Clar. It cannot be; for he bewept my fortune, And hugg'd me in his arms, and swore, with sobs, That he would labour my delivery. 1 Murd. Why, so he doth, when he delivers you From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven. 2 Murd. Make peace with God, for you must die, my lord. Clar. Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul, To counsel me to make my peace with God, And art thou yet to thy own soul so blind, That thou wilt war with God, by murd'ring me? Ah, sirs, consider, he that set you on To do this deed, will hate you for the deed. 2 Murd. What shall we do? Clar. Relent, and save your souls. 1 Murd. Relent! 'tis cowardly, and womanish. Clar. Not to relent, is beastly, savage, devilish.Which of you, if you were a prince's son, Being pent from liberty, as I am now, If two such murderers as yourselves came to you, Would not entreat for life? My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks; Come thou on my side, and entreat for me, 1 Murd. Take that, and that; if all this will not do, [Stabs him. I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within. [Exit with the Body. 2 Murd. A bloody deed, and desperately de spatch'd! How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands Of this most grievous guilty murder done! Shut up. Re-enter First Murderer. 1 Murd. How now? what mean'st thou, that thou help'st me not? By heaven, the duke shall know how slack you have been. 2 Murd. I would he knew, that I had sav'd his brother! Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say; [Exit. 1 Murd. So do not I; go, coward, as thou art. Well, I'll go hide the body in some hole, Till that the duke give order for his burial: And when I have my meed, I will away; For this will out, and then I must not stay. [Exit. ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I. A Room in the Palace. Enter King Edward, (led in sick,) Queen ELIZABETH, DORSET, RIVERS, HASTINGS, BUCKINGham, Grey, and others. K. Edw. Why, so:- now have I done a good You peers, continue this united league: From my Redeemer to redeem me hence; And more in peace my soul shall part to heaven, Since I have made my friends at peace on earth. Rivers, and Hastings, take each other's hand; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love. Lest he, that is the supreme King of kings, Hast. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love! Nor your 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. Q. Eliz. There, Hastings; I will never more remember Our former hatred; So thrive I, and mine! K. Edw. Dorset, embrace him,- Hastings, love lord marquis. Dor. This interchange of love, I here protest, Upon my part shall be inviolable. Hast. And so swear I. [Embraces Dorset. wife's allies, K. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou this league With thy embracements to my And make me happy in your unity. Buck. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate Upon your grace, [To the Queen.] but with all duteous love Doth cherish you, and yours, Heaven punish me Be he unto me! this do I beg of heaven, [Embracing RIVERS, &c. K. Edw. A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham, Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart. There wanteth now our brother Gloster here, Buck. And, in good time, here comes the noble Enter GLOSTER. Glo. Good-morrow to my sovereign king, and queen: And, princely peers, a happy time of day! K. Edw. Happy, indeed, as we have spent the Brother, we have done deeds of charity; By false intelligence, or wrong surmise, If I unwittingly, or in my rage, Have aught committed that is hardly borne To reconcile me to his friendly peace: - I hate it, and desire all good men's love. — More than the infant that is born to-night; Q. Eliz. A holy-day shall this be kept hereafter: I would to heaven all strifes were well compounded. — My sovereign lord, I do beseech your highness [They all start. You do him injury to scorn his corse. K. Edw. Who knows not he is dead! who knows he is? Q. Eliz. All-seeing heaven, what a world is this! Buck. Look I so pale, lord Dorset, as the rest? Dor. Ay, my good lord; and no man in the sence, But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks. pre K. Edw. Is Clarence dead? the order was revers'd. Glo. But he, poor man, by your first order died. And that a winged Mercury did bear; Some tardy cripple bore the countermand. Heaven grant, that some, less noble, and less loyal, Enter STANLEY. Stan. A boon, my sovereign, for my service done. sorrow. Stan. I will not rise, unless your highness hear me. K. Edw. Then say at once, what is it thou request'st. |