|The Life and Death of Richard the Third|
| Richard III
| Act 2, Scene 2
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Enter the DUCHESS OF YORK, with the two children of CLARENCEBoy
Tell me, good grandam, is our father dead?DUCHESS OF YORK
Why do you wring your hands, and beat your breast,Girl
And cry 'O Clarence, my unhappy son!'
Why do you look on us, and shake your head,DUCHESS OF YORK
And call us wretches, orphans, castaways
If that our noble father be alive?
My pretty cousins, you mistake me much;Boy
I do lament the sickness of the king.
As loath to lose him, not your father's death;
It were lost sorrow to wail one that's lost.
Then, grandam, you conclude that he is dead.Girl
The king my uncle is to blame for this:
God will revenge it; whom I will importune
With daily prayers all to that effect.
And so will I.DUCHESS OF YORK
Peace, children, peace! the king doth love you well:Boy
Incapable and shallow innocents,
You cannot guess who caused your father's death.
Grandam, we can; for my good uncle GloucesterDUCHESS OF YORK
Told me, the king, provoked by the queen,
Devised impeachments to imprison him :
And when my uncle told me so, he wept,
And hugg'd me in his arm, and kindly kiss'd my cheek;
Bade me rely on him as on my father,
And he would love me dearly as his child.
Oh, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,Boy
And with a virtuous vizard hide foul guile!
He is my son; yea, and therein my shame;
Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit.
Think you my uncle did dissemble, grandam?DUCHESS OF YORK
I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this?QUEEN ELIZABETH
Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, with her hair about her ears; RIVERS, and DORSET after her
Oh, who shall hinder me to wail and weep,DUCHESS OF YORK
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?QUEEN ELIZABETH
To make an act of tragic violence:DUCHESS OF YORK
Edward, my lord, your son, our king, is dead.
Why grow the branches now the root is wither'd?
Why wither not the leaves the sap being gone?
If you will live, lament; if die, be brief,
That our swift-winged souls may catch the king's;
Or, like obedient subjects, follow him
To his new kingdom of perpetual rest.
Ah, so much interest have I in thy sorrowBoy
As I had title in thy noble husband!
I have bewept a worthy husband's death,
And lived by looking on his images:
But now two mirrors of his princely semblance
Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death,
And I for comfort have but one false glass,
Which 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 thee:
But death hath snatch'd my husband from mine arms,
And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble limbs,
Edward and Clarence. O, what cause have I,
Thine being but a moiety of my grief,
To overgo thy plaints and drown thy cries!
Good aunt, you wept not for our father's death;Girl
How can we aid you with our kindred tears?
Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd;QUEEN ELIZABETH
Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept!
Give me no help in lamentation;Children
I am not barren to bring forth complaints
All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes,
That I, being govern'd by the watery moon,
May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world!
Oh for my husband, for my dear lord Edward!
Oh for our father, for our dear lord Clarence!DUCHESS OF YORK
Alas for both, both mine, Edward and Clarence!QUEEN ELIZABETH
What stay had I but Edward? and he's gone.Children
What stay had we but Clarence? and he's gone.DUCHESS OF YORK
What stays had I but they? and they are gone.QUEEN ELIZABETH
Was never widow had so dear a loss!Children
Were never orphans had so dear a loss!DUCHESS OF YORK
Was never mother had so dear a loss!DORSET
Alas, I am the mother of these moans!
Their woes are parcell'd, mine are 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 distress'd,
Pour all your tears! I am your sorrow's nurse,
And I will pamper it with lamentations.
Comfort, dear mother: God is much displeasedRIVERS
That you take with unthankfulness, his doing:
In common worldly things, 'tis call'd ungrateful,
With dull unwilligness 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,GLOUCESTER
Of the young prince your son: send straight for him
Let him be crown'd; in him your comfort lives:
Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave,
And plant your joys in living Edward's throne.
Enter GLOUCESTER, BUCKINGHAM, DERBY, HASTINGS, and RATCLIFF
Madam, have comfort: all of us have causeDUCHESS OF YORK
To wail the dimming of our shining star;
But none can cure their 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 mind,GLOUCESTER
Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!
[Aside] Amen; and make me die a good old man!BUCKINGHAM
That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing:
I marvel why her grace did leave it out.
You cloudy princes and heart-sorrowing peers,RIVERS
That bear this mutual heavy 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 rancour of your high-swoln hearts,
But lately splinter'd, knit, and join'd together,
Must gently be preserved, cherish'd, and kept:
Me seemeth good, that, with some little train,
Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be fetch'd
Hither to London, to be crown'd our king.
Why with some little train, my Lord of Buckingham?BUCKINGHAM
Marry, my lord, lest, by a multitude,GLOUCESTER
The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out,
Which would be so much the more dangerous
By how much the estate is green and yet ungovern'd:
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 usRIVERS
And the compact is firm and true in me.
And so in me; and so, I think, in all:HASTINGS
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.GLOUCESTER
Then be it so; and go we to determineQUEEN ELIZABETH DUCHESS OF YORK
Who they shall be that straight shall post to Ludlow.
Madam, and you, my mother, will you go
To give your censures in this weighty business?
With all our harts.BUCKINGHAM
Exeunt all but BUCKINGHAM and GLOUCESTER
My lord, whoever journeys to the Prince,GLOUCESTER
For God's sake, let not us two be behind;
For, by the way, I'll sort occasion,
As index to the story we late talk'd of,
To part the queen's proud kindred from the king.
My other self, my counsel's consistory,
My oracle, my prophet! My dear cousin,
I, like a child, will go by thy direction.
Towards Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind.
| Richard III
| Act 2, Scene 2
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