|The Life and Death of Richard the Third
| Richard III
| Act 2, Scene 1
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Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV sick, QUEEN ELIZABETH, DORSET, RIVERS, HASTINGS, BUCKINGHAM, GREY, and othersKING EDWARD IV
Why, so: now have I done a good day's work:RIVERS
You peers, continue this united league:
I every day expect an embassage
From my Redeemer to redeem me hence;
And now in peace my soul shall part to heaven,
Since I have set my friends at peace on earth.
Rivers and Hastings, take each other's hand;
Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love.
By heaven, my heart is purged from grudging hate:HASTINGS
And with my hand I seal my true heart's love.
So thrive I, as I truly swear the like!KING EDWARD IV
Take heed you dally not before your king;HASTINGS
Lest he that is the supreme King of kings
Confound your hidden falsehood, and award
Either of you to be the other's end.
So prosper I, as I swear perfect love!RIVERS
And I, as I love Hastings with my heart!KING EDWARD IV
Madam, yourself are not exempt in this,QUEEN ELIZABETH
Nor your son Dorset, Buckingham, nor you;
You have been factious one against the other,
Wife, love Lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand;
And what you do, do it unfeignedly.
Here, Hastings; I will never more rememberKING EDWARD IV
Our former hatred, so thrive I and mine!
Dorset, embrace him; Hastings, love lord marquess.DORSET
This interchange of love, I here protest,HASTINGS
Upon my part shall be unviolable.
And so swear I, my lordKING EDWARD IV
Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou this leagueBUCKINGHAM
With thy embracements to my wife's allies,
And make me happy in your unity.
Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hateKING EDWARD IV
On you or yours,
To the Queenbut with all duteous love
Doth cherish you and yours, God punish me
With hate in those where I expect most love!
When I have most need to employ a friend,
And most assured that he is a friend
Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile,
Be he unto me! this do I beg of God,
When I am cold in zeal to yours.
A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham,BUCKINGHAM
is this thy vow unto my sickly heart.
There wanteth now our brother Gloucester here,
To make the perfect period of this peace.
And, in good time, here comes the noble duke.GLOUCESTER
Good morrow to my sovereign king and queen:KING EDWARD IV
And, princely peers, a happy time of day!
Happy, indeed, as we have spent the day.GLOUCESTER
Brother, we done deeds of charity;
Made peace enmity, fair love of hate,
Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.
A blessed labour, my most sovereign liege:QUEEN ELIZABETH
Amongst this princely heap, if any here,
By false intelligence, or wrong surmise,
Hold me a foe;
If I unwittingly, or in my rage,
Have aught committed that is hardly borne
By any in this presence, I desire
To reconcile me to his friendly peace:
'Tis death to me to be at enmity;
I hate it, and desire all good men's love.
First, madam, I entreat true peace of you,
Which I will purchase with my duteous service;
Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham,
If ever any grudge were lodged between us;
Of you, Lord Rivers, and, Lord Grey, of you;
That without desert have frown'd on me;
Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen; indeed, of all.
I do not know that Englishman alive
With whom my soul is any jot at odds
More than the infant that is born to-night
I thank my God for my humility.
A holy day shall this be kept hereafter:GLOUCESTER
I would to God all strifes were well compounded.
My sovereign liege, I do beseech your majesty
To take our brother Clarence to your grace.
Why, madam, have I offer'd love for thisRIVERS
To be so bouted in this royal presence?
Who knows not that the noble duke is dead?
They all startYou do him injury to scorn his corse.
Who knows not he is dead! who knows he is?QUEEN ELIZABETH
All seeing heaven, what a world is this!BUCKINGHAM
Look I so pale, Lord Dorset, as the rest?DORSET
Ay, my good lord; and no one in this presenceKING EDWARD IV
But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks.
Is Clarence dead? the order was reversed.GLOUCESTER
But he, poor soul, by your first order died,DERBY
And that a winged Mercury did bear:
Some tardy cripple bore the countermand,
That came too lag to see him buried.
God grant that some, less noble and less loyal,
Nearer in bloody thoughts, but not in blood,
Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did,
And yet go current from suspicion!
A boon, my sovereign, for my service done!KING EDWARD IV
I pray thee, peace: my soul is full of sorrow.DERBY
I will not rise, unless your highness grant.KING EDWARD IV
Then speak at once what is it thou demand'st.DERBY
The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life;KING EDWARD IV
Who slew to-day a righteous gentleman
Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolk.
Have a tongue to doom my brother's death,GLOUCESTER
And shall the same give pardon to a slave?
My brother slew no man; his fault was thought,
And yet his punishment was cruel death.
Who sued to me for him? who, in my rage,
Kneel'd at my feet, and bade me be advised
Who spake of brotherhood? who spake of love?
Who told me how the poor soul did forsake
The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me?
Who told me, in the field by Tewksbury
When Oxford had me down, he rescued me,
And said, 'Dear brother, live, and be a king'?
Who told me, when we both lay in the field
Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me
Even in his own garments, and gave himself,
All thin and naked, to the numb cold night?
All this from my remembrance brutish wrath
Sinfully pluck'd, and not a man of you
Had so much grace to put it in my mind.
But when your carters or your waiting-vassals
Have done a drunken slaughter, and defaced
The precious image of our dear Redeemer,
You straight are on your knees for pardon, pardon;
And I unjustly too, must grant it you
But for my brother not a man would speak,
Nor I, ungracious, speak unto myself
For him, poor soul. The proudest of you all
Have been beholding to him in his life;
Yet none of you would once plead for his life.
O God, I fear thy justice will take hold
On me, and you, and mine, and yours for this!
Come, Hastings, help me to my closet.
Oh, poor Clarence!
Exeunt some with KING EDWARD IV and QUEEN MARGARET
This is the fruit of rashness! Mark'd you notBUCKINGHAM
How that the guilty kindred of the queen
Look'd pale when they did hear of Clarence' death?
O, they did urge it still unto the king!
God will revenge it. But come, let us in,
To comfort Edward with our company.
We wait upon your grace.
| Richard III
| Act 2, Scene 1
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