SCENE III. The same. Enter TYRREL. Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody act is done; Albeit they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs, Which once, quoth Forrest, almost chang'd my mind; 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. K. Rich. 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. Cate. My lord, Enter CATESBY. 8 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 servitor' to dull delay; He thus denominates 8 the Bretagne Richmond -] 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. Is leaden servitor -] Timorous thought and cautious disquisition are the dull attendants on delay. Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary : Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king! Go, muster men: My counsel is my shield; We must be brief, when traitors brave the field. [Exeunt, SCENE IV. 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, And will to France; hoping, the consequence 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, Q. Mar. Hover about her; say, that right for right 2 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. 2 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. VOL. VI. H 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? [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, hand. [Sitting down with them. Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine:- Q. Mar. Thou hadst a Clarence too, and Richard kill'd him. From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept Q. Mar. Bear with me, I am hungry for revenge, Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward; The adulterate Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey, Earth gapes, hell burns, fiends roar, saints pray, 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. |