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Suppose that I am now my father's mouth;
Q. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so resolv'd! Glo. That you might still have worn the petticoat, And ne'er have stol'n the breach from Lancaster.
Prince. Let Esop fable in a winter's night; His currish riddles sort not with this place.
Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that word. Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men. Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive scold. Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crook-back [tongue. K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your Clar. Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert.
Prince. I know my duty, you are all undutiful:
I am your better, traitors as ye are ;-
K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here.
[Stabs him. Glo. Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony.
Clar. And there's for twitting me
Q. Mar. O, kill me too!
Glo. Marry, and shall.
[Glo. stabs him. with perjury.
[Clar. stabs him.
[Offers to kill her.
K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done too
Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with [recovery.
K. Edw. What! doth she swoon? use means for her Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother: I'll hence to London on a serious matter:
Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.
Clar. What? what?
Glo. The Tower, the Tower!
Q. Mar. O, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, Canst thou not speak?-O traitors! murderers!— [boy!
They, that stabb'd Cæsar, shed no blood at all,
He was a man; this, in respect, a child;
How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd!
Look in his youth to have him so cut off,
As, deathsmen! you have rid this sweet young prince!
Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death:
K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence! Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this prince. [Exit, led out forcibly. K. Edw. Where's Richard gone?! Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guess, To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head. Now march we hence: discharge the common sort With pay and thanks, and let's away to London, And see our gentle queen how well she fares; By this, I hope, she hath a son for ine.
SCENE VI. LONDON. A Room in the TOWER. KING HENRY is discovered sitting with a Book in his Hand, the Lieutenant attending. Enter GLOSTER. Glo. Good day, my lord! What, at your book so hard? K. Hen. Ay, my good lord: My lord, I should say 'Tis sin to flatter, good was little better: [rather; Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike, And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord. Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer. [Exit Lieutenant. K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf: So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.What scene of death hath Roscius now to act? Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in a bush, With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush; And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye,
Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and kill'd,
And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd.
Why, then thou art an executioner.
Glo. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.
K. Hen. Hadst thou been kill'd, when first thou didst, presume,
Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine.
Teeth hadst thou in thy head, when thou wast born,
Glo. I'll hear no more;-Die, prophet, in thy speech;
[Stubs him For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd. K. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this. O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee!
[Dies. Glo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted, See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's death! O, may such purple tears be always shed
From those that wish the downfall of our house!-
O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!
That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog.
And this word-love, which greybeards call divine,
And not in me; I am myself alone.
Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light;
SCENE VII. The same. A Room in the Palace. KING EDWARD is discovered sitting on his Throne; QUEEN ELIZABETH with the infant PRINCE, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and others, near him. K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal throne, Re-purchas'd with the blood of enemies.
What valiant foe-men, like to autumn's corn,
For hardy and undoubted champions:
Two Cliffords, as the father and the son,
Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound:
And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.
Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy:-