Act 4, Scene 1
London. Before the Tower
- [Enter, on one side, QUEEN ELIZABETH, DUCHESS of YORK, and MARQUIS of DORSET; on the other, ANNE DUCHESS of GLOSTER, leading LADY MARGARET PLANTAGENET, CLARENCE's young daughter.]
- Duchess of York
- 2319 Who meets us here?—my niece Plantagenet,
- 2320 Led in the hand of her kind aunt of Gloster?
- 2321 Now, for my life, she's wandering to the Tower,
- 2322 On pure heart's love, to greet the tender princes.—
- 2323 Daughter, well met.
- Lady Anne
- 2324 God give your graces both
- 2325 A happy and a joyful time of day!
- Queen Elizabeth
- 2326 As much to you, good sister! Whither away?
- Lady Anne
- 2327 No farther than the Tower; and, as I guess,
- 2328 Upon the like devotion as yourselves,
- 2329 To gratulate the gentle princes there.
- Queen Elizabeth
- 2330 Kind sister, thanks; we'll enter all together:—
- 2331 And in good time, here the lieutenant comes.
- [Enter BRAKENBURY.]
- Queen Elizabeth
- 2332 Master Lieutenant, pray you, by your leave,
- 2333 How doth the prince, and my young son of York?
- Sir Robert Brakenbury
- 2334 Right well, dear madam. By your patience,
- 2335 I may not suffer you to visit them.
- 2336 The king hath strictly charg'd the contrary.
- Queen Elizabeth
- 2337 The king! who's that?
- Sir Robert Brakenbury
- 2338 I mean the lord protector.
- Queen Elizabeth
- 2339 The Lord protect him from that kingly title!
- 2340 Hath he set bounds between their love and me?
- 2341 I am their mother; who shall bar me from them?
- Duchess of York
- 2342 I am their father's mother; I will see them.
- Lady Anne
- 2343 Their aunt I am in law, in love their mother:
- 2344 Then bring me to their sights; I'll bear thy blame,
- 2345 And take thy office from thee on my peril.
- Sir Robert Brakenbury
- 2346 No, madam, no,—I may not leave it so:
- 2347 I am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me.
- [Exit.]
- [Enter STANLEY.]
- Lord Stanley (Derby)
- 2348 Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence,
- 2349 And I'll salute your grace of York as mother
- 2350 And reverend looker-on of two fair queens.—
- [To the DUCHESS OF GLOSTER.]
- Lord Stanley (Derby)
- 2351 Come, madam, you must straight to Westminster,
- 2352 There to be crowned Richard's royal queen.
- Queen Elizabeth
- 2353 Ah, cut my lace asunder,
- 2354 That my pent heart may have some scope to beat,
- 2355 Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news!
- Lady Anne
- 2356 Despiteful tidings! O unpleasing news!
- Marquess of Dorset
- 2357 Be of good cheer: mother, how fares your grace?
- Queen Elizabeth
- 2358 O Dorset, speak not to me, get thee gone!
- 2359 Death and destruction dog thee at thy heels;
- 2360 Thy mother's name is ominous to children.
- 2361 If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas,
- 2362 And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell:
- 2363 Go, hie thee, hie thee from this slaughter-house,
- 2364 Lest thou increase the number of the dead;
- 2365 And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse,
- 2366 Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen.
- Lord Stanley (Derby)
- 2367 Full of wise care is this your counsel, madam.—
- 2368 Take all the swift advantage of the hours;
- 2369 You shall have letters from me to my son
- 2370 In your behalf, to meet you on the way:
- 2371 Be not ta'en tardy by unwise delay.
- Duchess of York
- 2372 O ill-dispersing wind of misery!—
- 2373 O my accursed womb, the bed of death!
- 2374 A cockatrice hast thou hatch'd to the world,
- 2375 Whose unavoided eye is murderous.
- Lord Stanley (Derby)
- 2376 Come, madam, come; I in all haste was sent.
- Lady Anne
- 2377 And I with all unwillingness will go.—
- 2378 O, would to God that the inclusive verge
- 2379 Of golden metal that must round my brow
- 2380 Were red-hot steel, to sear me to the brain !
- 2381 Anointed let me be with deadly venom,
- 2382 And die ere men can say God save the queen!
- Queen Elizabeth
- 2383 Go, go, poor soul; I envy not thy glory;
- 2384 To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm.
- Lady Anne
- 2385 No, why?—When he that is my husband now
- 2386 Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse;
- 2387 When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his hands
- 2388 Which issued from my other angel husband,
- 2389 And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd;
- 2390 O, when, I say, I look'd on Richard's face,
- 2391 This was my wish,—"Be thou," quoth I, "accurs'd
- 2392 For making me, so young, so old a widow!
- 2393 And when thou wedd'st, let sorrow haunt thy bed;
- 2394 And be thy wife,—if any be so mad,—
- 2395 More miserable by the life of thee
- 2396 Than thou hast made me by my dear lord's death!"
- 2397 Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again,
- 2398 Within so small a time, my woman's heart
- 2399 Grossly grew captive to his honey words,
- 2400 And prov'd the subject of mine own soul's curse,—
- 2401 Which hitherto hath held my eyes from rest;
- 2402 For never yet one hour in his bed
- 2403 Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep,
- 2404 But with his timorous dreams was still awak'd.
- 2405 Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick;
- 2406 And will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me.
- Queen Elizabeth
- 2407 Poor heart, adieu! I pity thy complaining.
- Lady Anne
- 2408 No more than with my soul I mourn for yours.
- Marquess of Dorset
- 2409 Farewell, thou woeful welcomer of glory!
- Lady Anne
- 2410 Adieu, poor soul, that tak'st thy leave of it!
- [To DORSET.]
- Duchess of York
- 2411 Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune guide thee!—
- [To ANNE.]
- Duchess of York
- 2412 Go thou to Richard, and good angels tend thee!—
- [To QUEEN ELIZABETH.]
- Duchess of York
- 2413 Go thou to sanctuary, and good thoughts possess thee!
- 2414 I to my grave, where peace and rest lie with me!
- 2415 Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen,
- 2416 And each hour's joy wreck'd with a week of teen.
- Queen Elizabeth
- 2417 Stay yet, look back with me unto the Tower.—
- 2418 Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes
- 2419 Whom envy hath immur'd within your walls!
- 2420 Rough cradle for such little pretty ones!
- 2421 Rude ragged nurse, old sullen playfellow
- 2422 For tender princes, use my babies well!
- 2423 So foolish sorrows bids your stones farewell.
- [Exeunt.]