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Scene IV.

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KING RICHARD III.

2 Murd. 'Faith, some certain dregs of conscience || What lawful quests have given their verdict

Unto the frowning judge or who pronounced are yet within me.

1 Murd. Remember our reward, when the deed's ||The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death? done.

Before I be convict by course of law, 2.Murd. Come, he dies; I had forgot the re- To threaten me with death is most unlawful. ward.

I charge you, as you hope for any goodness, 1 Murd. Whete's thy conscience now? By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins, 2 Murd. In the duke of Gloster's purse. That you depart, and lay no hands on me;

1 Murd. So, when he opens his purse to give us The deed you undertake is damnable. our reward, thy conscience flies out.

1 Murd. What we will do, we do upon command. 2 Murd. 'Tis no matter; let it go; there's few, 2 Murd. And he, that hath commanded, is our or none, will entertain it.

king. 1 Murd. What, if it come to thee again? Clar. Erroneous vassal! the great King of kings

2 Murd. I'll not meddle with it, it is a danger- || Hath in the table of his law commanded, ous thing, it makes a man a coward; a man cannot | That thou shalt do no murder; Wilt thou then steal, but it accuseth him; a man cannot swear, but Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's? it checks him; a man cannot lie with his neighbour's || Take heed; for he holds vengeance in his hand, wife, but it detects him: 'Tis a blushing shame-faced To hurl upon their heads that break his law. spirit, that mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one 2 Murd. And that same vengeance doth he hurl full of obstacles : it made me once restore a purse

on thee, of gold, that by chance I found; it beggars any man For false forswearing, and for murder too: that keeps it: it is turned out of all towns and cities Thou didst receive the sacrament, to fight for a dangerous thing; and every man, that means | In quarreld of the house of Lancaster. to live well, endeavours to trust to himself, and live 1 Murd. And, like a traitor to the name of God, without it.

Didst break that vow; and, with thy treacherous 1 Murd. 'Zounds, it is even now at my elbow,

blade, persuading me not to kill the duke.

Unrip'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son. 2 Murd. Take the devil in thy mind, and believe 2 Murd. Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and him not: he would insinuate with thee, but to make

defend. thee sigh.

1 Murd. How canst thou urge God's dreadful 1 Murd. I am strong-fram'd, he cannot prevail with me.

When thou hast broke it in such dear degree? 2 Murd. Spoke like a talli fellow, that respects

Clar. Alas! for whose sake did I that ill deed? his reputation. Come, shall we fall to work? For Edwara, for my brother, for his sake :

1 Áurd. Take him over the costard2 with the He sends you not to murder me for this; hilts of thy sword, and then throw him into the For in that sin he is as deep as I. malmsey-butt, in the next room.

If God will be avenged for the deed, 2 Murd. O excellent device! and make a sop O, know you, that he doth it publicly, of him.

Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm; 1 Murd. Soft! he wakes.

He needs no indirect nor lawless course, 2 Murd. Strike.

To cut off those that have offended him. 1 Murd. No, we'll reason with him.

1 Murd. Who made thee then a bloody minister, Clar. Where art thou, keeper? give me a cup When gallant-springing, brave Plantagenet, of wine.

That princely novice, was struck dead by thee? 1 Murd. You shall have wine enough, my lord, Clar. My brother's love, the devil, and my rage.

1 Murd.' Thy brother's love, our duty, and ihy Clar. In God's name, what art thon?

fault, 1 Murd. A man, as you are.

Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee. Clar. But not, as I am, royal.

Clar. If you do love my brother, hate not me; 1 Murd. Nor you, as we are, loyal.

I am his brother, and I love him well. Clar. Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are If you are hir’d for meed, go back again, humble.

And I will send you to my brother Gloster; 1 Murd. My voice is now the king's, my looks Who shall reward you better for my life, mine own.

Than Edward will for tidings of my death. Clar. How darkly, and how deadly, dost thou 2 Murd. You are deceiv'd, your brother Gloster

speak! Your eyes do menace me : Why look you pale? Clar. O, no; he loves me, and he holds me dear: Who sent you hither? Wherefore do you come? Go you to him from me. Both Murd. To, to, to,

Both Murd.

Ay, so we will.
Clar. To murder me?

Clar. Tell him, when that our princely father
Both Murd. Ay, ay.

York
Clar. You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so,|| Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm,
And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it. And charg'd us from his soul to love each other,
Wherein, my friends, have I offended you? He little thought of this divided friendship:

1 Murd. Offended us you have not, but the king. Bid Gloster think on this, and he will weer.
Clar. I shall be reconcil'd to him again.

1 Murd. Ay, mill-stones; as he lesson'd us to 2 Murd. Never, my lord; therefore prepare to die.

weep. Clar. Are you callid forth from out a world of Clar. O, do not slander him, for he is kind. men,

1 Murd. Right, as snow in harvest.-Come, you To slay the innocent? What is my offence ?

deceive yourself; Where is the evidence that doth accuse me? 'Tis he that sends us to destroy you here.

Clar It cannot be; for he bewept my fortune, (1) Brave. (3) Inquest, jury. (4) On the part.

(5) Youth

(6) Reward.

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hates you.

(2) Head

And hugg'd me in his arms, and swore, with sobs, K. Edw. Take heed, you dally not before your That he would labour my delivery.

king; 1 Murd. Why, so he doth, when he delivers you Lest he, that is the supreme King of kings, From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven. ||Confound your 'hidden falsehood, and award 2 Murd. Make peace with God, for you must Either of you to be the other's end. die, my loro

Hast. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love! Clar. Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul, Riv. And I, as I love Hastings with my heart! To counsel me to make my peace with God, K. Edw. Madam, yourself are not exempt in this, And art thou yet to thy own soul so blind, Nor your son Dorset, -Buckingham, nor you;That thou wilt war with God, by murd'ring me?- You have been factious one against the other. Ah, sirs, consider, he, that set you on

Wife, love lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand; To do this deed, will hate you for the deed. And what you do, do it unfeignedly. 2 Murd. What shall we do?

Q. Eliz. There, Hastings; I will never more Clar. Relent, and save your souls.

remember 1 Murd. Relent! 'tis cowardly, and womanish. || Our former hatred, so thrive I, and mine! Clar. Not to relent, is beastly, savage,

devilish. K. Edw. Dorset, embrace him,-Hastings, love Which of you, if you were a prince's son,

lord marquis. Being penil from liberty, as I am now,

Dor. This interchange of love, I here protest, If two such murderers as yourselves came to you,- Upon my part shall be inviolable. Would not entreat for life?

Hast. And so swear 1. (Embraces Dorset. My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks;

K. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou 0, it thine eye be not a flatterer,

this league
Come thou on my side, and entreat for me, With thy embracements to my wife's allies,
As you would beg, were you in my distress. And make me happy in your unity.
A begging prince what beggar pities not?

Buck. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate 2 Murd. Look behind you, my lord.

Upon your grace, [To the Queen.) but with all 1 Murd. Take that, and that; if all this will not

duteous love do,

(Stabs him. Doth cherish

you,

and yours, God punish me I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within. With hate in those where I expect most love!

[Exit with the body. When I have most need to employ a friend, 2 Murd. A bloody deed, and desperately des- || And most assured that he is a friend, patch'd!

Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile,
How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands Be he unto me! this do I beg of heaven,
Of this most grievous guilty murder done!

When I am cold in love, to you, or yours.

(Embracing Rivers, &c. Re-enter first Murderer.

K. Edw. A pleasing cordial, princely Bucking. 1 Murd. How now? what mean'st thou, that

ham, thou help'st me not?

Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart. By heaven, the duke shall know how slack you have|| There wanteth now our brother Gloster here, been.

To make the blessed period of this peace. 2 Murd. I would he knew, that I had sav'd his Buck. And, in good time, here comes the noble brother!

duke. Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say;

Enter Gloster. For I repent me that the duke is slain. (Exit. 1 Murd. So do not I; go, coward, as thou art.

Glo. Good-morrow to my sovereign king, and Well, I'll go hide the body in some hole,

queen; Till that the duke give order for his burial : And, princely peers, a happy time of day! And when I have my meed, I will away;

K. Edw. Happy, indeed, as we have spent the For this will out, and then I must not stay. (Exit. day :

Brother, we have done deeds of charity;
Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate,

Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.
ACT II.

Glo. A blessed labour, my most sovereign liege.

Among this princely heap, if any here, SCENE 1.— The same. A room in the palace. By false intelligence, or wrong surmise, Enter King Edward (led in sick,) Queen Eliza. If I unwittingly, or in my rage,

Hold me a foe; beth, Dorset, Rivers, Hastings, Buckingham, Have aught committed that is hardly borne Grey, and others.

By any in this presence, I desire K. Edw. Why, so :--now have I done a good To reconcile me to his friendly peace : day's work ;

l'Tis death to me, to be at enmity; You peers, continue this united league :

I hate it, and desire all good men's love. I every day expect an embassage

First, madam, I entreat true peace of you, From my Redeemer to redeem me hence; Which I will purchase with my duteous service ;And more in peace my soul shall part to heaven, Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham, Since I have made my friends at peace on earth. If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us ;Rivers, and Hastings, take each other's hand; Of you,

lord Rivers,—and, lord Grey, of you, Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love. That all without desert have frown'd on me ;Riv. By heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen ; indeed, of all. hate ;

I do not know that Englishman alive,
And with my hand I seal my true heart's love. With whom my soul is any jot at odds,
Hast. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like! More than the infant that is born to-night;

I thank my God for my

humility. (1) Shut up.

Q. Eliz. A holy-day shall this be kept hereafter:

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Scene II.

KING RICHARD III.
I would to God, all strifes were well compounded. Glo. This is the fruit of rashness !-Mark'd you
My sovereign lord, I do beseech your highness

not,
To take our brother Clarence to your grace.

How that the guilty kindred of the queen
Glo. Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this, || Look'd pale, when they did hear of Clarence' death?
To be so flouted in this royal presence ?

0! they did urge it still unto the king :
Who knows not, that the gentle duke is dead? God will revenge it. Come, lords; will you go,

[They all start. To comfort Edward with our company?
You do him injury, to scorn his corse.

Buck. We wait upon your grace. (Ereunt.
K. Edw. Who knows not he is dead! who knows | SCENE 11.— The same. Enter the Duchess of
he is?

York, with a Son and Daughter of Clarence.
Q. Eliz. All-seeing heaven, what a world is this!
Buck. Look I so pale, lord Dorset, as the rest? Son. Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead?
Dor. Ay, my good lord; and no man in the

Duch. No, boy.
presence,

Daugh. Why do you weep so oft? and beat youi
But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks.

breast;
K. Edw. Is Clarence dead? the order was re- || And cry-O Clarence, my unhappy son!
vers'd.

Son. Why do you look on us, and shake your
Glo. But he, poor man, by your first order died,

head,
And that a winged Mercury did bear;

And call us--orphans, wretches, cast-aways,
Some tardy cripple bore the countermand, If that our noble father be alive?
That came too lag to see him buried

Duch. My pretty cousins, you mistake me both,
God grant, that some, less noble, and less loyal, I do lament the sickness of the king,
Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood, As loth to lose him, not your father's death ;
Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did, It were lost sorrow, to wail one that's lost.
And yet go current from suspicion.

Son. Then, grandam, you conclude that he is aead,
Enter Stanley

The king my uncle is to blame for this :

God will revenge it; whom I will importune
Slan. A boon, my sovereign, for my service done! || With earnest prayers all to that effect.
K. Edw. I prythee, peace; my soul is full of Daugh. And so will I.
sorrow.

Duch. Peace, children, peace! the king doth
Stan. I will not rise, unless your highness hear me.

love you well :
K. Edw. Then say at once, what is it thou re- || Incapablel and shallow innocents,
quest'st.

You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death.
Stan. The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life; Son. Grandam, we can : for my good uncle
Who slew to-day a riotous gentleman,

Gloster
Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk. Told me, the king, provok'd to't by the queen,
K. Edw. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's Devis'd impeachments to imprison bim :
death,

And when my uncle told me so, he wepl,
And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave ? And pitied me, and kindly kiss'd my cheok;
My brother kill'd no man, his fault was thought, Bade me rely on him, as on my father,
And yet his punishment was bitter death. And he would love me dearly as his child
Who sued to me for him? who, in my wrath, Duch. Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle
Kneel'd at my feet, and bade me be advis'd?

shapes,
Who spoke of brotherhood? who spoke of love? And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice!
Who told me, how the poor soul did forsake He is my son, ay, and therein my shame,
The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me? Yet frons my dugs he drew not this deceit.
Who told me, in the field at Tewksbury,

Son. Think you, my uncle did dissemble, gran
When Oxford had me down, he rescu'd me,

dam?
And said, Dear brother, live, and be a king? Duch. Ay, boy,
Who told me, when we both lay in the field, Son. I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this?
Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me
Even in his garments; and did give himself,

Enter Queen Elizabeth distractedly; Rivers, and
All thin and naked, to the numb-cold night?

Dorset, following her.
All this from my remembrance brutish wrath Q. Eliz. Ah! who shall hinder me to wail and
Sinfully pluck’d, and not a man of you

weep?
Had so much grace to put it in my mind. To chide my fortune, and torment myself?
But when your carters, or your waiting-vassals, I'll join with black despair against my soul,
Have done a drunken slaughter, and defac'd And to myself become an enemy.
The precious image of our dear Redeemer, Duch. What means this scene of rude impatience.
You straight are on your knees for pardon, pardon; 2. Eliz. To make an act of tragic violence :-
And I, unjustly too, must grant it you :-

Edward, my lord, thy son, our kiny, is dead.
But for my brother, not a man would speak,- Why grow the branches, when the root is gone?
Nor I (ungracious) speak unto myself

Why wither not the leaves, that want their sapi-
For him, poor soul.–The proudest of you all If you will live, lament; if die, be brief;
Have been beholden to him in his life;

That our swift-winged souls may catch the king's;
Yet none of you would once plead for his life.- Or, like obedient subjects, follow him
O God! I fear thy justice will take hold

To his new kingdom of perpetual rest.
On me, and you, and mine, and yours, for this. — Duch, Ah, so much interest have I in thy sorrow,
Come, Hastings, help me to my closet. 0, As I had title in thy noble husband !
Poor Clarence!

I have bewept a noble husband's death,
( Ereunt King, Queen, Hastings, Rivers, Dorset, || And liv'd by looking on his iinages :

But now two mirrors of his princely semblance

Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death, (1) Ignorant.

And I for comfort have but oue false glass,

and Grey.

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rence!

That grieves me when I see my shame in him. Now cheer each other in each other's love:
Thou art a widow; yet thou art a mother, Though we have spent our harvest of this king,
And hast the comfort of thy children left thee : We are to reap the harvest of his son.
But death hath snatch'd my husband from my arms, The broken rancour of your high-swoln hearts,
And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands, But lately splinted, knit, and join'd together,
Clarence and Edward. O, what cause have I Must gently be preserv'd, cherish'd, and kept:
(Thine being but a moiety of my grief,) Me seemeth good, that, with some little train,
To over-go thy plaints, and drown thy cries! Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be fetch'd
Son. Ah, aunt! you wept not for our father's Hither to London, to be crown'd our king.
death;

Riv. Why with some little train, my lord of How can we aid you with our kindred tears?

Buckingham?
Daugh. Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd, Buck. Marry, my lord, lest by a multitude,
Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept !

The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out; 2. Eliz. Give me no help in lamentation, Which would be so much the more dangerous, I am not barren to bring forth laments :

By how much the estate is green, and yet ungov. All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes,

ern'd : That I, being govern'd by the wat'ry moon, Where every horse bears his commanding rein, May send furth plenteous tears to drown the world ! | And may direct his course as please himself, Ah, for my husband, for my dear lord Edward ! As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent, Chil. Ah, for our father, for our dear lord Cla- | In my opinion, ought to be prevented.

Gio. I hope, the king made peace with all of us; Duch. Alas, for both, both mine, Edward and And the compáct is firm, and true, in me. Clarence !

Riv. And so in me; and so, I think, in all : Q. Eliz. What stay had I, but Edward? and he's Yet, since it is but green, it should be put gone.

To no apparent likelihood of breach, Chil. What stay had we,

but Clarence? and he's || Which, haply, by much company might be urg'd: gone.

Therefore I say, with noble Buckingham, Duch. What stays had I, but they ? and they are That it is meet so few should fetch the prince. gone.

Hast. And so say I. R. Eliz, Was never widow, had so dear a loss. Glo. Then be it so; and go we to determine, Chil. Were never orphans, had so dear a loss. Who they shall be that straight shall post to Duch. Was never mother had so dear a loss.

Ludlow. Alas! I am the mother of these griefs ;

Madam,—and you my mother,-will you go Their woes are parceil'd, mine are general. To give your censure in this weighty business? She for an Edward weeps, and so do I:

(Exeunt all but Buckingham and Gloster. I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she : a

Buck. My lord, whoever journeys to the prince, These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I: For God's sake, let not us two stay at home: I for an Edward weep, so do not they

For, by the way, I'll sort occasion, Alas! you three, on me,

threefold distress'd, As index3 to the story we late talk'd of, Pour all your tears, I am your sorrow's nurse, To part the queen's proud kindred from the prince. And I will pamper it with lamentations.

Glo. My other self, my counsel's consistory, Dor. Comfort, dear mother; God is much dis- My oracle, my prophet !--My dear cousin, pleas'd,

I, as a child, will go by thy direction. That you take with unthankfulness his doing; Towards Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind. In common worldly things, 'tis call'd—ungrateful,

(Exeunt. With dull unwillingness to repay a debt, Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent;

SCENE III.-The same. A street. Enter two Much more to be thus opposite with heaven,

Citizens, meeting. For it requires the royal debt it lent you.

1 Cit. Good morrow, neighbour: Whither away Riv. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother,

so fast ? Of the young prince your son: send straight for him, 2 Cit. I promise you, I scarcely know myself: Let him be crown'd; in him your comfort lives : Hear you the news abroad? Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave, 1 Cit.

Yes; the king's dead. And plant your joys in living Edward's throne. 2 Cit. Ill news, by'r lady; seldom comes the

better:
Enter Gloster, Buckingham, Stanley, Hastings, I fear, I fear, 'twill prove a giddy world.

Ratcliff, and others.
Glo. Sister, have comfort: all of us have cause

Enter another Citizen.
To wail the dimming of our shining star,

3 Cit. Neighbours, God speed! But none can cure their harms by wailing them. 1 Cit.

Give you good morrow, sir. Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy,

3 Cit. Doth the news hold of good king Edward's I did not see your grace :-Humbly on my knee

death? I crave your blessing.

2 Cit. Ay, sir, it is too ue; God help the while ! Duch. God bless thee; and put meekness in thy 3 Cit. Then, masters, look to see à troublous breast,

world. Love, charity, obedience, and true duty !

1 Cit. No, no; by God's good grace, his son Glo. Amen; and make me die a good old man!

shall reign. That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing; (Aside. 3 Cit. Wo to that land, that's govern'd by a I marvel, that ber grace did leave it out.

child! Buck. You cloudy princes, and heart-sorrowing 2 Cit. In bim there is a hope of government; peers,

That, in his nonage, 4 council under him, Tl.at bear this mutual heavy load of moan, And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself, (1) Divided.

(2) Opinion. (3) Preparatory. (4) Minority.

me.

No doubt, shall then, and till then, govern well. Duch. I hope, he is; but yet let mothers doubt

1 Cit. So stood the state, when Henry the Sixth York. Now, by my troth, if I had been rememWas crown'd in Paris but at nine months old.

ber'd, 3 Cit. Stood the state so? no, no, good friends, I could have given my uncle's grace a flout, God wot;!

To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd mine. For then this land was famously enrich'd

Duch. How, my young York? I pr’ythee, let With politic grave counsel; then the king

me hear it. Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace.

York. Marry, they say, my uncle grew so fast, i Cil. Why, so hath this, both by his father and that he could gnaw a crust at two hours old; mother.

'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. 3 Cit. Better it were they all came by his father;/ Grandam, this would have been a biting jest. Or, by his father there were none at all :

Duch. I pr’ythee, pretty York, who told thee For emulation now, who shall be nearest,

this? Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not. York. Grandam, his nurse. O, full of danger is the duke of Gloster;

Duch. His nurse? why she was dead ere thou And the queen's sons, and brothers, haught and

wast born. proud :

York. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who told And were they to be rul'd, and not to rule, This sickly land might solace as before.

Q. Eliz. A parlous3 boy: Go to, you are too i Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will

shrewd. be well.

Arch. Good madam, be not angry with the 3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wise men put on

child.
their cloaks;

Q. Eliz. Pitchers have ears.
When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand;
When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?

Enter a Messenger.
Untimely storms make men expect a dearth :

Arch.

Here comes a messenger: All may be well; but, if God sort it so,

What news? 'Tis more than we deserve, or I expect.

Mess. Such news, my lord, 2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear: You cannot reason2 almost with a man

As grieves me to unfold. That looks not heavily, and full of dread.

R Eliz.

How doth the prince?

Mess. Well, madam, and in health. 3 Cit. Before the days of change, still is it so: By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust

Duch. What is thy news?

Mess. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, are sent to Ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see

Pomfret, The water swell before a boist'rous storm,

With them sir Thomas Vaughan, prisoners. But leave it all to God. Whither away?

Duch. Who hath committed them? 2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the justices.

Mess. 3 Cit. And so was I; I'll bear you company.

The mighty dukes, Gloster and Buckingham. [Exeunt. 2. Eliz.

For what offence? SCENE IV.-The same. A room in the palace.

Mess. The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd; Enter the archbishop of York, the young duke Why, or for what, the nobles were committed, of York, Queen Elizabeth, and the duchess of Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady. York.

R. Eliz. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house!

The tiger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind;
Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Stony-|Insulting tyranny begins to jut
Stratford;

Upon the innocent and awless throne :-
And at Northampton they do rest to-night: Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre !
Tomorrow, or next day, they will be here. I see, as in a map, the end of all.

Duch. I long with all my heart to see the prince; Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days!
I hope, he is much grown since last I saw him. How many of you have mine eyes beheld?
Q. Eliz. But I hear, no; they say, my son of My husband lost his life to get the crown;
York

And often up and down my sons were tost, Hath almost overta'en him in his growth. For me to joy, and weep, their gain, and loss :

York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so. And being seated, and domestic broils
Duch. Why, my young cousin, it is good to grow. Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors,
York. Grandam, one night, as we did sit at Make war upon themselves ; brother to brother,
supper,

Blood to blood, self 'gainst self:-0, preposterous My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow

And frantic courage, end thy damned spleen; More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle Gloster, || Or let me die, to look on death no more! Small herbs hare grace, great weeds do grow apace: 2. Eliz. Come, come, my boy, we will to sancAnd since, methinks, I would not grow so fast,

tuary. Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make | Madam, farewell. haste.

Duch.

Stay, I will go with you. Duch. 'Good faith, good faith, the saying did Q. Eliz. You have no cause. not hold

Arch.

My gracious lady, go. In him that did object the same to thee :

[To the Queen He was the wretched'st thing, when he was young, || And thither bear your treasure and

your goods. So long a growing, and so leisurely,

For my part, I'll resign unto your grace That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious. The seal I keep; And so betide to me, Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious As well I tender you and all of yours ! madam.

Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary. (Exeunt

(1) Knows.

(2) Converse.

(3) Perilous, dangerous.

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