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SCENE III.-The same. A Room in the Palace. En ter Queen Elizabeth, Lord Rivers, and Lord Grey. Riv. Have patience, madam : there's no doubt, his

Will soon recover his accustom'd health.

Grey. In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse :
Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comfort,
And cheer his grace with quick and merry words,
Q. Eliz. If he were dead, what would betide of me?
Grey. No other harm but loss of such a lord.
l. Eliz. The loss of such a lord includes all farms.
Grey. The heavens have bless'd you with a goodly

To be your comforter, when he is gone.

Q Eliz. Ah, he is young; and his minority
Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloster,
A man that loves not me, nor none of you.
Riv. Is it concluded, he shall be protector?

Q. Eliz. It is determin'd; not concluded yet:
But so it must be, if the king miscarry.

Enter Buckingham and Stanley.
Grey. Here come the lords of Buckingham and

Buck. Good time of day unto your royal grace!
Stan. God make your majesty joyful as you have

been !
l. Eliz. The countess Richmond, good my lord of

To your good prayer will scarcely say, Amen.
Yet, Stanley, notwithstanding she's your wife,
And loves not me, be you, good lord, assurd,
I hate not you for her proud arrogance.

Stan. I do beseech you, either not believe
The envious slanders of her false accusers ;
Or, if she be accus'd on true report,
Bear with her weakness, which, I think, proceeds
From wayward sickness, and no grounded malice.
2. Eliz. Saw you the king today, my lord of Scan-

Stan. But now, the duke of Buckingham, and I,
Are come from visiting his majesty.
l. Eliz. What likelihood of his amendment, lords ?
Buck. Madam, good hope; his grace speaks cheer-

fully. l. Eliz. God grant him health! Did you confer with

him? Buck. Ay, madam ; he desires to make atonement Between the duke of Gloster and your brothers, And between them and my lord chamberlain; And sent to warn them to his royal presence. & Eliz. 'Would all were well!-But that will nev

er be :
I fear, our happiness is at the height.

Enter Gloster, Hastings, and Dorset.
Glo. They do me wrong, and I will not endure it:
-Who are they, that complaio unto the king,
'That I, forsooth, am stern, and love them not?
By boly Paul, they love his grace but lightly,
That fill his ears with such dissensious rumours.
Because I cannot Matter, and speak fair,
Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog,
Duck with French nods and apish courtesy,
I must be held a rancorous enciny.
Cannot a plain man live, and think no harm,
But thus his simple truth must be abus d
By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks ?
Grey. To whom in all this presence speaks your

Gla. To thee, that hast nor honesty, nor grace.

When have I injur'd thee? when done thee wrong?-
Or thee?-or thee?-or any of your faction?
A plague npon you all! His royal grace-
Whom God preserve better than you would wish !-
Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing-while,
But you must trouble him with lewd complaints.

Q. Eliz. Brother of Gloster, you mistake the matter;
The king of his own royal disposition,
And not provok’d by any suitor else ;
Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred,
That in your outward action shows itself,
Against my children, brothers, and myself,
Makes him to send ; that thereby he may gather
The ground of your ill-will, and so remove it.

Glo. I cannot tell :-the world is grown so bad,
That wrens may prey where eagle-s dare not perch :
Since every Jack became a gentleman,
There's many a gentle person made a Jack.
b. Eliz. Come, come, we know your meaning, broth-

er Gloster ;
You envy my advancement, and my friends;
God grant, we never may have need of you!
Glo, Meantime, God grants that we have need of

you ;
Our brother is imprison'd by your means,
Myself disgrac'd, and the nobility
Held in contempt; while great promotions
Are daily given, to ennoble those
That scarce, some two days since, were worth a noble.

Q. Eliz. By Him, that raisd me to this careful height
From that contented hap which I enjoy'd,
I never did incense his majesty
Against the duke of Clarence, but have been
An earnest advocate to plead for him.
My lord, you do me shameful injury,
Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects.

Glo. You may deny that you were not the cause
Of my lord Hastings' late imprisonment.

Riv. She inay, my lord ; for

Glo. She may, lord Rivers ?-why, who knows not so ?
She may do more, sir, than denying that:
She may help you to many fair preferments;
And then deny her aiding hand therein,
And lay those honours on your ligh desert.
What may she not ?-She may, ay, marry, may she,

Riv. What, marry, may she?

Glo. What, marry, may she? marry with a king,
A bachelor, a handsome stripling too:
I wis, your grandam had a worser match.

Q. Eliz. My lord of Gloster, I have too long borne
Your blunt upbraidings, and your bitter scotfs :
By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty,
Of those gross taunts I often have en:Jurid.
I had rather be a country servant-matid,
Than a great queen, with this condition-
To be so baited, scorn'd, and stormed at :
Small joy have I in being England's quello

Enter Queen Margaret behind.
Q. Mar. And lessen'd be that small, God, I beseech

Thy honour, state, and seat, is due to me.

Glo. What? threat you me with telling of the king ?
Tell him, and spare not; look, what I have said
I will avouch, in presence of the king :
I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower.
"Tis time to speak, my pains are quite forgot.

l. Mar. Out, devil! I remember them too well!
Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower.
And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury.

Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or your husband king,

I was a pack-horse in his great affairs ;

Q. Mar. What! were you snarling all, before I came, A woeder-out of his proud adversaries,

Ready to catch each other by the throat, A lib ral rewarder of his friends;

And turn you all your batred now on me? To royalize his blood, I spilt mine own.

Did York's dread curse prevail so much with heaven, l. Mar. Ay, and much better blood than his, or That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, thine.

Their kingdom's Joss, my woeful banishment, Glo. In all which time, you, and your husband Grey, || Could all but answer for that peevish brat? Were factious for the house of Lancaster ;

Can curses pierce the clouds, and enter heavenAnd, Rivers, so were you :-Was not your husband Why, then give way, dull clouds, to my quick curIn Margaret's battle at Saint Albans slain?

es! Let me put in your minds. if you forget,

Though not by war, by surfeit die your king, What you have been ere now, and what you are; As ours by murder, to make him a king! Witbal, what I bave been, and what I am.

Edwarel, thy son, that now is prince of Wales, Q. Mar. A murd'rous villain, and so still thou art, For Edward, my son, that was prince of Wales,

Glo. Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick, Die in his youth, by like untimely violence! Ay, and forswore himself,—which Jesu pardon! Thyself a queen, for me that was a quen, l. Mar. Which Gol revenge!

Outlive thy glory, like my wretched sell! Glo. To fight on Edward's party for the crown; Long may'st thou fixe, to wail thy children's bes; And for his meed, poor lord, he is mew'd up :

And see another, as I see thee now, I would to God, my heart were flint, like Edward's, Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stalld in mine! Or Edward's soft and pitiful, like mine;

Long die thy happy days before thy death; I am too childish-foolish for this world.

And, after many lengthen'd hours of grief, 2. Mar. Hie thee to hell for shame, and Icave this Die neither mother, wite, nor England's queen!world,

Rivers, -and Dorset,-you were standers by:Thou cacodæmon! there thy kingdom is.

And so wast thou, lord Hastings,when ny son Riv. My lord of Gloster, in those busy days, Was stabb'd with bloody daggers; God, I pray

bim, Which here you urge, to prove us enemies,

That none of you may live your natural age, We follow'd then our lord, our lawful king ;

But by some unlook'd accident cut off! So should we you, if you should be our king.

Glo. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'dbag Glo. If I should be?-I had rather be a pedlar : 2. Mar. And leave out thee? stay, dog, for tbon shaka Far be it froin my heart the thought thereof !

hear me, Q. Eliz. As little joy, my lord, as you suppase If heaven have any grievous plague in store, You should enjoy, were you this country's king; Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee, As little joy you may suppose in me,

0, let them keep it, will thy sins be ripe, That I enjoy, being the queen thereof.

And then hurl down their indignation Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof ; On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace ! For I am she, and all together joyless.

The worm of conscience still be-gnaw thy soul! I can no longer hold me patient. [ Advancing. Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou livist

, Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out

And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends! In sharing that which you have pill'd from me:

No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, Which of you trembles not, that looks on me?

Unless it be while some tormenting dream If not, that I, being queen, you bow like subjects;

Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils ! Yet that, by you depos'd, you quake like rebels

Thou elvish-mark'd, abortive, rooting hog! Ah, gentle villain, do not tum away!

Thou that was seal'd in thy nativity Glo. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou in my

The slave of nature, and the son of hell! sight?

Thou slander of thy mother's heavy womb!
Q. Mar. But repetition of what thou hast marrd; Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins !
That will I make, before I let thee go.

Thou rag of honour! thou detested
Glo. Wert thou not banished on pain of death? Glo. Margaret.
Q. Mar. I was; but I do find inore pain in banish-

Q. Mar.

Richard ! ment,


Ha? Than death can yield me here by my abode.

Q. Mar.

I call thee not A husband, and a son, thou ow'st to me,

Glo. I cry thee merey then ; for, I did think, And thou, a singlom; all of you, allegiance:

That thou had'st call'd me all these bitter names This sorrow that I have, by right is yours ;

Q. Mar. Why, so I did; but look'd for no reply. And all the pleasures you usurp, are mine.

0, let me make the period to my curse. Glo. The curse my noble father laid on thee,

Glo. 'Tis done by me; and ends in-Margaret.. When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper, Q. Eliz. Thus have you breath'd your curse against And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes;

yourself. And then, to dry them, guv'st the duke a clout,

Q. Mar. Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland ;

fortune! His curses, then from bitterness of soul

Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider, Denoune'd against thee, are all fallen upon thee : Whose dea:lly web ensnareth thee about? · And God, pot we, hath plagu'd thy bloody deed. Fool, fool! thou whet'st a knife to hill thyself. Q. Eliz. So just in God, to right the innocent.

The day will come, that thou shalt wish for noe Hast. 0, 'twas the foulest deed to stay that babe,

To help thee curse this pois’uous bunch-back teal And the most merciless, that c'er was heard of.

Hast. False-boding woman, end thy frantie curse ; Riv. Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported. | Lest, to thy harm, thou move our patience. Dors. No man but prophesied revenge for it.

Q. Mar. Foul shame upon you ! you have all want Buck. Northumberland, then present, wept to see it. muc.

Riv. Were you well servid, you would be taught


pray for them that have done scath to us. your duty.

Glo. So do I ever, being well advis'd ;0. Mar. To serve me well, you all should do me duty, For had I curs'd now, I had cursd myself. [Aside Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects:

Enter Catesby. O, serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty.

Cates. Madam, his majesty doth call for you,Dors. Dispute not with her, she is lunatic.

And for your grace,

and you, my noble lords. Q. Mar. Peace, master marquis, you are malapert; Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current :

Q. Eliz. Catesby, I come :-lords, will you go with

me? O, that your young nobility could judge,

Riv. Madam, we will attend upon your grace. What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable !

[Excunt all but Gloster. They that stand high, have many blasts to shake them;

Glo. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. And, if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.

The secret mischiefs that I set abroach, Glo. Good counsel, marry ;-learn it, learn it, mar

I lay unto the grievous charge of others. quis.

Clarence, “whom I, indeed, have laid in darkness,Dors. It touches you, my lord, as much as me.

I do beweep to many simple gulls; Glo. Ay, and much more: But I was born so high,

Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham; Our aiery buildeth in the cedar's top,

And tell them-'tis the queen and her allies, And dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun.

That stir the king against the duke my brother. l. Mar. And turns the sun to shade ;-alas! alas !

Now they believe it; and withal whet me
Witness my son, now in the shade of death ;

To be reveng'd on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey;
Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath
Hath in eternal darkness folded up.

But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture,

Tell them-that God bids us do good for evil: Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest :

And thus I clothe my naked villany O God, that see'st it, do not suffer it;

With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ; As it was won with blood, lost be it so!

And seem a saiot, when most I play the devil. Buck. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charity.

Enter two Murderers.
2. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me;
Uncharitably with me have you dealt,

But, soft, here come my exccutioners.
And shamefully by you, my hopes are butcher'd. How now, my hardy, stout resolved mates.
My charity is outrage, life my shame,-

Are you now going to despatch this thing?
And in my shame still live my sorrow's rage!

1 Mur. We are, my lord; and come to have the Buck. Have done, have done.

warrant, l. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I kiss thy hand, That we inay be admitted where he is. lo sign of league and amity with thee:

Glo. Well thought upon, I have it here about me: Now fair befal thee, and thy noble house!

[Gives the Warrant, Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, When you have done, repair to Crosby-Place. Nor thou within the compass of my curse

But, sirs, be sudden in the execution,
Buck. Nor no one here ; for curses never pass Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead;
The lips of those that breathe them in the air. For Clarence is well spoken, and, perhaps,

Q. Mar. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky, May move your bearts to pity, if you mark him.
And there awake Gol's gentle-sleeping peace.

1 Mur. Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand te prate, O Buckingham, beware of yonder dog ;

Talkers are no good doers; be assurd,
Look, when he fawns, he bites; and, when he bites, We go to use our hands, and not our tongues.
His venom tooth will rankle to the death:

Glo. Your eyes drop mill-stones, when fools' eyes Have not to do with him, beware of him;

drop tears: Sio, death, and hell, have set their marks on him; I like

you, lads ;-about your business straight; And all their ministers attend on him.

Go, go, despatch. Gle. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham ? 1 Mur. We will, my noble lord. [Exeunt. Buck. Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord. Q. Mar. What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle SCENE IV-The same. A Room in the Tower. Erze counsel?

ter Clarence and Brakenbury. And sooth the devil that I warn thee from?

Brak. Why looks your grace so heavily to-day? O, but remember this another day,

Cla. O, I have pass'd a miserable night, When be shall split thy very heart with sorrow; So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, And say, poor Margaret was a prophetess.

That, as I am a christian faithful man,
Live each of you the subjects to his hate,

I would not spend another such a night,
And he to yours, and all of you to God's ! [Exit. || Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days;

Hast. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses. So full of dismal terror was the time.
Riv. And so doth mine; I muse, why she's at liberty. Brak. What was your dream, my lorsl? I pray you,
Glo. I cannot blame her, by God's holy mother;

tell me. She bath had too much wrong, and I repent

Cla. Methought, that I had broken from the Tower, My part thereof, that I have done to her.

And was enbark'd to cross to Burgundy;
Q. Eliz. I never did her any, to my knowledge. And, in my company, my brother Gloster:

Glo. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong. Who from my cabin tempted me to walk
I was too hot to do some body good,

Upon the batches; thence we look'd toward England, That is too cold in thinking of it now.

And cited up a thousand heavy times, Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid;

During the wars of York and Lancaster lle is frank'd up to fatting for his pains ;

That bad befall’n us. As we pac'd along Gou pardon them that are the cause thereof! Upon the giddy footing of the hatches,

Riv. A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion, Methought, that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling,

you well.

Struck me, that thought to stay hin, over-board, 1 Mur. I would speak with Clarence, and I came Into the tumbli:g billows of the main.

bither on my legs. O Lord ! methought, what pain it was to drown ! Brak. What, so brief? What dreadful noise of water in mine ears!

2 Mur. O, sir, 'tis better to be brief than tedious:What sights of ugly death within miue eyes! Let him see our commission; talk no more. Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks;

[A Paper is delivered to Brakenbury, whe A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon;

rcada ita Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,

Brak. I am, in this, commanded to deliver Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,

The noble duke of Clarence to your hands :All scatter'd in the bottoin of the sea.

I will not reason what is meant btreby, Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Because I will be guiltless of the meaning. Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept Here are the keys ;—there sits the duke asleep: (As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems,

I'll to the king; and signify to him, That wooil the slimy bottom of the deep,

That thus I have resign'd to you my charge. And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd hy. 1 Mur. You may, sir; 'tis a point of wisdom: Fare Brak. Had you such leisure in the time of death,

[Exit Brakenburg. To gaze upon these secrets of the deep?

2 Mur. What, shall we stab him as he sleeps? Cla. Methought. I had ; and often did I strive

1 Mur. No, he'll say, 'twas done cowardly, when he To yield the ghost: but still the envious flood

wakes. Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth

2 Mur. When he wakes ! why, fool, he shall never To seek the empty, vast, and wand'ring air ;

wake until the great judgement day. But sinothird it within my panting bulk,

1 Mur. Why, then he'll say, we stabb'd him sleeping. Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.

2 Mur. The urging of that word, judgement, hath Brak. Awak d you not with this sore agony? bred a kind of remorse in me.

Cla. O, no, my dream was lengthend after life; 1 Mur. What? art thou afraid? 0, then began the tempest to my soul !

2 Mur. Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; but I pass’dl, methought, the melancholy flood,

to be damn'd for killing him, from the which no war With that grim ferryman which poets write of, rant can defend me. Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.

1 Mur. I thought, thou had'st been resolute. The first that there did greet my stranger soul,

2 Mur. So I am, to let himn live. Was my great father in-law, renowned Warwick; 1 Mur. I'll back to the duke of Gloster, and tell Who cry'd aloud, -What scourge for perjury

him so. Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ?

2 Mur. Nay, I prythee, stay a little: I hope, this And so he vanishd: Then came wand'ring by

holy humour of mine will change; it was wont to hold A shadow like an angel. with bright hair

ine but while one would tell twenty. Dabbled in blood ! and he shriek'd out aloud,

1 Mur. How dost thou feel thyself now? Clarence is come, -false, fleeting, perjur'd Clarence, 2 Mur. 'Faith, some certain dregs of conscience are -That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury ; yet within me. Seize on him, furies, take him to your torments ! 1 Mur. Remember our reward, when the deed's dons With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends

2 Mur. Come, he dies ; I had forgot the reward. Environd me, and howled in mine ears

1 Mur. Where's thy conscience pow? Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise,

2 Mur. In the duke of Gloster's purse. I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after,

1 Mur. So, when he opens his purse to give us our Could not believe but that I was in hell;

reward, thy conscience fies out. Such terrible impression made my dream.

2 Mur. 'Tis no matter; let it go; there's few of Brak. No marvel, lord, that it atlrighted you ;

none, will entertain it. I am afraid methinks, to hear you tell it.

1 Mur. What, if it come to thee again? Cla. O, Brakenbury, I have done these things, 2 Mur. I'll not meddle with it, it is a dangerous thing, That now give evidence against my soul,

it makes a man a coward; a man cannot steal, but it For Edward's sake; and, see, how he requites me!

accuseth him ; a man cannot swear, but it checks him O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee, But thou wilt be aveng'd on my misdeeds,

a man cannot lie with his neighbour's wife, but it de

tects him : "Tis a blushing shame-faced spirit, that Yet execute thy wrath on me alone :

mutinies in a man's bosom ; it fills one full of obsta O, spare my gultless wife, and my poor children! cles: it made me once restore a purse of gold, that by -I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me;

chance I found; it beggars any man that keeps it: it My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.

is turned out of all towns and cities for a dangerous Brak. I will, my lord ; God give your grace good thing; and every man, that means to live well

, en rest! (Clarence reposes himself on a chair. deavours to trust to himself, and live without it. Sorrow breaks seasons, and reposing hours,

1 Mur. 'Zounds, it is even now at my elbow, persuad Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night. ing me not to kill the duke. Princes have but their titles for their glories,

2 Mur. Take the devil in thy mind, and believe him An outwari honour, for an inward toil;

not: he would insinuate with thee, but to make thet And, for unfelt imaginations,

sigh. They often feel a world of restless cares :

1 Mur. I am strong-framd, he cannot prevail with So tilat, between their titles, and low name, There's nothing differs but the outward fame. 2 Mur. Spoke like a tall fellow, that respects bís Enter the two Murderers.

reputation. Come, shall we fall to work? 1 Mur. Ho! who's here?

i Mur. Take him over the costard with the hilts of Brak. What wouldst thou, fellow! and how cam'st | thy sword, and then throw him into the malmses-butt, thou hither?

in the next room.



2 Nur. O excellent device! and make a sop of himn. Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee. 1 Mur. Sofi! be wakes.

Cla. If you do love my brother, hate not me; 3 Jul. Strike.

I am his brother, and I love him well. 1 Mur. No, we'll reason with him.

If you are hird for meed, go back again,
Cla. Where art thou, keeper? give me a cup of wine And I will send you to my brother Gloster;
i Nur. You shall have wine enough, my lord, anon. Who shall rewaril you better for my life,
Cia. In God's name, what art thou?

Than Edward will for tidings of my death. 1 Mur. A man, as you are.

Mur. You are deceived, your brother Gloster hates Cla. But not, as I am, royal.

you. 1 Mur. Nor you, as we are, loyal.

Cla. O no; he loves me, and he holds me dear: Cia. Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are humble. Go you to him from me. 1 Mur. My voice is now the king's, my looks mine Both Mur.

Ay, so we will

Cla. Tell him, when that our princely father York Cla. How darkly, and how deadly dost thou speak!

Blesy'd his three sous with his victorious arm, Your eyes do menace mt: Why look you pale? And charg' us from his soul to love each other, Who sent you bither? Wherefore do you come? He little thought of this divided friendship; Both Mur. To, to, to

Bid Gloster think on this, and he will weep. Cla. To murder me?

1 Mur. Ay, mill-stones ; as he lesson d us to weep. Both Mur. Ay, ay.

Clai 0, do not slander him, for he is kind. Cla. You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so, 1 Mur. Right, as snow in harvest-Come, you deAnd therefore cannot have the hearts to do it.

ceive yourself; Wherein, my friends, have I oftended you ?

'Tis he that sends us to destroy you here. 1 Mur. Offended us you have not, but the king.

Cla. It cannot be; for he bewept my fortune, Cla. I shall be reconcil'd to bim again.

And huggd me in his arms, and swore, with sobs, 3 Mur. Never, my lord; therefore prepare to die. That he would labour my delivery.

Cla. Are you call'd forth from out a world of men, 1 Mur. Why, so he doth, when he delivers you To slay the innocent? What is my offence ?

From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven. Where is the evidence that doth accuse me?

2 Mur. Make peace with God, for you must die, my What lawful quest bave given their verdict up

lord. Unto the frowning julge? or who pronounc'd

Cla. llast thou that holy feeling in thy soul, The bister sentence of poor Clarence death? To counsel me to make my peace with God, Before I be convict by course of law,

And art thou yet to thy own soul so blind, To threaten me with death is most unlawful. That thou wilt war with God, by murdering me?I charge you, as you hope for any goodness,

Ah, sirs, consider, he, that set you on By Christ's dear blood, shed for our grievous sins,

To do this deod, will hate you for the deed. Thai yo'ı da part, and lay no hands on me;

2 Mur. What shall we do? 'The deed you undertake is damnable.

Cla. Relent, and save your souls. 1 Mur. What we will do, we do upon command. 1 Mur. Relent! 'tis cowardly, and womanish, 2 Jur. And he, that hath commanded, is our king. Cla. Not to relent, is beastly, savage, devilish.

Cla. Erroneonis vassal! the great King of kings Which of you, if you were a prince's sou, Hatb in the table of his law commanded,

Being pent from liberty, as I am now,-
That thou shalt do no murder ; Wilt thou then If two such murderers as yourselves came to you, -
Spurn at his ediet, and fulfil a man's ?

Would not entreat for life ?-
Take herd; for he holds vengeance in his hand, My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks ;
To burt upon ileir heads that break his law. 0, if thine eye be not a flatterer,
2 Mur. And that sanie vengeance doth he hurl on

Come thou on my side, and entreat for me, thee,


you would bey, were you in my distress. For false forywearing, and for murder too:

A begging prince what beggar pities not? Thou didst receive the sacrament, to fight

2 Mur. Look behind you, my lord. In quarrel of the house of Lancaster.

1 Mur. Take that, and that; if all this will not do, 1 Mur. And, like a traitor to the name of God,

[Stabs him. Didst break that vow; and, with thy treacherous blade, I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within. Unripp'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son.

[Lxit with the body. 2 Mur. Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and defend. 2 Mur. A bloody deed, and desperately despatch'd !

1 Mur. How canst thou urge God's dreadful law to us, How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands
When thou bast broke it in such dear degree? Of this most grievous guilty murder done!
Cla. Alas! for whose sake did I that ill deal?

Re-enter first Murderer.
For Edward, for my brother, for his sake:

1 Mur. How now? what mean'st thou, that thou He sends you not to murder me for this;

help'st me not? For in that sin he is as deep as I.

By heaven, the duke shall know how slack you have If God will be avenged for the deed,

been. 0, know you, that he doch it publicly;

2 Mur. I would he knew, that I had sav'd his broth. Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm; He nerus no indirect nor lawless course,

Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say ; To cat off those that have ofiend d him.

For I repent me that the duke is slain. (E.rit. 1 Mur. Who inade thee then a bloody minister, 1 Mur, So do not I; go, coward as thou art.When gallant-springing, brave Plantag net,

Feil, I'll go hide the body in some hole, That pris.cely novice, was mruck dead by thee? Till that the duke give oriler for his burial : Clä. My brother's love, the devil, and my rage.

Aud ahen I have my meed, I will away; 1 Mur. Iby brother's love, dut, and thy fault, For this will out, and then I must not stay. [Erit.

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