Act III, Scene ii

[Enter KING EDWARD, GLOSTER, CLARENCE, and LADY GREY.]

KING EDWARD.:

Brother of Gloster, at Saint Alban's field

This lady's husband, Sir John Grey, was slain,

His land then seiz'd on by the conqueror;

Her suit is now to repossess those lands,

Which we in justice cannot well deny,

Because in quarrel of the house of York

The worthy gentleman did lose his life.

GLOSTER.:

Your highness shall do well to grant her suit;

It were dishonour to deny it her.

KING EDWARD.:

It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause.

GLOSTER.:

[Aside to Clarence.] Yea; is it so?

I see the lady hath a thing to grant

Before the king will grant her humble suit.

CLARENCE.:

[Aside to Gloster.] He knows the game;

how true he keeps the wind!

GLOSTER.:

[Aside to Clarence.] Silence!

KING EDWARD.:

Widow, we will consider of your suit,

And come some other time to know our mind.

LADY GREY.:

Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay;

May it please your highness to resolve me now,

And what your pleasure is shall satisfy me.

GLOSTER.:

[Aside to Clarence.] Ay, widow?

then I'll warrant you all your lands,

An if what pleases him shall pleasure you.

Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow.

CLARENCE.:

[Aside to Gloster.] I fear her not, unless she chance

to fall.

GLOSTER.:

[Aside to CLARENCE.] God forbid that, for he'll take

vantages.

KING EDWARD.:

How many children hast thou, widow? tell me.

CLARENCE.:

[Aside to Gloster.] I think he means to beg a child of

her.

GLOSTER.:

[Aside to Clarence.] Nay, whip me then; he'll rather

give her two.

LADY GREY.:

Three, my most gracious lord.

GLOSTER.:

[Aside to Clarence.] You shall have four if you'll be

rul'd by him.

KING EDWARD.:

'T were pity they should lose their father's lands.

LADY GREY.:

Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then.

KING EDWARD.:

Lords, give us leave; I'll try this widow's wit.

GLOSTER.:

[Aside to Clarence.] Ay, good leave have you;

for you will have leave

Till youth take leave and leave you to the crutch.

[Gloster and Clarence stand apart.]

KING EDWARD.:

Now tell me, madam, do you love your children?

LADY GREY.:

Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.

KING EDWARD.:

And would you not do much to do them good?

LADY GREY.:

To do them good I would sustain some harm.

KING EDWARD.:

Then get your husband's lands to do them good.

LADY GREY.:

Therefore I came unto your majesty.

KING EDWARD.:

I'll tell you how these lands are to be got.

LADY GREY.:

So shall you bind me to your highness' service.

KING EDWARD.:

What service wilt thou do me if I give them?

LADY GREY.:

What you command that rests in me to do.

KING EDWARD.:

But you will take exceptions to my boon.

LADY GREY.:

No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.

KING EDWARD.:

Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask.

LADY GREY.:

Why, then, I will do what your grace commands.

GLOSTER.:

He plies her hard; and much rain wears the marble.

CLARENCE.:

As red as fire! nay, then her wax must melt.

LADY GREY.:

Why stops my lord? shall I not hear my task?

KING EDWARD.:

An easy task; 't is but to love a king.

LADY GREY.:

That's soon perform'd, because I am a subject.

KING EDWARD.:

Why, then, thy husband's lands I freely give thee.

LADY GREY.:

I take my leave with many thousand thanks.

GLOSTER.:

The match is made; she seals it with a curtsy.

KING EDWARD.:

But stay thee; 't is the fruits of love I mean.

LADY GREY.:

The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.

KING EDWARD.:

Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense.

What love, thinkst thou, I sue so much to get?

LADY GREY.:

My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers;

That love which virtue begs, and virtue grants.

KING EDWARD.:

No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.

LADY GREY.:

Why, then, you mean not as I thought you did.

KING EDWARD.:

But now you partly may perceive my mind.

LADY GREY.:

My mind will never grant what I perceive

Your Highness aims at, if I aim aright.

KING EDWARD.:

To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.

LADY GREY.:

To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.

KING EDWARD.:

Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband's lands.

LADY GREY.:

Why, then mine honesty shall be my dower,

For by that loss I will not purchase them.

KING EDWARD.:

Therein thou wrong'st thy children mightily.

LADY GREY.:

Herein your highness wrongs both them and me.

But, mighty lord, this merry inclination

Accords not with the sadness of my suit;

Please you dismiss me either with ay or no.

KING EDWARD.:

Ay, if thou wilt say ay to my request.

No, if thou dost say no to my demand.

LADY GREY.:

Then no, my lord. My suit is at an end.

GLOSTER.:

The widow likes him not, she knits her brows.

CLARENCE.:

He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom.

KING EDWARD.:

[Aside.] Her looks doth argue her replete with

modesty,

Her words doth show her wit incomparable,

All her perfections challenge sovereignty;

One way or other she is for a king,

And she shall be my love, or else my queen.—

Say that King Edward take thee for his queen?

LADY GREY.:

'T is better said than done, my gracious lord;

I am a subject fit to jest withal,

But far unfit to be a sovereign.

KING EDWARD.:

Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee,

I speak no more than what my soul intends;

And that is to enjoy thee for my love.

LADY GREY.:

And that is more than I will yield unto.

I know I am too mean to be your queen,

And yet too good to be your concubine.

KING EDWARD.:

You cavil, widow; I did mean my queen.

LADY GREY.:

'T will grieve your grace my sons should call you

father.

KING EDWARD.:

No more than when my daughters call thee mother.

Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children;

And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor,

Have other some; why, 't is a happy thing

To be the father unto many sons.

Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen.

GLOSTER.:

The ghostly father now hath done his shrift.

CLARENCE.:

When he was made a shriver, 't was for shift.

KING EDWARD.:

Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had.

[Gloster and Clarence come forward.]

GLOSTER.:

The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.

KING EDWARD.:

You'd think it strange if I should marry her.

CLARENCE.:

To whom, my lord?

KING EDWARD.:

Why, Clarence, to myself.

GLOSTER.:

That would be ten days' wonder, at the least.

CLARENCE.:

That's a day longer than a wonder lasts.

GLOSTER.:

By so much is the wonder in extremes.

KING EDWARD.:

Well, jest on, brothers; I can tell you both,

Her suit is granted for her husband's lands.

[Enter a Nobleman.]

NOBLEMAN.:

My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken,

And brought your prisoner to your palace gate.

KING EDWARD.:

See that he be convey'd unto the Tower.—

And go we, brothers, to the man that took him,

To question of his apprehension.—

Widow, go you along.—Lords, use her honourably.

[Exeunt King Edward, Lady Grey, Clarence, and Nobleman.]

GLOSTER.:

Ay, Edward will use women honourably.

Would he were wasted, marrow, bones, and all,

That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring,

To cross me from the golden time I look for!

And yet, between my soul's desire and me—

The lustful Edward's title buried—

Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward,

And all the unlook'd-for issue of their bodies,

To take their rooms ere I can place myself;

A cold premeditation for my purpose!

Why, then I do but dream on sovereignty,

Like one that stands upon a promontory,

And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,

Wishing his foot were equal with his eye,

And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,

Saying, he'll lade it dry to have his way.

So do I wish the crown, being so far off,

And so I chide the means that keeps me from it;

And so I say I'll cut the causes off,

Flattering me with impossibilities.—

My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much,

Unless my hand and strength could equal them.

Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard,

What other pleasure can the world afford?

I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,

And deck my body in gay ornaments,

And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.

O miserable thought! and more unlikely

Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns.

Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb;

And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,

She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe

To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub;

To make an envious mountain on my back,

Where sits deformity to mock my body;

To shape my legs of an unequal size;

To disproportion me in every part,

Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp

That carries no impression like the dam.

And am I then a man to be belov'd?

O, monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought!

Then, since this earth affords no joy to me

But to command, to check, to o'erbear such

As are of better person than myself,

I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown,

And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell

Until my mis-shap'd trunk that bear this head

Be round impaled with a glorious crown.

And yet I know not how to get the crown,

For many lives stand between me and home,

And I, like one lost in a thorny wood,

That rends the thorns, and is rent with the thorns,

Seeking a way, and straying from the way,

Not knowing how to find the open air,

But toiling desperately to find it out,

Torment myself to catch the English crown;

And from that torment I will free myself,

Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.

Why, I can smile, and murther while I smile,

And cry 'Content!' to that which grieves my heart,

And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,

And frame my face to all occasions.

I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall,

I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk;

I'll play the orator as well as Nestor,

Deceive more slyly than Ulysses could,

And like a Sinon take another Troy.

I can add colours to the chameleon,

Change shapes with Protheus for advantages,

And set the murtherous Machiavel to school.

Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?

Tut, were it farther off, I'll pluck it down.

[Exit.]