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From those, who wish the downfall of our house !
If any spark of life be yet remaining,
Down, down to hell, and say I sent thee thither;
1, that have neither pity, love, nor fear;
Indeed 'tis true, what Henry told me of;
For I have often heard my mother say,
I came into the world with my legs forward;
The midwife wonder'd, and the women cry’d,
Good Heaven bless us! he is born with teeth !
And so I was, which plainly signify'd,
That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog.
Then since the Heav'ns have shaped my body so,
Let hell make crook'd my mind, to answer it;
I have no brother, am like no brother,
And this word love, which grey-beards 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 if I fail not in my deep intent,
Thou'st not another day to live; which done,
Heav'n take the weak King Edward to his mercy,
And leave the world for me to bustle in,
But soft—I'm sharing spoil, before the field is won.
Clarence still breathes, Edward still lives and
When they are gone, then must I count my gains.

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Tressel. My lord, your servant; pray what brought you to St. Paul's Stanley. I came among the crowd, to see the corpse Of poor King Henry; 'tis a dismal sight; But yesterday I saw him the Tower; His talk is still so fresh within my memory, That I could weep, to think how fate has us'd him. I wonder where's Duke Richard's policy, In suffering him to lie expos'd to view; Can he believe that men will love him for't Tressel. O yes, sir, love him, as he loves his brothers. When was you with King Edward, pray, my lord * I hear he leaves his food, is melancholy; And his physicians fear him mightily. Stanley. "Tis thought he'll scarce recover. Shall we to court, and hear more news of him * Tressel, I am oblig'd to pay attendance here: The lady Anne has license to remove King Henry's corpse to be interred at Chertsey, And I’m engaged to follow her. Stanley. Mean you King Henry's daughter in law Tressel. The same, sir, widow to the late Prince Edward, 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. [Exeunt.

Enter Glost ER.

Glost. "Twas her excuse, to avoid me.—Alas! She keeps no bed—— She has health enough to progress far as Chertsey, Tho' not to bear the sight of me. • I cannot blame her—— Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb, X. for I should not deal in his soft laws, He did corrupt frail nature with a bribe, To shrink my arm up, like a wither'd shrub, To make an envious mountain on my back, Where sits deformity, to mock my body; To shape my legs of an unequal size, To disproportion me in every part. And am I then a man to be belov'd P Oh monstrous thought ! more vain than my ambitl On.

Enter LIEUTENANT, hastily.

Lieut. My lord, I beg your grace— 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,
To cross me in the golden time I look for.

Enter Lady ANNe, in Mourning, Lord STANLEY, TREssel, GUARDs, BEARERs, with KING HENRY's Body, and Sir LAD1Es in Mourning.

But see, my love appears—look where she shines,
Darting pale lustre, like the silver moon,
Thro' her dark veil of rainy sorrow!
So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love;
And thus the soldier, arm'd with resolution,
Told his soft tale, and was a thriving wooer.
"Tis true my form perhaps may little move her,
But I've a tongue, shall wheedle with the devil :
Why I can smile, and smile, and murder when I smile.
And cry content, to that, which grieves my heart;
And wet my cheek with artificial tears,
And suit my face to all occasions.
Yet hold, she mourns the man, that I have kill'd ;
First let her sorrows take some vent—stand here,
I'll take her passion in its wain, and turn
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,
Brandish vour fiery tresses in the sky,
And wi them scourge the bad revolting stars,
That have consented to King Henry's death.
Oh! be accurst the hand, that shed his blood,
Accurst the head, that had the heart to do it;
If ever he have wife, let her be made
More miserable by the life of him,
Than I am now by Edward's death, and thine.
Glost. Poor girl, what pains she takes to curse her-
self. [Aside.
Hady 4. If ever he have child, abortive be it,

Prodigious and untimely brought to light;
Whose hideous form, whose most unnatural aspect,
May fright the hopeful mother at her view,
And that be heir to his unhappiness.
Now on to Chertsey, with your sacred load.
Glost. Stay, you that bear the corse, and set it
Lady A. What black magician conjures up this
To stop devoted 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
Glost. Unmanner'd slave 1 stand thou, when I com-
mand, -
Advance thy halbert higher than my breast,
Or, by St. Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot,
And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness.
Lady A. Why dost thou haunt him thus, unsated
fiend ? -
Thou hast but power over his mortal body;
His soul thou canst not reach, therefore begone.
Glost. Sweet saint, be not so hard for charity.
Lady A. If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,
Behold this pattern of thy butcheries.
Why didst thou do this deed could not the laws
Of man, of nature, nor of Heav'n dissuade-‘hee?
No beast so fierce, but knows some touch to pity.
Glost. If want of pity be a crime so hateful,
Whence is it, thou, fair excellence, art guilty
Lady A. What means the slanderer?
Glost. Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman,
Of these my crimes suppos'd, to give me leave,
By circumstance but to acquit myself.
Lady A. Then take that sword, whose bloody point
still reeks

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