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Cla. Are you callid forth from out a world of Butb. Ay, so we will.

[York men,

Cla. Tell him, when that our princely father To Nay the innocent ? What is my offence ? Bless'd his three fons with his victorious arm, Where is the evidence that doth accuse me? And charg'd us from his soul to love each other, What lawful quest' have given their verdict up 5 He little thought of this divided friendship: Unto the frowning judge? or who pronounc'd Bid Glofter think on this, and he will weep. The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death?

1 Murd. Ay, mill-Itones; as he letion'd us to Before I be conviêt by course of law,

weep. To threaten me with death, is rnost unlawful. Clar. O, do not Nander him, for he is kind. I charge you, as you hope to have redemption, 1 Murd. Right, as snow in larvelt.--Come, you That you depart, and lay no hands on me;

deceive yourself; The deed you undertake is damnable.

'Tis he that fends us to destroy you here. 1 Mard. What we will do, we do upon command. Clar. It cannot be ; for he bewept my fortune, 2 Murd. And he that hath commanded is our And hugg'd me in his arms, and swore with fobs, king

15 That he would labour my delivery. Ciar. Erroneous vaffal! the great King of kings 1 Murd. Why, lo he doth, when he delivers you Hath in the table of his law commanded,

From this earth’s thraldom to the joys of heaven. That thou shalt do no murder; wilt thou then 2 Murd. Make peace with God, for you must Spum at his edict, and fulfil a man's?

die, my lorda Take heed; for he holds vengeance in his hand, Clar. Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul, To hurl upon their heads that break his law. To counsel me to make my peace with God, 2 Murd. And that same vengeance doth he huril And art thou yet to thy own foul so blind, on thee,

That thou wilt war with God by murdering me? For false forfwearing, and for murder too: O, firs, consider, he that lets you on Thou didft receive the sacrament to fight 125 To do this deed, will hate you for the deed. In quarrel of the house of Lancaster.

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

[blade, Which of you, if you were a prince's son, DidA break that vow; and, with thy treacherous Being pent from liberty, as I am now,Ugripp'dft the bowels of thy sovereign's son. 30 If two such murderers as yourselves came to you 2 Mard. Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and Would not intreat for life? as you would beg, defend.

[law to us, Were you in my distress, 1 Murd. How canst thou urge God's dreadful 1 Murd. Relent ! 'tis cowardly, and womanish. When thou hast broke it in such dear degree?

Clar. Not to relent, is beastly, savage, devilish. Clar. Alas! for whose sake did I that ill deed 35 My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks; For Edward, for my brother, for his fake ; o, if thine eye be not a fiatterer, He sends you not to murder me for this :

Come thou on my side, and entreat for me : For in that fin he is as deep as I.

A begging prince what beggar pities not? God will be avenged for the deed,

2 Murd. Look behind you, my lord. 0, know you yet, he doth it publickly:

1 Murd. Take that, and that; if all this will Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm;

not serve,

[Stabs bim. He needs no indirect nor lawless course,

I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within. [Exil. To cut off those that have offended him.

2 Murd. A bloody deed, and desperately dif. 1 Mard. Who made thee then a bloody minister,

patch'd ! When gallant-springing %, brave Plantagenet, 45 How fain, like Pilate, would I wam my hands That princely 3 novice, was struck dead by thee? Of this most grievous guilty murder done! Cla. My brother's love, the devil, and my rage.

Re-enter for Murderer. Murd. Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy I Murd. How now? what mean'st thou, that fault,

thou help'ít me not? [have been. Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee. 150 By heaven, the duke shall know how Rack you

Car. If you do love my brother, hate not me; 2 Murd. I would he knew that I had sav'd his I am his brother, and I love him well.

brother! li you are hir'd for meed, go back again,

Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say; And I will send you to my brother Glofter ; For I repent me that the duke is Nain. [Exi'. Who shall reward you better for my life,

551 i Murd. So do not I; go, coward, as thou art. Than Edward will for tidings of my death. Well, I'll go hide the body in some hole, 2 Murd. You are deceiv'd, your brother Glofter 'Till that the duke give order for his burial : hates you.

And when I have my meed, I will away; Cla. Oh, no; he loves me, and he holds me dear : For this will out, and then I must not stay. Go you to him from me.


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Buck. And, in good time, here comes the noble
Enter Glofter.

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Gl. Good-morrow to my sovereign, king, and Enter King Edward fick, the Queen, Dorset, Rivers,

And, princely peers, a happy time of day! [queen; Hafings, Buckingham, Grey, and obers.

5 K. Edw. Happy, indeed, as we have spent the K. Edw. HY, 10:- now have I done a good Brother, we have done deeds of charity; [day. :day's work;

Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, You peers, continue this united league:

Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers. I every day expect an embassage

Glo. A bleised labour, my most lovereign liege From my Redeemer to redeem me hence; 10 Among this princely heap, if any here, And now in peace my foul shall part to heaven, By falle intelligence, or wrong surmise, Since I have made my friends at peace on earth. Hold me a foe; if I onwittingly Rivers, and Hastings, take each other's hand; Have aught committed that is hardly borne Diffemble not your hatred, swear your love. By any in this presence, I defire Riv. By heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudg- 15 To reconcile me to his friendly peace: ing hate;

'Tis death to me, to be at enmity; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love. I hate it, and desire all good men's love.

Haft. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like! First, madam, I entreat true peace of you, K. Edw. Take heed, you dally not before your Which I will purchase with my duteous service;king;

200f you, my noble cousin Buckingham, Left he, that is the supreme King of kings, If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us ;Confound your hidden falíhood, and award Of you, lord Rivers,—and, lord Grey, of you, Either of you to be the other's end.

That all without defert have frown'd on me; Haft. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love. Of you, lord Woodville,-and, lord Scales, of you, Riv. And I, as I love Hastings with my heart ! 25 Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen ; indeed, of all. K. Edw. Madam, yourself are not exempt in I do not know that Englishman alive, this,-

With whom my soul is any jot at odds, Nor your son Dorset,-Buckingham, nor you ; More than the infant that is born to-night; You have been factious one against the other. I thank my God for my humility. Wife, love lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand; 30 Queen. A holy-day this Thall be kept hereafter:And what you do, do it unfeignedly. (remember I would to God,all strifes were well compounded.

Queen. There, Hastings ;-I will never more My sovereign lord, I do beseech your highness Our former hatred, so thrive I, and mine! To take our brother Clarence to your grace. K. Edw. Dorset, embrace him;-Hastings, love Glo. Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this, lord marquis.

35 To be so fouted in this royal presence ? Dor. This interchange of love, I here protest, Who knows not, that the gentle duke is dead ? l'pon my part, Mall be inviolable.

[They all parts Haft. And so swear I.

(this league You do him injury, to scorn his corse. K. Edqv. Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou K.Edw. Who knows not, he is dead! who knows With thy embracements to my wife's allies,


Queen. All-seeing heaven, what a world is this! And make me happy in your unity.

Buck. Look I fo pale, lord Dorset, as the rent? Buck. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate Dor. Ay, my good lord; and no man in the Upon your grace, but with all duteous love


[To the Queen. But his red-colour hath forsook his cheeks. Doth cherish you, and yours, God punish me 451

K. Edw. Is Clarence dead ? the order was reWith hate in those where I expect most love !

vers'd. When I have most need to employ a friend,

Glo. But he, poor man, by your first order dice, And moft assured that he is a friend,

And that a winged Mercury did bear; Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guiie, Some tardy cripple bore the countermand', Be he unto me! This do I beg of heaven, 50 That came too lag to see him buried :When I am cold in love, to you, or yours. God grant, that some, less noble, and less loyal,

[Embracing Rivers, Sc. Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood, K.Edw. A pleafing cordial,princely Buckingham, Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did, Is this thy vow unto my lickly heart.

And yet go current from suspicion! There wanteth now our brother Glofter here,


Enter Lord Stanley. To make the blessed period of this peace.

Sian. A boon, my sovereign, for my service done! " This alludes to a proverbial expression, that “Ill news hath wings, and with the wind doth go; Al Comufort's a cripple, and comes ever flow.”

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K. Edw. I pr’ythee, peace; my soul is full of Durch. My pretty coufins, you mistake me both; .

II do lament the sickness of the king,
Star. I will not rise, unless your highness hear me. As loth to lose him, not your father's death;
K. Edw. Then say at once, what is it thou re it were loft forrow, to wail one that's lost.

5 Sor. Then, grandam, you conclude that he is dead.
Stan. The forfeit', fovereign, of my servant's life; The king mine uncle is to blame for this :
Who New to-day a riotous gentleman,

God will revenge it; whoms will importune
Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk.

With earnest prayers, all to that effect.
K. Edw. Have I a tongue to doom my bro Daugb. And so will I.

[love you well :
ther's death,

Dutck. Peace, children, peace! the king doth
And Mall that tongue give pardon to a llave? Jincapable and shallow innocents,
My brother kill'd no man, his fault was thought, You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death.
And yet his punishment was bitter death.

Sun. Grandam, we can : for my good uncle Glofter
Who ro'd to me for him? who, in my wrath, Told me, the king, provok'd to 't by the qucen,
Kocel'd at my feet, and bid me be advis'd ? 15 Devis d impeachments to imprison him:
Who spoke of brotherhood? who spoke of love? And when my uncle told me fo, he wept,
Who told me, how the poor soul did fortake And pitied me, and kindly kiss'd my cheek;
The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me? Bade me rely on him, as on my father,
Who told me, in the field at Tewksbury,

And he would love me dearly as his child.
When Oxford had me down, he refcu'd me,

Düsib. Ah, that deceit ihould steal such gentle
Arifaid, Dear brother, liv., and be a king

Who told me, when we both lay in the field, And with a virtuous vizor hide deep vice!
Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me

He is my son, ay, and therein my shame,
Even in his garinents, and did give himself, Yet from my dugs he drew not this decet. [dam?
All thin and naked, to the numb-cold night? 251 Son. Think you, my uncle did dissemble, gran-
All this irom my remembrance brutish wrath Durch. Ay, boy.
Sictully pluck'd, and not a man of you

Son. I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this?
Had so much grace to put it in my mind. Enter the Queen, diftrastedly ; Rivers, ard Dorfet,
, when your carters, or your waiting vaffals,

after ber.
Have done a drunken Naughter, and defac'd

30 Queen. Ah! who Thall hinder me to wail and
The precious image of our dear Redeemer,
You straight are on your knees for pardon, pardon; To chide my fortune, and torment myself?
And I, unjustly too, must grant it you:

I ll join with black despair againīt my luul,
But for my brother not a man would speak,-

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

35 Dutcb. What means this scene ofrude impatience?
For him, poor soul.--The proudest of you


Queen. To make an act of tragic violence :
Hath been beholdun to him in his life;

Edward, my lord, thy fon, our king, is dead.
Yet none of you would once plead tor his life.- Why grow the branches, when the root is gone?
God! I fear, thy justice will take hold

Why wither not the leaves, that want their fap?--
On me, and you, and mine, and yours, for this.- 140 li you will live, lament; if die, be brief;
Come, Hastings, help me to my closet. Oh,

That our swift-w.nged souls may catch the king's;
Poor Clarence! [Exeunt King and Queen, Huffings,

Or, like obedient subjects, follow him
Rivers, Dorfet, and Grey. To his new kingdom of perpetual reft.
Gic. These are the fruits of rathness !-Mark'd Dutch. Ah, so much interest have I in thy forrow,
you not,

45 as I had title in thy noble husband !
How that the guilty kindred of the queen

I have bewept a worthy husband's death,
Look'd palc, when they did hear of Clarence' death? And liv'd by looking on his images :
0! they did urge it fill unto the king:

But now, two mirrors of his princely semblance
God will revenge it. Come, lords; will you go,

Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death;
To comfort Edward with our company?

sol And I for comfort have but one falle glass,

[Exeunt. That grieves me when I see my shame in him.

Thou art a widow; yet thou art a mother,

And haft the comfort of thy children left thee:

Enter the Dutibes of rak, with the trwo children of sand pluck'd two crutches from my

feebie hands,

Clarence, and Edward. 0, what cause have I
. Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead : (Thine being but a moiety of my grief)

[breast?! Toover-go thy plaints, and drown thy cries?
Daugh. Why do you weep so ost? and beat your

Sun. Ah, aunt! (To ihe Queca.] you wept not 1601

for our father's death;
Soz. Why do you look on us, and make your head,

How can we aid you with our kindred tears?
And call us orphans, wretches, caft-aways,

Daugh. Our fatherless distress was ietrunmoan'd,
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If that our noble father be alive?

* He means the remiffion of the forfeit.


Queen. Give me no help in lamentation, The broken rancour of your high-fwoln hearts, I am not barren to bring forth laments :

But lately splinted, knit, and join’d together, All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, Muit gently be preserv'd, cherith'd, and kept : That I, being govern'd by the watry moon, Me seemeth good, that, with some little train, May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world ! 5 Forthwith from Ludlow' the youngprince be fetch'd Ah, for my husband, for my dear lord Edward ! Hither to London, to be crown'd our king. Cbil. Ah, for our father, for our dear lord Cla Riv. Why with some little train, my lord of rence!


Buckingham ? Dutcb. Alas, for both, both mine, Edward and Buck. Marry, my lord, left, by a multitude, Queir. What stay had I, but Edward ? and he's 10 The new-heal'd woundof malice should break out: gone.

[gone. Which would be so much the more dangerous, Cbil. What stay had we, but Clarence and he's By how muchthe estate is green,and yet ungovern'd: Dutcb. What stays had I, but they? and they Where every horse bears his commanding rein, are gone.

And may direct his course as please himself, Queen. Was neve: widow, had so dear a loss. 15] As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent, Chil. Were never orphans, had so dcar a loss. In my opinion, ought to be prevented.

Durch. Was never mother, had so dear a loss. Glo. I hope, the king made peace with all of us; Alas! I am the mother of these griefs;

And the compact is firm, and true in me. Their woes are parcell'd, mine are general.

Riv. And so in me; and so, I think, in all : She for an Edward weeps, and so do I;

20 Yet, fince it is but green, it should be put I for a Clarence weep, so doth not the:

To no apparent likelihood of breach, These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I; Which, haply, by much company might be urg'd: I for an Edward weep, so do not they

Therefore, I say, with noble Buckingham, Alas! you three, on me, threefold distress’d, That it is meet so few should fetch the prince. Pour all your tears; I am your sorrow's nurse, 25 Haft. And so say I. And I will pamper it with lamentations.

Glo. Then be it fo: and go we to determine Dor. Comfort, dear mother; God is much dir Who they shall be that straight shall post to Ludlow. pleas'd,

Madam, and you my mother,—will you go That you take with unihankfulness his doing : To give your censures 2 in this weighty business? In common worldly things, 'tis call dungrateful,[30

[Excunt Queen, Sc. With dull unwillingness to repay a debt,

Manent Buckingham, and Gifter. Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent; Buck. My lord, whoever journeys to the prince, Much more, to be thus opposite with heaven, For God's sake, let not us two stay at home : For it requires the royal debt it lent you. [ther, For, by the way, I'll sort occasion,

Riv. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mo-35 As index 3 to the story we late talk'd of, Of the young prince your son: fend straight for To part the queen's proud kindred from the prince, him,

Gl. My other self, my counsel's confiftory, Let him be crown'd: in him your comfort lives : My oracle, my prophet!--My dear cousin, Drown desperate forrow in dead Edward's grave, I, as a child, will go by thy direction. And plant your joys in living Edward's throne, 140 Towards Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind. Inter Glofter, Buckingham, Stanley, Haftings, and

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Glo. Sifter, have comfort: all of us have cause
To wail the dimming of our Mining itar;

A Street near tbe Court.
But none can cure their harms by wailing them.—1451

Enter two Citizens, meeting. Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy,

i Cit. Good morrow, neighbour : Whither I did not see your grace :--Humbly on my knee

away so fast ? I crave your bleffing.

(breant, 2 Cit. I promise you, I hardly know myself: Dutch. God bless thee; and put meekness in thy Hear you the news abroad? Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!

1 Cir. Yes, that the king is dead. Glo. Amen; and make me die a good old man! 2 Cit, Ill news, by'r lady: seldom comes a better : That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing! (Afde. I fear, I fear, 'twill prove a giddy world. I marvel, that her grace did leave it out. (peers,

Enter anot bor Citizen. Buck. You cloudy princes, and heart-sorrowing) 3 Cit. Neighbours, God speed ! That bear this mutual heavy load of moan, 551 1 Cit. Give you good morrow, or. [death? Now chear each other in each other's love :

3 Cit. Doth the news hold of good king Edward's Though we have spent our harvest of this king, 2 Cit. Ay, fir, it is too truç; God help, the while ! We are to reap the harvest of his son.

3 Cit. Then, masters, look to see a troublous world.


* Edward the young prince, in his father's life-time, and at his demise, kept his houshold at Lude low, as prince of Wales, under the governance of Anthony Woodville, earl of Rivers, his uncle by the mother's side.

The intention of his being sent thither was to see justice done in the Marches; and, by the authority of his presence, to restrain the Welchmen, who were wild, diffolute, and ill-disposed, from their accustomed murders and outrages. 2 i. e. your opinions. 3 i. e. preparatory-by way of prelude.


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i Cit. No, no; by God's good grace, his son Because sweet flowers are now, and weeds make I'd together, Thall reign.


(not hold 'd, and kept:

3 Cit. Woe to that land, that's govern'd by a Dutch. Good faith, good faith, the saying did le little tra 2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government;

In him that did object the same to thce : [young, That, in his nonage, council under him,

5 He was the wretched'It' thing, when he was And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself, So long a growing, and so leisurely, traing my last No doubt, thall then, and till then, govern well. That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious.

Cit. So stood the state, when Henry the sixth Arcb.' And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious maWas crown'd in Paris but at nine months old.

dam. thould break : 3 Cit. Stood the state fo? no, no, good friends, 10 Dutcb. I hope, he is; but yet let mothers doubt. pre danzerus God wot;

York. Now, by my troth, if I had been rememnd yet ogorets For then this land was famously enrich'd

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With politick grave counsel; then the king I could have given my uncle's grace a flout, ease himieli

Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace. (mother. To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd mine. m apparetia

1 Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father and 15 Durch. How, my young York? I pr’ythee, let icnted. 3 Cit. Better it were, they all came by his father;

me hear it. Or, by his father, there were none at all :

York. Marry, they say, my uncle grew so fast, For emulation now, who shall be nearest,

That he could gnaw a cruft at two years old; I think, in :: Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not.

l'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. 0, full of danger is the duke of Glofter; [proud : 20 Grandam, this would have been a biting jest. reach,

And the queen's sons, and brothers, haught and Dutch. I proythee, pretty York, who told thee
And were they to be rul'd and not to rule,

York. Grandam, his nurse.

[this? This fickly land might folace as before.

Dutch. His nurse! why, she was dead ere thou etch the price 1 Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will

walt born.

[me. be well.

(cloaks : 251 York. If 'twere not the, I cannot tell who told 3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wife men put on their Queen. A parlous 3 boy :-Go to, you are too When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand;


When the sun sets, who doth not look for night? Dutch. Good madam, be not angry with the
Untimely storms make men expe&t a dearth : Queen. Pitchers have ears.
All may be well; but, if God fort it so,


Enter a Messerger. 'Tis more than we deserve, or I expect.

Arch. Here comes a meffenger: What news? 2 Cir. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear : Mej. Such news, my lord, as grieves me to unYou cannot reason almost with a man

Queen. How doth the prince ?

fold. That looks not heavily, and full of dread.

Mif. Well, madam, and in health.
3 Cit. Before the days of change, ftill is it so: 351 Duch. What is thy news ?
ed irom thepis: By a divine inftin&t, men's minds mistrust

M.J. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey,
Ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see

Are feot to Pomfret, prisoners ; and, with them,
The water swell before a boift'rous storm.

Sir Thomas Vaughan.
But leave it all to God. Whither away?

Dutch. Who hath committed them? {ham. 2C. Marry, we were sent for to the justices. 140 Mes. The mighty dukes, Clofter and Bucking3 Cit. And so was I; I'll bear you company.

Queen. For what offence? (Exeunt. Mes

. The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd; SCENE IV.

Why, or for what, the nobles were committed,

Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady.
A Roem in ibe Palace.

45 Qucen. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house!
Enter Arebbishop of York, the young Duke of York, The tyger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind;
ibe Queen, and the Dutchess of York.

Insulting tyranny begins to jut
Arcb. Last night, I heard, they lay at Northamp-

Upon the innocent and awless 4 throne :
At Scony-Stratford they do rest to-night: [ron

Welcome destruction, blood, and massacre !
To-morrow, or next day, they will be here.

150i see, as in a map, the end of all.
Dutcb. I long with all iny heart to see the prince :

Dutcb. Accurfed and unquiet wrangling days !
I hope, he is much grown since last I saw him.

How many of you have mine eyes beheld ?
Queen. But I hear, no; they say, my son of York My husband lost his life to get the crown;
Has almost overta'en him in his growth.

And often up and down my sons were toit,
Porto Ay, mother, but I would not have it fo. 155 for me to joy, and weep, their gain, and loss :
Duteb. Why, my young cousin? it is good to grow.

And being seated, and domestick broils
Park. Grandam, one night as we did at at supper,

Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors,

[ter, Make war upon themselves; brother to brother, More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle Glof Blood to blood, self against self:-0, preposterous Small berbs bave grace, great weids do grow apace:

16c And frantick outrage, end thy damned spleen; And fince, methinks, I would not grow so fast,

Or let me die, to book on death no more! "Wretbed here means paliny, přtiful, being below expe&tation.

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