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Buck. Have done, have done!

When you have done, repair to Crosby-place!
Q. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I kiss thy hand, But, sirs, be sudden in the execution,
Jo sign of league and amity with thee:

Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead!
Now fair befall thee, and thy poble house! For Clarence is well spoken, and, perhaps,
Thy garments are not spotled with our blood, May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him.
Nor thou within the conipass of my curse.

1 Murd. Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand to
Buck, Nor no one here; for curses never pass

prate.
The lips of those, that breathe them in the air. Talkers are no good doers; be assur’d, -

Q. Mar. I'll not believe, but they ascend the sky, We go to use our hands, and pot our tongues.
And there awake God's gentle-sleeping peace. Glu. Your eyes drop mill-stones, when fools' eyes
O Buckingham, beware of yonder dog!

drop tears:
Look, when he fawns, he bites; and, when he bites, I like you, lads ; - about your business straight!
His venom tooth will raukle to the death,

Go, go, dispatch!
Have not to do with him, beware of him!

1 Murd. We will, my noble lord. (Ereunt.
Sio, death, and hell, have ser their marks on him SCENE IV. – The same. A room in the Tower,
And all their ministers attend on him.

Enter CLARENCE and BRAKENBURY.
Glo. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham? Brak. Why looks your grace so heavily to day?
Buck. Nothing, that I respect, my gracious lord. Clar. O, I have pass'd a miserable night,
Q. Mar. What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,
counsel?

That, as I am a christian faithful man,
And sooth the devil, that I warn thee from?

I would not spend another such a night,
o, but remember th
another day,

Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days;
When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow; So full of dismal terror was the time!
And say, poor Margaret was a prophetess:-

Brak. What was your dream, my lord? I pray Live each of you the subjects to his hate,

you, tell me!
And he to yours, and all of you to God's ! (Exit. Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the Tower,
Hast. My hair doth stand on end to hear lier curses. And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy;
Riv.And so doth miue; I muse, why she's at liberty. And, in my company, my brother Gloster,
Glo. I cannot blame her, by God's holy mother; Who from my cabin tempted me to walk
She hath had too much wrong, and I repent Upon the hatches; thence we look'd toward England,
My part thereof, that I have done to her.

And cited up a thousand heavy times,
0. Eliz. I never did her any, to my kuowledge. During the wars of York and Lancaster,
Glo. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong. That had befall'n ns. As we pac'd along
I was too lot to do somebody good,

Upon the giddy footing of the hatches,
That is too cold in thinking of it now.

Meihought, that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid; Struck me, that thought to stay him, over-board, He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains;

Into the tumbling billows of the maio.
God pardon them, that are the cause thereof! O Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown!

Riv. A virtuous and a christian-like conclusion! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears!
To pray for them that have done scath to us. What sights of ugly death within mine eyes!
Glo. So do I ever, being well advis'd; –

Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks;
For had I curs’d now, I had curs’d myself. [Aside. A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd npon;
Enter CATESBY.

Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Cates. Madam, his majesly dotlı call for you, Inestimable stones, unvalved jewels, And for your grace, – and you, my noble lords. All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea : Q. Eliz. Catesby, I come. - Lords, will you go Some Jay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes, with me?

where eyes dill once inhabit, there were crept Riv. Madam, we will attend upon your grace. (.As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gers,

{Exeunt all but Gloster. That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, Glo. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. And mock'd the dead bones, that lay scatter'd bx, The secret mischiefs, that I set abroach,

Brak. Had you such leisure in the time of death I lay unto the grievons charge of others.

To gaze "pon these secrets of the deep?
Clarence, whom I, indeed, have laid in darkness, Clar. Methought, I had; and often did I strive
I do beweep to many simple gulis ;

To yield the ghost: but still the envious flood
Namely, to Stanley, Ilastings, Buckingham; kept in my soul, and would not let it forth
And tell them — 'tis the queen and her allies, To seek the empty, vast, and wand'ring air,
That stir the king against the duke my brother. But smother'd it within my panting bulk,
Now they believe it, and withal whet me

Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.
To be reveng’d on Rivers, Vanghan, Grey: Bruk. A wak'd you not with this sore agony?
But then I sigh, and with a piece of scripture, Clur. O, no, my dream was lengthend after life.
Tell thein, that God bids us do good for evil: O, then began the tempest to my soul!
And thus I clothe my naked villainy

pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood
With old odd ends, stol’n forth of holy writ, With that yrim ferryman, which poets write of,
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil. Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.
Enter two Murderers.

The first, that there did greet my stranger son!,
But soft, here come my executioners.

Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; How now, my hardy, stout, resolved mates ? Who cry'd aloud: What scourge for perjury Are you now going to dispatch this thing? Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ? 1 Murd. We are, my lord, and come to have the And so he vanish.d. Then came waod'ring by warrant,

A shadow, lihe an angel, with bright hair
That we may be admitted, where he is.

Dabbled in blood, and lie shriek'd out aloud:
Glo. Well thought upon, I have it here about me: Clarence is come.

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That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury ; 2 Murd. 'Faith, some certain dregs of conscience
Seize on him, furies, take him to your torments! are yet within me.
With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends 1 Murd. Remember our reward, when the deed's
Environ’d me, and howled in mine ears

done!
Such hideous cries, that with the very noise 2 Murd. Come, he dies; I had forgot the reward.
I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after,

1 Murd. Where's thy conscience now? Could not believe, but that I was in hell;

2 Mard. In the duke of Gloster's purse. Such terrible impression made my dream!

i Murd. So, when he opens his purse, to give us Brak. No marvel, lord, though it atlrighted you; our reward, thy conscience flies out. I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it.

2 Murd. 'Tis no matter; let it go! there's few, or
Clar. O, Brakenbury, I have done these things, none, will entertain it.
That now give evidence against my soul,

1 Murd. What, if it come to thee again?
For Edward's sake; and, see, how he requites me!- 2 Murd. I'll not meddle with it, it is a dangerous
O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thce, thing, it makes a man a coward; a man cannot steal, but
But thou wilt be aveng'd on my misdeeds,

it accuseth him ; a man cannot swear, but it checks him; Yet execute thy wrath on me alone!

a man cannot lie with his neighbour's wife, but it deO, spare my guiltless wife, and

my poor children!

tects him. 'Tis a blushing shame-faced spirit, that I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me!

mutinies in a man's bosom, it fills one fullof obstacles : My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.

it made me once restore a purse of gold, that by chance Brak. I will, my lord; God give your grace good I found; it beggars any man that keeps it: it is turnrest!

ed out of all towns and cities for a dangerous thing; (Clarence reposes himself on a chair. and every man, that means to live well, endeavours to Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours,

trust to himself, and live without it. Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night. 1 Murd. 'Zounds, it is even now at my elbow, perPrinces have but their titles for their glories,

suading me, not to kill the duke. An outward honour for an inward toil;

2 Murd. Take the devil in tlıy mind, and believe Alid, for upfelt imaginations,

him not: he would insinuate with thee, but to make They often feel a world of restless cares :

thee sigh. So that, between their titles, and low name,

1 Murd. I am strong-fram'd, he cannot prevail with There's nothing dillers, but the outward fame. Enter the two Murderers,

2 Murd. Spoke like a tall fellow, that respects his 1 Murd. Ho! who's here?

reputation! Come, shall we fall to work?

1 Murd. Take him over the costard with the hilt Brak. What would’st thou, fellow ? and how cam’st of thy sword, and then throw him into the malmseythou hither?

butt, in the next room! 1 Murd. I would speak with Clarence, and I came

2 Murd. () excellent device! and make a sop of him. hither on my legs.

1 Murd. Soft! he wakes.
Brak. What, so brief?
2 Murd. O, sir, 'tis better to be brief, than tedi- 2 Murd. Strike!

1 Murd, No, we'll reason with him.

Clar. Where art thou, keeper? give me a cup of wine! Let him see our commission; talk no more! (A paper is delivered to Brakenbury, who clar. In God's name, what art thou?

1 Murd. You shall have wine enough, my lord,anon. reads it.

1 Murd. A man, as you are.
Brak, I am in this commanded to deliver

Clar. But not, as I am, royal.
The noble duke of Clarence to your hands.

1 Murd. Nor you, as we are, loyal.
I will not reason, what is meant hereby,

Clar. Thay voice is thunder, but thy looks are humble. Because I will be guiltless of the meaning.

1 Murd. My voice is now the king's, my looks mine Here are the keys ; – there sits the duke asleep: I'll to the king and signify to him,

Clar. How darkly, and how deadly dost thou spcak! That thus I have resigi'd to you my charge. Your

eyes do menace me. Why look you pale? 1 Murd. You may, sic ; 'tis a point of wisdom : Who sent you hither? Wherefore do you come? Fare you well!

[Exit Brakenbury. Both Murd. To, to, to, –
2 Murd. What, shall we stab him as he sleeps ? Clar, To murder me?
1 Murd. No; he'll say, 'twas done cowardiy, when

Both Murd. Ay, ay:
he wakes.

Clur. You scarcely kave the hearts, to tell me so, 2 Murd. When he wakes! why, fool, he shall ne- And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it. ver wake until the great judgment day.

Wherein, my friends, have offended you? 1 Murd. Why, then he'll say, we stabb’d him sleep-1 | Murd. oifended us you have not, but the king. ing.

Clar. I shall be reconcil'd to him again. 2 Murd. The urging of that word, judgment, hath 2 Murd. Never, my lord ; therefore prepare to die! bred a kind of remorse in me.

Clar. Are you call'd forth from out a world of men, 1 Murd. What? art thou afraid?

To slay the innocent? What is my offence ? 2 Murd. Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; Where is the evidence, that doth accuse me? but to be damn’d for killing him, from the which What lawful quest have given their verdict up Do warrant can defend me.

Unto the frowning judge? or who pronounc'd
1 Murd. I thought, thou had'st been resolute. The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death?
2 Murd. So I am, to let him live.

Before I be convict by course of law,
1 Murd. I'll baek to the duke of Gloster, and tell To threaten me with death, is most unlawful.

I charge you, as you hope for any goodness,
2 Murd. Nay, ' pr’ythee, stay a little! I hope this By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sina,
holy humour of mine will change; it was wout to that you depart, and lay no hands on me;
hold me but while our woulil tell twenty.

The deed, you undertake, is damnable, 1 Murd. How dost thou feel thyself now?

i Murd. What we will do, we do upon command.

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2 Murd. And he, that hath commanded, is our king | Being pent from liberty, as I am now,
Clar. Erroneous vassal! the great King of kings If two such murderers, as yourselves, came to you,
Hath in the table of his law commanded,

Would not entreat for life?
That thou shalt do no murder; wilt thou then My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks;
Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's?

(), if thine eye be not a flatterer,
Take heed! for he holds vengeance in his hand, Come thou on my side, and entreat for me,
To hurl upon their heads, that break his law, As you would beg, were you in distress.
2 Murd. And that same vengeance doth he hurlon A begging prince what beggar pities not?
thee,

2 Murd. Look behind you, my lord! For false forswearing, and for murder too:

1 Murd. Take that, and that; if all this will not Thou didst receive the sacrament, to fight

do,

(Stabs him. In quarrel of the house of Lancaster.

| I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within. 1 Murd. And, like a traitor to the name of God,

[Exis, with the body. Didst break that vow, and with thy treacherous blade 2 Murd. A bloody deed, and desperately dispatched! Unrip’dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son. How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands 2 Murd. Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and of this most grievous guilty murder done! defend.

Re-enter first Murderer. 1 Murd.Ilow canst thou urgeGod's dreadfullaw to us, 1 Murd. How now, what mean'st thou, that thou When thou hast broke it in such dear degree?

help’st me not ? Clar. Alas! for whose sake did I that ill deed? By heaven, the duke shall know, how slack you

have For Edward, for my brother, for nis sake.

been. He sends you not to murder me for this;

2 Murd. I would he knew that I had sav'd his brother. For in that sin he is as deep, as I.

Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say! If God will be avenged for the deed,

For I repent me, that the duke is slain. 0, know you, that he doth it publicly!

1 Murd. So do not l; go, coward, as thou art!Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm! Well, I'll go hide the body in some hole, lle needs po indirect, nor lawless course,

Till that the duke give order for his burial;
To cut oil those, that have offended him.

And when I have my meed, I will away;
1 Murd. Who made thee then a bloody miuister, For this will out, and then I must not stay. (Erit.
When gallant-springing, brave Plantagenet,
That princely novice, was struck dead by thee ?
Clar: diy brother's love, the devil, and my rage.

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1 vurd. Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy fault SCENE I. The same. A room in the palace.
Provoke ns hither now to slaughter thee.

Enter King Edward, (led in sich;) Queen ELIZABETH, Clar. If you do love my brother, hate not me! Dorset, Rivers, llastings, BUCKINGHAM, Grey, and I am his brother, and I love him well.

Others. If you are hir’d for meed, go back again,

K. Edw. Why, so:— now have I done a good day's And I will send you to my brother Gloster,

work. Who shall reward you better for my life,

You peers, continue this united league! Than Edward will for tidings of my death. I every day expect an embassage 2 Murd. You are deceiv'd, your brother Gloster From my Redeemer to redeem me hence,

And more in peace my soul shall part to heaven, Clur. O, no ; he loves me, and he holds me dear. Since I have made my friends at peace on earth. Go you to him from me!

Rivers, and Hastings, take each other's hand; Both Murd. Ay, so we will.

Dissemble not your liatred, swear your love! Clar. Tell him, when that our princely father York Riv.By heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate Bless d his three sons with his victorious arm, Apd with my hand 1 seal my trae heart's love. And charg'd is from his soul, to love each other, Hast. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like! He little thought of this divided friendship. K. Edw. Take heed, you dally not before your king, Bid Gloster think on this, and he will weep. Lest he, that is the supreme King of kings, 1 Murd. Ay, mill-stones, as he lesson'd us to weep. Confound your hidden falseliood, and award Clar. O, do not slander him, for he is kind. Either of you to be the other's end ! 1 Murd. Right, as soow in harvest !-Come, you de- Hast. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love! ceive yourself';

Riv. And I, as I love Hastings with my heart!
'Tis he, that sends as to destroy you here. K. Edw. Madam, yourself are not szempt in this,--

Clar. It cannot be; for he bewept my fortune, Nor your son Dorset, - Buckingham, nor you; --
And hugg'd me in his arms, and swore, with sobs, You have been factions one against the other.
That he would labour my delivery.

Wife, love lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand,
1. Murd. Why, so he doth, when he delivers you And what you do, do it unfeignedly!
From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven. Q.Eliz. There, Hastings ;-I will never more remember
2 Murd. Make peace with God, for you must die, Our former hatred, so thrives, and mine!

K. Edw. Dorset, embrace him – Hastings, love lord
Clar. Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul, marquis !
To counsel me, to make my peace with God, Dor. This interchange of love, I here protest,
And art thou yet to thy own soul so blind,

Upon my part shall be inviolable.
That thou wilt war with God, by murdering me? ilust. And so swear I.
Ah, sirs, consider, he, that set you on

K. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou this
To do this deed, will hate you for the deed.

league, 2 Murd. What shall we do?

With thy embracements to my wife's allies, Clar. Pelent, and save your souls.

And make me happy in your unity! 1 Murd. Relent ! 'tis cowardly, and womanish. Buck. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate olar. Not to relent is beastly, savage, devilish. -- Upon your grace, [To the Queen.] but with all duteous Which of you, if you were a prince's son,

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Doth cherish you and yours, God punish me K. Edw. Have la tongue to doom my brother's death,
With hate in those, where I expect most love! And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave?
When I have most need to employ a friend, My brother kill'd no man, his fault was thought,
And most assured, that he is a friend,

And yet his punishment was bitter death.
Deep, hollow, treacherons, and full of guile, Who sued to me for him? who, in my wrath,
Be he unto me! this do I beg of heaven,

Kneel'd at my feet, and bade me be advis’d?
When I am cold in love, to you, or yours.

Who spoke of brotherhood ? who spoke of love?

[Embracing Rivers, etc. Who told me, how the poor soul did forsake
K. Edw. A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham, The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me?
Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart.

Who told me, in the field at Tewksbury,
There wanteth now our brother Gloster here, When Oxford had me down, he rescu'd me,
To make the blessed period of this peace.

And said, Deur brother, live, and be a king?
Buck. And, in good time here comes the noble duke. Who told me, when we both lay in the field,
Enter Gloster.

Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me
Glo. Good morrow to my sovereign king, and queen! Even in his garment, and did give himself,
And, princely peers, a happy time of day! All thin and naked, to the numb-cold night?
K. Edw. Happy, indeed, as we have spent the day!- All this from my remembrance brutish wrath
Brother, we have done deeds of charity;

Sinfully pluck'd, and not a man of you
Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate,

Had so much grace, to put it in my mind.
Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers. But, when your carters, or your waiting-vassals,

Glo. A blessed labour, my most sovereign liege ! Have done a drunken slanghter, and defac'd
Among this princely heap, if any here,

The precions image of our dear Redeemer,
By false intelligence, or wrong surmise,

You straight are on your knees for pardon, pardon;
Hold me a foe;

And I, unjustly too, must grant it you:
If I unwittingly, or in my rage,

But for my brother not a man would speak,
Have aught committed, that is hardly borne Nor I (ungracious) speak unto myself
By any in this presence, I desire

For him, poor soul. The proudest of you all
To reconcile me to his friendly peace.

Have been beholden to him in his life;
'Tis death to me, to be at enmity;

Yet none of you would once plead for his life.
I hate it, and desire all good men's love.-

O God! I fear, thy justice will take hold
First, madam, I entreat true peace of you,

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you, and mine, and yours, for this.Which I will purchase with my duteous service Come, Hastings, help me to my closet! 0, Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham,

Poor Clarence! [Exeunt King, Queen, Hastings, If ever any grudge were lodged between us; —

Rivers, Dorset, and Grey.
Of you, Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, of you,

Glo. This is the fruit of rashuess !- Mark'd you not,
That all without desert have frown'd on me; How that the guilty kindred of the queen
Dukes, earls, lords gen:lemen, indeed, of all. Look'd pale, when they did hear of Clarence' death?
I do not know that Englishman alive,

0! they did urge it still unto the king:
With whom my soul is any jot at odds,

God will revenge it. Come, lords ! will you go,
More than the infant that is born to-night; To comfort Edward with our company?
I thank my God for my humility:

Buck. We wait upon your grace.

Exeunt.
Q. Eliz. A holy-day shall this be kept hereafter.
I would to God, all strifes were well compounded.--

SCENE II.The same.
My sovereign lord, I do beseech your highness Enter the Duchess of York, with a Son and Daugh-
To take our brother Clarence to your grace.

ter of Cuanence.
Glo. Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this, Son. Good grandam, tell as, is our father dead?
To be so flouted in this royal presence?

Duch. No, boy.
Who knows not that the gentle duke is dead ? Daugh. Why do you weep so oft? and beat your

[They all start. breast?
You do him injury, to scorn his corse.

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cry: O Clarence, my unhappy son!
K. Edw. Who knows not, he is dead! who knows, Son. Why do you look on us, and shake your head,
he is?

And call us orphans, wretches, cast-aways,
Q. Eliz. All-seeing heaven, what a world is this ! If that our noble father be alive?
Buck. Look I so pale, lord Dorset, as the rest? Duch. My pretty cousins, you mistake me both;

Dor. Ay, my good lord; and no man in the presence, I do lament the sickness of the king.
But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks.

As Joath to lose him, not your father's death;
K. Edu Clarence dead? the order was revers’d. It were lost sorrow, to wail one that's lost.
Glo. But he, poor man, by your first order died, Son. Then, grandam, you conclude, that he is dead.
And that a winged Mercury did bear;

The king my uncle is to blame for this.
Some tardy cripple bore the countermand,

God will revenge it; whom I will impórtune
That came too lag to see him buried.--

With earnest prayers all to that effect.
God grant, that some, less noble, and less loyal, Daugh. And so will l.
Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood, Duch. Peace, children, peace! the king doth love
Descrve not worse, tiap wretched Clarence did,
And yet go current from suspicion !

Incapable and shallow innocents,
Enter STANLEY.

You cannot guess, who caus'd your father's death.
Stan. A boon, my sovereign, for my service done! Son. Grandam, we can: for my good uncle Gloster
K. Edw. I pr’ythee, peace ! my soul is full of sorrow. Told me, the king, provok'd to't by the queen,
Stan. I will not rise, uuless your highness hear me. Devis d impeachments to imprison him.
K. Edw. Then say at once, what is it thou request'st? And when my uncle told me so, le wept,

Stun. The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life; And pitied me, and kindly kiss'd my cheek;
Who slew to-day a riotous gentleman,

Bade me rely on him, as on my father,
Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk.

And he would love me dearly, as his child.

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KING RICHARD III.

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Duch. Ah, that deceit should steal sueh gentle shapes, Riv. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother,
And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice! Of the young prince your son! send straight for him,
He is my son, ay, and therein my shame,

Let him be crown'd! in him your comfort lives: Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit. Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave, Son. Think you, my uncle did dissemble, grandam? And plant your joys in living Edward's throne ! Duch. Ay, boy:

Enter Gloster, BuckinghAM, Stanley, HASTINGS,
Son. I caonot think it. Hark! what noise is this?

RATCLIFF, und Others.
Enter Queen Elizabeth, distractedly; Rivers, and Glo. Sister, have comfort: all of us have cause
DORSET, following her.

To wail the dimming of our shining star;
Q. Eliz. Ah! who shall hiuder me to wail and weep? But none can cure their harms by wailing them.-
To chide my fortune, and torment myself?

Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy,
I'll join with black despair against my soul, I did not see your grace. Humbly on my knee
And to myself become an enemy,

I crave your blessing.
Duch. What means this scene of rudc impatience?) Duch. God bless thee, and put meekness in the
. Eliz. To make an act of tragic violence:

breast,
Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead.- Love, charity, obedience, and true duty !
Why grow the branches, when the root is gone? Glo. Amen; and make me die a good old man!-
Why wither not the leaves, that want their cap ? That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing ; (Asido.
If you will live, lament! if die, be brief!

I marvel, that her grace did leave it out.
That our swift-winged souls may catch the king's, Buck. You cloudy prioces, and heart-sorrowing
Or, like obedient subjects, follow him

peers, To his new kingdom of perpetual rest.

That bear this mutual heavy load of moan, Duch. Ali, so much interest have I in thy sorrow, Now cheer each other in each other's love! As I had title in thy noble husband.

Though we have spent our harvest of this king, I have bewept a worthy kusband's death,

We are to reap the harvest of his son. Aud liv'd by looking on his images ;

The broken rancour of your high-swoln hearts, But now, two mirrors of his princely semblance But lately splinted, kuit, and joiu'd together, Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death,

Must gently be preserv'd, cherish'd, and kept:
And I for comfort have but one false glass, Me seemeth good, that, with some little train,
That grieres me, when I see my shame in him. Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be fetch'd
Thou art a widow; yet thou art a mother,

Hither to London to be crowo'd our king.
And hast the comfort of thy children left thee: Riv. Why with some little train, my lord of Back-
But death hath suatch'd my husband from my arms, ingham ?
And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands, Buck. Marry, my lord, lest by a multitude,
Clarence, and Edward, 0, what cause havel, The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out;
(Thine being but a moiety of my grief,)

Which would be so much the more dangerous,
To over-go thy plaints, and drowa thy cries? By how much the estate is green, and yet ungovern'd:

Son. Ali, aunt! you wept not for our father's death; Where every horse bears his commanding reia,
How can we aid you with our kindred tears? And may direct his course as please himself,

Daugh. Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd, As well the fear of larm, as harm apparent,
Your widow-colour likewise be inwept !

In my opinion, ought to be prevented.
Q. Eliz. Give me no help in lamentation !

Glo. I hope, the king made peace with all of us;
I am not barren to bring forth laments :

And the compact is firm, and true, in me.
All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, Riv. And so in me; and so, I think, in all:
That I, being govern'd by the watry moon, Yet, since it is but green, it should be put
May send forth plenteous tears, to drown the world! To no apparent likelihood of breach,
Ah, for my husband, for my dear lord Edward ! Which, haply, by much company might be org'd:
Chil. Ah, for our father, for our dear lord Clarence! Therefore { say, with noble Buckingham,
Duch. Alas, for both both mine, Edward and Clarence! That it is meet so few should fetch the prince
Q. Eliz. What stay had I, but Edward ? and he's Hast. And so say I.
gorre.

Glo. Then be it se, and go we to determine Chil. What stay had we, but Clarence? and he's Who they shall be, that straight shall post to Ladlow! gone.

Madam, -- and you my mother,

- will you go Duch. What stays had I, but they? and they are gone. To give your censures in this weighty business? Q. Eliz. Was never widow, had so dear a loss?

(Exeunt all but Buckingham and Gloster.
Chil. Were never orphans, had so dear a loss? Puck. My lord, whoever journeys to the prince,
Duch. Was never mother, had so dear a loss? For God's sake, let not us two stay at home!
Alas! I am the other of these griels;

For, by the way, I'll sort occasion,
Their woes are parcell'd, mine are general. As index to the story, velate talk'd of,
She for an Edward weeps, and so do I;

To part the queen's proud kindred from the prince.
I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she:

Glo. My other self, my counsel's consistory,
These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I; My oracle, my prophet! – My dear cousio,
I for an Edward weep, so do not they: -

\, as a child, will go by thy direction.
Alas! you three, on me, threefold distress'd, Towards Ludlow then, for we'll not stay
Pour all your tears, I am your sorrow's nurse,
And I will pamper it with lamentations.
Dor. Comfort, dear mother! God is much displeas'd, SCENE III. The same.

A street.
That you take with unthankfulness his doing;

Enter two Citizens, meeting:
In common worldly things, 'tis called ungrateful, i Cit. Good morrow, neighbour! Whither away as
With dull unwillingness to repay a debt,

fast?
Which with a bounteoits hand was kindly lent; 2 Cit. I promise you, I scarcely know myself

, Auch more to be thus opposite with heaven, Hear

you the news abroad? For it requires the royal debt, it lent you.

i Cit. Yes; the king's deach

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