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Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody act is done; The most arch deed of piteous massacre, That ever yet this land was guilty of. Dighton, and Forrest, whom I did suborn To do this piece of ruthless butchery, Albeit they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs, Melting with tenderness and mild compassion, Wept like two children, in their death's sad story. O thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes, — Thus, thus, quoth Forrest; girdling one another Within their alabaster innocent arms : Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, Which, in their summer beauty, kiss'd each other. A book of prayers on their pillow lay: Which once, quoth Forrest, almost chang'd my mind; But, 0, the devil-there the villain stopp'd ; When Dighton thus told on-we smothered The most replenished sweet work of nature, That, from the prime creation, e'er she fram'd.Hence both are gone with conscience and remorse, They could not speak; and so I left them both, To bear this tidings to the bloody king.
Enter King RICHARD. And here he comes :- All health, my sovereign lord !
K. Rich. Kind Tyrrel! am I happy in thy news ?
Tyr. If to have done the thing you gave in charge Beget your happiness, be happy then, For it is done.
K. Rich. But didst thou see them dead ?
Tyr. I did, my lord.
And buried, gentle Tyrrel ? Tyr. The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them ; But where, to say the truth, I do not know.
K. Rich. Come to me, Tyrrel, soon, at after supper, When thou shalt tell the process of their death. Mean time, but think how I may do thee good, And be inheritor of thy desire. Farewell, till then. Tyr.
I humbly take my leave. [Exit. K. Rich. The son of Clarence have I penn'd up close; His daughter meanly have I match'd in marriage; The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom, And Anne my wife hath bid the world good night. Now, for I know the Bretagne Richmond aims At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter, And, by that knot, looks proudly on the crown, To her go I, a jolly thriving wooer.
Enter CATESBY. Cate. My lord, K. Rich. Good news or bad, that thou com'st in so
bluntly? Cate. Bad news, my lord : Morton is fled to Rich
mond; And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welshman, Is in the field, and still his power encreaseth.
K. Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me more near, Than Buckingham, and his rash-levied strength. Come,—I have learn'd, that fearful commenting Is leaden servitoroto dull delay;
8 - the Bretagne Richmond -] He thus denominates Richmond, because after the battle of Tewksbury he had taken refuge in the court of Francis II. duke of Bretagne, where by the procurement of king Edward IV. he was kept a long time in a kind of honourable custody. 9 - fearful commenting
Is leaden servitor -] Timorous thought and cautious disquisition are the dull attendants on delay.
Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary :
The same. Before the Palace.
Enter Queen MARGARET. Q. Mar. So, now prosperity begins to mellow, And drop into the rotten mouth of death. Here in these confines slily have I lurk’d, To watch the waning of mine enemies. A dire induction' am I witness to, And will to France; hoping, the consequence Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical. Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret! who comes here?
Enter Queen ELIZABETH and the Duchess of YORK.
Q. Eliz. Ah, my poor princes ! ah, my tender babes! My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets ! If yet your gentle souls fly in the air, And be not fix'd in doom perpetual, Hover about me with your airy wings, And hear your mother's lamentation !
Q. Mar. Hover about her ; say, that right for right? Hath dimm'd your infant morn to aged night.
1- dire induction -] Induction is preface, introduction, first part. It is so used by Sackville in our author's time.
i say, that right for right -] Margaret now perhaps means to say, The right of me, an injured mother, whose son was slain at Tewksbury, has now operated as powerfully as that right which the death of Rutland gave you to divine justice, and has destroyed your children in their turn.
Duch. So many miseries have craz’d my voice, That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute, Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead ?
Q. Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet, Edward for Edward pays a dying debt. Q. Eliz. Wilt thou, O God, fly from such gentle
lambs, And throw them in the entrails of the wolf ? When didst thou sleep ·, when such a deed was done?
Q. Mar. When holy Harry died and my sweet son.
Duch. Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal-living ghost, Woe's scene, world's shame, grave's due by life usurp'd, Brief extract and record of tedious days, Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth.
[Sitting down. Unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood !
Q. Eliz. Ah, that thou would'st as soon afford a grave, As thou canst yield a melancholy seat; Then would I hide my bones, not rest them here! Ah, who hath any cause to mourn, but we ?
[Sitting down by her. Q. Mar. If ancient sorrow be most reverent, Give mine the benefit of seniory, And let my griefs frown on the upper hand. If sorrow can admit society, [Sitting down with them. Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine :I had an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him; + I had a husband, till a Richard kill'd him: Thou hadst an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him ; Thou hadst a Richard, till a Richard kill'd him.
Duch. I had a Richard too, and thou didst kill him; I had a Rutland too, thou holp'st to kill him.
8 When didst thou sleep, &c.] That is, When, before the present occasion, didst thou ever sleep during the commission of such an action?
- seniory,] For seniority. Jounson. + “I had a Henry,”—Malone.
o upright, let loose, to comes of weepin
Q. Mar. Thou hadst a Clarence too, and Richard
Duch. O, Harry's wife, triumph not in my woes;
R. Mar. Bear with me, I am hungry for revenge, And now I cloy me with beholding it. Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward ; Thy other Edward dead, to quit my Edward ; Young York he is but boot", because both they Match not the high perfection of my loss. Thy Clarence he is dead, that stabb’d my Edward ; And the beholders of this tragick play, The adulterate Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey, Untimely smother'd in their dusky graves. Richard yet lives, hell's black intelligencer; Only resery'd their factor, to buy souls, And send them thither: But at hand, at hand, Ensues his piteous and unpitied end : Earth gapes, hell burns, fiends roar, saints pray, To have him suddenly convey'd from hence :Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray, That I may live to say, the dog is dead !
5 — her pew-fellow -] Pew-fellow seems to be companion.
6 Young York he is but boot,] Boot is that which is thrown in to mend a purchase.