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Stanley. I farther would advise you, madam, this 11|Stant To remove the princes to some Remote abode, where you yourself are mistress. P. Ed. Dear madam, take me hence; for I shall ne'er Enjoy a moment's quiet here. D. of York. Nor I; pray, mother let me go too. Queen. Come then my pretty young ones, let's away, For here you lie within the falcon's reach, Who watches but th' unguarded hour to seize you. .

Enter LIEUTENANT, with a Warrant.

Lieut. I beg yo jesty will pardon me; But the young p st, On no account, . Have egress from t ret.

Nor must (without the king's especial license)
Of what degree soever, any person

Have admission to them—all must retire. w Queen. I am their mother, sir! who else commands them *

If I pass freely, they shall follow me.
For you—I'll take the peril of your fault upon myself.
Lieut. My inclination, madam, would oblige you;
But I am bound by oath, and must obey;
Nor, madam, can I now with safety answer
For this continued visit.
Please you, my lord, to read these orders.
Queen. Oh! heav'nly powers, shall I not stay with
them - -
lieut. Such are the king's commands, madam.
Queen. My lord
Stanley. "Tis too true—and it were vain to oppose
them. -
Queen. Support me, Heav'n'
For life can never bear the pangs of such a parting.
Oh! my poor children oh, distracting thought !

I dare not bid them, (as I should) farewell;
And then to part in silence stabs my soul!
P. Ed. What, must you leave us, mother'
Queen. What shall I say * [Aside.
But for a time, my loves—we shall meet again,
At least in heaven.
D. of York. Won't you take me with you, mother h.
I shall be so 'fraid to stay when you are gone.
Queen. I cannot speak to them, and yet we must
Be parted—then let these kisses say farewell.
Why oh why just Heav'n, must these be our last?
Duch. of York. Give not your grief such way—be
sudden when you part.
Queen. I will—since it must be—to heav'n I leave
them :
Hear me, ye guardian powers of innocences
Awake or sleeping—Oh! protect them still !
Still may their helpless youth attract men's pity,
That when the arm of cruelty is rais'd,
Their looks may drop the lifted dagger down
From the stern murderer's relenting hand,
And throw him on his knees in penitence 1
Both Princes. Oh, mother, mother'
Queen. Oh my poor children :
[Ereunt severally.


The Presence Chamber.

GLosTER, seated; BUcKINGHAM, CATesby, RATCLIFF, LovEL, &c.

Glost. Stand all apart—Cousin of Buckingham—
Buck. My gracious sovereign :
Glost. Give me thy hand;

At length by thy advice and thy assistance,
Is Gloster seated on the English throne,
But say, my cousin– -
What, shall we wear these glories for a day?
Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them
Buck. I hope for ages, sir—long may they grace
ou !
Goi. Oh! Buckingham! now do I play the touch-
To try if thou be current friend indeed :
Young Edward lives, so does his brother York.
Now think what I would speak,
Buck. Say on, my gracious lord.
Glost. I tell thee, coz, I've lately had two spiders
Crawling upon my startled hopes—
Now tho' thy friendly hand has brush'd them from
Yet still they crawl offensive to my eyes;
I would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em.
I would be king, my cousin.
Buck. Why, so I think you are, my royal lord.
Glost. Ha! am I king 'tis so—but—Edward
lives. -
Buck. Most true, my lord.
Glost. Cousin, thou wert not wont to be so dull.
Shall I be plain—I wish the bastards dead!
And I would have it suddenly perform'd
Now, cousin, canst understand me *
Buck. None dare dispute your highness' pleasure. .
Glost. Indeed 1 methinks thy kindness freezes,
Thou dost refuse me then?—they shall not die.
Buck. My lord, since 'tis an action cannot be
Recall'd, allow me but some pause to think;

I’ll instantly resolve your highness. [Erit.
Glost. I'll henceforth deal with shorter sighted
None are for me, that look into my deeds.

With thinking eyes—
High reaching Buckingham grows circumspect;
The best on’t is, it may be done without him,
Tho' not so well, perhaps—had he consented,
Why, then the murder had been his, not mine.
We'll make a shift as 'tis—Come hither, Catesby:
Where's that same Tirrel, whom thou told'st me of *
Hast thou given him those sums of gold I order'd
Catesby. I have, my liege.
Glost. Give him this ring, and say, myself
Will bring him farther orders instantly.
[Exit CATEsby.
The deep revolving Duke of Buckingham
No more shall be the neighbour to my councils;
Has he so long held out with me untir’d,
And stops he now for breath Well, be it so.

Enter Lord STANLEY.

How now, Lord Stanley, what's the news
Stanley. I hear, my liege, the Lord Marquis of
Dorset -
Is fled to Richmond, now in Brittany.
Glost. Why, let him go, my lord: he may be
Hark thee, Ratcliff, when saw'st thou Anne, my
ueen P
Is she still weak 2 has my physician seen her
Ratcliff. He has my lord, and fears her mightily.
Glost. But he's exceeding skilful, she'll mend
Ratcliff. I hope she will, my lord.
Glost. And if she does, I have mistook my man :
I must be married to my brother's daughter,
At whom I know the Briton, Richmond, aims;
And by that knot, looks proudly on the crown.
But then to stain me with her brother's blood; .
Is that the way to woo the sister's love?

No matter what's the way—for while they live,
My goodly kingdom's on a weak foundation.
"Tis done, my daring heart's resolv’d—they're dead!

Enter BuckINGHAM.

Buck. My lord, I have consider'd in my mind,
The late request, that you did sound me in.
Glost, Well, let that rest—Dorset is fled to Rich-
Buck. I have heard the news, my lord.
Glost. Stanley, he's your near kinsman—well, look
to him.
Buck. My lord, I claim that gift, my due by pro-
For which your honour and your faith's engag’d;
The earldom of Hereford, and those moveables,
Which you have promised I shall possess.
Glost. Stanley, look to your wife; if she convey
Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it.
Buck. what says your highness to my just re-
Glost. I do remember me, Harry the Sixth,
When Richmond was a little, peevish boy,
Did prophesy, that Richmond should be king,
'Tis odd–a king, perhaps— -

Enter CATEs BY.

Catesby. My lord, I have obey'd your highness’
Buck. May it please you to resolve me in my
Glost. Lead Tirrel to my closet, I'll meet him.
Buck. I beg your highness’ ear, my lord.
Glost. I'm busy—thou troublest ine—I'm not i' th'
vein. [Exit.

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