Clar. Relent, and fave your fouls. Which of you, if you were a Prince's fon, If two fuch murtherers, as yourselves, came to you, 1 Vil. Relent? 'tis cowardly and womanish. Come thou on my fide, and intreat for me. 1 Vil. Take that, and that; if all this will not do, [Stabs him. [Exit. 2 Vil. A bloody deed, and defp'rately dispatch'd: How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands Of this moft grievous guilty murther done! I'll drown you in the malmfie butt within. Re-enter firft Villain. Vil. How now? what mean'st thou, that thou help'ft me not? By heav'n, the Duke shall know how flack you've been. 2 Vil. I would he knew, that I had fav'd his brother! Take thou the fee, and tell him what I fay; For I repent me, that the Duke is flain. 1 Vil. So do not I; go, Coward, as thou art. Well, I'll go hide the body in fome hole, 'Till that the Duke give order for his burial: And, when I have my Meed, I muft away; For this will out, and then I must not Яay. [Exit. [Exit. ACT ACT II, SCENE, The Court. Enter King Edward fick, the Queen, Dorset, Rivers, Haftings, Catesby, Buckingham, and Woodvile. W K. ED WAR D. HY, fo; now have I done a good day's work. From my Redeemer to redeem me hence. Riv. By heav'n, my foul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I feal my true heart's love. Haft. So profper I, as I fwear perfect love! Queen. There, Haftings;-I will never more remember Our former hatred; fo thrive I and mine ! K. Edw. Dorfet, embrace him: Haftings, love lord Marquifs. Dor. This interchange of love, I here proteft, Upon my part, fhall be inviolable, K 4 Haft. Haft. And fo fwear I. K. Edw. Now, Princely Buckingham, feal thou this league With thy embracements to my wife's allies, Buck. When ever Buckingham doth turn his hate [To the Queen. Doth cherish you and yours, God punish me [Embracing Rivers, &c K. Edw. A pleafing cordial, Princely Buckingham, Is this thy vow unto my fickly heart. There wanteth now our brother Glofler here, Buck. And, in good time, here comes the noble Duke, Glo. Good morrow to my Sovereign King and Queen; And, Princely Peers, a happy time of day. K. Edw. Happy, indeed, as we have spent the day : Brother, we have done deeds of charity; Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, Peers. Glo. A bleffed labour, my moft Sovereign Liege: Have aught committed that is hardly borne I hate it, and defire all good men's love. Of Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham, With whom my foul is any jot at odds, Queen. A holy-day fhall this be kept hereafter: Glo. Why, Madam, have I offer'd love for this, You do him injury to scorn his coarse. [They all start. K. Edw. Who knows not, he is dead! who knows, he is? Queen. All-feeing Heaven, what a world is this! Buck. Look I fo pale, lord Dorfet, as the reft? Dor. Ay, my good lord; and no man in the prefence, But his red colour hath forfook his cheeks. K. Edw. Is Clarence dead? the order was revers'd. Glo. But he, poor man, by your first order died, And That a winged Mercury did bear: Some tardy cripple had the countermand, God grant, that fome less noble, and less loyal, Enter Lord Stanley: Stanl. A boon, my Sov'reign, for my Service done. K. Edw. I pr'ythee, peace; my foul is full of forrow. Stanl. I will not rife, unless your Highness hear me. K. Edw. Then fay at once, what is it thou request'ft, K 5 Stanl Stanl. The forfeit, Sov'reign, of my fervant's life? Who flew to-day a riotous gentleman, Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolk. K. Ed. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death? And fhall that tongue give pardon to a slave? Poor Clarence! [Exeunt fome with the King and Queen. How that the guilty kindred of the Queen |