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- $Title{King Richard III: Act II, Scene II}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*00400.TXT}
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- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- KING RICHARD III
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- ACT II
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- SCENE II: The palace.
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- {Enter the DUCHESS OF YORK, with the two children of
- CLARENCE.}
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- Boy: Tell me, good grandam, is our father dead?
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- DUCHESS OF YORK: No, boy.
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- Boy: Why do you wring your hands, and beat your breast,
- And cry 'O Clarence, my unhappy son!'
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- Girl: Why do you look on us, and shake your head,
- And call us wretches, orphans, castaways
- If that our noble father be alive?
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- DUCHESS OF YORK: My pretty cousins, you mistake me much;
- I do lament the sickness of the king.
- As loath to lose him, not your father's death; 10
- It were lost sorrow to wail one that's lost.
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- Boy: Then, grandam, you conclude that he is dead.
- The king my uncle is to blame for this:
- God will revenge it; whom I will importune
- With daily prayers all to that effect.
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- Girl: And so will I.
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- DUCHESS OF YORK: Peace, children, peace! the king doth love you well:
- Incapable and shallow innocents,
- You cannot guess who caused your father's death.
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- Boy: Grandam, we can; for my good uncle Gloucester 20
- Told me, the king, provoked by the queen,
- Devised impeachments to imprison him :
- And when my uncle told me so, he wept,
- And hugg'd me in his arm, and kindly kiss'd my cheek;
- Bade me rely on him as on my father,
- And he would love me dearly as his child.
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- DUCHESS OF YORK: Oh, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
- And with a virtuous vizard hide foul guile!
- He is my son; yea, and therein my shame;
- Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit. 30
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- Boy: Think you my uncle did dissemble, grandam?
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- DUCHESS OF YORK: Ay, boy.
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- Boy: I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this?
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- {Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, with her hair about her
- ears; RIVERS, and DORSET after her.}
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- QUEEN ELIZABETH: Oh, who shall hinder me to wail and weep,
- To chide my fortune, and torment myself?
- I'll join with black despair against my soul,
- And to myself become an enemy.
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- DUCHESS OF YORK: What means this scene of rude impatience?
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- QUEEN ELIZABETH: To make an act of tragic violence:
- Edward, my lord, your son, our king, is dead. 40
- Why grow the branches now the root is wither'd?
- Why wither not the leaves the sap being gone?
- If you will live, lament; if die, be brief,
- That our swift-winged souls may catch the king's;
- Or, like obedient subjects, follow him
- To his new kingdom of perpetual rest.
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- DUCHESS OF YORK: Ah, so much interest have I in thy sorrow
- As I had title in thy noble husband!
- I have bewept a worthy husband's death,
- And lived by looking on his images: 50
- But now two mirrors of his princely semblance
- Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death,
- And I for comfort have but one false glass,
- Which grieves me when I see my shame in him.
- Thou art a widow; yet thou art a mother,
- And hast the comfort of thy children left thee:
- But death hath snatch'd my husband from mine arms,
- And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble limbs,
- Edward and Clarence. O, what cause have I,
- Thine being but a moiety of my grief, 60
- To overgo thy plaints and drown thy cries!
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- Boy: Good aunt, you wept not for our father's death;
- How can we aid you with our kindred tears?
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- Girl: Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd;
- Your widow-dolor likewise be unwept!
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- QUEEN ELIZABETH: Give me no help in lamentation;
- I am not barren to bring forth complaints
- All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes,
- That I, being govern'd by the watery moon,
- May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! 70
- Oh for my husband, for my dear lord Edward!
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- Children: Oh for our father, for our dear lord Clarence!
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- DUCHESS OF YORK: Alas for both, both mine, Edward and Clarence!
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- QUEEN ELIZABETH: What stay had I but Edward? and he's gone.
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- Children: What stay had we but Clarence? and he's gone.
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- DUCHESS OF YORK: What stays had I but they? and they are gone.
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- QUEEN ELIZABETH: Was never widow had so dear a loss!
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- Children: Were never orphans had so dear a loss!
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- DUCHESS OF YORK: Was never mother had so dear a loss!
- Alas, I am the mother of these moans! 80
- Their woes are parcell'd, mine are general.
- She for an Edward weeps, and so do I;
- I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she:
- These babes for Clarence weep and so do I;
- I for an Edward weep, so do not they:
- Alas, you three, on me, threefold distress'd,
- Pour all your tears! I am your sorrow's nurse,
- And I will pamper it with lamentations.
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- DORSET: Comfort, dear mother: God is much displeased
- That you take with unthankfulness, his doing: 90
- In common worldly things, 'tis call'd ungrateful,
- With dull unwilligness to repay a debt
- Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent;
- Much more to be thus opposite with heaven,
- For it requires the royal debt it lent you.
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- RIVERS: Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother,
- Of the young prince your son: send straight for him
- Let him be crown'd; in him your comfort lives:
- Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave,
- And plant your joys in living Edward's throne. 100
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- {Enter GLOUCESTER, BUCKINGHAM, DERBY, HASTINGS, and
- RATCLIFF.}
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- GLOUCESTER: Madam, have comfort: all of us have cause
- To wail the dimming of our shining star;
- But none can cure their harms by wailing them.
- Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy;
- I did not see your grace: humbly on my knee
- I crave your blessing.
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- DUCHESS OF YORK: God bless thee; and put meekness in thy mind,
- Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!
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- GLOUCESTER: [Aside] Amen; and make me die a good old man!
- That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing: 110
- I marvel why her grace did leave it out.
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- BUCKINGHAM: You cloudy princes and heart-sorrowing peers,
- That bear this mutual heavy load of moan,
- Now cheer each other in each other's love
- Though we have spent our harvest of this king,
- We are to reap the harvest of his son.
- The broken rancor of your high-swoln hearts,
- But lately splinter'd, knit, and join'd together,
- Must gently be preserved, cherish'd, and kept:
- Me seemeth good, that, with some little train, 120
- Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be fetch'd
- Hither to London, to be crown'd our king.
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- RIVERS: Why with some little train, my Lord of Buckingham?
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- BUCKINGHAM: Marry, my lord, lest, by a multitude,
- The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out,
- Which would be so much the more dangerous
- By how much the estate is green and yet ungovern'd:
- Where every horse bears his commanding rein,
- And may direct his course as please himself,
- As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent, 130
- In my opinion, ought to be prevented.
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- GLOUCESTER: I hope the king made peace with all of us
- And the compact is firm and true in me.
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- RIVERS: And so in me; and so, I think, in all:
- Yet, since it is but green, it should be put
- To no apparent likelihood of breach,
- Which haply by much company might be urged:
- Therefore I say with noble Buckingham,
- That it is meet so few should fetch the prince.
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- HASTINGS: And so say I. 140
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- GLOUCESTER: Then be it so; and go we to determine
- Who they shall be that straight shall post to Ludlow.
- Madam, and you, my mother, will you go
- To give your censures in this weighty business?
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- QUEEN ELIZABETH: \
- } With all our harts.
- DUCHESS OF YORK: /
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- [Exeunt all but BUCKINGHAM and GLOUCESTER.]
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- BUCKINGHAM: My lord, whoever journeys to the Prince,
- For God's sake, let not us two be behind;
- For, by the way, I'll sort occasion,
- As index to the story we late talk'd of,
- To part the queen's proud kindred from the king. 150
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- GLOUCESTER: My other self, my counsel's consistory,
- My oracle, my prophet! My dear cousin,
- I, like a child, will go by thy direction.
- Towards Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind.
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- [Exeunt.]
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