Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say; For I repent me that the duke is slain. [Exit. 1 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. London. A Room in the Palace. Enter KING EDWARD, (led in sick,) QUEEN ELIZABeth, 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 now in peace my soul shall part to heaven, Riv. By Heaven, my soul is purged from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love. Hast. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love! 1 i. e. do not merely cloak and conceal your ill-will to each other, but eradicate it altogether from your bosoms. Riv. And I, as I love Hastings with my heart! 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 remember Our former hatred, so thrive I, and mine! K. Edw. Dorset, embrace him,-Hastings, love lord marquis. 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 duteous love Doth cherish you, and yours, God punish me [Embracing RIVers, &c. K. Edw. A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham, 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 day.— Brother, we have done deeds of charity; Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, Between these swelling, wrong-incensed peers. Glo. A blessed labor, my most sovereign liege.Among this princely heap, if any here, By false intelligence, or wrong surmise, If I unwittingly, or in my rage, Have aught committed that is hardly borne By any in this presence, I desire To reconcile me to his friendly peace: I hate it, and desire all good men's love.- If ever any grudge were lodged between us;- Q. Eliz. A holiday shall this be kept hereafter:- Glo. Why, madam, have I offered love for this, To be so flouted in this royal presence? Who knows not that the gentle duke is dead? You do him injury to scorn his corse. [They all start. K. Edw. Who knows not he is dead! who knows he is? Q. Eliz. All-seeing Heaven, what a world is this! Buck. Look I so pale, lord Dorset, as the rest? Dor. Ay, my good lord; and no man in the presence, But his red color hath forsook his cheeks. K. Edw. Is Clarence dead? The order was reversed. Glo. But he, poor man, by your first order died, And that a winged Mercury did bear; Some tardy cripple bore the countermand, God grant that some, less noble, and less loyal, Enter STANLEY. Stan. A boon, my sovereign, for my service done! K. Edw. I pr'ythee, peace; my soul is full of sor row. Stan. I will not rise, unless your highness hear me. K. Edw. Then say at once, what is it thou request'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? 1 He means the remission of the forfeit. All this from my remembrance brutish wrath you all O, [Exeunt King, Queen, HASTINGs, Rivers, DORSET, and GREY. Glo. This is the fruit of rashness!-Marked you not, How that the guilty kindred of the queen Looked pale, when they did hear of Clarence' death? O! they did urge it still unto the king: God will revenge it. Come, lords; will you go, To comfort Edward with our company? Buck. We wait upon your grace. SCENE II. The same. [Exeunt. Enter the DUCHESS of YORK, with a Son and Daughter of CLARENCE. Son. Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead? 1 Hastings was lord chamberlain to king Edward IV. 2 Cecily, daughter of Ralph Neville, first earl of Westmoreland, and widow of Richard duke of York, who was killed at the battle of Wakefield, 1460. She survived her husband thirty-five years, living till the year 1495. |