomination .
+Tomorrow , then , I judge a happy day .
+Who knows the Lord Protector’s mind herein ?
+Who is most inward with the noble duke ?
+Your Grace , we think , should soonest know his mind .
+We know each other’s faces ; for our hearts ,
+He knows no more of mine than I of yours ,
+Or I of his , my lord , than you of mine . —
+Lord Hastings , you and he are near in love .
+I thank his Grace , I know he loves me well .
+But for his purpose in the coronation ,
+I have not sounded him , nor he delivered
+His gracious pleasure any way therein .
+But you , my honorable lords , may name the time ,
+And in the Duke’s behalf I’ll give my voice ,
+Which I presume he’ll take in gentle part .
+In happy time here comes the Duke himself .
+My noble lords and cousins all , good morrow .
+I have been long a sleeper ; but I trust
+My absence doth neglect no great design
+Which by my presence might have been concluded .
+Had you not come upon your cue , my lord ,
+William Lord Hastings had pronounced your part —
+I mean your voice for crowning of the King .
+Than my Lord Hastings no man might be bolder .
+His Lordship knows me well and loves me well . —
+My lord of Ely , when I was last in Holborn
+I saw good strawberries in your garden there ;
+I do beseech you , send for some of them .
+Marry and will , my lord , with all my heart .
+Cousin of Buckingham , a word with you .
+Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business
+And finds the testy gentleman so hot
+That he will lose his head ere give consent
+His master’s child , as worshipfully he terms it ,
+Shall lose the royalty of England’s throne .
+Withdraw yourself awhile . I’ll go with you .
+We have not yet set down this day of triumph .
+Tomorrow , in my judgment , is too sudden ,
+For I myself am not so well provided
+As else I would be , were the day prolonged .
+Where is my lord the Duke of Gloucester ?
+I have sent for these strawberries .
+His Grace looks cheerfully and smooth this morning .
+There’s some conceit or other likes him well
+When that he bids good morrow with such spirit .
+I think there’s never a man in Christendom
+Can lesser hide his love or hate than he ,
+For by his face straight shall you know his heart .
+What of his heart perceive you in his face
+By any livelihood he showed today ?
+Marry , that with no man here he is offended ,
+For were he , he had shown it in his looks .
+I pray you all , tell me what they deserve
+That do conspire my death with devilish plots
+Of damnèd witchcraft , and that have prevailed
+Upon my body with their hellish charms ?
+The tender love I bear your Grace , my lord ,
+Makes me most forward in this princely presence
+To doom th’ offenders , whosoe’er they be .
+I say , my lord , they have deservèd death .
+Then be your eyes the witness of their evil .
+Look how I am bewitched ! Behold mine arm
+Is like a blasted sapling withered up ;
+And this is Edward’s wife , that monstrous witch ,
+Consorted with that harlot , strumpet Shore ,
+That by their witchcraft thus have markèd me .
+If they have done this deed , m
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+y noble lord —
+If ? Thou protector of this damnèd strumpet ,
+Talk’st thou to me of “ ifs ” ? Thou art a traitor . —
+Off with his head . Now by Saint Paul I swear
+I will not dine until I see the same . —
+Lovell and Ratcliffe , look that it be done . —
+The rest that love me , rise and follow me .
+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 ,
+And I did scorn it and disdain to fly .
+Three times today my foot-cloth horse did stumble ,
+And started when he looked upon the Tower ,
+As loath to bear me to the slaughterhouse .
+O , now I need the priest that spake to me !
+I now repent I told the pursuivant ,
+As too triumphing , how mine enemies
+Today at Pomfret bloodily were butchered ,
+And I myself secure in grace and favor .
+O Margaret , Margaret , now thy heavy curse
+Is lighted on poor Hastings’ wretched head .
+Come , come , dispatch . The Duke would be at dinner .
+Make a short shrift . He longs to see your head .
+O momentary grace of mortal men ,
+Which we more hunt for than the grace of God !
+Who builds his hope in air of your good looks
+Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast ,
+Ready with every nod to tumble down
+Into the fatal bowels of the deep .
+Come , come , dispatch . ’Tis bootless to exclaim .
+O bloody Richard ! Miserable England ,
+I prophesy the fearfull’st time to thee
+That ever wretched age hath looked upon . —
+Come , lead me to the block . Bear him my head .
+They smile at me who shortly shall be dead .
+Come , cousin , canst thou quake and change thy color ,
+Murder thy breath in middle of a word ,
+And then again begin , and stop again ,
+As if thou were distraught and mad with terror ?
+Tut , I can counterfeit the deep tragedian ,
+Speak , and look back , and pry on every side ,
+Tremble and start at wagging of a straw ,
+Intending deep suspicion . Ghastly looks
+Are at my service , like enforcèd smiles ,
+And both are ready , in their offices ,
+At any time to grace my stratagems .
+But what , is Catesby gone ?
+He is ; and see he brings the Mayor along .
+Lord Mayor —
+Look to the drawbridge there !
+Hark , a drum !
+Catesby , o’erlook the walls .
+Lord Mayor , the reason we have sent —
+Look back ! Defend thee ! Here are enemies .
+God and our innocence defend and guard us !
+Be patient . They are friends , Ratcliffe and Lovell .
+Here is the head of that ignoble traitor ,
+The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings .
+So dear I loved the man that I must weep .
+I took him for the plainest harmless creature
+That breathed upon the Earth a Christian ;
+Made him my book , wherein my soul recorded
+The history of all her secret thoughts .
+So smooth he daubed his vice with show of virtue
+That , his apparent open guilt omitted —
+I mean his conversation with Shore’s wife —
+He lived from all attainder of suspects .
+Well , well , he was the covert’st sheltered traitor
+That ever lived . —
+Would you imagine , or almost believe ,
+Were ’t not that by great preservation
+We live to tell it , that the subtle traitor
+This day had plotted , in the council house ,
+To murder me and my good lord of Gloucester ?
+Had he done so ?
+What , think you we are Turks or infidels ?
+Or that we would , against the form of law ,
+Proceed thus rashly in the villain’s death ,
+But that the extreme peril of the case ,
+The peace of England , and our persons’ safety
+Enforced us to this execution ?
+Now fair befall you ! He deserved his death ,
+And your good Graces both have well proceeded
+To warn false traitors from the like attempts .
+I never looked for better at his hands
+After he once fell in with Mistress Shore .
+Yet had we not determined he should die
+Until your Lordship came to see his end
+( Which now the loving haste of these our friends ,
+Something against our meanings , have prevented ) ,
+Because , my lord , I would have had you heard
+The traitor speak and timorously confess
+The manner and the purpose of his treasons ,
+That you might well have signified the same
+Unto the citizens , who haply may
+Misconster us in him , and wail his death .
+But , my good lord , your Graces’ words shall serve
+As well as I had seen and heard him speak ;
+And do not doubt , right noble princes both ,
+But I’ll acquaint our duteous citizens
+With all your just proceedings in this case .
+And to that end we wished your Lordship here ,
+T’ avoid the censures of the carping world .
+Which since you come too late of our intent ,
+Yet witness what you hear we did intend .
+And so , my good Lord Mayor , we bid farewell .
+Go after , after , cousin Buckingham .
+The Mayor towards Guildhall hies him in all post .
+There , at your meetest vantage of the time ,
+Infer the bastardy of Edward’s children .
+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 termèd so .
+Moreover , urge his hateful luxury
+And bestial appetite in change of lust ,
+Which stretched unto their servants , daughters , wives ,
+Even where his raging eye or savage heart ,
+Without control , lusted to make a prey .
+Nay , for a need , thus far come near my person :
+Tell them when that my mother went with child
+Of that insatiate Edward , noble York
+My princely father then had wars in France ,
+And , by true computation of the time ,
+Found that the issue was not his begot ,
+Which well appearèd in his lineaments ,
+Being nothing like the noble duke my father .
+Yet touch this sparingly , as ’twere far off ,
+Because , my lord , you know my mother lives .
+Doubt not , my lord . I’ll play the orator
+As if the golden fee for which I plead
+Were for myself . And so , my lord , adieu .
+If you thrive well , bring them to Baynard’s Castle ,
+Where you shall find me well accompanied
+With reverend fathers and well-learnèd bishops .
+I go ; and towards three or four o’clock
+Look for the news that the Guildhall affords .
+Go , Lovell , with all speed to Doctor Shaa .
+Go thou to Friar Penker . Bid them both
+Meet me within this hour at Baynard’s Castle .
+Now will I go to take some privy order
+To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight ,
+And to give order that no manner person
+Have any time recourse unto the Princes .
+Here is the indictment of the good Lord Hastings ,
+Which in a set hand fairly is engrossed ,
+That it may be today read o’er in Paul’s .
+And mark how well the sequel hangs together :
+Eleven hours I have spent to write it over ,
+For yesternight by Catesby was it sent me ;
+The precedent was full as long a-doing ,
+And yet within these five hours Hastings lived ,
+Untainted , unexamined , free , at liberty .
+Here’s a good world the while ! Who is so gross
+That cannot see this palpable device ?
+Yet who so bold but says he sees it not ?
+Bad is the world , and all will come to naught
+When such ill dealing must be seen in thought .
+How now , how now ? What say the citizens ?
+Now , by the holy mother of our Lord ,
+The citizens are mum , say not a word .
+Touched you the bastardy of Edward’s children ?
+I did ; with his contract with Lady Lucy
+And his contract by deputy in France ;
+Th’ unsatiate greediness of his desire
+And his enforcement of the city wives ;
+His tyranny for trifles ; his own bastardy ,
+As being got , your father then in France ,
+And his resemblance being not like the Duke .
+Withal , I did infer your lineaments ,
+Being the right idea of your father ,
+Both in your form and nobleness of mind ;
+Laid open all your victories in Scotland ,
+Your discipline in war , wisdom in peace ,
+Your b
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+ounty , virtue , fair humility ;
+Indeed , left nothing fitting for your purpose
+Untouched or slightly handled in discourse .
+And when mine oratory drew toward end ,
+I bid them that did love their country’s good
+Cry “ God save Richard , England’s royal king ! ”
+And did they so ?
+No . So God help me , they spake not a word
+But , like dumb statues or breathing stones ,
+Stared each on other and looked deadly pale ;
+Which when I saw , I reprehended them
+And asked the Mayor what meant this willful silence .
+His answer was , the people were not used
+To be spoke to but by the Recorder .
+Then he was urged to tell my tale again :
+“ Thus saith the Duke . Thus hath the Duke inferred ” —
+But nothing spoke in warrant from himself .
+When he had done , some followers of mine own ,
+At lower end of the hall , hurled up their caps ,
+And some ten voices cried “ God save King Richard ! ”
+And thus I took the vantage of those few .
+“ Thanks , gentle citizens and friends , ” quoth I .
+“ This general applause and cheerful shout
+Argues your wisdoms and your love to Richard ” —
+And even here brake off and came away .
+What tongueless blocks were they ! Would they not speak ?
+Will not the Mayor then and his brethren come ?
+The Mayor is here at hand . Intend some fear ;
+Be not you spoke with but by mighty suit .
+And look you get a prayer book in your hand
+And stand between two churchmen , good my lord ,
+For on that ground I’ll make a holy descant .
+And be not easily won to our requests .
+Play the maid’s part : still answer “ nay , ” and take it .
+I go . An if you plead as well for them
+As I can say “ nay ” to thee for myself ,
+No doubt we bring it to a happy issue .
+Go , go , up to the leads . The Lord Mayor knocks .
+Welcome , my lord . I dance attendance here .
+I think the Duke will not be spoke withal .
+Now , Catesby , what says your lord to my request ?
+He doth entreat your Grace , my noble lord ,
+To visit him tomorrow or next day .
+He is within , with two right reverend fathers ,
+Divinely bent to meditation ,
+And in no worldly suits would he be moved
+To draw him from his holy exercise .
+Return , good Catesby , to the gracious duke .
+Tell him myself , the Mayor , and aldermen ,
+In deep designs , in matter of great moment
+No less importing than our general good ,
+Are come to have some conference with his Grace .
+I’ll signify so much unto him straight .
+Ah ha , my lord , this prince is not an Edward !
+He is not lolling on a lewd love-bed ,
+But on his knees at meditation ;
+Not dallying with a brace of courtesans ,
+But meditating with two deep divines ;
+Not sleeping , to engross his idle body ,
+But praying , to enrich his watchful soul .
+Happy were England would this virtuous prince
+Take on his Grace the sovereignty thereof .
+But sure I fear we shall not win him to it .
+Marry , God defend his Grace should say us nay .
+I fear he will . Here Catesby comes again .
+Now , Catesby , what says his Grace ?
+He wonders to what end you have assembled
+Such troops of citizens to come to him ,
+His Grace not being warned thereof before .
+He fears , my lord , you mean no good to him .
+Sorry I am my noble cousin should
+Suspect me that I mean no good to him .
+By heaven , we come to him in perfect love ,
+And so once more return and tell his Grace .
+When holy and devout religious men
+Are at their beads , ’tis much to draw them thence ,
+So sweet is zealous contemplation .
+See where his Grace stands , ’tween two clergymen .
+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 ,
+True ornaments to know a holy man . —
+Famous Plantagenet , most gracious prince ,
+Lend favorable ear to our requests ,
+And pardon us the interruption
+Of thy devotion and right Christian zeal .
+My lord , there needs no such apology .
+I do beseech your Grace to pardon me ,
+Who , earnest in the service of my God ,
+Deferred the visitation of my friends .
+But , leaving this , what is your Grace’s pleasure ?
+Even that , I hope , which pleaseth God above
+And all good men of this ungoverned isle .
+I do suspect I have done some offense
+That seems disgracious in the city’s eye ,
+And that you come to reprehend my ignorance .
+You have , my lord . Would it might please your Grace ,
+On our entreaties , to amend your fault .
+Else wherefore breathe I in a Christian land ?
+Know , then , it is your fault that you resign
+The supreme seat , the throne majestical ,
+The sceptered office of your ancestors ,
+Your state of fortune , and your due of birth ,
+The lineal glory of your royal house ,
+To the corruption of a blemished stock ,
+Whiles in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts ,
+Which here we waken to our country’s good ,
+The noble isle doth want her proper limbs —
+Her face defaced with scars of infamy ,
+Her royal stock graft with ignoble plants ,
+And almost shouldered in the swallowing gulf
+Of dark forgetfulness and deep oblivion ;
+Which to recure , we heartily solicit
+Your gracious self to take on you the charge
+And kingly government of this your land ,
+Not as Protector , steward , substitute ,
+Or lowly factor for another’s gain ,
+But as successively , from blood to blood ,
+Your right of birth , your empery , your own .
+For this , consorted with the citizens ,
+Your very worshipful and loving friends ,
+And by their vehement instigation ,
+In this just cause come I to move your Grace .
+I cannot tell if to depart in silence
+Or bitterly to speak in your reproof
+Best fitteth my degree or your condition .
+If not to answer , you might haply think
+Tongue-tied ambition , not replying , yielded
+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 seasoned with your faithful love to me ,
+Then on the other side I checked my friends .
+Therefore , to speak , and to avoid the first ,
+And then , in speaking , not to incur the last ,
+Definitively thus I answer you :
+Your love deserves my thanks , but my desert
+Unmeritable shuns your high request .
+First , if all obstacles were cut away
+And that my path were even to the crown
+As the ripe revenue and due of birth ,
+Yet so much is my poverty of spirit ,
+So mighty and so many my defects ,
+That I would rather hide me from my greatness ,
+Being a bark to brook no mighty sea ,
+Than in my greatness covet to be hid
+And in the vapor of my glory smothered .
+But , God be thanked , there is no need of me ,
+And much I need to help you , were there need .
+The royal tree hath left us royal fruit ,
+Which , mellowed by the stealing hours of time ,
+Will well become the seat of majesty ,
+And make , no doubt , us happy by his reign .
+On him I lay that you would lay on me ,
+The right and fortune of his happy stars ,
+Which God defend that I should wring from him .
+My lord , this argues conscience in your Grace ,
+But the respects thereof are nice and trivial ,
+All circumstances well considerèd .
+You say that Edward is your brother’s son ;
+So say we too , but not by Edward’s wife .
+For first was he contract to Lady Lucy —
+Your mother lives a witness to his vow —
+And afterward by substitute betrothed
+To Bona , sister to the King of France .
+These both put off , a poor petitioner ,
+A care-crazed mother to a many sons ,
+A beauty-waning and distressèd widow ,
+Even in the afternoon of her best days ,
+Made prize and purchase of his wanton eye ,
+Seduced the pitch and height of his degree
+To base declension and loathed bigamy .
+By her in his unlawful bed he got
+This Edward , whom our manner
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+s call “ the Prince . ”
+More bitterly could I expostulate ,
+Save that , for reverence to some alive ,
+I give a sparing limit to my tongue .
+Then , good my lord , take to your royal self
+This proffered benefit of dignity ,
+If not to bless us and the land withal ,
+Yet to draw forth your noble ancestry
+From the corruption of abusing times
+Unto a lineal , true-derivèd course .
+Do , good my lord . Your citizens entreat you .
+Refuse not , mighty lord , this proffered love .
+O , make them joyful . Grant their lawful suit .
+Alas , why would you heap this care on me ?
+I am unfit for state and majesty .
+I do beseech you , take it not amiss ;
+I cannot , nor I will not , yield to you .
+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
+And gentle , kind , effeminate remorse ,
+Which we have noted in you to your kindred
+And equally indeed to all estates —
+Yet know , whe’er you accept our suit or no ,
+Your brother’s son shall never reign our king ,
+But we will plant some other in the throne ,
+To the disgrace and downfall of your house .
+And in this resolution here we leave you . —
+Come , citizens . Zounds , I’ll entreat no more .
+O , do not swear , my lord of Buckingham !
+Call him again , sweet prince . Accept their suit .
+If you deny them , all the land will rue it .
+Will you enforce me to a world of cares ?
+Call them again . I am not made of stones ,
+But penetrable to your kind entreaties ,
+Albeit against my conscience and my soul .
+Cousin of Buckingham and sage , grave men ,
+Since you will buckle Fortune on my back ,
+To bear her burden , whe’er I will or no ,
+I must have patience to endure the load ;
+But if black scandal or foul-faced reproach
+Attend the sequel of your imposition ,
+Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me
+From all the impure blots and stains thereof ,
+For God doth know , and you may partly see ,
+How far I am from the desire of this .
+God bless your Grace ! We see it and will say it .
+In saying so , you shall but say the truth .
+Then I salute you with this royal title :
+Long live Richard , England’s worthy king !
+Amen .
+Tomorrow may it please you to be crowned ?
+Even when you please , for you will have it so .
+Tomorrow , then , we will attend your Grace ,
+And so most joyfully we take our leave .
+Come , let us to our holy work again . —
+Farewell , my cousin . Farewell , gentle friends .
+Who meets us here ? My niece Plantagenet
+Led in the hand of her kind aunt of Gloucester ?
+Now , for my life , she’s wandering to the Tower ,
+On pure heart’s love , to greet the tender prince . —
+Daughter , well met .
+God give your Graces both
+A happy and a joyful time of day .
+As much to you , good sister . Whither away ?
+No farther than the Tower , and , as I guess ,
+Upon the like devotion as yourselves ,
+To gratulate the gentle princes there .
+Kind sister , thanks . We’ll enter all together .
+And in good time here the Lieutenant comes . —
+Master Lieutenant , pray you , by your leave ,
+How doth the Prince and my young son of York ?
+Right well , dear madam . By your patience ,
+I may not suffer you to visit them .
+The King hath strictly charged the contrary .
+The King ? Who’s that ?
+I mean , the Lord Protector .
+The Lord protect him from that kingly title !
+Hath he set bounds between their love and me ?
+I am their mother . Who shall bar me from them ?
+I am their father’s mother . I will see them .
+Their aunt I am in law , in love their mother .
+Then bring me to their sights . I’ll bear thy blame
+And take thy office from thee , on my peril .
+No , madam , no . I may not leave it so .
+I am bound by oath , and therefore pardon me .
+Let me but meet you ladies one hour hence ,
+And I’ll salute your Grace of York as mother
+And reverend looker-on of two fair queens .
+Come , madam , you must straight to Westminster ,
+There to be crownèd Richard’s royal queen .
+Ah , cut my lace asunder
+That my pent heart may have some scope to beat ,
+Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news !
+Despiteful tidings ! O , unpleasing news !
+Be of good cheer , mother . How fares your Grace ?
+O Dorset , speak not to me . Get thee gone .
+Death and destruction dogs thee at thy heels .
+Thy mother’s name is ominous to children .
+If thou wilt outstrip death , go , cross the seas ,
+And live with Richmond , from the reach of hell .
+Go , hie thee , hie thee from this slaughterhouse ,
+Lest thou increase the number of the dead
+And make me die the thrall of Margaret’s curse ,
+Nor mother , wife , nor England’s counted queen .
+Full of wise care is this your counsel , madam .
+Take all the swift advantage of the hours .
+You shall have letters from me to my son
+In your behalf , to meet you on the way .
+Be not ta’en tardy by unwise delay .
+O ill-dispersing wind of misery !
+O my accursèd womb , the bed of death !
+A cockatrice hast thou hatched to the world ,
+Whose unavoided eye is murderous .
+Come , madam , come . I in all haste was sent .
+And I with all unwillingness will go .
+O , would to God that the inclusive verge
+Of golden metal that must round my brow
+Were red-hot steel to sear me to the brains !
+Anointed let me be with deadly venom ,
+And die ere men can say “ God save the Queen . ”
+Go , go , poor soul , I envy not thy glory .
+To feed my humor , wish thyself no harm .
+No ? Why ? When he that is my husband now
+Came to me as I followed Henry’s corse ,
+When scarce the blood was well washed from his hands
+Which issued from my other angel husband
+And that dear saint which then I weeping followed —
+O , when , I say , I looked 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 wedd’st , let sorrow haunt thy bed ;
+And be thy wife , if any be so mad ,
+More miserable by the life of thee
+Than thou hast made me by my dear lord’s death .
+Lo , ere I can repeat this curse again ,
+Within so small a time my woman’s heart
+Grossly grew captive to his honey words
+And proved the subject of mine own soul’s curse ,
+Which hitherto hath held my eyes from rest ,
+For never yet one hour in his bed
+Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep ,
+But with his timorous dreams was still awaked .
+Besides , he hates me for my father Warwick ,
+And will , no doubt , shortly be rid of me .
+Poor heart , adieu . I pity thy complaining .
+No more than with my soul I mourn for yours .
+Farewell , thou woeful welcomer of glory .
+Adieu , poor soul that tak’st thy leave of it .
+Go thou to Richmond , and good fortune guide thee .
+Go thou to Richard , and good angels tend thee .
+Go thou to sanctuary , and good thoughts possess thee .
+I to my grave , where peace and rest lie with me .
+Eighty-odd years of sorrow have I seen ,
+And each hour’s joy wracked with a week of teen .
+Stay , yet look back with me unto the Tower . —
+Pity , you ancient stones , those tender babes
+Whom envy hath immured within your walls —
+Rough cradle for such little pretty ones .
+Rude ragged nurse , old sullen playfellow
+For tender princes , use my babies well .
+So foolish sorrows bids your stones farewell .
+Stand all apart . — Cousin of Buckingham .
+My gracious sovereign .
+Give me thy hand .
+Thus high , by thy advice
+And thy assistance is King Richard seated .
+But shall we wear these glories for a day ,
+Or shall they last and we rejoice in them ?
+Still live they , and forever let them last .
+Ah , Buckingham , now do I play the touch ,
+To try if thou be current gold indeed :
+Young Edward lives ; think now what I would speak .
+S
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