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hilts of thy sword, and then throw him into the When thou hast broke it in such dear de. malmsey-butt, in the next room.

gree? 2 Murd. O excellent device! and make a Ciar. Alas! for whose sake did I that ill sop of him.

deed? 1 Murd. Sost! he wakes.

For Edward, for my brother, for his sake: 2 Jlurd. Strike.

He sends you not to murder me for tbis; 1 Murd. No, we'll reason with him.

For in that sin he is as deep as I. Clar. Where art thou, keeper? give me a cup It God will be avenged for the deed, of wine.

0, know you, that he doth it publicly; 1 Murd. You shall have wine enough, my Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm; lord, anon.

He needs no indirect nor lawless course, Clar. In God's name, what art thou ? To cut off those that have offended him. 1 Murd. A man, as you are.

1 Murd. Wbo made thee then a bloody iniClar. But not, as I am, royal.

nister, 1 Murd. Nor you, as we are, loyal. When gallant-springing, brave Plantagenet, Clar. Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks That princely novice, was struck dead by are humble.

thee? 1 Murd. My voice is now the king's, my Clar. My brother's love, the devil, and my looks mine own.

rage. Clar. How darkly, and how deadly dost 1 Murd. Thy brother's love, our duty, and thou speak!

thy fault, Your eyes do menace me: Why look you pale? Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee. Who sent you hither? Wherefore do you come? Clar. If you do love my brother, hate not Both Murd. To, to, to,

me; Clar. To murder me?

I am his brother, and I love him well. Both Murd. Ay, ay.

If you are hir’d for meed,t go back again, Clar. You scarcely have the hearts to tell And I will send you to my brother Gloster;

Who shall reward you better for my life, nd therefore cannot have the hearts to do it. Than Edward will for tidings of my death. Wherein, my friends, have I offended you ? 2 Murd. You are deceiv'd, your brother 1 Murd. Offended us you have not, but the

Gloster hates you. king.

Clar. O, no; he loves me, and he holds me Clar. I shall be reconciled to him again.

dear : 2 Murd. Never, my lord; therefore prepare Go you to him from me. to die.

Both Murd. Ay, so we will. Clar. Are you call'd forth from out a world Clar. Tell him, when that our princely fa of men,

ther York To slay the innocent? What is my offence? Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm, Where is the evidence that doth accuse me? And charg'd us from his soul to love each What lawful quest* have given their verdict

other, up

He little thought of this divided friendship: Unto the frowning judge? or who pronounc'd Bid Gloster think on this, and he will weep. The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death? 1 Murd. Ay, mill-stones; as he lesson'd us Before I be convict by course of law,

to weep: To threaten me with death is most unlawful. Clar. O, do not slander him, for he is kind. I charge you, as you hope for any goodness, 1 Murd. Right, as snow in harvest.--Come, By Christ's dear blood shed for our grierous you deceive yourself;

'Tis he that sends us to destroy you here. That you depart, and lay no hands on me; Clur. It cannot be; for he bewept my forThe deed you undertake is damnable.


(sobs, 1 Murd. What we will do, we do upon com- And hugs'd me in his arms, and swore, with mand.

That he would labour my delivery. 2 Murd. And he, that hath commanded, I Murd. Why so he doth, when he delivers our king.


(ven. Clar. Erroneous vassal! the great King of From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heakings

2 Murd. Make peace with God, for you must Hath in the table of his law commanded,

die, my lord. That thou shalt do no murder; Wilt thou then Clar. Hast thou that holy feeling in thy Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's ?

soul, Take heed; for he holds vengeance in his hand, To counsel me to make my peace with God, To hurl upon their heads that break his law. And art thou yet to thy own soul so blind, 2 Murd. And that same vengeance doth he That thou wilt war with God, by murd'ring hurl on thee,

me?For false forswearing, and for murder too : Ah, Sirs, consider, he, that sent you on Thou didst receive the sacramert, to fight To do this deed, will hate you for the deed. In quarrelt of the house of Lancaster.

2 Murd. What shall we do? 1 Murd. And, like a traitor to the name of Clar. Relent, and save your souls. God,

1 Murd. Relent! 'tis cowardly, and woDidst break that vow; and, with thy treacher.

manish. ous blade,

Clar. Not to relent, is beastly, savage, de. Corip'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son.

vilish. 2 Murd. Whom thou wast sworn to cherish Which of you, if you were a prince's son, and defend.

Being penti from liberty, as I am row,I Murd. How canst thou urge God's dread. If two such murderers as yourselves 'came to ful law to us,



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Would not entreat for life?

With thy embracenients to my wife's allies, My friend, I spy some pity' thy looks; And make me happy in your unity. O, if thine eye be not a natter,

Buck. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his Come thou on my side, and entreat for me,

hate As you would beg, were you in my distress. Upon your grace, (To the Queen.) but with A begging prince what beggar pities not?

all duteous love 2 Murd. Look behind you, my lord.

Doth cherish you, and yours, God punish me 1 Murd. Take that, and that; if all this will With hate in those where I expect most love! not do,

[Stabs him. When I have most need to employ a friend, I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within. And most assured that he is a friend,

(Exit, with the body. Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile, 2 Murd. A bloody deed, and desperately Be he unto me! this do I beg of heaven, despatch'd!

When I am cold in love, to you, or yours. How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands

(Émbrucing Rivers, &c. Of this most grievous guilty inurder done! K. Edw. A pleasing cordial, princely Buck

ingham, Re-enter first MURDERER.

Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart. 1 Murd. How now? what mean’st thou, that There wanteth nuw our brother Gloster here, thou help'st me not?

To make the blessed period of this peace. By heaven, the duke shall know how slack Buck. And, in good tinie, here comes the no. you have been.

ble duke. 2 Murd. I would he knew, that I had sav'd

Enter GLOSTER. his brother! Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say;

Glo. Good-morrow to my sovereign king, For I repent me that the duke is slain. [Erit.

1 Murd. So do not I; go, coward, as thou And, princely peers, a happy time of day! Well, I'll go hide the body in some hole, (art.

K. Edw. Happy, indeed, as we have spent Till that the duke give order for his burial:

the day : And when I have my meed, I will away;

Brother, we have done deeds of charity; For this will out, and then I must not stay. Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate,

[Exit. Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.

Glo. A blessed labour, my most sovereiga ACT II.

SCENE I.-The same.-A Room in the Palace. Among this princely heap, if any here,
Enter King EDWARD, (led in sick, 1 Queen Eli. Hold me a foe;

By false intelligence, or wrong surmise,
ZABETH, Dorset, Rivers, HASTINGS, Buck- If I unwittingly, or in my rage,
INGHAM, GREY, and others.

Have aught committed that is hardly horne K. Edw. Why, so:—now have I done a good by any in this presence, I desire day's work;

To reconcile me to his friendly peace:
You peers, continue this united league: 'Tis death to me, to be at enmity;
I every day expect an embassage

I hate it, and desire all good men's love.From my Redeemer to redeem me fence; First, madam, I entreat true peace of you, And more in peace my soul shall part to hea- Which I will purchase with my duteous serven,

vice;Since I have made my friends at peace on earth. of you, my noble cousin Buckingham, Rivers, and Hastings, take each other's hand; If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us; Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love. Of you, lord Rivers, -and lord Grey, of you,Riv. By heaven, my soul is purg'd from That all without desert have frown'd on me ;grudging hate;

Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen; indeed of all. And with my hand I seal my true heart's love. I do not know that Englishman alive,

Hust. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like! With whom my soul is any jot at odus, K. Edw. Take heed, you dally not before More than the infant that is borp to-night; your king;

I thank my God for my bumility. Lest he, that is the supreme King of kings, Q. Eliz. A holy-day shall this be kept here. Confound your bidden falsehood, and award

after: Either of you to be the other's end.

I would to God, all strifes were well comHast. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love! pounded.Riv. And I, as I love Hastings with my My sovereign lord, I do beseech your highness heart!

To take our brother Clarence to your grace. K. Edw. Madam, yourself are not exempt in Glo. Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this,

this, Nor your son Dorset,-Buckingham, nor you ;- To be so flouted in this royal presence? You have been factious one against the other. Who knows not, that the genile duke is dead? Wife, love lord Hastings, let him kiss your

[They all start. hand;

You do him injury to scorn bis corse. And what you do, do it unfeignedly.

K. Edw. Who knows not he is dead! who Q. Eliz. There, Hastings;-I will never mor

knows he is ? remember

Q. Eliz. All-seeing heaven, what a world is Our forner hatred, So thrive I, and mine!

this! K. Edw. Dorset, embrace him,-Hastings, Buck. Look I so pale, lord Dorset as the love lord marquis.

rest? Dor. This interchange of love, I here protest, Dor. Ay, my good lord : and no man in the Upon my part shall be inviolable.

presence, Hast. And so swear I. (Embraces Dorset. But his red colour bath forsvok his cheeks. k. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, seal

K. Edw. Is Clarence dead? the order was thou this leagnie


Glo. But he, poor man, by your first order Daugh. Why do you weep so oft? and bra: And that a winged Mercury did bear; (died,

your breast; Some tardy cripple bore the countermand, And cry-O Glurence, my unhappy son! That came too lag to see bin buried :-

Son. Why do you look on us, and shake your God grant, that some, less noble, and less loyal, head, Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood, And call us-orphans, wretches, cast-aways, Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did, If that our noble father be alive? And yet go current from suspicion.

Duch. My pretty cousins, you mistake me Enter STANLEY.

I do lament the sickness of the king, [botli;

As loath to lose him, not your father's death, Stan. A boon my sovereign, for my service It were lost sorrow, to wail one that's lost. done!

Son. Then, grandain, you conclude that he is K. Edw. I pr’ythee, peace; my soul is full of

dead. sorrow.

The king my uncle is to blame for this: Stan. I will not rise, unless your highness God will revenge it; whom I will importunc hear me.

With earnest prayers all to that effect. K. Edw. Then say at once, what is it thou Daugh. And so will I. request'st.

Duch. Peace, children, peace! the king doth Stan. The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's

love you well: Who slew to-day a riotous gentleman, [life; Incapable* and shallow innocents, (death.. Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk. You cannot guess who caus'd your father's K. Edw. Have I a tongue to doom my bro- Son. Grandam, we can : for my good uncl: ther's death,

Gloster And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave? Told me, the king, provok'd to't by the queen, My brother kill'd no man, his fault was thought, Devis’d impeachments to imprison him: And yet his punishment was bitter death. And when my uncle told me so, he wept, Who sued to me for him ? who, in my wrath, And pitied me, and kindly kiss'd my cheek; Kneel'd at my feet, and bade me be advis’d ? Bade nie rely on him, as on my father, Who spoke of brotherhood? who spoke of love? And he would love me dearly as his child. Who told me, how the poor soul did forsake Duch. Ah, that deceit should stealsuch gentle The mighty Warwick, and did fight for nie?

shapes, Who told me, in the field at Tewksbury, And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice! When Oxford had me down, he rescued me, He is my son, ay, and therein my shame, And said, Dear brother, live, and be a king? Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit. Who told me, when we both lay in the field, Son. Think yon, ny uncle did dissemble, Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me

grandam? Even in his garments; and did give himself, Duch. Ay, boy. All thin and naked, to the numb-cold night? Son. I cannot think it. Hark! what nois, All this from my remembrance brutish wrath

is this! Sinfully pluck'd, and not a man of you Had so much grace to put it in my mind. Enter Queen ELIZABETH distractelly; Rivers, But when your carters, or your waiting-vassals,

and DORSET, following her. Have done a drunken slaughter, and defac'd The precious image of our dear Redeemer,

Q. Eliz. Ah! who shall hinder me to wail You straight are on your knees for pardon, To chide my fortune, and torment myself?

and weep? pardon ; And I, unjustly too, must grant it you :

I'll join with black despair against iny soul, But for my brother, not a man would speak,

And to myself become an enemy. Nor I (ungracious) speak unto myself

Duch. What means this scene of rude impa

tience? For him, poor soul.- The proudest of you all Have been beholden to him in his life;

Q. Eliz. To make an act of tragic violence:Yet none of you would once plead for his life.- Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead. () God! I fear, thy justice will take hold

Why grow the branches, when the root is gone? On me, and you, and mine, and yours, for Why wither not the leaves, that want their this.

sap?Come, Hastings, help me to my closet. 0,

If you will live, lament; if die, be brief, Poor Clarence !

That our swift-winged souls may catch the [Exeunt King, QUEEN, Hastings, Rivers, Or, like obedient subjects, follow him

king's; DORSET, and GREY. Glo. This is the fruit of rashness !-Mark’a To his new kingdom of perpetual rest. you not,

Duch. Ah, so much interest have I in thy How that the guilty kindred of the queen

sorrow, Look'd pale, when they did hear of Clarence' As I had title in thy noble husband! death?

I have bewept a worthy husband's death, O! they did urge it still unto the king :

And liv'd by looking on his images: God will revenge it. Come, lords; will you go, Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death;

But now two mirrors of his princely semblance To comfort Edward with our company? Buck. We wait upon your grace.


And I for comfort have but one false glass,

That grieves me when I see iny shame in him. SCENE II.-The same.

Thou art a widow; yet thou art a mother,

And hast the comfort of thy children left ibee: Enter the Duchess of York, with a Son and

But death hath snatch'd niy husband from my DAUGHTER of Clarence.


And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble Son. Good grandam, tell us, is our father Clarence, and Elward. O, what cause bave 1,

dead? Duch. N, boy



he's gone.

he's gone.

of us;


(Thine being but a mojety of my grief,)

Buck. You cloudy princes, and heart sorTo over-go thy plaints, and drown thy cries!

rowing peers, Son. Ah, auni! you wept not for our father's That bear this mutual heavy load of moan, death;

Now cheer each other in each other's love : How can we aid you with our kindred tears ? Though we have spent our harvest of this king, Daugh. Our fatherless distress was left un. We are to reap the harvest of his son. moan'd,

The broken rancour of your high-swoln hearis, Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept! But lately splinted, kpit, and join'd together,

Q. Eliz. Give me no help in lamentation, Must gently be preserv'd, cherish'd, and kept: I am not barren to bring forth laments : Me seemeth good, that, with some little train, All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be That I, being govern'd by the watery moon,

fetch'd May send forth plenteous tears to drown the Hither to London, to be crown'd our king. world!

(ward! Riv. Why with some little train, my lord of Ah, for my husband, for my dear lord Ed.

Buckingham ? Chil. Ah, for our father, for our dear lord Buck. Marry, my lord, lest, by a multitude, Clarence!

The new-heal'd wound of malice should break Duch. Alas, for both, both mine, Edward

out; and Clarence!

Which would be so much the more dangerous, Q. Eliz. What stay had I, but Edward ? and By how much the estate is green, and yet un

govern'd: Chil. What stay had we, but Clarence? and where every horse bears his commanding rein,

And may direct his course as please himself, Duch. What stays had I, but they? and they As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent, are gone.

In my opinion, ought to be prevented. Q. Eliz. Was never widow, had so dear a Glo. I hope, the king made peace with all

loss. Chil. Were never orphans, had so dear a And the compact is firm, and true, loss.

Riv. And so in me; and so, I think, in all : Duch. Was never mother had so dear a loss. Yet, since it is but green, it should be put Alas! I am the mother of these griefs ; To no apparent likelihood of breach, urged: Their woes are parcell’d,* mine are general. Which, haply, by much company might be She for an Edward weeps, and so do I; Therefore I say, with noble Buckingham, I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: That it is meet so few should fetch the prince. These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I: Hast. And so say I. I for an Edward weep, so do not they :

Glo. Then be it so; and go we to determine Alas! you three, on me, threefold distress'd, Who they shall be that straight shall post to Pour all your tears, I am your sorrow's nurse.

Ludlow. And I will pamper it with lamentations. Madam,--and you my mother,-will you go Dor. Comfort, dear mother; God is much To give your censures* in this weighty busidispleas'd,

ness? That you take with unthankfulness his doing; [Ereunt all but BUCKINGHAM and Gloster. In common worldly things, 'tis call’d-un- Buck. My lord, whoever journeys to the grateful,

prince, With dull unwillingness to repay a debt, For God's sake, let not us two stay at home: Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent; | For, by the way, I'll sort occasion, Much more to be thus opposite with heaven, As indext to the story we late talk'd of, For it requires the royal debt it lent you. To part the queen's proud kindred from the Riv. Madam, bethink you, like a careful

prince. mother,

Glo. My other self, my counsel's consistory, Of the young prince your son: send straight My oracle, my prophet!--My dear cousin, for him,

I, as a child, will go by thy direction. Let him he crown'd; in him your comfort lives: Towards Ludlow then, for we'll not stay beDrown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's


(Ereunt. grave, And plant your joys in living Edward's throne. SCENE III.- The same.--A Street, Enter GLOSTER, BUCKINGILAM, STANLEY,

Enter two CITIZENS, meeting.
Glo. Sister, have comfort: all of us have

1 Cit. Good morrrow, neighbour: Whither

away so fast ? To wail the dimming of our shining star;

2 Cit. I promise you, I scarcely know my

self: But none can cure their harms by wailing them.

Hear you the news abroad? Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy,

1 Cit. Yes; the king's dead. I did not see your grace:-Humbly on my

2 Cit. Ill news, by'r lady; seldom comes

the better: knee I crave your blessing.

I fear, I fear, 'twill prove a giddy world.
Duch. God bless thee; and put meekness in

Enter another Citizen.
thy breast,
Love, charity, obedience, and true duty! 3 Cit. Neighbours, God speed!
Glo. Amen; and make me die a good old

1 Cit. Give you good morrow, Sir.

3 Cit. Doth the news hold of good king EdThat is the butt-end of a mother's blessing;

ward's death? (Aside.

2 Cit. Ay, Sir, it is too true; God help, the

while! I marvel, that her grace did leave it out.


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3 Cit. Then, masters, look to see a troub- , My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow lous world.

More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle 1 Cit. No, no; by God's good grace, his son

Gloster, shall reign.

Small herbs hare grace, great weeds do grow apace: 3 Cit. Woe to ibat land, that's govern’d by a And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, child !

Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds 2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government;

make haste. That, in his nonage,* council under bim, Duch. 'Good faith, 'good faith, the saying And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself,

did not hold No doubt, shall then, and till then, govern In him that did object the same to thee: well.

He was the wretched'st thing, when he was 1 Cit. So stood the state, when Henry the

young, sixth

So long a growing, and so leisurely, cious. Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old. That, it his rule were true, he should be gra3 Cit. Stood the state so ? no, no, good Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious friends, God wot;t

madam. For then this land was famously enrich'd Duch. I hope, he is; but yet let mothers With politic grave counsel ; then the king

doubt. Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace. York. Now, by my troth, if I had been rei Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father

member'd, and mother.

I could have given my uncle's grace a flout, 3 Cit. Better it were they all came by his To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd father;

mine. Or, by his father, there were nune at all: Duch. How, my young York? I pr’ythee, let For emulation now, who shall be nearest,

me hear it. Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not. York. Marry, they say, my uncle grew so (), full of danger is the duke of Gloster;

fast, And the queen's sons, and brothers, haught That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old; and proud:

'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. And were they to be rul'd, and not to rule, Grandam, this would have been a biting jest. This sickly land might solace as before.

Duch. I pr’ythee, pretty York, who told thee 1 Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all

this? will be well.

York. Grandam, his nurse. 3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wise men put Duch. His nurse? why, she was dead ere on their cloaks;

thou wast born. When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; York. If 'twere not she, I cannot tell who When the sun sets, who doth not look for

told me. „night?

Q. Eliz. A parlous* boy: Go to, you are too Untimely storms make men expect a dearth :

shrewd. All may be well; but, if God sort it so,

Arch. Good madam, be not angry with the "Tis more than we deserve, or I expect.

2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear: Q. Eliz. Pitchers have ears.
You cannot reasont almost with a man
That looks not heavily, and full of dread.

3 Cit. Before the days of change, still is it so: Arch. Here comes a messenger:
By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust What news?
Ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see

Mess. Such news, my lord,
The water swell before a boist'rous storm,
But leave it all to God. Whither away?

As grieves me to unfold.

Q. Eliz. How doth the prince? 2 Cit. Marry, we were sent for to the jus

Mess. Well, madam, and in health. tices.

Duch. What is thy news? 3 Cit. And so was I; I'll bear you company. Mess. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, are sent


to Pomfret, SCENE IV.-The same.-- A Room in the

With them Sir Thomas Vanghan, prisoners.

Duch. Who hath committed them?

Mess. The mighty dukes, Enter the Archbishop of York, the young Duke Gloster and Buckingham. of YORK, Queen ELIZABETH, and the Duchess

Q. Eliz. For what offence ? of YORK

Mess. The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd;
Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Stony- Why, or for what, the nobles were committed,
Stratford ;

Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady.
And at Northampton they do rest to-night: Q. Eliz. Ab me, I see the ruin of my house!
To-morrow, or next day, they will be here. The tiger now haih seiz'd the gentle hind;
Duch. I long with all my heart to see the Insulting tyranny begins to jut

Upon the innocent and awless throne:-
I hope, he is much grown since last I saw him. Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre!
Q. Eliz. But I hear, no; they say, my son of I see, as in a map, the end of all.

Duch. Accursed and unquietwrangling days!
Hath almost overta'en him in his growth. How many of you have mine eyes beheld!
York. Ay, mother, but I would not have it My husband lost his life to get the crown;

And often up and down my sons were lost, Duch. Why, my young cousin; it is good to Foi me to joy, and weep, their gain, and loss : grow.

And being seated, and domestic broils York. Grandam, one night, as we did sit at Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors, supper,

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• Perilous, dangerous.

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