Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak. Q. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous world, K. Edw. Is proclamation made, that who finds Edward Shall have a high reward, and he his life? Glo. It is; and, lo, where youthful Edward comes. K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak : Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York! 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. 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 Esop fable in a winter's night;" Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that word. Prince. I know my duty, you are all undutiful : I am your better, traitors as ye are ; And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here." [Stabs him. Glo. Sprawl'st thou ? take that, to end thy agony. [GLO. stabs him. Clar. And there's for twitting me with perjury. [CLAR. stabs him. [5] The Prince calls Richard, for his crookedness, Esop; and the poet, following mature, makes Richard highly incensed at the reproach. JOHNSON. [6] Thou that resemblest thy railing mother. JOHNSON Q. Mar. Oh, kill me too! recovery. 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? Glo. The Tower, the Tower! [Exit. Q. Mar. O, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, bov! Canst thou not speak!-O traitors! murderers ! They, that stabb'd Cæsar, shed no blood at all, - He was a man; this, in respect, a child; you had, Look in his youth to have him so cut off, As, deathsmen! you have rid this sweet young prince!? 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, [7] The condition of this warlike queen would move compassion, could it be for gotten that she gave York, to wipe his eyes in his captivity, a handkerchief stained with his young child's blood. JOHNSON.--But surely it does move our compassion, though that be not forgotten. When we see any of our fellow-creatures involved in deep distress, from a just and tender cause, we attend only to their present sufferings, and not to their former crimes. M. MASON. Thou art not here: Murder is thy alms-deed; K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence. Cla. To London, all in post; and, as I guess, K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head. SCENE VI. [Exeunt. London. A Room in the Tower. King HENRY is discovered sitting with a book in his Hand, the Lieutenant attending. Enter GLOSTer. Glo. Good day, my lord! What, at your book so hard? K. Hen. Ay, my good lord: my lord, I should say rather ; 'Tis sin to flatter, good was little better: Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike, And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord. Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer. [Exit Lieutenant. K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf: So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.What scene of death hath Roscius now to act? Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in a bush, Have now the fatal object in my eye, Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and kill'd. Glo. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete, That taught his son the office of a fowl? And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd. 23 My breast can better brook thy dagger's point, K. Hen. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art; Why, then thou art an executioner. Glo. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption. K. Hen. Hadst thou been kill'd, when first thou didst presume, Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine. And thus I prophecy,-that many a thousand, And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's, Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook down trees; Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree. Teeth hadst thou in thy head, when thou wast born, And, if the rest be true which I have heard, Thou cam'st Glo. I'll hear no more ;-Die, prophet, in thy speech; For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd. [Stabs him. K. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this. O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! [Dies. Glo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's death' O, may such purple tears be always shed From those that wish the downfall of our house!If any spark of life be yet remaining, [9] Who suspect no part of what my fears presage. JOHNSON. Down, down to hell; and say-I sent thee thither, I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.- And this word-love, which greybeards call divine, And not in me; I am myself alone.- And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death. SCENE VII. [Exit. The same. A Room in the Palace. King EDWARD is discovered sitting on his Throne; Queen ELIZABETH with the infant Prince, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and others, near him. K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal throne. Re-purchas'd with the blood of enemies. What valiant foe-men, like to autumn's corn, For hardy and undoubted champions : Two Cliffords, as the father and the son, Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound: [1] But I will choose out an hour whose gioom shall be as fatal to you. To sort is to select. STEEVENS. |