| ACT III SCENE II | London. The palace. | |
| | Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, andLADY GREY | |
| KING EDWARD IV | Brother of Gloucester, at Saint Alban's field | |
| | This lady's husband, Sir Richard Grey, was slain, | |
| | His lands then seized on by the conqueror: | |
| | Her suit is now to repossess those lands; | 5 |
| | Which we in justice cannot well deny, | |
| | Because in quarrel of the house of York | |
| | The worthy gentleman did lose his life. | |
| GLOUCESTER | Your highness shall do well to grant her suit; | |
| | It were dishonour to deny it her. | 10 |
| KING EDWARD IV | It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause. | |
| GLOUCESTER | Aside to CLARENCE | |
| | I see the lady hath a thing to grant, | |
| | Before the king will grant her humble suit. | |
| CLARENCE | Aside to GLOUCESTER | |
| | he keeps the wind! | |
| GLOUCESTER | Aside to CLARENCE | |
| KING EDWARD IV | Widow, we will consider of your suit; | 15 |
| | And come some other time to know our mind. | |
| LADY GREY | Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay: | |
| | May it please your highness to resolve me now; | |
| | And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me. | |
| GLOUCESTER | Aside to CLARENCE | |
| | you all your lands, | 20 |
| | An if what pleases him shall pleasure you. | |
| | Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow. | |
| CLARENCE | Aside to GLOUCESTER | |
| | chance to fall. | |
| GLOUCESTER | Aside to CLARENCE | |
| | take vantages. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | How many children hast thou, widow? tell me. | 25 |
| CLARENCE | Aside to GLOUCESTER | |
| | child of her. | |
| GLOUCESTER | Aside to CLARENCE | |
| | give her two. | |
| LADY GREY | Three, my most gracious lord. | |
| GLOUCESTER | Aside to CLARENCE | |
| | be ruled by him. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | 'Twere pity they should lose their father's lands. | 30 |
| LADY GREY | Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | Lords, give us leave: I'll try this widow's wit. | |
| GLOUCESTER | Aside to CLARENCE | |
| | you will have leave, | |
| | Till youth take leave and leave you to the crutch. | |
| | GLOUCESTER and CLARENCE retire | |
| KING EDWARD IV | Now tell me, madam, do you love your children? | 35 |
| LADY GREY | Ay, full as dearly as I love myself. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | And would you not do much to do them good? | |
| LADY GREY | To do them good, I would sustain some harm. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | Then get your husband's lands, to do them good. | |
| LADY GREY | Therefore I came unto your majesty. | 40 |
| KING EDWARD IV | I'll tell you how these lands are to be got. | |
| LADY GREY | So shall you bind me to your highness' service. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | What service wilt thou do me, if I give them? | |
| LADY GREY | What you command, that rests in me to do. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | But you will take exceptions to my boon. | 45 |
| LADY GREY | No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask. | |
| LADY GREY | Why, then I will do what your grace commands. | |
| GLOUCESTER | Aside to CLARENCE | |
| | wears the marble. | |
| CLARENCE | Aside to GLOUCESTER | |
| | her wax must melt. | 50 |
| LADY GREY | Why stops my lord, shall I not hear my task? | |
| KING EDWARD IV | An easy task; 'tis but to love a king. | |
| LADY GREY | That's soon perform'd, because I am a subject. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | Why, then, thy husband's lands I freely give thee. | |
| LADY GREY | I take my leave with many thousand thanks. | 55 |
| GLOUCESTER | Aside to CLARENCE | |
| | with a curtsy. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I mean. | |
| LADY GREY | The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense. | |
| | What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get? | 60 |
| LADY GREY | My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers; | |
| | That love which virtue begs and virtue grants. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | No, by my troth, I did not mean such love. | |
| LADY GREY | Why, then you mean not as I thought you did. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | But now you partly may perceive my mind. | 65 |
| LADY GREY | My mind will never grant what I perceive | |
| | Your highness aims at, if I aim aright. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee. | |
| LADY GREY | To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband's lands. | 70 |
| LADY GREY | Why, then mine honesty shall be my dower; | |
| | For by that loss I will not purchase them. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | Therein thou wrong'st thy children mightily. | |
| LADY GREY | Herein your highness wrongs both them and me. | |
| | But, mighty lord, this merry inclination | 75 |
| | Accords not with the sadness of my suit: | |
| | Please you dismiss me either with 'ay' or 'no.' | |
| KING EDWARD IV | Ay, if thou wilt say 'ay' to my request; | |
| | No if thou dost say 'no' to my demand. | |
| LADY GREY | Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an end. | 80 |
| GLOUCESTER | Aside to CLARENCE | |
| | knits her brows. | |
| CLARENCE | Aside to GLOUCESTER | |
| | Christendom. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | Aside | |
| | Her words do show her wit incomparable; | |
| | All her perfections challenge sovereignty: | |
| | One way or other, she is for a king; | 85 |
| | And she shall be my love, or else my queen.-- | |
| | Say that King Edward take thee for his queen? | |
| LADY GREY | 'Tis better said than done, my gracious lord: | |
| | I am a subject fit to jest withal, | |
| | But far unfit to be a sovereign. | 90 |
| KING EDWARD IV | Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee | |
| | I speak no more than what my soul intends; | |
| | And that is, to enjoy thee for my love. | |
| LADY GREY | And that is more than I will yield unto: | |
| | I know I am too mean to be your queen, | 95 |
| | And yet too good to be your concubine. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | You cavil, widow: I did mean, my queen. | |
| LADY GREY | 'Twill grieve your grace my sons should call you father. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | No more than when my daughters call thee mother. | |
| | Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children; | 100 |
| | And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor, | |
| | Have other some: why, 'tis a happy thing | |
| | To be the father unto many sons. | |
| | Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen. | |
| GLOUCESTER | Aside to CLARENCE | |
| | his shrift. | 105 |
| CLARENCE | Aside to GLOUCESTER | |
| | 'twas for shift. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had. | |
| GLOUCESTER | The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | You'll think it strange if I should marry her. | |
| CLARENCE | To whom, my lord? | 110 |
| KING EDWARD IV | Why, Clarence, to myself. | |
| GLOUCESTER | That would be ten days' wonder at the least. | |
| CLARENCE | That's a day longer than a wonder lasts. | |
| GLOUCESTER | By so much is the wonder in extremes. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | Well, jest on, brothers: I can tell you both | 115 |
| | Her suit is granted for her husband's lands. | |
| | Enter a Nobleman | |
| Nobleman | My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken, | |
| | And brought your prisoner to your palace gate. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | See that he be convey'd unto the Tower: | |
| | And go we, brothers, to the man that took him, | 120 |
| | To question of his apprehension. | |
| | Widow, go you along. Lords, use her honourably. | |
| | Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER | |
| GLOUCESTER | Ay, Edward will use women honourably. | |
| | Would he were wasted, marrow, bones and all, | |
| | That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring, | 125 |
| | To cross me from the golden time I look for! | |
| | And yet, between my soul's desire and me-- | |
| | The lustful Edward's title buried-- | |
| | Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward, | |
| | And all the unlook'd for issue of their bodies, | 130 |
| | To take their rooms, ere I can place myself: | |
| | A cold premeditation for my purpose! | |
| | Why, then, I do but dream on sovereignty; | |
| | Like one that stands upon a promontory, | |
| | And spies a far-off shore where he would tread, | 135 |
| | Wishing his foot were equal with his eye, | |
| | And chides the sea that sunders him from thence, | |
| | Saying, he'll lade it dry to have his way: | |
| | So do I wish the crown, being so far off; | |
| | And so I chide the means that keeps me from it; | 140 |
| | And so I say, I'll cut the causes off, | |
| | Flattering me with impossibilities. | |
| | My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much, | |
| | Unless my hand and strength could equal them. | |
| | Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard; | 145 |
| | What other pleasure can the world afford? | |
| | I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap, | |
| | And deck my body in gay ornaments, | |
| | And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks. | |
| | O miserable thought! and more unlikely | 150 |
| | Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns! | |
| | Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb: | |
| | And, for I should not deal in her soft laws, | |
| | She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe, | |
| | To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub; | 155 |
| | To make an envious mountain on my back, | |
| | Where sits deformity to mock my body; | |
| | To shape my legs of an unequal size; | |
| | To disproportion me in every part, | |
| | Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp | 160 |
| | That carries no impression like the dam. | |
| | And am I then a man to be beloved? | |
| | O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought! | |
| | Then, since this earth affords no joy to me, | |
| | But to command, to cheque, to o'erbear such | 165 |
| | As are of better person than myself, | |
| | I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown, | |
| | And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell, | |
| | Until my mis-shaped trunk that bears this head | |
| | Be round impaled with a glorious crown. | 170 |
| | And yet I know not how to get the crown, | |
| | For many lives stand between me and home: | |
| | And I,--like one lost in a thorny wood, | |
| | That rends the thorns and is rent with the thorns, | |
| | Seeking a way and straying from the way; | 175 |
| | Not knowing how to find the open air, | |
| | But toiling desperately to find it out,-- | |
| | Torment myself to catch the English crown: | |
| | And from that torment I will free myself, | |
| | Or hew my way out with a bloody axe. | 180 |
| | Why, I can smile, and murder whiles I smile, | |
| | And cry 'Content' to that which grieves my heart, | |
| | And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, | |
| | And frame my face to all occasions. | |
| | I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall; | 185 |
| | I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk; | |
| | I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, | |
| | Deceive more slily than Ulysses could, | |
| | And, like a Sinon, take another Troy. | |
| | I can add colours to the chameleon, | 190 |
| | Change shapes with Proteus for advantages, | |
| | And set the murderous Machiavel to school. | |
| | Can I do this, and cannot get a crown? | |
| | Tut, were it farther off, I'll pluck it down. | |
| | Exit | |