第 8 节
作者:上访不如上网      更新:2021-04-30 16:09      字数:9318
  KING EDWARD。 Madam; yourself is not exempt from this; Nor you; son
  Dorset;   Buckingham;   nor   you:   You   have   been   factious   one   against   the
  other。 Wife; love Lord Hastings; let him kiss your hand; And what you do;
  do   it   unfeignedly。   QUEEN   ELIZABETH。   There;   Hastings;   I   will   never
  more remember Our former hatred; so thrive I and mine! KING EDWARD。
  Dorset;    embrace     him;  Hastings;    love   Lord   Marquis。    DORSET。      This
  interchange   of   love;   I   here   protest;   Upon   my   part   shall   be   inviolable。
  HASTINGS。   And   so   swear   I。   'They   embrace'   KING   EDWARD。   Now;
  princely Buckingham; seal thou this league With thy embracements to my
  wife's allies; And make me happy in your unity。 BUCKINGHAM。 'To the
  QUEEN' Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate Upon your Grace; but
  with all   duteous   love   Doth   cherish   you and   yours;  God punish   me With
  hate in those where I expect most love! When I have most need to employ
  a friend And most assured that he is a friend; Deep; hollow; treacherous;
  and full of guile; Be he unto me! This do I beg of God When I am cold in
  love to you or yours。 'They embrace' KING EDWARD。 A pleasing cordial;
  princely Buckingham; Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart。 There wanteth
  now our brother Gloucester here To make the blessed period of this peace。
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  BUCKINGHAM。 And; in good time; Here comes Sir Richard Ratcliff and
  the Duke。
  Enter    GLOUCESTER;            and    RATCLIFF         GLOUCESTER。            Good
  morrow   to   my   sovereign   king   and   Queen; And;   princely   peers;   a   happy
  time of day! KING EDWARD。 Happy; indeed; as we have spent the day。
  Gloucester;   we   have   done   deeds   of   charity;   Made   peace   of   enmity;   fair
  love      of    hate;    Between       these     swelling      wrong…incensed         peers。
  GLOUCESTER。 A  blessed   labour;   my   most   sovereign   lord。 Among   this
  princely heap; if any here; By false intelligence or wrong surmise;   Hold
  me a   foe…   If   I   unwittingly;  or   in   my  rage;  Have   aught   committed   that   is
  hardly   borne   To   any   in   this   presence;   I   desire   To   reconcile   me   to   his
  friendly peace: 'Tis death to me to be at enmity; I hate it; and desire all
  good men's love。 First; madam; I entreat true peace of you; Which I will
  purchase with my duteous service; Of you; my noble cousin Buckingham;
  If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us; Of you; and you; Lord Rivers;
  and of Dorset; That all without desert have frown'd on me; Of you; Lord
  Woodville;      and;   Lord    Scales;   of  you;   Dukes;    earls;   lords;  gentlemen…
  indeed; of all。 I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is
  any jot at odds More than the infant that is born to…night。 I thank my God
  for   my   humility。   QUEEN   ELIZABETH。   A   holy   day   shall   this   be   kept
  hereafter。 I would to God all strifes were well compounded。 My sovereign
  lord;   I   do   beseech   your   Highness   To   take   our   brother   Clarence   to   your
  grace。 GLOUCESTER。 Why; madam; have I off'red love for this; To be so
  flouted   in   this   royal   presence?   Who   knows   not   that   the   gentle   Duke   is
  dead?     'They    all  start'  You   do   him    injury   to  scorn   his  corse。   KING
  EDWARD。          Who    knows     not  he   is  dead!   Who    knows     he   is?  QUEEN
  ELIZABETH。 All…seeing heaven; what a world is this! BUCKINGHAM。
  Look I so pale; Lord Dorset; as the rest? DORSET。 Ay; my good lord; and
  no man in the presence But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks。 KING
  EDWARD。   Is   Clarence   dead?   The   order   was   revers'd。   GLOUCESTER。
  But he; poor man; by your first order died; And that a winged Mercury did
  bear; Some tardy cripple bare the countermand That came too lag to see
  him   buried。   God   grant   that   some;   less   noble   and   less   loyal;   Nearer   in
  bloody     thoughts;    an   not   in  blood;   Deserve     not   worse    than   wretched
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  Clarence did; And yet go current from suspicion!
  Enter DERBY
  DERBY。       A   boon;    my    sovereign;    for   my    service   done!    KING
  EDWARD。 I prithee; peace; my soul is full of sorrow。 DERBY。 I Will not
  rise   unless   your   Highness   hear   me。   KING   EDWARD。 Then   say  at   once
  what is it thou requests。 DERBY。 The forfeit; sovereign; of my servant's
  life; Who slew to…day a riotous gentleman Lately attendant on the Duke of
  Norfolk。 KING EDWARD。 Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death;
  And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave? My brother killed no man…
  his fault was thought; And yet his punishment was bitter death。 Who sued
  to   me   for   him?   Who;   in   my   wrath;   Kneel'd   at   my   feet;   and   bid   me   be
  advis'd?   Who   spoke   of   brotherhood?  Who   spoke   of   love?   Who   told   me
  how the poor soul did forsake The mighty Warwick and did fight for me?
  Who told me; in the field at Tewksbury When Oxford had me down; he
  rescued   me And   said   'Dear   Brother;   live;   and   be   a   king'?   Who   told   me;
  when we both lay in the field Frozen almost to death; how he did lap me
  Even   in   his   garments;   and   did   give   himself;  All   thin   and   naked;   to   the
  numb   cold   night? All   this   from   my   remembrance   brutish   wrath   Sinfully
  pluck'd; and not a man of you Had so much race to put it in my mind。 But
  when your carters or your waiting…vassals Have done a drunken slaughter
  and defac'd The precious image of our dear Redeemer; You straight are on
  your   knees   for   pardon;   pardon;   And   I;   unjustly   too;   must   grant   it   you。
  'DERBY        rises'  But   for   my   brother    not  a  man    would    speak;    Nor   I;
  ungracious; speak unto myself For him; poor soul。 The proudest of you all
  Have been beholding to him in his life; Yet none of you would once beg
  for his life。 O God; I fear thy justice will take hold On me; and you; and
  mine; and yours; for this! Come; Hastings; help me to my closet。 Ah; poor
  Clarence! Exeunt some with KING and QUEEN GLOUCESTER。 This is
  the fruits of rashness。 Mark'd you not How that the guilty kindred of the
  Queen   Look'd   pale   when   they   did   hear   of   Clarence'   death?   O;   they   did
  urge it still unto the King! God will revenge it。 Come; lords; will you go
  To comfort Edward with our company? BUCKINGHAM。 We wait upon
  your Grace。 Exeunt
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  SCENE 2。
  London。 The palace
  Enter the old DUCHESS OF YORK; with the SON and DAUGHTER
  of CLARENCE
  SON。 Good grandam; tell us; is our father dead? DUCHESS。 No; boy。
  DAUGHTER。 Why do you weep so oft; and beat your breast; And cry 'O
  Clarence;   my   unhappy   son!'?   SON。  Why   do   you   look   on   us;   and   shake
  your   head;  And   call   us   orphans;   wretches;   castaways;   If   that   our   noble
  father were alive? DUCHESS。 My pretty cousins; you mistake me both; I
  do lament the sickness of the King; As loath to lose him; not your father's
  death; It were lost sorrow to wail one that's lost。 SON。 Then you conclude;
  my grandam; he is dead。 The King mine uncle is to blame for it。 God will
  revenge it; whom I will importune With earnest prayers all to that effect。
  DAUGHTER。   And   so   will   I。   DUCHESS。   Peace;   children;   peace!   The
  King   doth   love   you   well。   Incapable   and   shallow   innocents;   You   cannot
  guess   who   caus'd   your   father's   death。   SON。   Grandam;   we   can;   for   my
  good   uncle   Gloucester   Told   me   the   King;   provok'd   to   it   by   the   Queen;
  Devis'd impeachments to imprison him。 And when my uncle told me so;
  he wept; And pitied me; and kindly kiss'd my cheek; Bade me rely on him
  as on my father; And he would love me dearly as a child。 DUCHESS。 Ah;
  that deceit should steal such gentle shape; And with a virtuous vizor hide
  deep vice! He is my son; ay; and therein my shame; Yet from my dugs he
  drew not this deceit。 SON。 Think you my uncle did dissemble; grandam?
  DUCHESS。 Ay; boy。 SON。 I cannot think it。 Hark! what noise is this?
  Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH; with her hair about her ears; RIVERS
  and DORSET after her
  QUEEN ELIZABETH。 Ah; 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。    DUCHESS。