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Whom God preserve better than you would wish ! Q. Mar.'Out, devil! I remember them too well : Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing-while,

Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower, But you must trouble him with lewd complaints. And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury. Q. Eliz. Brother of Gloster, you mistake the Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or your husband matter :

king, The king, of his own royal disposition,

I was a pack-horse in his great affairs ; And not provok'd by any suitor else ;

A weeder-out of his proud adversaries, Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred,

A liberal rewarder of his friends; That in your outward action shows itseli,

To royalize his blood, I spilt mine own. Against my children, brothers, and myself,

Q. Mar. Ay, and much better blood than his, o Makes him to send ; that thereby he may gather

thine. The ground of your ill-will, and so remove it. Glo. In all which time, you, and your husband Gio. I cannot tell;— The world is grown so bad,

That wrens may prey where eagles dare not perch: Were factious for the house of Lancaster ;-
Sinee every Jack became a gentleman,

And, Rivers, so were you :- Was not your husband
There's many a gentle person made a Jack. In Margaret's battle at Saint Alban's slain ?
Q. Eliz. Come, come, we know your meaning, Let me put in your minds, if you forget,
brother Gloster ;

What you have been ere now, and what you are ; You envy my advancement, and my friends ; Withal, what I have been, and what I am. God grant, we never may have need of you !

Q. Mar. A murd'rous villain, and so still thou art. Glo. Meantime, God grants that we have need of Glo. Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick, you :

Ay, and forswore himself,— Which Jesu pardon ! Our brother is imprison'd by your means,

Q. Mar. Which God revenge ! Myself disgrac'd, and the nobility

Glo. To fight on Edward's party, for the crown; Held in contempt ; while great promotions

And, for his meed, poor lord, he is mew'd up: Are daily given, to ennoble those

I would to God, my heart were flint like Edward's, "That scarce, some two days since, were worth a noble. Or Edward's soft and pitiful, like mine ; Q. Eliz. By Him, that rais'd me to this careful I am too childish-foolish for this world. height

Q. Mar. Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave From that contented hap which I enjoy’d, \

this world, I never did incense his majesty

Thou cacodæmon! there thy kingdom is. Against the duke of Clarence, but have been

Riv. My lord of Gloster, in those busy days, An earnest advocate to plead for him.

Which here you urge, to prove us enemies, My lord, you do me shameful injury,

We follow'd then our lord, our lawful king; Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects.

So should we you, if you should be our king. Glo. You may deny that you were not the cause Glo. If I should be? - I had rather be a pedlar: Of my lord Hastings' late imprisonment.

Far be it from my heart, the thought thereof ! Riv. She may, my lord ; for

Q. Eliz. As little joy, my lord, as you suppose Gle. She may, lord Rivers ? -- why, who knows You should enjoy, were you this country's king; not so?

As little joy you may suppose in me, She may do more, sir, than denying that:

That I enjoy, being the queen thereof. She may help you to many fair preferments ;

Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof ! And then deny her aiding hand therein,

For I am she, and altogether joyless. And lay those honours on your high desert. I can no longer hold me patient. [Advancing What may she not ? She may, - ay, marry, may Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out she,

In sharing that which you have pill’d from me : Rio. What, marry, may she ?

Which of you trembles not, that looks on me? Gło. What, marry, may she ? marry with a king, If not, that, I being queen, you bow like subjects ; A bachelor, a handsome stripling too :

Yet that, by you depos'd, you quake like rebels ? I wis, your grandam had a worser match.

Ah, gentle villain, do not turn away! Q. Eliz. My lord of Gloster, I have too long Glo. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou in

borne Your blunt upbraidings, and your bitter scoffs : Q. Mar. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd; By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty,

That will I make, before I let thee go. Of those gross taunts I often have endur'd.

Glo. Wert thou not banished on pain of death? I had rather be a country servant-maid,

Q. Mar. I was; but I do find more pain in banishThan a great queen, with this condition

ment, To be so baited, scorn’d, and storm'd at :

Than death can yield me here by my abode. Small joy have I in being England's queen. A husband, and a son, thou ow'st to me,

And thou, a kingdom ; all of you, allegiance : Enter QuEEN MARGARET, behind.

This sorrow that I have, by right is yours ; Q. Mar. And lessen'd be that small, God, I be. And all the pleasures you usurp, are mine. seech thee!

Glo. The curse my noble father laid on thee, Thy honour, state, and seat, is due to me.

When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper, Glo. What? threat you me with telling of the And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes ; king?

And then, to dry them, gav'st the duke a clout, Tell him, and spare not: look, what I have said Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland ;I will avouch, in presence of the king :

His curses, then from bitterness of soul I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower.

Denounc'd against thee, are all fallen upon thee; "Tu time to speak, my pains are quite forgot. And God, not we, hath plagu'd thy bloody deed.


my sight?

Q. Eliz. So just is God, to right the innocent. Q. Mar. Poor painted queen, vain flourisha of Hast. 0, 'twas the foulest deed, to slay that

my fortune!

Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider,
And the most merciless, that e'er was heard of. Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about ?
Riv. Tyrants themselves wept when it was re- Fool, fool! thou whet’st a knife to kill thyself.

The day will come, that thou shalt wish for me Dors. No man but prophecy'd revenge for it. To help thee curse this pois' nous bunch-back'd toad. Buck. Northumberland, then present, wept to see Hast. False-boding woman, end thy frantick it.

curse ; Q. Mar. What! were you snarling all, before I Lest, to thy harm, thou move our patience. came,

Q. Mar. Foul shame upon you! you have all Ready to catch each other by the throat,

mov'd mine. And turn you all your hatred now on me?

Riv. Were you well serv'd, you would be taught Did York's dread curse prevail so much with heaven,

your duty. That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, Q. Mar. To serve me well, you all should do me Their kingdom's loss, my woful banishment,

duty, Could all but answer for that peevish brat? Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects : Can curses pierce the clouds, and enter heaven? O, serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty. Why, then give way, dull clouds, to my quick Dor. Dispute not with her, she is lunatick. curses !

Q. Mar. Peace, master marquis, you are malapert: Though not by war, by surfeit die your king! Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current : As ours by murder, to make him a king!

O, that your young nobility could judge, Edward, thy son, that now is prince of Wales, What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable ! For Edward, my son, that was prince of Wales, They that stand high, have many blasts to shake Die in his youth, by like untimely violence !

them; Thyself a queen, for me that was a queen,

And, if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces. Outlive thy glory, like my wretched self!

Glo. Good counsel, marry ; learn it, learn 14

, Long may'st thou live, to wail thy children's loss ;

marquis. And see another, as I see thee now, w

Dor. It touches you, my lord, as much as me. Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stall'd in mine! Glo. Ay, and much more : But I was born » Long die thy happy days before thy death ;

high, And, after many lengthen'd hours of grief, Our aiery buildeth in the cedar's top, Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen! And dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun. Rivers, - and Dorset, -- you were standers by, Q. Mar. And turns the sun to shade ; – alas! And so wast thou, lord Hastings, when my son

alas ! Was stabb'd with bloody daggers: God, I pray hím, Witness my son, now in the shade of death : That none of you may live your natural age, Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrrik But by some unlook'd accident cut off!

Hath in eternal darkness folded up. Glo. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'd Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest : hag.

O God, that see'st it, do not suffer it; Q. Mar. And leave out thee ? stay, dog, for thou As it was won with blood, lost be it so ! shalt hear me.

Buck. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for chiarity, If heaven have any grievous plague in store,

Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to we; Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee, Uncharitably with me have you dealt, O, let them keep it, till thy sins be ripe,

And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd. And then hurl down their indignation

My charity is outrage, life my shame, On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace ! And in my shame still live my sorrow's rage! The worm of conscience still be-gnaw thy soul ! Buek. Have done, have done. Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st. Q: Mar. O princely Buckingham, I kiss thy hand, And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends! In sign of league and amity with thee : No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, Now fair befal thee, and thy noble house ! Unless it be while some tormenting dream

Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils !

Nor thou within the compass of my curse. Thou elvish-mark'd, abortive, rooting hog!

Buck. Nor no one here ; for eurses never pass Thou that wast seal'd in thy nativity

The lips of those that breathe them in the air. The slave of nature, and the son of hell !

Q. Mar. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky, Thou slander of thy mother's heavy womb ! And there awake God's gentle-sleeping peace. Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins !

O Buckingham, beware of yonder dog : Thou rag of honour! thou detested

Look, when he fawns, he bites; and, when he biten Glo. Margaret.

His venom tooth will rankle to the death :
Q. Mar,
Richard !

Have not to do with him, beware of him ;


Sin, death, and hell, have set their marks on him; Q. Mar.

I call thee not. And all their ininisters attend on him. Glo. I cry thee mercy then ; for I did think, Glo. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingtam? That thou had'st call'd me all these bitter names. Buck. Nothing that I respect, my gracious lond.

Q. Mar. Why, so I did ; but look'd for no reply. Q. Mar. What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle O, let me make the period to my curse.

counsel ? Glo. 'Tis done by me; and ends in - Margaret. And sooth the devil that I warn thee from? Q. Eliz. Thus have you breath'd your curse O, but remember this another day, against yourself.

When he shall split thy very heart with surtow;

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And say, poor Margaret was e prophetess. SCENE IV. The same. A Room in the Tower,
Live each of you the subjects to his hate,
And be to yours, and all of you to God's! (Exit.

Enter CLARENCE and BRAKENBURY, Hast. My hair doth stand on end to hear her Brak. Why looks your grace so heavily to-day? curses.

Clar. O, I have pass'd a miserable night, Ri. And so doth mine; I muse, why she's at So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, liberty.

That, as I am a christian faithful man, Glo. I cannot blame her, by God's holy mother ; I would not spend another such a night, She hath had too much wrong, and I repent Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days ; My part thereof, that I have done to her.

So full of dismal terror was the time. Q. Eliz. I never did her any, to my knowledge.

Brak. What was your dream, my lord ? I pray Glo. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong.

you, tell me. I was too hot to do some body good,

Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the That is too cold in thinking of it now.

Tower, Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid ;

And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy; He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains ;.

And, in my company, my brother Gloster : God pardon them that are the cause thereof! Who from my cabin tempted me to walk

Rie. A virtuous and a christian-like conclusion, Upon the hatches; thence we look'd toward England,
To pray for them that have done scath to us. And cited up a thousand heavy times,

Gla. So do I ever, being well advis'd ; - During the wars of York and Lancaster
Por bad I curs'd now, I had curs'd myself. [Aside. That tiad befall’n us. As we pac'd along

Upon the giddy footing of the hatches,

Methought, that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling, Cates. Madam, his majesty doth call for you,

Struck me, that thought to stay him, over-board, And for your grace, and you, my noble lords.

Into the tumbling billows of the main. Q. Elis. Catesby, I come: ---Lords, will you go O Lord ! methought, what pain it was to drown! with me?

What dreadful noise of water in mine ears! Rii. Madam, we will attend upon your grace.

What sights of ugly death within mine eyes! [Exeunt all but GLOSTER. Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; Glo. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl.

A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon ; The secret mischiefs that I set abroach,

Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, I lay unto the grievous charge of others.

Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, Clarence, — whom I, indeed, have laid in dark- All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.! ness,

Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes I do beweep to many simple gulls;

Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham;

(As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, And tell them 'tis the queen and her allies,

That woord the slimy bottom of the deep, That stir the king against the duke my brother.

And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by. Now they believe it; and withal whet me

Brak. Had you such leisure in the time of death, To be reveng'd on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: To gaze upon these secrets of the deep ? But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture, Clar. Methought, I had ; and often did I strive Tell them that God bids us do good for evil : To yield the ghost : but still the envious flood And thus I clothe my naked villainy

Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth
With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ; To seek the empty, vast, and wand'ring air ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil. But smother'd it within my panting bulk,

Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.
Enter two Murderers.

Brak. Awak'd you not with this sore agony ? But soft, here come my executioners.

Clar. O, no, my dream was lengthen'd'after life; How now, my kardy, stout resolved mates ? O, then began the tempest to my soul ! Are you now going to despatch this thing? I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, 1 Murd. We are, my lord ; and come to have the With that grim ferryman which poets write of, warrant,

Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. That we may be admitted where he is,

The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Gla. Well thought upon, I have it here about me: Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick ;

[Gives the warrant. Who cry'd aloud, - What scourge for perjury When you have done, repair to Crosby-place. Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence? But, sirs, be sudden in the execution,

And so he vanish'd : Then came wand'ring by Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead ;

A shadow like an angel, with bright hair For Clarence is well spoken, and, perhaps, Dabbled in blood; and he shriek'd out aloud, May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him. Clarence is come, ---false, fleeting, perjur'd Clarence, 1 Murd. Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand to That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury ; prate,

Seize on him, furies, take him to your torments ! Talkers are no good doers ; be assurd,

With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends
We go to use our hands, and not our tongues. Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears
Gls. Your eyes drop mill-stones, when fools' eyes Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise,
drop tears :

I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after,
I like you, lads ; – about your business straight; Could not believe but that I was in hell ;
Go, go, despatche

Such terrible impression made my dream. 1 Murd. We will, my noble lord. Brak. No marvel, lord, though it affrighted you; [Exeunt. I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it.

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Clar. O, Brakenbury, I have done these things, 1 Murd. So, when he opens his purse to give us That now give evidence against my soul,

our reward, thy conscience flies out. For Edward's sake; and, see, how he requites me! 2 Murd. 'Tis no matter ; let it go; there's few, O God ! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee, or none, will entertain it., But thou wilt be aveng'd on my misdeeds,

1 Murd. What, if it come to thee again? Yet execute thy wrath on me alone :

2 Murd. I'll not meddle with it, it is a dangerous O, spare my guiltless wife, and my poor children! thing, it makes a man a coward; a man cannot I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me;

steal, but it accuseth him; a man cannot swear, My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.

but it checks him; a man cannot lie with his neigtBrak. I will, my lord; God give your grace good bour's wife, but it detects him: 'Tis a blushing rest!

shame-faced spirit, that mutinies in a man's bosom; (CLARENCE reposes himself on a chair. it fills one full of obstacles : it made me once reSorrow breaks seasons, and reposing hours,

store a purse of gold, that by chance I found ; it Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night. beggars any man that keeps it: it is turned ou: of Princes have but their titles for their glories, all towns and cities for a dangerous thing; and An outward honour for an inward toil ;

every man, that means to live well, endeavours to And, for unfelt imaginations,

trust to himself, and live without it. They often feel a world of restless cares :

Murd. 'Zounds, it is even now at my elbow, So that, between their titles, and low name,

persuading me not to kill the duke. There's nothing differs but the outward fame. 2 Murd. Take the devil in thy mind, and believe tij

him not: he would insinuate with thee, but to make i Enter the two Murderers.

thee sigh. 1 Murd. Ho! who's here?

1 Murd. I am strong-fram'd, he cannot prevail Brak. What would'st thou, fellow ? and how with me. cam'st thou hither?

2 Murd. Spoke like a tall fellow, that respects 1 Murd. I would speak with Clarence, and I came his reputation. Come, shall we fall to work? hither on my legs.

Murd. Take him over the costard with the hilts Brak. What, so brief?

of thy sword, and then throw him into the malmsey. 2 Murd. O, sir, 'tis better to be brief than te- butt, in the next room. dious:

2 Murd. O excellent device ! and make a sop of Let him see our commission; talk no more.

[A paper is delivered to BRAKENBURY, who 1 Murd. Soft! he wakes.
reads it.

2 Murd. Strike. Brak: I am in this, commanded to deliver

1 Murd. No, we'll reason with him. The noble duke of Clarence to your hands :

Clar. Where art thou, keeper? give me a cup of I will not reason what is meant hereby,

wine. Because I will be guiltless of the meaning.

1 Murd. You shall have wine enough, my lord, Here are the keys; - there sits the duke asleep.: I'll to the king; and signify to him,

Clar. In God's name, what art thou ? That thus I have resign'd to you my charge.

1 Murd. A man, as you are. 1 Murd. You may, sir ; 'tis a point of wisdom : Clar. But not, as I am, royal. Fare you well.

(Exit BRAKENBURY. 1 Murd. Nor you, as we are, loyal. 2 Murd. What, shall we stab him as he sleeps ? Clar. Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are 1 Murd. No; he'll say, 'twas done cowardly,

humble. when he wakes.

1 Murd. My voice is now the king's, my looks 2 Murd. When he wakes ! why, fool, he shall

mine own. never wake until the great judgment day

Clar. How darkly, and how deadly dost thou 1 Murd. Why, then he'll say, we stabb'd him

speak! sleeping

Your eyes do menace me: Why look you pale? 2 Murd. The urging of that word, judgment, hath Who sent you hither? Wherefore do you come? bred a kind of remorse in me.

Both Murd. To, to, to, 1 Murd. What ? art thou afraid ?

Clar. To murder me? 2 Murd. Not to kill him, having a warrant for Both Murd. Ay, ay. it; but to be damn’d for killing him, from the Clar. You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so, which no warrant can defend me.

And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it. 1 Murd. I thought, thou had'st been resolute. Wherein, my friends, have I offended you ? 2 Murd. So I am, to let him live.

1 Murd. 'Offended us you have not, but the king, 1 Murd. I'll back to the duke of Gloster, and tell Clar. I shall be reconcil'd to him again.

2 Murd. Never, my lord; therefore prepare to die. 2 Murd. Nay, I pr’ythee, stay a little : I hope, Clar. Are you cali’d forth from out a world of this holy humour of mine will change ; it was wont

men, to hold me but while one would tell twenty. To slay the innocent? What is my offence?

I Murd. How dost thou feel thyself now? Where is the evidence that doth accuse me?

2 Murd. 'Faith, some certain dregs of conscience What lawful quest have given their verdict up. are yet within me.

Unto the frowning judge? or who pronounc'd i Murd. Remember our reward, when the deed's The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death ? done.

Before I be convict by course of law, 2 Murd. Come, he dies; I had forgot the reward. To threaten me with death, is inost unlawful I Murd. Where's thy conscience now?

I charge you, as you hope for any goodnes 2 Murd. In the duke of Gloster's purse, By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievu


him so.

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me ?

That you depart, and lay no hands on me;

1 Murd. Ay, mill-stones ; as he lesson'd us to The deed you undertake is damnable.

weep 1 Murd. What we will do, we do upon command. C'lar. O, do not slander him, for he is kind. 2 Murd. And he, that hath commanded, is our king. 1 Murd. Right, as snow in harvest. Come,

Clar. Erroneous vassal! the great King of kings : you deceive yourself: Hath in the table of his law commanded,

'Tis he that sends us to destroy you here. That thou shalt do no murder; Wilt thou then Clar. It cannot be ; for he bewept my fortune, Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's ?

And hugg'd me in his arms, and swore, with sobs, Take heed; for he holds vengeance in his hand, That he would labour my delivery. To hurl upon their heads that break his law.

1 Murd. Why, so he doth, when he delivers you 2 Murd. And that same vengeance doth he hurl From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven. on thee,

2 Murd. Make peace with God, for you must For false forswearing, and for murder too :

die, my lord. Thou didst receive the sacrament to fight

Clar. Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul, In quarrel of the house of Lancaster.

To counsel me to make my peace with God, 1 Murd. And, like a traitor to the name of God, And art thou yet to thy own soul so blind, Didst break that vow; and, with thy treacherous That thou wilt war with God, by murdering

blade, Unrip dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son. Ah, sirs, consider, he, that set you on 2 Murd. Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and To do this deed, will hate you for the deed. defend.

2 Mur. What shall we do? 1 Murd. How canst thou urge God's dreadful Clar.

Relent, and save your souls. law to us,

Murd. Relent ! 'tis cowardly, and womanish. When thou hast broke it in such dear degree?

Clar. Not to relent, is beastly, savage, devilish. -Clar. Alas! for whose sake did I that ill deed ? Which of you, if you were a prince's son, For Edward, for my brother, for his sake :

Being pent from liberty, as I am now, He sends you not to murder me for this;

If two such murderers as yourselves came to you, – For in that sin he is as deep as I.

Would not entreat for life? If God will be avenged for the deed,

My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks ; 0, know you, that he doth it publickly;

O, if thine eye be not a flatterer,
Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm; Come thou on my side, and entreat for me,
He needs no indirect nor lawless course,

As you would beg, were you in my distress.
To cut off those that have offended him.

A begging prince what beggar pities not? 1 Murd. Who made thee then a bloody minister, 2 Murd. Look behind you, my lord. When gallant-springing, brave Plantagenet,

1 Murd. Take that, and that; if all this will not That princely novice, was struck dead by thee ?


(Stabs him. Clar. My brother's love, the devil, and my rage. I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within. 1 Murd. Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy

[Erit, with the body. fault,

2 Murd. A bloody deed, and desperately de. Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee.

spatch'd! Clar. If you do love my brother, hate not me; How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands I am his brother, and I love him well.

Of this most grievous guilty murder done!
If you are hir'd for meed, go back again,
And I will send you to my brother Gloster ;

Re-enter first Murderer.
Who shall reward you better for my life,

1 Murd. How now? what mean'st thou, that thou Than Edward will for tidings of my death.

help'st me not? 2 Murd. You are deceiv'd, your brother Gloster By heaven, the duke shall know how slack you have

been. Clar. O, no; he loves me, and he holds me dear : 2 Murd. I would he knew, that I had sav'd his Go you to him from me.

brother ! Both Murd. Ay, so we will.

Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say; Clar. Tell him, when that our princely father For I repent me that the duke is slain. (Erit. York

1 Murd. So do not I; go, coward, as thou art, Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm, Well, I'll go hide the body in some hole, And charg'd us from his soul to love each other, Till that the duke give order for his burial : He little thought of this divided friendship : And when I have my meed, I will away ; Bid Gloster think on this, and he will weep.

For this will out, and then I must not stay. (Exit.

hates you.


SCENE I. - The same. A Room in the Palace. You peers, continue this united league :

I every day expect an embassage
Enter King Edward, (led in sick,) QUEEN ELIZA- From my Redeemer to redeem me hence;
Grey, and others

And more in peace my soul shall part to heaven,

Since I have made my friends at peace on earth. K. Edw. Why, so: - now have I done a good Rivers and Hastings, take each other's hand ; day's work;

Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love.

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