The Tragedy of Richard the Third: ACT I , SCENE II. The same. Another street.

The Tragedy of Richard the Third: ACT I


	Introduction

	ACT I

		SCENE I. London. A street.

		SCENE II. The same. Another street.

		SCENE III. The palace.

		SCENE IV. London. The Tower.

	ACT II

	ACT III

	ACT IV

	ACT V

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SCENE II. The same. Another street.

Enter the corpse of KING HENRY the Sixth, Gentlemen with halberds to guard it; LADY ANNE being the mourner

LADY ANNE

      Set down, set down your honourable load,
      If honour may be shrouded in a hearse,
      Whilst I awhile obsequiously lament
      The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.
5     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,
10    Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son,
      Stabb'd by the selfsame hand that made these wounds!
      Lo, in these windows that let forth thy life,
      I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes.
      Cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes!
15    Cursed be the heart that had the heart to do it!
      Cursed 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 adders, spiders, toads,
20    Or any creeping venom'd 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;
25    And that be heir to his unhappiness!
      If ever he have wife, let her he made
      A miserable by the death of him
      As I am made by my poor lord and thee!
      Come, now towards Chertsey with your holy load,
30    Taken from Paul's to be interred there;
      And still, as you are weary of the weight,
      Rest you, whiles I lament King Henry's corse.

Enter GLOUCESTER

GLOUCESTER

Stay, you that bear the corse, and set it down.

LADY ANNE

What black magician conjures up this fiend,
35 To stop devoted charitable deeds?

GLOUCESTER

Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul,
I'll make a corse of him that disobeys.

Gentleman

My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass.

GLOUCESTER

      Unmanner'd dog! stand thou, when I command:
40    Advance thy halbert higher than my breast,
      Or, by Saint Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot,
      And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness.

LADY ANNE

      What, do you tremble? are you all afraid?
      Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal,
45    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 be gone.

GLOUCESTER

Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst.

LADY ANNE

50    Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and trouble us not;
      For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell,
      Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims.
      If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,
      Behold this pattern of thy butcheries.
55    O, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds
      Open their congeal'd 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;
60    Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural,
      Provokes this deluge most unnatural.
      O God, which this blood madest, revenge his death!
      O earth, which this blood drink'st revenge his death!
      Either heaven with lightning strike the
65    murderer dead,
      Or earth, gape open wide and eat him quick,
      As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood
      Which his hell-govern'd arm hath butchered!

GLOUCESTER

Lady, you know no rules of charity,
70 Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.

LADY ANNE

Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor man:
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.

GLOUCESTER

But I know none, and therefore am no beast.

LADY ANNE

O wonderful, when devils tell the truth!

GLOUCESTER

75    More wonderful, when angels are so angry.
      Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman,
      Of these supposed-evils, to give me leave,
      By circumstance, but to acquit myself.

LADY ANNE

      Vouchsafe, defused infection of a man,
80    For these known evils, but to give me leave,
      By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self.

GLOUCESTER

Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have
Some patient leisure to excuse myself.

LADY ANNE

Fouler than heart can think thee, thou canst make
85 No excuse current, but to hang thyself.

GLOUCESTER

By such despair, I should accuse myself.

LADY ANNE

      And, by despairing, shouldst thou stand excused;
      For doing worthy vengeance on thyself,
      Which didst unworthy slaughter upon others.

GLOUCESTER

90 Say that I slew them not?

LADY ANNE

Why, then they are not dead:
But dead they are, and devilish slave, by thee.

GLOUCESTER

I did not kill your husband.

LADY ANNE

Why, then he is alive.

GLOUCESTER

95 Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand.

LADY ANNE

      In thy foul throat thou liest: Queen Margaret saw
      Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood;
      The which thou once didst bend against her breast,
      But that thy brothers beat aside the point.

GLOUCESTER

100 I was provoked by her slanderous tongue,
which laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders.

LADY ANNE

      Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind.
      Which never dreamt on aught but butcheries:
      Didst thou not kill this king?

GLOUCESTER

105 I grant ye.

LADY ANNE

      Dost grant me, hedgehog? then, God grant me too
      Thou mayst be damned for that wicked deed!
      O, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous!

GLOUCESTER

The fitter for the King of heaven, that hath him.

LADY ANNE

110 He is in heaven, where thou shalt never come.

GLOUCESTER

Let him thank me, that holp to send him thither;
For he was fitter for that place than earth.

LADY ANNE

And thou unfit for any place but hell.

GLOUCESTER

Yes, one place else, if you will hear me name it.

LADY ANNE

115 Some dungeon.

GLOUCESTER

Your bed-chamber.

LADY ANNE

I'll rest betide the chamber where thou liest!

GLOUCESTER

So will it, madam till I lie with you.

LADY ANNE

I hope so.

GLOUCESTER

120   I know so. But, gentle Lady Anne,
      To leave this keen encounter of our wits,
      And fall somewhat into a slower method,
      Is not the causer of the timeless deaths
      Of these Plantagenets, Henry and Edward,
125   As blameful as the executioner?

LADY ANNE

Thou art the cause, and most accursed effect.

GLOUCESTER

      Your beauty was the cause of that effect;
      Your beauty: which did haunt me in my sleep
      To undertake the death of all the world,
130   So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.

LADY ANNE

If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide,
These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks.

GLOUCESTER

      These eyes could never endure sweet beauty's wreck;
      You should not blemish it, if I stood by:
135   As all the world is cheered by the sun,
      So I by that; it is my day, my life.

LADY ANNE

Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life!

GLOUCESTER

Curse not thyself, fair creature thou art both.

LADY ANNE

I would I were, to be revenged on thee.

GLOUCESTER

140 It is a quarrel most unnatural,
To be revenged on him that loveth you.

LADY ANNE

It is a quarrel just and reasonable,
To be revenged on him that slew my husband.

GLOUCESTER

He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband,
145 Did it to help thee to a better husband.

LADY ANNE

His better doth not breathe upon the earth.

GLOUCESTER

He lives that loves thee better than he could.

LADY ANNE

Name him.

GLOUCESTER

Plantagenet.

LADY ANNE

150 Why, that was he.

GLOUCESTER

The selfsame name, but one of better nature.

LADY ANNE

Where is he?

GLOUCESTER

Here.

She spitteth at him

Why dost thou spit at me?

LADY ANNE

155 Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake!

GLOUCESTER

Never came poison from so sweet a place.

LADY ANNE

Never hung poison on a fouler toad.
Out of my sight! thou dost infect my eyes.

GLOUCESTER

Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine.

LADY ANNE

160 Would they were basilisks, to strike thee dead!

GLOUCESTER

      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 aspect with store of childish drops:
165   These eyes that 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,
170   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 bedash'd with rain: in that sad time
      My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear;
175   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,
180   My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak.

She looks scornfully at him

      Teach not thy lips such scorn, for they were made
      For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
      If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,
      Lo, here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword;
185   Which if thou please to hide in this true bosom.
      And let the soul forth that adoreth thee,
      I lay it naked to the deadly stroke,
      And humbly beg the death upon my knee.

He lays his breast open: she offers at it with his sword

      Nay, do not pause; for I did kill King Henry,
190   But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me.
      Nay, now dispatch; 'twas I that stabb'd young Edward,
      But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on.

Here she lets fall the sword

Take up the sword again, or take up me.

LADY ANNE

Arise, dissembler: though I wish thy death,
195 I will not be the executioner.

GLOUCESTER

Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it.

LADY ANNE

I have already.

GLOUCESTER

      Tush, that was in thy rage:
      Speak it again, and, even with the word,
200   That hand, which, for thy love, did kill thy love,
      Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love;
      To both their deaths thou shalt be accessary.

LADY ANNE

I would I knew thy heart.

GLOUCESTER

'Tis figured in my tongue.

LADY ANNE

205 I fear me both are false.

GLOUCESTER

Then never man was true.

LADY ANNE

Well, well, put up your sword.

GLOUCESTER

Say, then, my peace is made.

LADY ANNE

That shall you know hereafter.

GLOUCESTER

210 But shall I live in hope?

LADY ANNE

All men, I hope, live so.

GLOUCESTER

Vouchsafe to wear this ring.

LADY ANNE

To take is not to give.

GLOUCESTER

      Look, how this ring encompasseth finger.
215   Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart;
      Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.
      And if thy poor devoted suppliant may
      But beg one favour at thy gracious hand,
      Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever.

LADY ANNE

220 What is it?

GLOUCESTER

      That it would please thee leave these sad designs
      To him that hath more cause to be a mourner,
      And presently repair to Crosby Place;
      Where, after I have solemnly interr'd
225   At Chertsey monastery 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.

LADY ANNE

230   With all my heart; and much it joys me too,
      To see you are become so penitent.
      Tressel and Berkeley, go along with me.

GLOUCESTER

Bid me farewell.

LADY ANNE

      'Tis more than you deserve;
235   But since you teach me how to flatter you,
      Imagine I have said farewell already.

Exeunt LADY ANNE, TRESSEL, and BERKELEY

GLOUCESTER

Sirs, take up the corse.

GENTLEMEN

Towards Chertsey, noble lord?

GLOUCESTER

No, to White-Friars; there attend my coining.

Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER

240   Was ever woman in this humour woo'd?
      Was ever woman in this humour won?
      I'll have her; but I will not keep her long.
      What! I, that kill'd her husband and his father,
      To take her in her heart's extremest hate,
245   With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
      The bleeding witness of her hatred by;
      Having God, her conscience, and these bars
      against me,
      And I nothing to back my suit at all,
250   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,
255   Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury?
      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
260   And will she yet debase her eyes on me,
      That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince,
      And made her widow to a woful bed?
      On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety?
      On me, that halt and am unshapen thus?
265   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 marvellous proper man.
      I'll be at charges for a looking-glass,
270   And entertain some score or two of tailors,
      To study fashions to adorn my body:
      Since I am crept in favour with myself,
      Will maintain it with some little cost.
      But first I'll turn yon fellow in his grave;
275   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.

Exit

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