Whose dismal tune bereft my vital pow'rs? In life, but double death, now Edward's dead. Edward. Away with her! go, bear her hence--by force. Margaret. Nay, do not bear me hence-dispatch me here! Here sheathe thy sword, I'll pardon thee my deathAnd bless thee for it-O my child, my child! Edward. Stay till the flood of grief has had its course, Then bear her hence; let her be gently treated. [Scene closes. સ SCENE V. A room in the Tower. KING HENRY and LIEUTENANT. Lieutenant. Dwell not, my Lord, on this distract ing theme; And think of comfort. King Henry. No, -my son is murder'd, My Queen a captive-No, talk not of comfort. yet not so for what can I bequeath, Save my deposed body to the ground? My lands, my crown, my life, and all are Edward's : To monarchise, be fear'd, and kill with looks; As if this flesh, which walls about our life, and humor'd thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores thro' his castle wall, and farewell King! Lieutenant. My Lord, wise men ne'er wail their present woes, But guard against misfortune's future blast. Enter RICHARD. Richard, to the Lieutenant. Friend-leave us to ourselves we must confer. [Exit Lieutenant. K. Henry. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf. What scene of death has Roscius now to act! Richard. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind. The thief does fear each bush an officer. K. Henry. The poor bird, that has been already lim'd, With trembling wings misdoubts of ev'ry bush. And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye, Where my poor young was lim'd, and caught, and kill'd. Richard. Why, what a silly fool was that of Who taught his son the office of a fowl! And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd. K. Henry. Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words! My breast can better brook thy dagger's point, But wherefore dost thou come? -is't for my life? Richard. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption. Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine. But thou wast born to be a plague to men. The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign: Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, And yet brought forthless than a mother's hope. Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast horn, To signify thou cam'st to bite the world. Richard. I'll hear no more-die prophet in thy speech. For this among the rest was I ordain'd. * King Henry. Oh--and for much more slaughter after this O God! forgive my sins-and pardon thee.. [Dies. Richard. What! will th' aspiring blood of Lancaster Sink in the ground! I thought it would have mounted.See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's death. may such purple tears be always shed From those, that wish the downfall of our house.- Down, down, to hell,-and say I sent thee thither- That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. And this word-love, which grey-beards call divine, Be resident in men like one another; And not in me -I am -myself alone. Let pale-fac'd fear disturb ignoble breasts, And find no harbour in a royal heart! Faster than spring-time show'rs comes thought on thought, And not a thought, but dwells on royalty. My brain, more busy than the lab'ring spider, |