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Clir. Are you call’d forth from out a world of Borb. Ay, so we will.

[York men,

Clar. Tell him, when that our princely father To lay the innocent ? What is my offence ? Blefs'd his three sons with his victorious arm, Where is the evidence that doth accuse me? And charg'd us from his foul to love each other, What lawful quett' have given their verdict up He little thought of this divided friendship : Unto the frowning judge ? or who pronounc'd Bid Glofter think on this, and he will-weep. Tie bitter ientence of poor Clarence' death : 1 Murd. Ay, mill-Itoncs; as he letion'd us to Before I be convict by course of law,

weep. To threaten me with death, is most unlawful. Clar. O, do not Nander him, for he is kind. * 1 charge you, as you hope to have redemption, 1 Muid. Right, as snow in harvest. Come, you That you depart, and lay no hands on me;

deceive yourself; The deed you undertake is damnable.

'Tis he that sends us to dcitroy you here, Murd. What ive will do, we do upon commande Clar. It cannot be; for he bewept my fortune, 2 Mwd. And he that hath commanded is our And hugz'd me in his arms, and 16 ore with fobs, king.

That he would labour iny delivery. Clar. Erroneous valial! the great King of kings 1 Murd. Why, so he doth, when he delivers you Hath in the table of his law commanded, From this earth's thralJom to the joys of heaven. That thou shalt do no murder; wilt thou then 2 Murd. Make peace with God, for you muit Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's ?

die, my lord. Take heed ; for he holds vengeance in his hand, Clar. Haft thou that holy feeling in thy soul, To hurl upon their heads chat break his law. To counsel me to make my pcace with God, 2 liud. And that same vengeance doth he hurl And art thou yei to thy own foul so blind, on thee,

That thou wilt war with God by murdering me? For false fortwearing, and for murder too : O, 115, configur, he tisat sets you cn Thou didnt receive the facrarnent to fight

To do this ded, will hite you for the deed. In quarrel of the house of Lancatter.

2 Murd. Wat Thall we do i i Mud. And, like a traitor to the name of Clar. Relernt, and save your souls. God,

(blade, Which of you, if you were a prince's son, Didit break that vow; 300, with thy treacherous Being pent from liberty, as I am now, Unripp'dit the bou el, oi thy fovereign's fon, If two tuch murderers as yourlelves came to you:-2 Vurd. Irom thou wu iworn to cherith and Would not intreat for life? as you would beg, defend.

(law to us, Were you in my distre.», 1 Murd. How canft thou uirge God's dreadful LMurd. Relent ! 'tis cowardly, and womanish. When thivu lantbruke i such dear degrec? Clur. Not to relent, is beastly, lavage, devilish.

Cia. Alus! for winie lake did I that it cleed? My frien!, I fpy some pily in thy luuks;
For Edward, for my brother, for his fake; O, if thine eye be not a flatterer,
He sends you not to murder me for this : Come thou on my side, and entreat for me :
For in that fin he is a deep as I.

A begging prince what begget pities not?
If God will he avenged for the deed,

2 Murd. Look behind you, my lord. 0, know you yet, he doth it publickly :

I Murd. Tiike that, and that; if all this will Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm;

not terve,

[Stubs bim. He needs no indirect nor lawless course,

I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within. [E x11. To cut off those that have offended him.

2 Mad. A bloody deci, and desperately difMurd. Who made thee then a bloody minister,

pitch'd ! When gallant-pringing ?, brave Plantagenet, How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands That princely 3 novice, was struck dead by thee? Of this most grievous guilty niurder done ! Clar. My brother's love, the devil, and my rage.

Re-enter fiji Mordrer. Mord. Thy brother's love, our duty, and they

1 Murd. How now? what mean'st thou, that fault,

thou help ft me not ? (have been. Provoke us iuither now to flaughter thee.

By heaven, the duke ihall know how Nack you Ciur. If you do love my brother, hate not me;

2 Murd. I would he knew that I had tay'd lus I am iis broiler, ünd I love hiin well.

brother! If you are lar'd losinecil, su back as '1ng

Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say ; And I will send you to my brother Guiter; For i repent me that the duke is Alain. [Exit. Who chill reward you better for my iste,

Lurd. So do not I ; go, coward, as thou art.Than Ewird will it wings of my desth. Well, I'll go hide the body in some hole, 2 Vurd. You stie candvd, your brcher Glofter 'Till that the duke give order for his burial:

And when I have my meed, I will away; Clar. Oh, nes; he lure me, said he huids medo.r: For this will out, and then I must not it iv. Go you to him from nie.

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Buck. And, in good time, here comes the noble Tbc Court.

Enter Glofter.

(duke. Enter King Edw.vd fiek, the Queen, Doʻs, Riters, And, princely peers, a happy time of day! (queen;

Gla. Good-morrow to my sovereign, king, and Haflings, Buckingham, Grey, and others.

K. Edw. Happy, indeed, as we have spent the K. Edw. WHY, COME

:--now have I done a good Brother, we have done deeds of charity ; [day : day's work ;

Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, You peers, continue this united league :

Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers. I every day expect an emballage

Gl. A blessed labour, my moft fovereign liege.From my Releemer to redeem me hence; Among this princely heap, if any here, And nur in peace my soul thall part to heaven, By false intelligence, or wrong surmise, Since I have made my friends at peace on earth. Hold me a foe; if I unwittingly Rivers, and Hattings, take each other's hand; Have aught committed that is hardly borne Ditlemble not your hatred, swear your love. By any in this presence, I desire Riv. By heaven, my soul is purg'u from grudg- ! To reconcile me to his friendly peace : ing hate;

'Tis death to me, to be at enmity; And with my hard I real my true heart's love. I hate it, and Jefire all good men's love. — "Tiaji. So thrive I, as I truly furear the like! First, madam, I entreat true peace K. Edw. Take heed, you dally not before your Which I will purchase with my duteous service ;-king ;

Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham, Left he, that is the supreme King of kings, If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us ;-Contound your hidden fallhood, and award Of you, lord Rivers,—and, lord Grey, of you, Either of you to be the other's end.

That all without detert have frownd on me;-Haf. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love. Of you, lord Woodville,-and, lord Scales, of you,-Riv. And I, as I love Hastings with my heart! Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen ; indeed, of all. K. Edw. Madam, yourself are not exempt in I do not know that Englishman alive, this,

With utom my soul is any jot at odds, Nor your son Dorset, -Buckingham, nor you; More than the infant that is born to-night; You have been factious one against the other. I thank my God for my humility. Wife, love lord Hastings, let him kits your hard ; Queen. A holy-day this shall be kept hereafter:And what you do, do it unfeignedly. (remember I would to God, all (trifes were well compounded.-

Queen. There, Hastings ;-I will never more My Sovereign lord, I do be:eech your highness Our former hatred, fo thrive I, and mine! To take our brother Clarence to your grace. K. Edw. Dorset, embrace him ;-Hattings, love Glo. Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this, lord marqnis.

To be so fouted in this royal presence ? Dor. This enterchange of love, I here protest, Who knows not, that the gentle duke is dead ? Upon my part, shall be inviolable.

[ Tbey all start. Hal. And so swear I.

[this league You do him injury, to scorn his corse. (he is? X. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou K.Ed. Who knows not, he is dead! who krows With thy embracements to my wife's ailies, Sri. All-leeing heaven, what a world is this ! And make me happy in your unity.

wik. Link Iso pale, lord Dorset, as the rest? Buck. Whenever Buckingham cothiturn his hato Dor. At, my good lord ; and no man in the Upon your grace, but u ith all Juteou love

pilience,

(To the Queen. But his rej-colour bath forsook his cheeks. Doth cherish you, and yours, God punish me

K. Eda. Is Clarence dead? the order was reWith hate in those where I expect most love!

versid. When I have most need to empioy a friend, G'n. But, he, pocs man, hy your first order died, And most wlured that he is a friend,

And that a unged Mercury did bear ; Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full uf guile, Some tardy cripple bore the countermand", Be he unto me! This do I beg of beaven, That came too lag to see him buried : When I am cold in love, to you, or yours. Gud grant, that some, less noble, and less loyal,

[Embracing River., 37. Nearer in dloudy thoughits, and not in blood, K.E.dv. A pleasing cordizi, princel, Bucking.mm., Deterve not worie chan wretched Clarence did, Is this thy vow unto my lickly heart.

And yer 69 current from fufpicion ! There wanteth now our brother Glofter here,

Enter Lord Sizzley. To make the blefied period of this peace,

Star. A boon, my sovereign, for my service done !

This alludes to a proverbial cxprefion, liat * 10 news hath wings, and with the wind doth go i " Comunidad enjobe, and comes ever don.".

X. Edw.

afier ber.

Å. Edw. I pr’ythee, peace; my soul is full of | Durch. My pretty cousins, you mistake me both; forrow,

I do lament the sickness of the king, Stan. I will not rise, unless your highness hear me. As loch to lose him, not your father's death; K. Edrv. Then lay at once, what is it thou re- Ic were lost forrow, to wail one that's loft. quest'it.

Son. Then, prandam, you conclude that he is dead. Star. The forfeit", sovereign, of my servant's life; The king mine uncle is to blame for this: Who ilew to-day a riotous gentieman,

God will revenge it ; whom I will importune Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk.

With earnest prayers, all to that effect. K. Edw. Have I a congue to doom my bro Daugh. And so will 1. (love you welli ther's death,

Dutib. Peace, children, peace! the king dotha And Mall that tougue give pardon to a Nave? Incapable and shallow innocents, My brother kill'd no man, his fault wns though, You cannot guess who caus'u your father's death. And yet his punishment was bitter death.

Son. Grandan, we can : for my good uncle Gjofter Who fu'd to me for him? who, in my wrish, Told me, the king, provok'd to't by the queen, Kneeld at my feet, and bid me be advis'd ? Devis'd impeachments to imprison him : Who spoke of brotherhoud? who ipoke of love? And when my uncle told me io, he wept, Who told me, how the poor foul did fort:ke And pitied me, and kindly kits'd my cheek; The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me? Bade nie rely on him, as on my father, Who told me, in the field at Tewksbury, And he would love me dearly as his child. When Oxford had me down, he rescu'd me, Durch. Ali, that deceit should Iteal such gentle And faid, Dear broobir, live, and be a king?

Thapes, Who told me, when we both lay in this field,... And with a virtuous vizor hide deep sice! Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me He is my son, ay, and therein my ihame, Even in his garments; and did give himself, Yet from my Jugs he drew not this deceit. (dam? All thin and naked, to the numb-cold night? Son. Think you, my uncle did dillemble, grane All this from my remembrance brurish, wrach Durch. Ay, bor. Siniully pluck'd, and not a man of you

Sor. I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this? Had so much grace to put it in my mind. Enter ebe Queen, difiratiedly; River's, and Do feria But, wien yvur carters, or your waiting vafsals, Have done a drunken Naughter, and desac'd Queen. Ah! who shall hinder me to wail and The precious image of our dear Redeemer,

weep?
You straight are on your knees for pardon, parslon: To chide my fortune, and forment myself ?
And I, unjustly too, mutt grant it you :--

I'll join with black despair against my soul,
But for my brother not a man would spek, And to myself become an enemy.-
Nor I (ungrucious) ipeak unto myself

Dutch. What means this scene of rude impatience?
For him, poor soul.—The proudelt of you all Queen. To make an act of tragic violence :
Hath been beholden to himn in his life;

Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead. Yet none of you woull once plead for his life.- Why grow the branches, when the root is gone? O God! I fear, they justice will take hold

Why wither not the leaves, that want their sap : On me, and you, and mine, and yours, for this.- It you will live, lament; if die, be brief ; Come, Haitings, help me to my cloiet. On, That our swift-winged souls may catch the king's; Poor Clarence ! [Exeure King and Queur, 11.,ings, Or, like obedient subjects, follow him

Rivers, Do fet, and Grry. To his new kingdom of perpetual rest. Glo. These are the fruits of raihnets !--- Mark'd Durch. Ah, io much intereft have l in chy forrow, you not,

As I had title in thy noble husband !
How that the guilty kindred of the queen I have bewept a worthy husband's death,
Louk'u pale, when they did ixar of Ciscence' death? And liv'd by looking on his images :
O! they did urge it it:ll unto the king :

But now, two mirrors of his princely ternblance
God will revenge it. Coma, lords; will you go, Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death ;
To comfort Eduard with our company

.Ind I for comfurt have but one false glass, Buck. We wait upon your grace.

(Exeunt. That grieves me when I see my shame in him.

Thou art a widow; yet thou art a mother,
SCE N E II.

.lod hatt the comfort of thy chadren left thee; The forme.

But death hath match'umy husband from mine arms, Enter :le Duiskafs op York, with she revo child en of And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands, Clariner.

Clarence, and Edward. O, what caufe have I Son. Good grandam, cell us, is our father derd?!(Thine being but a muiety of my grief) Daib. No, boy.

(breast? To over-go thy plaints, and crown thy cries? Dvorgb. Why do you weep fo oft ? and beat your Son. Ah, aune ! (Tu ibe Queen.) you wept not Anu cry,--0 Clarinie, my unhappy fun!

for our father's death; Sori. Why do you look on us, hd ihake your head, How can we aid you with our kindred tears? And call us,-orphans, wretches, cafl-aways, Daugh. Our fatherleis distress was left unmoan'd, What our nuble fuihar be alive?

Your widow dolour likewise be unwepe !

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Carr. Grenac po help in limentation, Thc broken rancour of your high-swole hearts, Im noi tren to bring forth laments:

But Incl iplinted, knit, and jo'n’d together, All ijing reduce the i* currents to mind eyes, Wurt gently be preferv'd, cherilli', and kept : Tht'l, being gorra'd' by the witry moon, Mé seemerh good, that, with fome little trill, Mlay seus cord: plentecus tells to drown the worid ! Forthwith from Lillow"the young prince be fetch'd Ah, for iny buaid, for my deur kerd Edsvard ! Hither to Londer, to be crown'dour king. Cbil. Ali, for our other, for our dear lord Cla kiv. Why with some little train, my lord of rence!

1 Clarence!

Buckinghamı ? Dutes. Aliis, for both, both mine, Edward and Buck. Marry, my lord, left, by a multitude, Cu... What stay had 1, but F.dward ? and he's The new-heald wound of malice should brcak out; gone.

(gone. Which would be fo much the more dangerous, Chil. What stay had we, but Clarence ? and he's By how much the estatcisgreen, and yet ingovern'u ; Duch. What stays had I, but they ? and they where every horte bears his commanding rein, are gone.

And may direct his course as picale liimi lf, Quoin. Was never widow, had so dear a loss. As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent, Chil. Were never orphins, had so dear'a loss. In my opinion, ought to be prevented.

Dutch. Was never mother, had so dear a loss. Gło. I hope, the king made peace with all of us ; Alas ! I am the mother of these griefs ;

And the compact is firm, and true in me. Their woes are parcell'd, mine are general.

Riv. And so in me; and fo, I think, in all : She for an Edward weeps, and so do I;

Yet, since it is but green, it should be put I for a Clarence weer; fo doth not he :

To no apparent likelihood of breach, There babes for Clarence weep, and so do I; Which, haply, by much company might be urg'l; I for an Edward weer, so do not they

Therefore I say, with noble Buckingham, Alas! you three, on me, threefold distress'd, That it is meet so few should fetch the prince. Pour all your tears ; I am your sorrow's murse, Haft. And so say I. And I will pamper it with lamentations.

Gl. Then be it fo; and go we to determine Dør. Comfort, dear mother; God is much dif- Who they thall be that straight thall poft to Ludlow, pleas'd,

Madam,—and you my mother,—will you go That you take with unthankfulness his doing : To give your censures 2 in this weighty business? In common worldly things, 'tis call’d-ungrateful,

(Excurio lucen, &c. With dull unwillingness to repay a debt,

Manent Buckingham, and Glofter. Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent; Buck. My lord, whoever journeys to the prince, Much more, to be thus opposite with heaven, For God's fake, let not us two stay at home : For it requires the royal debt it lent you. [ther, For, hy the way, I'll fort occafion,

Riv. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mo- As index 3 to the story we late talku of, Of the young prince your son: send straight for To part the queen's proud kindrul from the prince, him,

Glo. My other self, my counsel's confittory, Let him be crown'd: 'in him your comfort lives : My oracle, my prophet !--My dear couin, Drown desperate forrow in dead Edward's grave, I, as a child, will go by thy direction. And pleat your joys in living Edward's throne. Towards Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind. Eniir Gljiv, Buckingham, Stanlıy, Huffings, and Ratelt

SCEN E III.
G'. Sifter, ire comfort : all of us have causc

A Street near tbe Court.
To wail the dimining of our shining star;
But none can cure their harms hy wailing them.--

Erter two Citizens, meeting.
Madar, my mother, I do cry you mercy,

i Cit. Good morrow, neighbour : Whither I did not see your grace :--Humbly on my knee

away to folt? I crave your bleiling.

(breast,

2 Cit. I promise you, I hardly know myself : Dutch. God bless thee; and put meekness in the Hear you the news abroad? Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!

i Cit. Yes, that the king is dead. Glo. Amen ; and make me die a good old man! 2 Cis. Il news, by 'r lady : feldom comes a better : That is the butt-enci of a mother's blefiing ! [Aride. I fear, 1 fear, 'twill prove a giddy world. I marvel, that her grace diu leave it out. (peers,

Enter another Citizen. Buck. You cloudy princes, and heart-sorrowing 3 Cit. Neighbours, God speed ! That bear this muturl heavy load of moan,

1 lit. Give you good morrow', fir.

[leith? Now chear each other in each other's love :

3 Cit. Doth the newshold of good king Edward's Though we have ipent our harvest of this king, 2 Cit. Ay, sir, it is too tilię; God help, the while! We are to reap the harvest of his son.

3 Cir. Then, masters, look to see a troublous world.

i Edward the young prince, in his father's life-time, and at bis demise, kept his houshoid at Luclow, as prince of Wales, under the governance of Anthony Woodvilic, carl of Rivers, his uncle by the moiher's side. The intention of his being fent thither was to dec justice done in the Marches ; and, by the authority of his presence, to restrain the Welchmen, who were wida, dissolute, and 2dilposed, from their acertomed murders and outrages. a i. c. your opivivns.“ 3 1. c. preparatory-- by way of prelide.

[not hold

C.. No, no; hy God's good grace, his son, Because (tveet flowers are now, and weeds make shall reign.

(child !

hafte. 3 Cir. Wus to that land, that's govern'd hy a Durch. Good faith, good faith, the saying did 2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government ;

In him that did object the same to thee : [young, Thuti, in bis nonage, council under bim,

He was the wretched'It! thing, when he was And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself, So long a growing, and so leisurely, to doubt, shall then, and till then, govern well. That, if his rule were true, he mould be gracious.

i Cit. So itood the itate, when Henry the fixth Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious maWas crown'd in Paris but at nine montis old.

dim. 3 Cit. Stood the ttate lo ? no, no, good friends, Diach. I hope, he is; but yet iet mothers doubt. God wot;

York. Now, by my troth, if I had been rememFor then this land was famously enrichia

ber'da, With politick grave counsel ; then the king I could have given my uncle's grace a fout, Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace. (mother. To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd mine.

i CH. Why, so hath this, both by his father and Duicb. How, my young York? I prythee, let 3 Cir. Better it wert, they all came by his father ;

me hear it. Or, by his father, there were none at al! :

Tork. Murry, they say, my uncle grew so fast, For eniulation , r. 'o shall be nearest,

That he could gnaw a cruit at two hours old ; W litouch us all too near, if Gul prevent not. 'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth. O, fall of danger is the duke of Gloiter ; [proud : Grandan, this would have been a biting jett. And the queen's fons, and brothers, haught and Dutch. I prythee, pretty York, who told thee And were they to be rul'di and not to rule,

York. Grundam, his nurse.

[this? This fickly land night folace as before.

Dutib. His purse! wliy, the was deal ere thou 1 Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will

walt born.

(me. be well.

feloaks; 13.k. If 'twere not me, I cannot tell who told 30.. When clouds are een, wise men put on their Queen. A parlous 3 boy :-Go to, you are too When great leaves 1.1, then winter is at hand;

shrewd.

schild. When the fun sets, who doth not look for night? Durch. Good madam, be not angry with the Untimely störms make iren expect a dearth : Queen. Pitchers have ears. All may be well ; but, if God fort it fo,

Enter a Meblenger. 'Tis more than we deserve, or I expect.

Arih. Here comes a meilenger : What news? 2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear :

Mrs. Such news, my lord, as grieves me to unYou cannot rea on almost with a man

Quen. How doth the prince ?

[fold. That looks not heavily, and fuil of dread.

Mej. Well, madam, and in health. 3 Cit. Before the days of change, 1till is it so : Dutih. What is thy news? By a divine instinct, men's minds mittiutt

Mef. Lord Rivers, and lord Grey, Ensuing danger ; as, by proof, we see

Are sent to Pomfret, prisoners; and, with them, The water (well hefore a boilt'rvus storm.

Sir Thomas Vaughan. But leave it all to Goj. Whither away!

Durch. Who hath committed them ? [ham. 2 Cit. Mariy, we were sent for to the justices.

Muf. The mighty dukes, Glofter and Buckings 3 Cit. And so was I ; I'll bear you company. Queen. For what ctience ?

(Exrant.

Mof. The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd ;S CE N E IV.

Why, or for what, the nobles were committed,

Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady.
Room in the Palace.

uueen. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house ! Enter drahbishop of York, the young Duke of York, Tie tyger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind;

ib. Buicna and the Durobijs of York. Infuliing tyranny begins to jut
Arih. Loit nigh:, I heard, they lay at Northamp- Upon the innocent and awless 4 throne :-
At Stony-Stratford they do reft to-night : (ton; Welcome destruction, blood, and matsacre !
Tv-morrow, or next day, they will be here. I see, as in a mar, the end of all.

Dutcb. I long with all my heart to fue tlie prince ; Durcb. Accuried and unquiet wrangling days I hope, he is much grown since latt i faw him. How many of you have mine eyes beheld ?

Qusen. But I hear, no ; they say, my son of York My hutud lost his life to get the crown; Has almost overta'en him in his growth.

and often up and down my sons were tost, Work. Ay, mother, but I would not have it so. For me to joy, and weep, their gain, and lofs : Dutch. Thy, my young cousin ? it is good to grow. And being feated, and domestick broils

York. Graudam, one night as we did fit at lupper, Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors, My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow ter, Mike war opon themselves ; brother to brother, More than my brother ; y, quuth my uncle Glo1- Blood to blood, self against felf:-0, preposterous Smull berbe bavi graci, great wieds do grow apacii And frantick outrage, end thy damned spleen; And since, inethinks, I would not grow so falt, Or let me die, to look on death no more!

1 Wretched here means paltry, pitiful, being below expectation. 2 to be remembisid is used by Shakspeare to inply, io have one's memory quick, to liave one's thoughts about one. 3 Parlou's is kccn, ihrewd. i. c. noi producing awe, noi rcvercuced. To jut upon is to encroach.

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