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K. Hen. Ay, my good lord: My lord, I should

say rather; 'Tis sin to flatter, good was little better : Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike, * And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord. * Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer.

Exit Lieutenant. * K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the

wolf: * So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, * And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?

Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in abush, • With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush: And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye, Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and

kill'd. Glo. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete, . That taught his son the office of a fowl? And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd.

· K. Hen. I, Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus; Thy father, Minos, that denied our course; • The sun, that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy, Thy brother Edward; and thyself, the sea, Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life. * Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words!

My breast can better brook thy dagger's point, Than can my ears that tragick history.* But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life?

. Glo. Think'st thou, I am an executioner?. K. Hen. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art;

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hapless male -] The word male is here used in a very uncommon sense, not for the male of the female, but for the male parent: the sweet bird is evidently his son Prince Edward.

• If murdering innocents be executing,
Why, then thou art an executioner.
Glo. Thy son I killd for his presumption.
K. Hen. Hadst thou been kill'd, when first thou

didst presume,

Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine. * And thus I prophecy,—that many a thousand, · Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear;' ' And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's, • And many an orphan's water-standing eye, • Men for their sons, wives for their husbands' fate, And orphans for their parents' timeless death,— Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born. The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign; · The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time; Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook down trees; The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top, And chattering pies in dismal discords sung. Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope; • To wit,-an indigest deformed lump, Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree. Teeth hadst thou in thy head, when thou wast born, To signify, thou cam’si to bite the world: And, if the rest be true which I have heard, (Thou cam'stGlo. I'll hear no more;-Die, prophet, in thy speech:

Stabs him. For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'à. K. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter after

this. O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! [Dies. Glo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted. See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's death! "O, may such purple tears be always shed • From those that wish the downfal of our house!If any spark of life be yet remaining, Down, down to hell; and say—I sent thee thither,

9 Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear;] Who suspect no part of what

my fears

presage. * The raven rook'd her -] To rook, or rather to ruck, is a north-country word, signifying to squat down, or lodge on any thing.

[Stabs him again. I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.Indeed, 'tis true, that Henry told me of; For I have often heard my mother say, I came into the world with my legs forward : Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,

And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right? The midwife wonder'd ; and the women cried, 0, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth! * And so I was; which plainly signifiedThat I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. * Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother: * And this word-love, which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me; I am myself alone.Clarence, beware; thou keep’st me from the light; But I will sort a pitchy day for thee:? For I will buz abroad such prophecies, "That Edward shall be fearful of his life; And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death. • King Henry, and the prince his son, are gone:

Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest; Counting myself but bad, till I be best.• I'll throw thy body in another room, And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom. [Exit.

? But I will sort a pitchy day for thee : ) But I will choose out an hour whose gloom shall be as fatal to you. To sort is to select.

SCENE VII.

The same. A Room in the Palace.

King Edward is discovered sitting on his Throne ;

Queen ELIZABETH with the infant Prince, CLA-
RENCE, GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and Others, near
him.
K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal

throne,
Re-purchas'd with the blood of enemies.
What valiant foe-men, like to autumn's corn,
Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride?
Three dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd
For hardy and undoubted champions :
Two Cliffords, as the father and the son,
And two Northumberlands; two braver men
Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound:
• With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and

Montague,
That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion,
And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.
Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat,
And made our footstool of security.--
Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy:
Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles, and myself,
Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night;

Went all a foot in summer's scalding heat,
That thou might'st repossess the crown in peace;
And of our labours thou shalt reap

the gain. Glo. I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;

; For yet I am not look'd on in the world. This shoulder was ordain'd so thick, to heave; And heave it shall some weight, or break my back :Work thou the way,—and thou shalt execute.

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[ Aside. K. Edw. Clarence, and Gloster, love my lovely

queen; And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.

Clar. The duty, that I owe unto your majesty, I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe. K. Edw. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy bro

ther, thanks. * Glo. And, that I love the tree from whence thou

sprang'st, · Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit :то

say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master; And cried—all hail! when as he meant- Aside.

all harm. K. Edw. Now am I seated as my soul delights, Having my country's peace, and brothers' loves.

Clar. What will your grace have done with MarReignier, her father, to the king of France Hath pawn’d the Sicils and Jerusalem, And hither have they sent it for her ransome. K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence to

France. And now what rests, but that we spend the time With stately triumphs,' mirthful comick shows, Such as befit the pleasures of the court ?Sound, drums and trumpets!—farewell, sour annoy! For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. [Exeunt.®

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Work thou the way, &c.] He speaks this line, first touching his head, and then looking on his hand.

+ Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks.] In my copy of the second folio, which had belonged to King Charles the First, his Majesty has erased-Cla. and written King, in its stead. Shakspeare, therefore, in the catalogue of his restorers, may boast of a Royal pame.

Steevens. 5 With stately triumphs,] Triumphs are publick shows. 6 The three parts of King Henry VI. are suspected, by Mr. Theobald, of being supposititious, and are declared, by Dr. Warburton, to be certainly not Shakspeare's. Mr. Theobald's suspi

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