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Q. Mar. Foul shame upon you! you have all Riv. A virtuous and a christianlike conclusion, mov'd mine.

To pray for them that have done scath to us. Riv. Were you well serv'd, you would be Glo. So do I ever, being well advis'd ;taught your daty.

(me duty, For had I curs'd now, I had curs'ü myself. Q. Mar. To serve me well, you all should do

(Aside. Teach me to be your queen, and you mysubjects:

Enter CATESBE. O, serve mewell, and teach yourselves thatduty. Cates. Madam, his majesty doth call for you, Dors. Dispute not with her, she is lunatick. And for your grace,-and you, my noble lords. Q. Mar. Peace, master marquis, you are ma- Q. Eliz. Catesby, I come:--Lords, will you lapert:

go with me? Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current: Riv. Madam, we will attend your grace. O, that your young nobility could judge,

(Exeunt all but GLOSTER What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable!

Glo. I do the wrong, and tirst begin to brawl. They that stand bigh, have manyblasts to shake The secret mischiefs that I set abroach, them:

I lay unto the grievous charge of others. And, if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces. Clarence-whom I indeed have laid in darkuess, Glo. Good counsel, marry ;-learu it, learn it, I do beweep to many simple gulis; marquis.

Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham; Dors. It touches you, my lord, as much as me. And tell them 'tis the queen and her allies,

Glo. Ay, and much more: But I was born so That stir the king against the duke my brother. Our aiery buildeth in the cedar's top, [high, Now they believe it; and withai whet me And dallies with the wind, and scoms the sun. To be reveng'd on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: Q. Har. And turns the sun to shade ! --alas ! But then I sigh, and with a piece of scripture. alas !

Tell them--that God bids us do good for evil: Witness my son, now in the shade of death; And thus I clothe my naked villany Whose bright outshining beams thy cloudy With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ: Hath in eternal darkness folded up. (wrath And seem a saint, when most I play the devil. Your aiery baildeth in our aiery's nest :

Enter Two Murderers. O God, that seest it, do not suffer it;

Bnt soft, here come my executioners. As it was won with blood, lost be it so! (rity. How now, my hardy, stout resolved mates :

Buck. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for cha- Are you now going to despatch this thing?

Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me; 1 Jlurd. We are, my lord, and come to bave Uncharitably with me have you dealt,

the warrant, And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd. That we may be admitted where he is. My charity is outrage, lite my shame,

Glo. Well thought upon, I have it here aborit And in my shame still live my sorrow's rage!

[Gives the Wcrrant. Buck. Have done, have done. [hand, When you have done, repair to Crosby-place.

Q. Hur. () princely Buckingham, I kiss thy But, sirs, be sudden in the execution, In sign of league and amity with thee: Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead; Now fair befall thee, and thy poble house! For Clarence is well spoken, and perhaps, Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him. Nor thou within the compass of my curse. 1 Murd. Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand to

Buck. Nor no one here; for curses never pass Talkers are no good doers; be assur'd, (prate, The lips of those that breathe them in the air. We go to use our havds, and not our tongues.

Q. Mar. I'll not believe but they ascend thesky, Glo. Your eyes drop millstones, when fools' And there awake God's gentle-sleeping peace. eyes drop tears : O Buckingham, beware of yonder dog ; [bites, I like you, lads :-about your business straight; Look, when he fawns, he bites; and, when he Go, go, despatch. His venom tooth will rankle to the death : 1 Vurd.

We will, my noble lord. Have not to do with him, beware of him;

{Excunt. Sin, death, and hell have set their markson him; SCENE IV. London. A Room in the Tower, And all their ministers attend on him. (ham?

Glo. What doth she say, my lord of Bucking- Enter CLARENCE and BRAKENDURY.
Buck. Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord. Brak. Why looks your grace so heavily to-day?
Q. Mar. What, dost thou scorn me for my Clar. O, I have pass'd a miserable night,
gentle counsel ?

So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,
And sooth the devil that I warn thee from? That, as I am a christian faithful man,
O, but remember this another day,

I would not spend another such a night,
When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow; Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days;
And say, poor Margaret was a prophetess.- So full of dismal terror was the time.
Live each of you the snbjects to his hate, Brak. What was your dream, my lord? I pray
And he to yours, and all of you to God's! (Exit. yon, tell me.

[Tower, Hast. My hair doth stand on end to hear her Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the curses.

(at liberty. And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy; Riv. And so doth mine; I muse, why she's! And, in my company, my brother Gloster;

Glo. I cannot blame her, byGod's holy mother, Who from my cabin tempted me to walk She hath had too much wrong, and I repent Upon the hatches; thence we look'd toward EngMy part thereof, that I have done to her. And cited up a thousand heavy times, [land,

Q. Eliz. I never did her any, to my knowledge. During the wars of York and Lancaster,

Glo. Yet you have all thevantage of herwrong. That had befall’n us. As we pac'd along I was too hot to do somebody good,

U pon the giddy footing of the hatches. That is too cold in thinking of it now. Methought, that Glostertumbled; and in falling, Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid: Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard, He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains; Into the tumbling billows of the main. God pardon them that are the cause thereof! O Lord ! methought what pain it was to drowo

What dreadful noise of water in mine ears : Let him see our commission; talk no more. What sights of ugly death within mine eyes ! (A Paper is delivered to BRAKENBURY, who Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks;

reads it. A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon; Brak. I am, in this, commanded to deliver Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, The noble duke of Clarence to your hands. Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,

I will not reason what is meant hereby, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. [holes Because I will be guiltless of the meaning: Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those llere are the keys;-there sits the duke asleep: Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept I'll to the king; and signify to him, (As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems,

That thus I have resign d to you my charge. That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, 1 Murd. You may, sir; 'tis a point of wisdom. And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by. Fare you well.

[Exit BRAKENBURY, Brak. Had you such leisure in the time of death, 2 Murd. What, shall we stab him as he sleeps? To gaze upon these secrets of the deep? 1 Murd. No; he'll say 'twas done cowardly,

Clar. Methought, I had; and often did I strive when he wakes. To yield the ghost: but still the envious flood 2 Murd. When he wakes! why, fool, he shall Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth never wake until the great judgment day, To seek the empty, vast, and wand'ring air; 1 Murd. Why, then he'll say, we stabb'd him But smother'd it within my panting bulk, sleeping. Which almost burst to belch it in the sea. 2 Murd. The urging of that word, judgment,

Brak. Awak'd you not with this sore agony? hath bred a kind of remorse in me.

Clar. O, no; my dream was lengthen'd after 1 Murd. What? art thou afraid? 0, then began the tempest to my soul! (life; 2 Murd. Not to kill him, having a warrant for I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, it; but to be damn'd for killing him, from the With that grim ferryman which poets write of, which no warrant can defend me. Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.

1 Murd. I thought thou hadst been resolute. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, 2 Murd. So I ain, to let him live. Wasmygreat father-in-law, renowned Warwick, 1 Murd. Il back to the duke of Gloster, and Who cry'd aloud, -- What scourge for perjury

tell him so. Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ? 2 Murd. Nay, I prythee, stay a little : I hope And so he vanish'd : Then came wand'ring by this holy humour of mine will change; it was A shadow like an angel, with bright hair wont to hold me but while one would tell twenty. Dabbled in blood, and he shriek'd out aloud, - 1 Vurd. How dost thou feel thyself now ? Clarence is come, - false, fieeting, perjur'd Clarence, 2 Murd. 'Faith some certain dregs of consciThat stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury ;- ence are yet within me. Seize on him, furies, take him to your torments! 1 Murd. Remember our reward, when the With that, inethought, a legion of foul fiends deed's done. Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears

2 Murd. Come, he dies; I had forgot the reSuch hideous cries, that, with the very noise, ward. I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after 1 Murd. Where's thy conscience now? Could not believe but that I was in hell;

2 Murd. In the duke of Gloster's purse. Such terrible impression made my dream. 1 Murd. So, when he opens his purse to give

Brak. No, marvel, lord, though it affrighted us our reward, thy conscience flies out. I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it. (you: 2 Murd. 'Tis no matter; let it go; there's few, C'lar. O, Brakenbury, I have done these or none, will entertain it. things,

1 Murd. What, if it come to thee again? That now give evidence against my soul, 2 Murd. I'll not meddle with it, it is a dan. For Edward's sake; and, see, how he requites gerous thing, it makes a man a coward; a man inel

cannot steal, but it accuseth him; a man cannot O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee, swear, but it checks him; a man cannot lie with Put thou wilt be avenged on my misdeeds, his neighbour's wife, but it detects him: 'Tis a Yet execute thy wrath on me alone :

blushing shame-faced spirit, that mutinies in a O, spare my guiltless wife, and my poor chil- man's bosom; it tills one full of obstacles; it I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me; (dren! made me once restore a purse of gold, that by My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep. chance I found: it beggars any man that keeps Brak. I will, my lord; God give your grace it: it is turned out of all towns and cities for a good rest!

dangerous thing; and every man that means to (CLARENCE reposes himself on a chair. live well, endeavours to trust to himself, and Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, live without it. Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide 1 Murd. 'Zounds, it is even now at my elbow, night.

persuading me not to kill the duke. Princes have but their titles for their glories, 2 Murd. Take the devil in tly mind, and beAn outward honour for an inward toil; lieve him not: he would insinuate with thee, And, for unfelt imaginations,

but to make thee sigh.

(vail with me. They often feel a world of restless cares : 1 Murd. I am strong-fram'd, he cannot preSo that, between their titles, and low name, 2 Murd. Spoke likes tall fellow, that respects There's nothing differs but the outward fame. his reputation. Come, shall we fall to work? Enter the Two Murderers.

1 Murd. Take him over the costard with the 1 Murd. Ho! who's here?

hilts of thy sword, and then throw him into the Drak. What would'st thou, fellow? and how malmsey butt, in the next room. [of him. cam'st thou hither?

2 Murd. O excellent device ! and make a sop Murd. I would speak with Clarence, and I 1 Murd. Soft! he wakes. came hither on my legs.

2 Murd. Strike. Prak. What, so brier?

(dious :- 1 Murd. No, we'll reason witi him. (of wine. 2 Mard. O, sir, 'tis better to be brief than te- Clar. Where art thou, keeper? give me a cup

1 Murd. You shall have wine enongh, my lord, ! Clar. If you do love my brother, hate not mci Clar. In God's name, what art thou?' (anon. I am his brother, and I love him well. 1 Murd. A man, as you are.

If you are hired for meed, go back again, Ciar. But not, as I am, royal.

And I will send you to my brother Gloster; 1 Murd. Nor you, as we are, loyal.

Who shall reward you better for my life, Clar. Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are Than Edward will for tidings of my death. humble.

2 Murd. You are deceiv’d, your brother Glos1 Murd. My voice is now the King's, my looks ter hates you. mine own.

(speak! Clar.O, no; he loves me, and he holds me dear: Clar. How darkly, and how deadly dost thou Go you to him from me. Your eyes do menace me: Why look yon pale? Both Murd.

Ay, so we will. Who sent you hither? Wherefore do you come? Clar. Tell him, when that our princely father Both Murd. To, to, to,

York Clar. To murder me?

Bless'd his three sons with his victorious art, Both Murd. Ay, ay.

(me so. And charg'd us from his soul to love each other, Clar. You scarcely have the hearts to tell He little thought of this divided friendship: And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it. Bid Gloster think on this, and he will weep. Wherein, my friends, have I offended yon ? 1 Murd. Ay, millstones; as he lesson'd us to

1 Murd. Offended us you have not, but the king. weep. Clar. I shall be reconciled to him again. Clar. O, do not slander him, for he is kind. 2 Murd. Never, my lord ; therefore prepare 1 Murd. Right, as show in harvest.--Come, to die.

(of inen, you deceive yourself ; Clar. Are you call'd forth from out a world 'Tis he that sends us to destroy you here, To slay the innocent? Wbat is my offence? Clar. It cannot be ; for he bewept my fortune, Where is the evidence that doth accuse me? And hugg'd me in his arms, and swore, with sobs, What lawful qnest have given their verdict up That he would labour my delivery. Unto the frowning judge? or who pronounc'd 1 Murd. Why, so he doth,when he delivers you The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death? From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven. Before I be convict by course of law,

2 Murd. Make peace with God, for you must To threaten me with death is most unlawful.

die, my lord. I charge you, as you hope to have redemption Clar. Hast thon that holy feeling in thy soul, By Christ's dear blood, shed for our grievous sins, To counsel me to make my peace with God, That you depart, and lay no hands on me; And art thou yet to thy own soul so blind, The deed you undertake is damnable.

That thou wilt war with God, by murd'ring 1 Murd. What we will do, we do upon com

me? mand.

[king. Ah, sirs, consider, he, that set you on 2 Murd. And he, that hath commanded, is our To do this deed, will hate you for the deed.

Clar. Erroneous vassal! the great kingof kings 2 Murd. What shall we do? Hath in the table of his law commanded, Clar.

Relent, and save your souls. That thou shalt do no murder; Wilt thou then 1 Murd. Relent! 'tis cowardly, and womanish. Spurn at his edict, and fulfil man's ?

Clar. Not to relent, is beastly, savage, devilTake heed; for he holds vengeance in his hand,

ish. To hurl upon their heads that break his law. Which of you, if you were a prince's son, 2 Vurd. And that same vengeance doth he Being pent from liberty, as I am now, hurl on thee,

If two such murderers as yourselves came to For false forswearing, and for murder too: Would not entreat for life?

(yon, Thou didst receive the sacrament, to fight My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks; In quarrel of the house of Lancaster,

0, if thine eye be not a flatterer, 1 Murd. And, like a traitor to the name of God, Come thou on my side, and entreat for me, Didst break that vow; and, with thy treacherous As you would beg, were yon in my distress. blade,

A begging prince, what beggar pities not? Unrip'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son. 2 Murd. Look behind you, my lord. 2 Murd. Whom thou wast sworn to cherish 1 Yurd. Take that, and that; if all this will and defeni.

not do,

Stabs him. 1 Murd. How canst thou urge God's dreadful I'll drown you in the malmsey butt within. law to us,

[Exit, with the body. When thou hast broke it in such dear degree ? 2 Murd. A bloody deed, and desperately de

Clar. Alas! for whose sake did I that ill deed ? spatch'd ! For Edward, for my brother, for his sake: How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands He sends you not to murder me for this; Of this most grievous guilty murder done! For in that sin he is as deep as I. If God will be avenged for the deed,

Re-enter first Murderer. O, know you, that he doth it publickly,

1 Murd. How now? what mean'st thou, that Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm; thou help'st me not ? Jie needs no indirect nor lawless course, By heaven, the duke shall know how slack you To cut off those that have offended him.

have been.

[his brother 1 Murd. Who made thee then a bloody mi- 2 Murd. I would he knew, that I had saved nister,

Take thou the fee, and tell hiin what I say ; When gallant springing, brave Plantagenet, For I repent me that the duke is slain. (Erit. That princely novice, was struck dead by thee? 1 Murd. So do not I; go, coward, as thou art.Clar. My brother's love, the devil, and my Well, I'll go hide the body in some hole, rage,

Till that the duke give order for his burial: 1 Murd. Thy brother's love, our duty, and And when I have my meed, I will away; thy fault,

For this will out, and then I must not stay. Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee.


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Hold me a foe;

If I unwittingly, or in my rage, SCENE I. London. A Room in the Palace.

Have aught committed that is hardly borne

By any in this presence, I desire
Exer King EDWARD (led in sick), QUEEN ELIZA-I To reconcile me to his friendly peace :

BETI, DORSET, Rivers, HASTINGS, BUCKING-, 'Tis death to me, to be at enmity;
IIAM, GREY, and Others.

I hate it, and desire all good men's love.K. Edw. Why, s0 :- now have I done a good First, madam, I entreat true peace of you, day's work;

Which I will purchase with my duteous serYou peers, continue this united league: Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham, (vice:I every day expect an embassage

li ever any grudge were lodg'd between us:From my Redeemer to redeem me hence; Of you, Lord Rivers, -and Lord Grey, of you,And now in peace my soul shall part to heaven, That all without desert have frown'd on me;Since I have made my friends at peace on earth. Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen : indeed, of all. Rivers, and Hastings, take each other's hand; I do not know that Englishman alive, Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love. With whom my soul is any jot at odds, Kw. By heaven, my soul is purg'd from More than the infant that is born to-night; grudging hate;

I thank my God for my humility: And with my hand I seal my true heart's love. Q. Eliz. A holy-day shall thus be kept hereHast. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like! after:

(pounded, K. Edw. Take heed, you dally not before your I would to God, all strifes were well comking;

My sovereign lord, I do beseech your highness Lest he, that is the supreme King of kings, To take our brother Clarence to your grace. Confound your hidden falsehood, and award Glo. Why, madam, have I offered love for this, Either of you to be the other's end.

To be so flouted in this royal presence ? Hast. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love! Who knows not that the gentle duke is dead ? Riv. And I, as I love Hastings with my heart!

[They all start. K. Edw. Madam, yourself are not exempt in You do him injury to scorn his corse. this,-

K. Edw. Who knows not he is dead! who Nor your son Dorset,- Buckingham, nor you; knows he is? You have been factious one against the other. Q.Eliz. All-seeing heaven, what a world is this! Wife, love Lord Hastings, let him kiss your Buck. Look I so pale, Lord Dorset, as the rest? And what you do, do it unfeignedly. [hand; Dor. Ay, my good lord ; and no man in the Q. Eliz. There, Hastings;-I will never more presence, remember

But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks, Our former hatred, so thrive I, and mine! K. Edw. Is Clarence dead ? the order was reK. Edr. Dorset, embrace him,--Hastings, vers'd. love lord marquis.

Glo. But he, poor man, by your first order died, Dor. This interchange of love, I here protest, And that a winged Mercury did bear; Upon my part shall be inviolable.

Some tardy cripple bore the countermand, Vlast. And so swear I. [Embraces Dorset. That came too lag to see him buried :K. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou God grant, that some, less noble, and less loyal, this league

Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood, With thy embracements to my wife's allies, Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did, And make me happy in your unity.

And yet go current froin suspicion. Buck. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his

Enter STANLEY. hate

[duteous love Sun. A boon, my sovereign, for my service Upon your grace [To the Queen), but with all done!

(sorrow. Doth cherish you, and yours, God punish me K. Edw. I prythee, peace; my soul is full of With hate in those where I expect most love! Stan. I will not rise, unless your highness When I have most need to employ a friend,

hear me.

(request'st. And most assured that he is a friend,

K. Edw. Then say at once, what is it thou Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile, Slan. The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's Be he unto me! this do I beg of heaven, Who slew to-day a riotous gentleman, [life When I am cold in love, to you, or yours. Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk.

[Embracing Rivers, &c. K. Édro. Have I a tongue todooin my brother's K. Edw. A pleasing cordial, princely Buck- death, ingham,

And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave. Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart? My brother kill'd no man, his fanlt was thought, There wanteth now our brother Gloster here, And yet his punishment was bitter death. To make the blessed period of this peace. Who sued to me for him ? who, in my wrath, Luck. And, in good time, here comes the Kneel'd at my feet, and bade me be advis'u ? noble duke

Who spoke of brotherhood ? who spoke of love? Enter GLOSTER.

Who told me how the poor soul did forsake Glo. Good-morrow to my sovereign king, and The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me? queen;

Who told me, in the field at Tewksbury, And, princely peers, a happy time of day! When Oxford had me down, he rescued me, K. El. Happy, indeed, as we have spent And said, Dear brother, live, and be a king? the day :

Who told me, when we both lay in the field, Brother, we have done deeds of charity; Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, Even in his garinents; and did give himself Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers. All thin and naked, to the numb-cold night?

Glo. A blessed labour, my most sovereign All this from my remenbranec brutish wrath Among this princely leap, if any here, (liege.- Sinfully pluck'd, and not a man of you By false intelligence, or wrong surmise, Had so much gruce to put it in my miud.

But when your carters, or your waiting-vassals, Duch. What means this scene of rude impuHlave done a drunken slaughter, and defac'd

tience ? The precious image of our dear Redeemer, Q. Eliz. To make an act of tragick violence:You straight are on your knees for pardon, Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead. pardon;

Why grow the branches, when the root is gone? And I, unjustly too, must grant it you :-- Whywither not the leaves, that want their sap?-But for my brother, not a man would speak,- If you will live, lament; if die, be brief; Nor I (ungracious) speak unto myself Thatourswift-winged souls maycatch the king's; For him, poor soul.-The proudest of you all Or, like obedient subjects, follow him Have been beholden to him in his life; To his new kingdom of perpetual rest. (row, Yet none of you would once plead for his life.-- Duch. Ah, so much interest have I in thy sorO God! I fear, thy justice will take hold As I had title in thy noble husband ! On me, and you, and mine, and yours for this.- I have bewept a worthy husband's death, Come, liastings, help me to my closet. 0, And liv'd by looking on his inages : Poor Clarence!

But now two mirrors of his princely semblance [Exeunt King, Queen, HASTINGS, RIVERs, Are crack'd in pieces by malignant deatis, DORSET, and GREY.

And I for comfort have but one false glass, Glo. This is the fruit of rashness!-Mark'd That grieves me when I see my shame in him. you not,

Thou art a widow; yet thou art a mother, How that the guilty kindred of the queen And hast the comfort of thy children left thee: Look'd pale, when they did hear of Clarence' But death hath snatch'd my husband from my death?

arms, O! they did urge it still unto the king : And pluck'd twocrutches from my feeble hands, God will revenge it. Come, lords; will you go, Clarence, and Edward. O what cause bave I To comfort Edward with our company? (Thine being but a moiety of my grief) Buck. We wait upon your grace. [Excunt. To overgo thy plaints, and drown thy cries!

Son. Ah, aunt! you wept not for our father's SCENE II. The sam".

death; Enter the DUCHESS OF York, with a Son and IIow can we aid you with our kindred tears? Daughter of Clarence.

Daugh. Our fatherless distress was left unSm. Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead? inoan'd, Duch. No, boy.

(your breast;

Your widow dolour likewise be unwept! Laugh. Why do you weep so oft? and beat

Q. Eliz. Give me no help in lamentation, And cry-O Clarence, my unhappy son! [head, I am not barren to bring forth laments:

Sm. Why do you look on us and shake your All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, And call ns-orphans, wretches, cast-aways,

That I, being govern'd by the watery moon, If that our noble father be alive?

May send forth plenteous tears to drown the Duch. My pretty cousins, you mistake me both;

world ; I do lament the sickness of the kin,

Ah, for my husband, for my dear Lord Edward ! As loath to lose him, not your father's death : Chil. Ah, for our father, for our dear Lord It were lost sorrow, to wail one that's lost.

Clarence !

[Clarence! Son, Then, grandam, you conclude that he is Duch. Alas, for both, both mine, Edward and The king my uncle is to blame for this: [dead. Q. Eliz. What stay had I, but Edward ? and God will revenge it; whom I will importune

(lie's gone. With earnest prayers all to that effect,

Chil. What stay had we, but Clarence? and Daugh. And so will I.

Duch. What stays had I, but they? and they Duch. Peace, children, peace! the king doth

are gone. love you well :

Q. Eliz, Was never widow, had so dear a loss. Incapable and shallow innocents,

Chil. Were never orphans, had so dear a loss. You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death. Duch. Was never mother, had so dear a loss. Sou Grandam, we can: for my good uncle Alas, I am the mother of these griets; Gloster

Their woes are parcell'd, mine are general. Told me, the king, provok'd to't by the queen, She for an Edward weeps, and so do 1; Devis'd impeachments to imprison him :

I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: And when my uncle told me so, he wept,

These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I: And pitied me, and kindly kiss'd my cheek;

I for an Edward weep, so do not they : Bade me rely on bim, as on my father,

Alas! you three, on me threefold distress'd, And he would love me dearly as his child.

Pour all your tears, I am your sorrow's nurse, Duch. Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle And I will pamper it with lamentations. shapes,

Dor. Comfort, dear mother: God is much And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice!

displeas'd, He is my son, ay, and therein my shame, That you take with unthankfulness his doing; Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit. In common worldlv things, 'tis call'd-ungrate. Son. Think you, my uncle did dissemble,

ful, grandam?

With dull unwillingness to repay a dent, Druch. Ay, boy.

[this? Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent; Son. I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is Much more to be thus opposite with beaven,

For it requires the royal debt it lent you. Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, distractedly; Rivers,

Riv. Madam, bethink you, like a careful moand DORSET, following her.

him, Q. Eliz. Ah! who shall hinder me to wail Of the young prince your son: send straight for and weep?

Let him be crown'd: in hum your comfort lives: To chide my fortune, and torment myself? Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's l'll join witá black despair against my soul,

grave, And to myself become an enemy.

And plaat your joys in living Edward's throne.

he's gone.



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