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Enter King Edward, and a Huntsman. l Hunt. This way, my lord; for this way lies|N the game. no K. Edw. Nay, this way, man; see, where the T huntsmen stand.- i h Now, brother of Gloster, lord Hastings, and the w" rest, stand you thus close, to steal the bishop's deer." *. Glo. Brother, the time and case requireth o haste; Your horse stands ready at the park corner. A. Edw. But whither shall we then f t Hast. To Lynn, my lord; and ship from thence Fol to Flanders. | Glo. well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning. We K. Eaw. Stanley, I will requite thy forward. |}. ness. Glo, but wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to !" talk. A. Eduo. Huntsman, what say'st thou? wilt An thou go along f Fol Hunt. better do so, than tarry and be hang'd. An Glo, come then, away; let's have no more | ". ado. K. Edo. Bishop, farewell: shield thee from l Warwick’s frown ; And pray that I may repossess the crown: l [Ereunit. Les SCENE VI.-A Room in the Tower. th. Enter King HENRY, Clan ENCE, Warwick, !. somerset, young Rich Mon D, Oxford, Mox- M. Taour, Ligure NANr of the Tower, and At-I", tendants. K. Hen. Master lieutenant, now that God and l 2 friends Have shaken Edward from the regal seat, Of And turn'd my captive state to liberty, & My fear to hope, iny sorrows unto joys ; At our enlargement what are thy due fees? r Lieu. subjects may challenge nothing of their sovereigns; But, if an humble prayer may prevail, so I then crave pardon of your majesty. Thi K. Hon. for what, lieutenantt for well using|||}| me 1 His Nay, be thou sure, I'll well requite thy kind- His ness, Lik For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure: |M|.. Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds Mu conceive, when, after many moody thoughts, At last, by notes of household barinony, They quite forget their loss of liberty.— | But, Warwick, after God, thou set'st me free, M And chiefly therefore 1 thank God and thee; He was the author, thou the instrument. An therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite, J By living low, where fortune cannot hurt me ; And that the people of this blessed land A May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars; warwick, although my head still wear the An crown, In I here resign my government to thee, Ant For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds. Fol War. Your grace hath still been fam'd for j virtuous; And now may seen as wise as virtuous, But By spying and avoiding fortune's malice, A 8 For few men rightly temper with the stars : * [ Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace, For choosing me, when Clarence is in place. 1 .5 Clar. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway, for To whom the heavens, in thy nativity, Alis Adjudg’d an olive branch and laurel crown, As likely to be blessed in peace and war; As And therefore i yield thee my free consent. did ji'ar. And is choose Clarence only for protector. * Few men consorin their temper to their destiny. war + Present.

Both Murd. To, to, to, Clar. To Inurder me? Both Murd. Ay, ay. Ciar. You scarcely have the hearts to tell Ine so, And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it. Wherein, my friends, have 1 offended you ? 1 Murd. Offended us you have not, but the king. Clar. I shall be reconcil'd to him again. 2 Hurd. Never, my lord ; therefore prepare to die. Clar. Are you call’d. forth from out a world of men, To slay the innocent f What is my offence 1 Where is the evidence that doth accuse me? what lawful quest" have given their verdict up U.1to the frowning judge ; or who pronounc'd The bitter sentence of poor Clarence’ death ; Before I be convict by course of law, To threaten me with death is most unlawful. 1 charge you, as you hope for any goodness By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous slus, That you depart, and lay no hands on me; The deed you undertake is damnable.

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

2 Murd. And he, that hath commanded, is our king.

Clar. Erroneous vassall the great King of kings

Hath in the table of his law commanded, That thou shalt do no murder ; Wilt thou then Spuru at his edict, and fulfil a man's 1 Take heed ; for he holds vengeance in his hand, To hurl upon their heads that break his law. 2 Murd. And that same vengeance doth he hurl on thee, For false forswearing, and for murder too : Thou didst receive the sacrament, to fight In quarrel + of the house of Lancaster. 1 Maord. And, like a traitor to the name of God, Didst break that vow ; and, with thy treacher- ous blade, Unrip’dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son. 2 Asurd. Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and defend. 1 Mard. How caust thou urge God’s dreadsul

law to us, When thou hast broke it in such dear degree ? Clar. Alas ! for whose sake did I that ill

deed t For Edward, for my brother, for his sake : He sends you not to murder me for this; For in that sin he is as deep as I. If God will be avenged for the deed, o know you that he doth it publicly ; Take uot the quarrel from his powerful arm ; He needs no indirect nor lawless course, To cut off those that have offended him. 1 losurd. Who made thee then a bloody minister, When gallaut-springing, brave Plantagenet, That princely novice, I was struck dead by theef Clar. My brother's love, the devil, and my

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2 Murd. You are deceiv'd, your brother

Gloster hates you. Clar. *: no; he loves me, and he holds me ear : Go you to him from me. Both Murd. Ay, so we will. Clar. Tell him, when that our princely father York Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm, And charg’d us from his soul to love each other, He little thought of this divided friendship: Bid Gloster think on this and he will weep. 1 Murd. Ay, mill-stones; as he lesson'd us to weep. Clar. Oh I do not slander him, for he is kind. 1 Murd. Right, as snow in harvest. you deceive yourself; 'Tis he that sends us to destroy you here. Clar. It cannot be ; for he bewept my fortune, And hugg’d me in his arms, and swore, with sobs, That he would labour my delivery. 1 Murd. Why so he doth, when he delivers you From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven. 2 Murd. Make peace with God; for you must die, my lord. Clar. Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul, To counsel me to make my peace with God, And art thou yet to thy own soul so blind, That thou wilt war with God, by murd'ring me?— Ah Sirs, consider, he, that sent you on To do this deed, will hate you for the deed. 2 Murd. What shall we do Clar. Relent, and save your souls.


1 Murd. Relent I '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 caume to you, Would not entreat for life?— My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks; Oh 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 1 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. [Erit with the body. 2 Murd. A bloody deed, and desperately despatch'd : How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands Of this most grievous guilty murder done I

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1 Murd. How now f 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 duke is slain. {Erir. 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 *, f | Fat

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With hasty Germans, and blunt Hollanders,
Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas,
Aud with his troops doth march amain to
And many giddy people flock to him.
Oxf. Let's levy men, and beat him back
Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out :
Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted
Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war;
Those will I muster up : —and thou, son Cla-
Shalt stir, in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,
The knights and gentlemen to come with
thee :-
Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,
Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find
Men well inclin'd to hear what thou coin-
inaud'st :-
And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well-belov’d,
In Oxfordshire shall muster up thy friends.-
My sovereign, with the loving citizens.
Like to his island, girt in with the ocean,
Or modest pian, circled with her nymphs,
Shall rest in London, till we come to him.—
Fair lords, take leave, and stand uot to reply.—
Farewell, my sovereign.
A. Hen. Farewell, Iny Hector, and my Troy's
true hope.
Clar. In sign of truth, I kiss your highness’
K. Hen. Well-minded Clarence, be thou for-
tunate |
Mont. Comfort, my lord ;—and so I take my
Oxf. And thus [Kissing HENRY's hand.] I
seal my truth, and bid adieu.
K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Mon-
And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
war. Farewell, sweet lords; let's meet at
[E., cunt WAR. Clar. 0xF. and Mont.
K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest
a while.
Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship 7
Methinks, the power that Edward hath in field,
Should not be able to encounter mine.
Bre. The doubt is, that he will seduce the
R. Hen. That's not my fear, my meed" hath
got me fame.
I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,
Nor posted off their guits with slow delays ;
My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
My mildness hath allay’d their swelling griefs,
My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears;
I have not been desirous of their wealth,
Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies,
Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd :
Then why should they love Edward more than
No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace :
And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb,
The lamb will never cease to follow him.
[Shout within..] A Lancaster A Lancaster :
Eve. Hark, hark, my lord what shouts are
these I

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Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me Even in his garuments; 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-wassals have done . 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 1 (ungracious) speak unto myself for him, poor soul.—The proudest of you all have been beholden to him in his life. Yet none of you would once plead for his life. o God! I fear, thy justice will take hold on une, and you, and mine, and your’s, for this.come, Hastings, help me to my closet. Poor Clarence [E, eunt Ki Ng, Queen, Hasti Nas, Rivers, Dorset, and GREY. r Gio. This is the fruit of rashness l—Mark'd you not, How that the guilty kindred of the queen Look'd pale, when they did hear of Clarence’ death 1 oh they did urge it still unto the king : God will revenge it. Come, lords; will you ro, To comfort Edward with your company? Buck. We wait upon our grace.


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SCENE II.-The same.

Enter the Duchess of York, reith a SoN and DAUG at ER of Clarence.

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Son. Then, grandaun, you couclude that he is dead.

The king iny uncle is to blame for this :
God will revenge it ; whom I will importune
With earnest prayers all to that effect.
Daragh. And so will I.
Duch. Peace, children, peace the king doth
love you well :
Incapable * and shallow innocents,
You cannot guess who caus'd your father's
Son. Grandam, we can : for my good uncle
Told one, the king, provok'd to't by the queen,
Bewis'd impeachinents to imprison him; .
And when Iny uncle told me so, he wept,
And pitied me, and kindly kiss'd my cheek;
Bade one rely on him, as on my fatier,
Aud he would love me dearly as his child.
Duck. Ah! that deceit should steal such gen-
tle shapes,
And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice
He is uny son, ay, and therein my shame,
Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit.
$on. Think you, Iny uncle did dissemble,
graiidain f

* Ignorant.

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Enter Queen Elizabeth distracted y : Riveas
and Dorset, following her.
Q. Eliz. Ah! who shall hinder me to wail
and weep 7
To chide my fortune, and torment myself?
I'll join with black despair against my soul,
And to myself become an enemy.
Duch. What means this scene of rude impa-
tience of
Q. Eliz. To inake an act of tragic violence:-
Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead.
Why grow the branches, when the root is gone 7
Why wither not the leaves, that want their
sap 7–
If you will live, lament; if die, be brief,
That our swift-winged souls may catch the
king's ;
Or, like obedient subjecle, follow him
To his new kingdom of perioetual rest.
Duch. All 1 so unuch interest have I in thy
As l had title in thy noble husband I
I have bewept a worthy husband's death,
And liv'd by looking on his images:
But now two mirrors of his princely semblance
Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death,
And I for comfort have but one false glass.
That grieves me when I see my shame in him.
Thou art a widow; yet thou art a mother,
And hast the comfort of thy children left thee:
But death hath snatch'd iny husband from my
And pluck'd two
Clarence and Edward. oh! what cause have 1,
(Thine being but a moiety of Iny grief,)
To over-go thy plaints, and drown thy cries
Son. All aunt, you wept not for our father's
death ;
How can we aid you with our kindred tears ?
Daugh. Our fatherless distress was left un-
Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept 1
Q. Eliz. Give me no help in lamentation,
I am not barren to bring forth laments:
All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes,
That I, being govern'd by the watery moon,
May send forth plenteous tears to drown the
world !
Ah! for my husband, for my dear lord Ed-
ward I
Chil. Ah for our father, for our dear lord
Clarence 1
Duch. Alas! for both, both mine, Edward and
Q. Eliz. What stay had I, but Edward 1 and
he's gone.
Chil. What stay had we, but Clarence f and
he's gone. -
Duch. What stays had I, but they f and they
are gone.
Q. Eliz. was never widow, had so dear a
Chil. Were never orphans,
Duch. Was never mother had so dear a loss.
Alas! I am the mother of these griefs;
Their woes are parcell’d, * mine arc general.
She for an Edward weeps, and so do i ;
I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she
These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I:
I for an Edward weep, so do not they :-
Alas! you three, on me, threefold distress'd,
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, |
That you take with unthankfulness his doing ;

crutches from my feeble

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Glo. Sister, have comfort: all of us 'lave cause To wail the dimming of our shining star ; But none can cure their harms by wailing them. Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy, I did not see your grace:—Humbly on my knee I crave your blessing. Duch. God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty Glo. Amen ; and make me die a good old man – That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing: [Aside. I marvel, that her grace did leave it out. Buck. You cloudy princes, and heart sorrowing peers, That bear this mutual heavy load of moan, Now cheer each other in each other's love : Though M. have spent our harvest of this ing, We are to reap the harvest of his son. The broken rancour of your high swoln hearts, But lately splinted, knit, and join'd together, Must gently be preserv’d, cherish'd, and kept : Me seemeth good, that with some little train, Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be fetch'd II.ther to London, to be crown'd our king. Biz. Why with some little train, my lord of Buckingham : Buck. Marry, my lord, lest, by a multitude, The new-heal’d wound of malice should break out ; Which would be so much the more dangerous, By how much the estate is green, and yet ungovern'd : Where every horse bears his commanding rein, And Inay direct his course as please himself, As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent, In my opinion, ought to be prevented. Glo. I * the king inade peace with all of us; And the compáct is firm, and true, in me. Riv. And so in me : and so, I think, in all : Yet, since it is but green, it should be put To no apparent likelihood of breach, Which, haply, by much coupany might be urged : Therefore I say, with noble Buckingham, That it is meet so few should fetch the prince. Hast. And so say I. Glo. Then be it so ; and go we to determine Who they shall be that straight shall post to Ludlow. Madam,_and you my mother, will you go To give your censures " in this weighty busi

ness 7 [Ereunt all but Bucki Ng h AM and Glost ER. Buck. My lord, whoever journeys to the

prince, For God's sake, let not us two stay at home :

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Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old. 3 Cit. Stood the state so 2 no, no, good trieuds, God wot ;: For then this land was famously enrich'd With politic grave counsel ; then the king Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace. 1 Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father and mother. 2 Cit. Better it were they all came by his father ; Or, by his father, there were none at all : For emulation now, who shall be nearest, will touch us all too near, if God prevent not. Oh full of danger is the duke of Gloster; And the queen's sons, and brothers, haught and proud : And were they to be rul’d, and not to rule, This sickly land might solace as before. 1 Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; zo will be well. 3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks; when great leaves fall, then winter is at haud : When the sun sets, who doth not look for night 7 Untimely storms make men expect a dearth: All may be well ; but, if God sort it so, 'Tis more than we deserve, or I expect. 2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear : You cannot reason 5 almost with a man That looks not heavily, and full of dread. 3 Cit. Before the days of change, still is it so : By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust Ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see The water swell before a boist’rous ston in But leave it all to God. Whither away *

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