Richard III

Richard III

ACT I SCENE III	The palace.
	Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, RIVERS, and GREY
RIVERS	Have patience, madam: there's no doubt his majesty
	Will soon recover his accustom'd health.
GREY	In that you brook it in, it makes him worse:
	Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comfort,	5
	And cheer his grace with quick and merry words.
QUEEN ELIZABETH	If he were dead, what would betide of me?
RIVERS	No other harm but loss of such a lord.
QUEEN ELIZABETH	The loss of such a lord includes all harm.
GREY	The heavens have bless'd you with a goodly son,	10
	To be your comforter when he is gone.
QUEEN ELIZABETH	Oh, he is young and his minority
	Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloucester,
	A man that loves not me, nor none of you.
RIVERS	Is it concluded that he shall be protector?	15
QUEEN ELIZABETH	It is determined, not concluded yet:
	But so it must be, if the king miscarry.
	Enter BUCKINGHAM and DERBY
GREY	Here come the lords of Buckingham and Derby.
BUCKINGHAM	Good time of day unto your royal grace!
DERBY	God make your majesty joyful as you have been!	20
QUEEN ELIZABETH	The Countess Richmond, good my Lord of Derby.
	To your good prayers will scarcely say amen.
	Yet, Derby, notwithstanding she's your wife,
	And loves not me, be you, good lord, assured
	I hate not you for her proud arrogance.	25
DERBY	I do beseech you, either not believe
	The envious slanders of her false accusers;
	Or, if she be accused in true report,
	Bear with her weakness, which, I think proceeds
	From wayward sickness, and no grounded malice.	30
RIVERS	Saw you the king to-day, my Lord of Derby?
DERBY	But now the Duke of Buckingham and I
	Are come from visiting his majesty.
QUEEN ELIZABETH	What likelihood of his amendment, lords?
BUCKINGHAM	Madam, good hope; his grace speaks cheerfully.	35
QUEEN ELIZABETH	God grant him health! Did you confer with him?
BUCKINGHAM	Madam, we did: he desires to make atonement
	Betwixt the Duke of Gloucester and your brothers,
	And betwixt them and my lord chamberlain;
	And sent to warn them to his royal presence.	40
QUEEN ELIZABETH	Would all were well! but that will never be
	I fear our happiness is at the highest.
	Enter GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, and DORSET
GLOUCESTER	They do me wrong, and I will not endure it:
	Who are they that complain unto the king,
	That I, forsooth, am stern, and love them not?	45
	By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly
	That fill his ears with such dissentious rumours.
	Because I cannot flatter and speak fair,
	Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive and cog,
	Duck with French nods and apish courtesy,	50
	I must be held a rancorous enemy.
	Cannot a plain man live and think no harm,
	But thus his simple truth must be abused
	By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks?
RIVERS	To whom in all this presence speaks your grace?	55
GLOUCESTER	To thee, that hast nor honesty nor grace.
	When have I injured thee? when done thee wrong?
	Or thee? or thee? or any of your faction?
	A plague upon you all! His royal person,--
	Whom God preserve better than you would wish!--	60
	Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing-while,
	But you must trouble him with lewd complaints.
QUEEN ELIZABETH	Brother of Gloucester, you mistake the matter.
	The king, of his own royal disposition,
	And not provoked by any suitor else;	65
	Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred,
	Which in your outward actions shows itself
	Against my kindred, brothers, and myself,
	Makes him to send; that thereby he may gather
	The ground of your ill-will, and so remove it.	70
GLOUCESTER	I cannot tell: the world is grown so bad,
	That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch:
	Since every Jack became a gentleman
	There's many a gentle person made a Jack.
QUEEN ELIZABETH	Come, come, we know your meaning, brother	75
	Gloucester;
	You envy my advancement and my friends':
	God grant we never may have need of you!
GLOUCESTER	Meantime, God grants that we have need of you:
	Your brother is imprison'd by your means,	80
	Myself disgraced, and the nobility
	Held in contempt; whilst many fair promotions
	Are daily given to ennoble those
	That scarce, some two days since, were worth a noble.
QUEEN ELIZABETH	By Him that raised me to this careful height	85
	From that contented hap which I enjoy'd,
	I never did incense his majesty
	Against the Duke of Clarence, but have been
	An earnest advocate to plead for him.
	My lord, you do me shameful injury,	90
	Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects.
GLOUCESTER	You may deny that you were not the cause
	Of my Lord Hastings' late imprisonment.
RIVERS	She may, my lord, for--
GLOUCESTER	She may, Lord Rivers! why, who knows not so?	95
	She may do more, sir, than denying that:
	She may help you to many fair preferments,
	And then deny her aiding hand therein,
	And lay those honours on your high deserts.
	What may she not? She may, yea, marry, may she--	100
RIVERS	What, marry, may she?
GLOUCESTER	What, marry, may she! marry with a king,
	A bachelor, a handsome stripling too:
	I wis your grandam had a worser match.
QUEEN ELIZABETH	My Lord of Gloucester, I have too long borne	105
	Your blunt upbraidings and your bitter scoffs:
	By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty
	With those gross taunts I often have endured.
	I had rather be a country servant-maid
	Than a great queen, with this condition,	110
	To be thus taunted, scorn'd, and baited at:
	Enter QUEEN MARGARET, behind
	Small joy have I in being England's queen.
QUEEN MARGARET	And lessen'd be that small, God, I beseech thee!
	Thy honour, state and seat is due to me.
GLOUCESTER	What! threat you me with telling of the king?	115
	Tell him, and spare not: look, what I have said
	I will avouch in presence of the king:
	I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower.
	'Tis time to speak; my pains are quite forgot.
QUEEN MARGARET	Out, devil! I remember them too well:	120
	Thou slewest my husband Henry in the Tower,
	And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury.
GLOUCESTER	Ere you were queen, yea, or your husband king,
	I was a pack-horse in his great affairs;
	A weeder-out of his proud adversaries,	125
	A liberal rewarder of his friends:
	To royalize his blood I spilt mine own.
QUEEN MARGARET	Yea, and much better blood than his or thine.
GLOUCESTER	In all which time you and your husband Grey
	Were factious for the house of Lancaster;	130
	And, Rivers, so were you. Was not your husband
	In Margaret's battle at Saint Alban's slain?
	Let me put in your minds, if you forget,
	What you have been ere now, and what you are;
	Withal, what I have been, and what I am.	135
QUEEN MARGARET	A murderous villain, and so still thou art.
GLOUCESTER	Poor Clarence did forsake his father, Warwick;
	Yea, and forswore himself,--which Jesu pardon!--
QUEEN MARGARET	Which God revenge!
GLOUCESTER	To fight on Edward's party for the crown;	140
	And for his meed, poor lord, he is mew'd up.
	I would to God my heart were flint, like Edward's;
	Or Edward's soft and pitiful, like mine
	I am too childish-foolish for this world.
QUEEN MARGARET	Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave the world,	145
	Thou cacodemon! there thy kingdom is.
RIVERS	My Lord of Gloucester, in those busy days
	Which here you urge to prove us enemies,
	We follow'd then our lord, our lawful king:
	So should we you, if you should be our king.	150
GLOUCESTER	If I should be! I had rather be a pedlar:
	Far be it from my heart, the thought of it!
QUEEN ELIZABETH	As little joy, my lord, as you suppose
	You should enjoy, were you this country's king,
	As little joy may you suppose in me.	155
	That I enjoy, being the queen thereof.
QUEEN MARGARET	A little joy enjoys the queen thereof;
	For I am she, and altogether joyless.
	I can no longer hold me patient.
	Advancing
	Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out	160
	In sharing that which you have pill'd from me!
	Which of you trembles not that looks on me?
	If not, that, I being queen, you bow like subjects,
	Yet that, by you deposed, you quake like rebels?
	O gentle villain, do not turn away!	165
GLOUCESTER	Foul wrinkled witch, what makest thou in my sight?
QUEEN MARGARET	But repetition of what thou hast marr'd;
	That will I make before I let thee go.
GLOUCESTER	Wert thou not banished on pain of death?
QUEEN MARGARET	I was; but I do find more pain in banishment	170
	Than death can yield me here by my abode.
	A husband and a son thou owest to me;
	And thou a kingdom; all of you allegiance:
	The sorrow that I have, by right is yours,
	And all the pleasures you usurp are mine.	175
GLOUCESTER	The curse my noble father laid on thee,
	When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper
	And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes,
	And then, to dry them, gavest the duke a clout
	Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland--	180
	His curses, then from bitterness of soul
	Denounced against thee, are all fall'n upon thee;
	And God, not we, hath plagued thy bloody deed.
QUEEN ELIZABETH	So just is God, to right the innocent.
HASTINGS	O, 'twas the foulest deed to slay that babe,	185
	And the most merciless that e'er was heard of!
RIVERS	Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported.
DORSET	No man but prophesied revenge for it.
BUCKINGHAM	Northumberland, then present, wept to see it.
QUEEN MARGARET	What were you snarling all before I came,	190
	Ready to catch each other by the throat,
	And turn you all your hatred now on me?
	Did York's dread curse prevail so much with heaven?
	That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death,
	Their kingdom's loss, my woful banishment,	195
	Could all but answer for that peevish brat?
	Can curses pierce the clouds and enter heaven?
	Why, then, give way, dull clouds, to my quick curses!
	If not by war, by surfeit die your king,
	As ours by murder, to make him a king!	200
	Edward thy son, which now is Prince of Wales,
	For Edward my son, which was Prince of Wales,
	Die in his youth by like untimely violence!
	Thyself a queen, for me that was a queen,
	Outlive thy glory, like my wretched self!	205
	Long mayst thou live to wail thy children's loss;
	And see another, as I see thee now,
	Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stall'd in mine!
	Long die thy happy days before thy death;
	And, after many lengthen'd hours of grief,	210
	Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen!
	Rivers and Dorset, you were standers by,
	And so wast thou, Lord Hastings, when my son
	Was stabb'd with bloody daggers: God, I pray him,
	That none of you may live your natural age,	215
	But by some unlook'd accident cut off!
GLOUCESTER	Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'd hag!
QUEEN MARGARET	And leave out thee? stay, dog, for thou shalt hear me.
	If heaven have any grievous plague in store
	Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee,	220
	O, let them keep it till thy sins be ripe,
	And then hurl down their indignation
	On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace!
	The worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul!
	Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou livest,	225
	And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends!
	No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine,
	Unless it be whilst some tormenting dream
	Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils!
	Thou elvish-mark'd, abortive, rooting hog!	230
	Thou that wast seal'd in thy nativity
	The slave of nature and the son of hell!
	Thou slander of thy mother's heavy womb!
	Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins!
	Thou rag of honour! thou detested--	235
GLOUCESTER	Margaret.
QUEEN MARGARET	Richard!
GLOUCESTER	Ha!
QUEEN MARGARET	I call thee not.
GLOUCESTER	I cry thee mercy then, for I had thought	240
	That thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names.
QUEEN MARGARET	Why, so I did; but look'd for no reply.
	O, let me make the period to my curse!
GLOUCESTER	'Tis done by me, and ends in 'Margaret.'
QUEEN ELIZABETH	Thus have you breathed your curse against yourself.	245
QUEEN MARGARET	Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my fortune!
	Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider,
	Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about?
	Fool, fool! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself.
	The time will come when thou shalt wish for me	250
	To help thee curse that poisonous bunchback'd toad.
HASTINGS	False-boding woman, end thy frantic curse,
	Lest to thy harm thou move our patience.
QUEEN MARGARET	Foul shame upon you! you have all moved mine.
RIVERS	Were you well served, you would be taught your duty.	255
QUEEN MARGARET	To serve me well, you all should do me duty,
	Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects:
	O, serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty!
DORSET	Dispute not with her; she is lunatic.
QUEEN MARGARET	Peace, master marquess, you are malapert:	260
	Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current.
	O, that your young nobility could judge
	What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable!
	They that stand high have many blasts to shake them;
	And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.	265
GLOUCESTER	Good counsel, marry: learn it, learn it, marquess.
DORSET	It toucheth you, my lord, as much as me.
GLOUCESTER	Yea, and much more: but I was born so high,
	Our aery buildeth in the cedar's top,
	And dallies with the wind and scorns the sun.	270
QUEEN MARGARET	And turns the sun to shade; alas! alas!
	Witness my son, now in the shade of death;
	Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath
	Hath in eternal darkness folded up.
	Your aery buildeth in our aery's nest.	275
	O God, that seest it, do not suffer it!
	As it was won with blood, lost be it so!
BUCKINGHAM	Have done! for shame, if not for charity.
QUEEN MARGARET	Urge neither charity nor shame to me:
	Uncharitably with me have you dealt,	280
	And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd.
	My charity is outrage, life my shame
	And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage.
BUCKINGHAM	Have done, have done.
QUEEN MARGARET	O princely Buckingham I'll kiss thy hand,	285
	In sign of league and amity with thee:
	Now fair befal thee and thy noble house!
	Thy garments are not spotted with our blood,
	Nor thou within the compass of my curse.
BUCKINGHAM	Nor no one here; for curses never pass	290
	The lips of those that breathe them in the air.
QUEEN MARGARET	I'll not believe but they ascend the sky,
	And there awake God's gentle-sleeping peace.
	O Buckingham, take heed of yonder dog!
	Look, when he fawns, he bites; and when he bites,	295
	His venom tooth will rankle to the death:
	Have not to do with him, beware of him;
	Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him,
	And all their ministers attend on him.
GLOUCESTER	What doth she say, my Lord of Buckingham?	300
BUCKINGHAM	Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord.
QUEEN MARGARET	What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel?
	And soothe the devil that I warn thee from?
	O, but remember this another day,
	When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow,	305
	And say poor Margaret was a prophetess!
	Live each of you the subjects to his hate,
	And he to yours, and all of you to God's!
	Exit
HASTINGS	My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses.
RIVERS	And so doth mine: I muse why she's at liberty.	310
GLOUCESTER	I cannot blame her: by God's holy mother,
	She hath had too much wrong; and I repent
	My part thereof that I have done to her.
QUEEN ELIZABETH	I never did her any, to my knowledge.
GLOUCESTER	But you have all the vantage of her wrong.	315
	I was too hot to do somebody good,
	That is too cold in thinking of it now.
	Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid,
	He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains
	God pardon them that are the cause of it!	320
RIVERS	A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion,
	To pray for them that have done scathe to us.
GLOUCESTER	So do I ever:
	Aside
	being well-advised.
	For had I cursed now, I had cursed myself.	325
	Enter CATESBY
CATESBY	Madam, his majesty doth call for you,
	And for your grace; and you, my noble lords.
QUEEN ELIZABETH	Catesby, we come. Lords, will you go with us?
RIVERS	Madam, we will attend your grace.
	Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER
GLOUCESTER	I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl.	330
	The secret mischiefs that I set abroach
	I lay unto the grievous charge of others.
	Clarence, whom I, indeed, have laid in darkness,
	I do beweep to many simple gulls
	Namely, to Hastings, Derby, Buckingham;	335
	And say it is the queen and her allies
	That stir the king against the duke my brother.
	Now, they believe it; and withal whet me
	To be revenged on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey:
	But then I sigh; and, with a piece of scripture,	340
	Tell them that God bids us do good for evil:
	And thus I clothe my naked villany
	With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ;
	And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
	Enter two Murderers
	But, soft! here come my executioners.	345
	How now, my hardy, stout resolved mates!
	Are you now going to dispatch this deed?
First Murderer	We are, my lord; and come to have the warrant
	That we may be admitted where he is.
GLOUCESTER	Well thought upon; I have it here about me.	350
	Gives the warrant
	When you have done, repair to Crosby Place.
	But, sirs, be sudden in the execution,
	Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead;
	For Clarence is well-spoken, and perhaps
	May move your hearts to pity if you mark him.	355
First Murderer	Tush!
	Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate;
	Talkers are no good doers: be assured
	We come to use our hands and not our tongues.
GLOUCESTER	Your eyes drop millstones, when fools' eyes drop tears:	360
	I like you, lads; about your business straight;
	Go, go, dispatch.
First Murderer	We will, my noble lord.
	Exeunt