Richard III

Richard III

ACT IV SCENE I	Before the Tower.
	Enter, on one side, QUEEN ELIZABETH, DUCHESS OFYORK, and DORSET; on the other, ANNE, Duchess ofGloucester, leading Lady Margaret Plantagenet,CLARENCE's young Daughter
DUCHESS OF YORK	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 princes.	5
	Daughter, well met.
LADY ANNE	God give your graces both
	A happy and a joyful time of day!
QUEEN ELIZABETH	As much to you, good sister! Whither away?
LADY ANNE	No farther than the Tower; and, as I guess,	10
	Upon the like devotion as yourselves,
	To gratulate the gentle princes there.
QUEEN ELIZABETH	Kind sister, thanks: we'll enter all together.
	Enter BRAKENBURY
	And, in good time, here the lieutenant comes.
	Master lieutenant, pray you, by your leave,	15
	How doth the prince, and my young son of York?
BRAKENBURY	Right well, dear madam. By your patience,
	I may not suffer you to visit them;
	The king hath straitly charged the contrary.
QUEEN ELIZABETH	The king! why, who's that?	20
BRAKENBURY	I cry you mercy: I mean the lord protector.
QUEEN ELIZABETH	The Lord protect him from that kingly title!
	Hath he set bounds betwixt their love and me?
	I am their mother; who should keep me from them?
DUCHESS OF YORK	I am their fathers mother; I will see them.	25
LADY 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.
BRAKENBURY	No, madam, no; I may not leave it so:
	I am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me.	30
	Exit
	Enter LORD STANLEY
LORD STANLEY	Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence,
	And I'll salute your grace of York as mother,
	And reverend looker on, of two fair queens.
	To LADY ANNE
	Come, madam, you must straight to Westminster,
	There to be crowned Richard's royal queen.	35
QUEEN ELIZABETH	O, cut my lace in sunder, that my pent heart
	May have some scope to beat, or else I swoon
	With this dead-killing news!
LADY ANNE	Despiteful tidings! O unpleasing news!
DORSET	Be of good cheer: mother, how fares your grace?	40
QUEEN ELIZABETH	O Dorset, speak not to me, get thee hence!
	Death and destruction dog thee at the heels;
	Thy mother's name is ominous to children.
	If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas,
	And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell	45
	Go, hie thee, hie thee from this slaughter-house,
	Lest thou increase the number of the dead;
	And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse,
	Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen.
LORD STANLEY	Full of wise care is this your counsel, madam.	50
	Take all the swift advantage of the hours;
	You shall have letters from me to my son
	To meet you on the way, and welcome you.
	Be not ta'en tardy by unwise delay.
DUCHESS OF YORK	O ill-dispersing wind of misery!	55
	O my accursed womb, the bed of death!
	A cockatrice hast thou hatch'd to the world,
	Whose unavoided eye is murderous.
LORD STANLEY	Come, madam, come; I in all haste was sent.
LADY ANNE	And I in all unwillingness will go.	60
	I would to God that the inclusive verge
	Of golden metal that must round my brow
	Were red-hot steel, to sear me to the brain!
	Anointed let me be with deadly venom,
	And die, ere men can say, God save the queen!	65
QUEEN ELIZABETH	Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory
	To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm.
LADY 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	70
	Which issued from my other angel husband
	And that dead 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, ' accursed,
	For making me, so young, so old a widow!	75
	And, when thou wed'st, let sorrow haunt thy bed;
	And be thy wife--if any be so mad--
	As miserable by the life of thee
	As thou hast made me by my dear lord's death!
	Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again,	80
	Even in so short a space, my woman's heart
	Grossly grew captive to his honey words
	And proved the subject of my own soul's curse,
	Which ever since hath kept my eyes from rest;
	For never yet one hour in his bed	85
	Have I enjoy'd the golden dew of sleep,
	But have been waked by his timorous dreams.
	Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick;
	And will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me.
QUEEN ELIZABETH	Poor heart, adieu! I pity thy complaining.	90
LADY ANNE	No more than from my soul I mourn for yours.
QUEEN ELIZABETH	Farewell, thou woful welcomer of glory!
LADY ANNE	Adieu, poor soul, that takest thy leave of it!
DUCHESS OF YORK	To DORSET
	Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune guide thee!
	To LADY ANNE
	Go thou to Richard, and good angels guard thee!	95
	To QUEEN ELIZABETH
	Go thou to sanctuary, and good thoughts possess thee!
	I to my grave, where peace and rest lie with me!
	Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen,
	And each hour's joy wrecked with a week of teen.
QUEEN ELIZABETH	Stay, yet look back with me unto the Tower.	100
	Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes
	Whom envy hath immured within your walls!
	Rough cradle for such little pretty ones!
	Rude ragged nurse, old sullen playfellow
	For tender princes, use my babies well!	105
	So foolish sorrow bids your stones farewell.
	Exeunt