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Ah, sirs, consider, he, that set you on
2 Murd. What shall we do?
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; O, if thine eye be not a flatterer, Come thou on my side, and entreat for me, As you would beg, were you in my distress. A begging prince what beggar pities not?
2 Murd. Look behind you, my lord. 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 des
patch'd ! How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands Of this most grievous guilty murder done!
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 ; For I repent me that the Juke is slain. [Exit.
I 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 II. • SCENE I. The same. A room in the palace. Enter King Edward, (led in sick,) Queen Elizabeth,
* Shut up.
Dorset, Rivers, Hastings, Buckingham, Grey, and others. K. Edw. Why, so :-now have I done a good
day's work ;You peers, continue this united league : I every day expect an embassage 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; Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love.
Riv. By heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging
And with my hand I seal my true heart's love.
Hast. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like!
Hast. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love!
K. Edw. Madam, yourself are not exempt in this, 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 re
member Our former hatred, so thrive I, and mine! K. Edw. Dorset, embrace him,--Hastings, love
Dor. This interchange of love, I here protest, Upon my part shall be inviolable. Hast. And so swear I. (Embraces Dorset. K. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou
this league With thy embracements to my wife's allies, And make me happy in your unity.
Buck. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate Upon your grace, [To the Queen.] but with all du
[Embracing Rivers, 8c. K. Edw. A pleasing cordial, princely Bucking
ham, Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart. There wanteth now our brother Gloster here, To make the blessed period of this peace, Buck. And in good time, here comes the noble duke.
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
Glo. A blessed labour, my most sovereign liege.
Have aught committed that is hardly borne
Q. Eliz. A holy-day shall this be kept hereafter :-
Glo. Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this, To be so fouted in this royal presence? Who knows not, that the gentle duke is dead ?
[They all start. You do him injury, to scorn his corse. K. Edw. Who knows not, he is dead! who knows
he is ?
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, That came too lag to see him buried :God grant, that some, less noble, and less loyal, Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood, Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did,
And yet go current from suspicion.
: quest'st. Stan. The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life; Who slew to-day a riotous gentleman, Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk. K. Edw. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's
death, And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave ? · My brother kill'd no man, his fault was thought, And yet his punishment was bitter death. Who sued to me for him ? who, in my wrath, Kneel'd at my feet, and bade me be advis'd ? Who spoke of brotherhood ? who spoke of love ? Who told me, how the poor soul did forsake The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me? Who told me, in the field at Tewksbury, When Oxford had me down, he rescued me, And said, Dear brother, live, and be a king ? Who told me, when we both lay in the field, Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me Even in his garments; and did give himself, All thin and naked, to the numb-cold night? All this from my remembrance brutish wrath Sinfully pluck’d, and not a man of you. Had so much grace to put it in my mind. But, when your carters, or your waiting-vassals, Have done a drunken slaughter, and defac'd The precious image of our dear Redeemer, You straight are on your knees for pardon, pardon; And I, unjustly too, must grant it you :But for my brother, not a man would speak, Nor I (ungracious) speak unto myself For him, poor soul.- The proudest of you all