Another Part of the Same. | |
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Alarums: Excursions: and afterwards a retreat. Then enter KING EDWARD, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, and Forces; with QUEEN MARGARET, OXFORD, and SOMERSET prisoners. | |
| K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous broils. | |
| Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight: | 4 |
| For Somerset, off with his guilty head. | |
| Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak. | |
| Oxf. For my part, I’ll not trouble thee with words. | |
| Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune. [Exeunt OXFORD and SOMERSET, guarded. | 8 |
| Q. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous world, | |
| To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. | |
| K. Edw. Is proclamation made, that who finds Edward | |
| Shall have a high reward, and he his life? | 12 |
| Glo. It is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes. | |
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Enter Soldiers, with PRINCE EDWARD. | |
| K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant: let us hear him speak. | |
| What! can so young a thorn begin to prick? | 16 |
| Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, | |
| For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, | |
| And all the trouble thou hast turn’d me to? | |
| Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York! | 20 |
| Suppose that I am now my father’s mouth: | |
| Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou, | |
| Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee, | |
| Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to. | 24 |
| Q. Mar. Ah! that thy father had been so resolv’d. | |
| Glo. That you might still have worn the petticoat, | |
| And ne’er have stol’n the breech from Lancaster. | |
| Prince. Let Æsop fable in a winter’s night; | 28 |
| His currish riddles sort not with this place. | |
| Glo. By heaven, brat, I’ll plague you for that word. | |
| Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men. | |
| Glo. For God’s sake, take away this captive scold. | 32 |
| Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crookback rather. | |
| K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue. | |
| Clar. Untutor’d lad, thou art too malapert. | |
| Prince. I know my duty; you are all undutiful: | 36 |
| Lascivious Edward, and thou perjur’d George, | |
| And thou mis-shapen Dick, I tell ye all, | |
| I am your better, traitors as ye are; | |
| And thou usurp’st my father’s right and mine. | 40 |
| K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here. [Stabs him. | |
| Glo. Sprawl’st thou? take that, to end thy agony. [Stabs him. | |
| Clar. And there’s for twitting me with perjury. [Stabs him. | |
| Q. Mar. O, kill me too! | 44 |
| Glo. Marry, and shall. [Offers to kill her. | |
| K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold! for we have done too much. | |
| Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with words? | |
| K. Edw. What! doth she swoon? use means for her recovery. | 48 |
| Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king, my brother; | |
| I’ll hence to London on a serious matter: | |
| Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. | |
| Clar. What? what? | 52 |
| Glo. The Tower! the Tower! [Exit. | |
| Q. Mar. O Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy! | |
| Canst thou not speak? O traitors! murderers! | |
| They that stabb’d Cæsar shed no blood at all, | 56 |
| Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame, | |
| If this foul deed were by, to equal it: | |
| He was a man; this, in respect, a child; | |
| And men ne’er spend their fury on a child. | 60 |
| What’s worse than murderer, that I may name it? | |
| No, no, my heart will burst, an if I speak: | |
| And I will speak, that so my heart may burst. | |
| Butchers and villains! bloody cannibals! | 64 |
| How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp’d! | |
| You have no children, butchers! if you had, | |
| The thought of them would have stirr’d up remorse: | |
| But if you ever chance to have a child, | 68 |
| Look in his youth to have him so cut off | |
| As, deathsmen, you have rid this sweet young prince! | |
| K. Edw. Away with her! go, bear her hence perforce. | |
| Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here: | 72 |
| Here sheathe thy sword, I’ll pardon thee my death. | |
| What! wilt thou not? then, Clarence, do it thou. | |
| Clar. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease. | |
| Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it. | 76 |
| Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it? | |
| Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself: | |
| ’Twas sin before, but now ’tis charity. | |
| What! wilt thou not? Where is that devil’s butcher, | 80 |
| Hard-favour’d Richard? Richard, where art thou? | |
| Thou art not here: murder is thy alms-deed; | |
| Petitioners for blood thou ne’er put’st back. | |
| K. Edw. Away, I say! I charge ye, bear her hence. | 84 |
| Q. Mar. So come to you and yours, as to this prince! [Exit, led out forcibly. | |
| K. Edw. Where’s Richard gone? | |
| Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guess, | |
| To make a bloody supper in the Tower. | 88 |
| K. Edw. He’s sudden if a thing comes in his head. | |
| Now march we hence: discharge the common sort | |
| With pay and thanks, and let’s away to London | |
| And see our gentle queen how well she fares; | 92 |
| By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. [Exeunt. | |