K. Edw. Clarence and Glo'fter, love my lovely Queen; And kifs your princely Nephew, Brothers both. Clar. The duty, that I owe your Majesty,

I feal upon the lips of this fweet Babe.

Queen. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, (12) thanks.

Glo. And that I love the tree, from whence thou fprang'ft,

Witness the loving kifs I give the fruit.

To fay the truth, fo Judas kifs'd his master ;

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And cry'd, all hail! when as he meant all harm. Ade.
K. Edw. Now am I feated as my foul delights,
Having my Country's Peace and Brothers' Loves.
Clar. What will your Grace have done with Margaret ?
Reignier her father to the King of France

Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerufalem;

And hither have they fent it for her ransom.

K.. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence to France. And now what refts but that we spend the time With ftately Triumphs, mirthful Comick Shows, Such as befit the pleasure of the Court?

Sound, drums and trumpets; farewel, fow'r Annoy! For here, I hope, begins our lafting Joy. [Exeunt omnes.

(12) Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy Brother, thanks.] This Line, ever fince the first Edition by the Players, has been given to King Edward; but I have, with the old Quarto, restored it te the Queen, from whom it comes with much more Propriety.

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