From those, who wish the downfall of our house! Down, down to hell, and say I sent thee thither; That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. And this word love, which grey-beards call divine, Clarence, beware, thou keep'st me from the light; Thou'st not another day to live; which done, But soft-I'm sharing spoil, before the field is won. Clarence still breathes, Edward still lives and reigns, When they are gone, then must I count my gains. [Exit. ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I. St. Paul's. Enter TRESSEL, meeting LORD STANLEY. Tressel. My lord, your servant; pray what brought you to St. Paul's? Stanley. I came among the crowd, to see the corpse His talk is still so fresh within my memory, In suffering him to lie expos'd to view; Can he believe that men will love him for't? When was you with King Edward, pray, my lord? Stanley. Tis thought he'll scarce recover. King Henry's corpse to be interred at Chertsey, Stanley. Mean you King Henry's daughter in law? Whom Gloster kill'd at Tewksbury. Stanley. Alas! poor lady! She's severely used! And yet, I hear, Richard attempts her love : Methinks the wrongs he's done her might discourage him. Tressel. Neither those wrongs, nor his own shape, can fright him: He sent for leave to visit her, this morning, And she was forc'd to keep her bed, to avoid him: Will you along To see this doleful ceremony? Stanley. I'll wait upon you. Enter GLOSTER. [Exeunt. Glost. 'Twas her excuse, to avoid me.-Alas! She keeps no bed She has health enough to progress far as Chertsey, I cannot blame her- Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb, Enter LIEUTENANT, hastily. Lieut. My lord, I beg your grace my ambi Glost. Begone, fellow! I'm not at leisure. Lieut. My lord, the King, your brother,'s taken ill. Glost. I'll wait on him: leave me friend. Ha! Edward taken ill! 'Would he were wasted, marrow, bones, and all, That from his loins no more young brats may rise, Enter LADY ANNE, in Mourning, LORD STANLEY, But see, my love appears-look where she shines, So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love; And suit my face to all occasions. Yet hold, she mourns the man, that I have kill'd; This storm of grief to gentle drops of pity For his repentant murderer. [He retires. Lady A. Hung be the heav'ns with black; yield day to night; Comets, importing change of times and states, And wi them Scourge the bad revolting stars, Than I am now by Edward's death, and thine. [Aside. Lady 4. If ever he have child, abortive be it, Prodigious and untimely brought to light; Now on to Chertsey, with your sacred load. Glost. Stay, you that bear the corse, and set it down. Lady A. What black magician conjures up this fiend, To stop devo ted charitable deeds? Glost. Villains, set down the corse, or by St. Paul, I'll make a corse of him that disobeys. Guard. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass. Glost. Unmanner'd slave! stand thou, when I command, Advance thy halbert higher than my breast, Or, by St. Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot, Thou hast but power over his mortal body; Why didst thou do this deed? could not the laws Glost. Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman, Lady A. Then take that sword, whose bloody point still reeks |