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Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time
Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.'
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here Clarence comes
Enter CLARENCE, guarded, and BRakenbury.
Brother, good day. What means this armed guard, That waits upon your grace?
His majesty, Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower.
Glo. Upon what cause?
Because my name is-George. Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of He should, for that, commit your godfathers. O, belike, his majesty hath some intent, That you shall be new christened in the Tower. But what's the matter, Clarence? may I know?
Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know; for, I protest,
1 This is from Holinshed.
As yet I do not. But, as I can learn,
And, for my name of George begins with G,
These, as I learn, and such like toys as these,
Glo. Why, this it is, when men are ruled by
'Tis not the king that sends you to the Tower;
Was it not she, and that good man of worship,
Clar. By Heaven, I think there is no man secure,
Glo. Humbly complaining to her deity
Brak. I beseech your graces both to pardon me;
Glo. Even so? An please your worship, Brakenbury, You may partake of any thing we say.
1 The queen and Shore.
We speak no treason, man.—We
A bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue;
Brak. With this, my lord, myself have nought to do. Glo. Naught to do with mistress Shore? I tell thee, fellow,
He that doth naught with her, excepting one,
Brak. What one, my lord?
Glo. Her husband, knave.-Wouldst thou betray me? Brak. I beseech your grace to pardon me; and withal, Forbear your conference with the noble duke.
Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey.
Glo. We are the queen's abjects,' and must obey. Brother, farewell. I will unto the king; And whatsoever you will employ me in,— Were it to call king Edward's widow-sister,I will perform it to enfranchise you.
Mean time, this deep disgrace in brotherhood,
Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well.
I must perforce; farewell. [Exeunt CLARENCE, BRAKENBURY, and
Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return, Simple, plain Clarence!-I do love thee so, That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven,
1 i. e. the lowest of her subjects. This substantive is found in Psalm xxxv. 15.
2 He means," or else be imprisoned in your stead." To lie signified anciently to reside, or remain in a place.
If heaven will take the present at our hands.
Hast. Good time of day unto my gracious lord!
Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners must;
Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence too; For they, that were your enemies, are his, And have prevailed as much on him, as you.
Hast. More pity that the eagle should be mewed, While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.
Glo. What news abroad?
Hast. No news so bad abroad as this at home;The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy, And his physicians fear him mightily.
Glo. Now, by saint Paul, this news is bad indeed. O, he hath kept an evil diet long, And over-much consumed his royal person; 'Tis very grievous to be thought upon. What, is he in his bed?
Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you. [Exit HASTINGS. He cannot live, I hope; and must not die Till George be packed with post-horse up to heaven. I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence, With lies well steeled with weighty arguments; And, if I fail not in my deep intent, Clarence hath not another day to live; Which done, God take king Edward to his mercy, And leave the world for me to bustle in!
For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter.'
1 Lady Anne, the betrothed widow of Edward prince of Wales. See King Henry VI. Part III.
What though I killed her husband and her father?
By marrying her, which I must reach unto.
SCENE II. The same. Another Street.
Enter the corpse of KING HENRY THE SIXTH, borne in an open coffin, Gentlemen bearing halberds, to guard it; and LADY ANNE as mourner.
Anne. Set down, set down your honorable load,— If honor may be shrouded in a hearse,Whilst I awhile obsequiously lament The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster— Poor key-cold' figure of a holy king! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost, To hear the lamentations of poor Anne, Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughtered son, Stabbed by the self-same hand that made these
Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life,
1 A key, on account of the coldness of the metal of which it is composed, was often employed to stop any slight bleeding. The epithet is common to many old writers.