Let them not live to taste this land’s increase,

That would with treason wound this fair land’s peace.

Now civil wounds are stopped; peace lives again.

That she may long live here, God say ‘Amen’.

⌈Flourish.⌉ Exeunt

ADDITIONAL PASSAGES

The following passages are contained in the Folio text, but not the Quarto; they were apparently omitted from performances.

a. AFTER I.2.I54

These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear—

No, when my father York and Edward wept

To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made

When black-faced Clifford shook his sword at him;

Nor when thy warlike father like a child

Told the sad story of my father’s death

And twenty times made pause to sob and weep,

That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks

Like trees bedashed with rain. In that sad time

My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear,

And what these sorrows could not thence exhale

Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping.

b. AFTER 1.3.166

RICHARD GLOUCESTER

Wert thou not banishèd on pain of death?

QUEEN MARGARET

I was, but I do find more pain in banishment

Than death can yield me here by my abode.

c. AFTER I.4.68

O God! If my deep prayers cannot appease thee

But thou wilt be avenged on my misdeeds,

Yet execute thy wrath in me alone.

O spare my guiltless wife and my poor children.

d. AFTER 2.2.88

The Folio has Dorset and Rivers enter with Queen Elizabeth at 2.2.33.I.

DORSET

Comfort, dear mother. God is much displeased

That you take with unthankfulness his doing.

In common worldly things ’tis called ungrateful

With dull unwillingness to pay 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.

RIVERS

Madam, bethink you like a careful mother

Of the young Prince your son. Send straight for him;

Let him be crowned. In him your comfort lives.

Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward’s grave

And plant your joys in living Edward’s throne.

e. AFTER 2.2.II0

RIVERS

Why with some little train, my lord of Buckingham?

BUCKINGHAM

Marry, my lord, lest by a multitude

The new-healed wound of malice should break out,

Which would be so much the more dangerous

By how much the estate is green and yet ungoverned.

Where every horse bears his commanding rein

And may direct his course as please himself,

As well the fear of harm as harm apparent

In my opinion ought to be prevented.

RICHARD GLOUCESTER

I hope the King made peace with all of us,

And the compact is firm and true in me.

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.

HASTINGS And so say I.

f. AFTER 3.I.I70

And summon him tomorrow to the Tower

To sit about the coronation.

g. AFTER 3.5.I00

Beginning Richard Gloucester’s speech. The Folio brings on Lovell and Ratcliffe instead of Catesby at 3.5.19.1.

RICHARD GLOUCESTER

Go, Lovell, with all speed to Doctor Shaw;

(To Ratcliffe) Go thou to Friar Penker. Bid them both

Meet me within this hour at Baynard’s Castle.

Exeunt Lovell and Ratcliffe,

h. AFTER 3.7.I43

If not to answer, you might haply think

Tongue-tied ambition, not replying, yielded

To bear the golden yoke of sovereignty,

Which fondly you would here impose on me.

If to reprove you for this suit of yours,

So seasoned with your faithful love to me,

Then on the other side I checked my friends.

Therefore to speak, and to avoid the first,

And then in speaking not to incur the last,

Definitively thus I answer you.

i. AFTER 4.I.96

In the Folio, the characters do not exit during the Duchess of York’s preceding speech.

QUEEN ELIZABETH

Stay: yet look back with me unto the Tower.—

Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes,

Whom envy hath immured within your walls.

Rough cradle for such little pretty ones,

Rude ragged nurse, old sullen playfellow

For tender princes: use my babies well.

So foolish sorrow bids your stones farewell.

Exeunt

j. AFTER 4.4.22I

KING RICHARD

You speak as if that I had slain my cousins.

QUEEN ELIZABETH

Cousins indeed, and by their uncle cozened

Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life.

Whose hand soever lanced their tender hearts,

Thy head all indirectly gave direction.

No doubt the murd‘rous knife was dull and blunt

Till it was whetted on thy stone-hard heart

To revel in the entrails of my lambs.

But that still use of grief makes wild grief tame,

My tongue should to thy ears not name my boys

Till that my nails were anchored in thine eyes—

And I in such a desp’rate bay of death,

Like a poor barque of sails and tackling reft,

Rush all to pieces on thy rocky bosom.

k. AFTER 4.4.273

KING RICHARD

Say that I did all this for love of her.

QUEEN ELIZABETH

Nay, then indeed she cannot choose but hate thee,