ACT FOURTH SCENE I [Before the Tower.] Enter Queen Elizabeth, the Duchess of York, and Marquess of Dorset at one door; Anne, Duchess of Gloucester, [leading Lady Margaret Plantagenet, Clarence's young daughter] at another door. Duch. Who meets us here? My niece Plantagenet Led in the hand of her kind aunt of Gloucester? Now, for my life, she's wandering to the Tower, On pure heart's love to greet the tender prince. Daughter, well met. Anne. God give your Graces both A happy and a joyful time of day! 6 Q. Eliz. As much to you, good sister! Whither away? Anne. No farther than the Tower; and, as I guess, Upon the like devotion as yourselves, To gratulate the gentle princes there. 10 Q. Eliz. Kind sister, thanks; we'll enter all together. Enter the lieutenant [Brakenbury]. And, in good time, here the lieutenant comes. Brak. Right well, dear madam. By your patience, 15 I may not suffer you to visit them; The King hath strictly charg'd the contrary. Q. Eliz. The King! Who's that? Brak. [I cry you mercy!] I mean the Lord Protector. Q. Eliz. The Lord protect him from that kingly title! 20 Hath he set bounds between their love and me ? I am their mother; who shall bar me from them? Duch. I am their father's mother; I will see them. Anne. Their aunt I am in law, in love their mother; Then bring me to their sights. I'll bear thy blame And take thy office from thee, on my peril. Brak. No, madam, no; I may not leave it so. I am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me. Enter Lord Stanley. 25 Exit. 30 Stan. Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence, There to be crowned Richard's royal queen. Q. Eliz. O, cut my lace asunder, that my pent heart May have some scope to beat, or else I swoon With this dead-killing news! 35 35 Anne. Despiteful tidings! O unpleasing news! Grace? 45 Q. Eliz. O Dorset, speak not to me, get thee gone! O my accursed womb, the bed of death! 50 A cockatrice hast thou hatch'd to the world, 55 Stan. Come, madam, come; I in all haste was sent. O, would to God that the inclusive verge 60 And die, ere men can say, "God save the Queen!" Q. Eliz. Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory; 65 To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm. Anne. No! why? When he that is my husband now Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse, When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his hands Which issued from my other angel husband And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd; O, when, I say, I look'd on Richard's face, This was my wish: "Be thou," quoth I, 66 70 ac For making me, so young, so old a widow ! More miserable by the life of thee 75 Than thou hast made me by my dear lord's death!" Within so small a time, my woman's heart 80 And prov'd the subject of mine own soul's curse, Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep, But with his timorous dreams was still awak'd. 85 Q. Eliz. Poor heart, adieu! I pity thy complaining. Anne. No more than with my soul I mourn for yours. Dor. Farewell, thou woeful welcomer of glory! 90 Anne. Adieu, poor soul, that tak'st thy leave of it! Duch. [To Dorset.] Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune guide thee! [To Anne.] Go thou to Richard, and good angels tend thee! [To Queen Eliz.] Go thou to sanctuary, and good I to my grave, where peace and rest lie with me! 96 And each hour's joy wreck'd with a week of teen. Q. Eliz. Stay, yet look back with me unto the Tower. Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes Whom envy hath immur'd within your walls! 100 Rough cradle for such little pretty ones! Rude ragged nurse, old sullen playfellow For tender princes, use my babies well! So foolish sorrow bids your stones farewell. Exeunt. SCENE II [London. The palace.] Sennet. Enter Richard, in pomp, crowned; Buckingham, Catesby [a Page, and others]. K. Rich. Stand all apart. Cousin of Buckingham! |