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Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off, Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my for Or else you famish, that's a threefold death.

tune. [Ereuni Oxf, and Som. guarded. This speak I, lords, to let you understand, Q. Mar. So part we sadly, in this troublous In case some one of you would fly from us,

world, That there's no hop’d-for mercy with the bro- To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. thers,

K. Edw. Is proclamation made,-that who More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and finds Edward, rocks.

Shall have a high reward, and he his life? Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, Glo. It is; and lo, where youthful Edward Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear.

comes. Prince. Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,

Enter Soldiers, with Prince Edward. Iufuse his breast with magnanimity,

K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us bear And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.

him speak : I speak not this, as doubling any here; What, can so young a thorn begin to prick? For, did I but suspect a fearful man,

Edward, what satisłaction canst thou make, He should have leave to go away betimes ; For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, Lest, in our need, he might infect another, And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to? And make hiin of like spirit to himself.

Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious If any such be here, as God forbid !

York ! Let him depart, before we need his help. Suppose, that I am now my father's mouth;

Oxf. Women and children of so high a courage! Resign thy chair, and where I stand, kneel thou, And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee, shame.

Which, traitor, thou would'st have me answer to 0, brave young prince! thy famous grandfather R. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so re Doth live again in thee; Long may'st thou live, solv'd! To bear his image, and renew his glories ! Glo. That you might still have worn the pettiSom. And he that will not fight for such a hope, coat, Go home to bed, and like the owl by day, And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster. If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at. Prince. Let Æsop fable in a winter's night; Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset :sweet Ox- His currish riddles sort not with this place. ford, thanks

Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath no word. thing else.

Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to

men. Enter a Messenger,

Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive Mess. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand, scold. Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.

Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crook Oxf. I thought no less : it is his policy,

back rather. To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided. K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm Som. But he's deceiv'd, we are in readiness.

your tongue. Q. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your for Clar: Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert. wardness.

Prince. I know my duty, you are all undutiful: Oxf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not Lascivious Edward, --and thoa perjur'd George, budge.

And thou misshapen Dick, I tell ye all, March Enter, at a distance, King Edward, And thou nisip's my father's right and mine.

I am your better, traitors as ye are :
Clarence, Gloster, and Forces.

K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the here.

(Stabs him. thorny wood,

Glo. Sprawl'st thou ? take that, to end thy Which, by the heavens' assistance, and your agony.

(Glo stahs him strength,

Clar. And there's for twitting me with perjury. Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.

(Clar. stabs himna I need not add more fuel to your fire,

Q. Mar. O, kill me too! For, well I wot, ye blaze to burn them out: Glo. Marry, and shall. (Ofers to kill her. Give signal to the fight, and to it lords. K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what too much. I should say,

Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,

with words? Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.

K. Edw. What! doth she swoon ? use means Therefore, no more but this :-Henry, your sove for her recovery. reign,

Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my bro Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd,

ther: His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain, I'll hence to London on a serious matter; His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent; Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news And yonder is the wolf, that makes this spoil. Clar. What? what? You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords, Glo. The Tower, the Tower!

(Ertt. Be valiant, and give signal to the fight.

R. Mar. 0, Ned, sweet Nedl speak to thy (Ereunt both Armies.

mother, boy! SCENE V. Another part of the same.

Canst thou not speak ?-O traitors ! murderers! Alarums : Excursions : and afterwards a Re- They, that stabb'd Cæsar, shed no blood at all, treat. Then enter King Edward, Clarence, If this

foul deed were hy, to equal it.

Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame, Gloster, and Forces; with Queen Margaret, He was a man; this, in respect, a child, Oxford, and Somerset, Prisoners.

And mey ne'er spend their fury on a child. K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous What's worse than murderer, that I may name broils.

it ? Away with Oxford to Hammes castle straight: No, no; my heart will burst, an if I speak ;For Somerset, off with his guilty head.

And I will speak, that so my heart may burst. Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak. Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals! Ozf. For my part, i'll not trouble thee with How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd : words.

You have no children, butchers! if you had

morse :


The thought of them would have stirr'd up re-l. K. Hen. A persecutor, I am sure thou art,

If murdering innocents be executing, But, if ever you chance to have a child, Why, then thou art an executioner. Look in his youth to have him so cut off, Glo Thy son I kill'd for his presumption. As, deathsmen! you have rid this sweel young K. Hen. Hadst thou been killid, when first prince!

thou didst presume,, K. Ed10. Away with her ; go bear her hence Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine. perforce.

And thus I prophesy, -that many a thousand, Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, despatch Which now místrnst no parcel of my fear; me here:

And many an old man's sigh, and many a Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death: widow's, What! wilt thou noi ?-hen, Clarence, do it And many an orphan's water-standing eye, thou.

Men for their sons, wives for their husbands' fate, Clar. By heaven, I will not do thee so much And orphans for their parents' timeless death,

Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born. Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do ; sweet Clarence, The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign; do thou do it.

The night crow cried, aboding luckless time; Ciar. Didst thou not hear me swear, I would Doge howld, and hideous tempests shook down not do it?

trees; Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself; The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top, 'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.

And chattering pies in dismal discords sung. What! wilt thou not? where is the devil's Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, butcher

And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope; Hard-favour'd Richard ? Richard, where art To wit, -an indigest deformed lump, thou ?

Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree. Thou art not here: Murder is thy nims-deed; Teeth hadst thou in thy head, when thou wast Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back.

born, K. Edw. Away, I suy; I charge ye, bear her To signify,-thou cam'st to bite the world: hence.

And, if the rest be true which I have heard, Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, to this Thon cam'stprince !

[Erit, led out forcibly. Glo. I'll hear no more ;-Die, prophet, in thy K. Edr. Where's Richard gone ?


(Stabs him. Clar. To London, all in post ; and, as I guess, For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd. To make a bloody supper in the Tower.

K. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter A. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his after this. head.

(sort o God ! forgive my sins, and pardon thee ! Now march we hence: discharge the common

[Dies. With pay and thanks, and let's away to London, Glo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster And see our gentle queen how well she fares; Sink in the ground? I thought it would have By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. (Exeunt. mounted. SCENE VI. London. A Room in the Tower. See, how iny sword weeps for the poor king's

death? King Henry is discovered sitting with a Book o, may such purple tears be always shed

in his hand, the Lieutenant attending. Enter From those that wish the downfall of our house ! Gloster.

If any spark of life be yet remaining, Glo. Good day, my lord ! What, at your book Down, down to hell ; and say, I sent thee thither ; so hard?

(Stabs him again. K. Hen. Ay, my good lord: My lord, I should I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.say rather;

Indeed, 'tis trne, thai Henry told me of; "Tis sin to flatter, good was little better: For I have often heard my mother say, Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike, I came into the world with my legs forward : And both preposterons; therefore, not good lord. Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste, Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves : we must And seek their ruin that usurped our right? confer.

(Exit Lientenant. The midwife wonder'd; and the women cried, K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth! wolf;

And so I was; which plainly signified-
So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, 'That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog.
And next his throat unto the butcher's knife. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so,
What scene of death hath Roscins now to act ? Let hell make crook'd my mind io answer it.

Glo. Suspicion always hauts the guilty mind; I have no brother, I am like no brother :
The thief doth fear each bush an officer. And this word-love, which graybeards call
K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in a divine,

Be resident in men like one another,
With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush : And not in me; I am myself alone.
And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the
Have now the fatal object in my eye,

light; Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, But I will sort a pitchy day for thee : and kill'd.

For I will buzz

abroad such prophecies, Glo. Why, what a peevish fool was that of That Edward shall be fearful of his life; Crete,

And then to purge his fear, I'll be thy death. That taught his son the office of a fowl ? King Henry, and the prince his son, are gone: And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'a. Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest ;

K. Hen. I Dedalus; my poor boy, Icarus; Counting myself but bad, till be best.-
Thy father, Minos, that denied our course ; I'll throw thy body in another room,
The sun, that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy, And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom. ( Exit.
Thy brother Edward; and thyself, the sea,

SCENE VII. The same. A Room in the Palace,
Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.
Ah kill me with thy weapon, not with words !

King Edward is discovered sitting on his throne; My breast can better brook thy dagger's point,

Queen Elizabeth with the infant Prince, Cla. Than can my ears that tragick history.- rence, Gloster, Hastings, and others, near him. But wherefore dost thou come ? is't for my life ? K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal Glo. Think'st thou, I am an executioner ?


Repurchas'd with the blood of enemies. And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.
What valiant foeman, like to autumn's corn, Clar. The duty, that I owe unto your majesty,
Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride ? I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.
Three dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd K. Edw. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy
For hardy and undoubted champions :

brother, thanks. Two Cliffords, as the father and the son,

Glo. And, that I love the tree from whence And two Northumber'ands; two braver men

thou sprang'st, Ne'er spurr'd their courser's at the trumpet's Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit sound:

[Montague, To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his maWith them, the two brave bears, Warwick and ster; That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion, And cried-all hail! when as he meant

[Aside. And made the forest tremble when they roar'd. -all harm. Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat, R. Edw. Now am I seated as my soul delights, And made our footstool of security.

Having my country's peace, and brothers' Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy :

loves. Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles, and myself, Clar. What will your grace have done with Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night; Margaret? Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat, Reignier, her father, to the king of France That thou might'st repossess the crown in peace; Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem, And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain. And hither have they sent it for her ransom.

G'o. I'll blast his barvest, if your head were laid; K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her bence For yet I am not look'd on in the world.

to France. This shoulder was ordain'd so thick, to heave; And now what rests, but that we spend the time And heave it shall some weight, or break my With stately triumphs, mirthful coinic shows, back:

Such as befit the pleasures of the court ? Work thou the way,--and thou shalt execute. Sound, drums and trumpets !-farewell, sour

(Aside. annoy! K. Edro. Clarence, and Gloster, love my lovely For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. queen ;





LORD LOVEL. EDWARD, Prince of Wales, after-) Sons to SIR THOMAS VAUGHAN. wards King Edward V.


King. SIR WILLIAM CATESBY. GEORGE, Duke of Clarence, Brothers to

SIR JAMES TYRREL. RICHARD, Duke of Gloster, af.

SIR JAMES BLOUNT. terwards King Richard III.

the King.

SIR WALTER HERBERT. A young Son of Clarence.

SIR ROBERT BRAKENBURY, Lieutenant HENRY, Earl of Richmond, afterwards King of the Tower. Henry VII.

CHRISTOPHER URSWICK, a Priest CARDINAL BOUCHIER, Archbishop of Can. Another Priest. Lerbury.

Lord Mayor of London. Sheriff of Wiltshire. THOMAS ROTHERAM, Archbishop of York. JOHN MORTON, Bishop of Ely.


MARGARET, Widow of King Henry VI. DUKE of NORFOLK : EARL of SURREY, DUCHESS of YORK, Mother to King Edward his Son.

iv., Clarence, and Gloster. EARL RIVERS, Brother to King Edward's LADÝ ANNE, Widow of Edward, Prince of Queen.

Wales, Son to King Henry VI.; afterwards MARQUIS of DORSET, and LORD GREY,

married to the Duke of Gloster. her Sons.

A young Daughter of Clarence. EARL of OXFORD.

Lords, and other Attendants, two Gentlemen, a LORD HASTINGS.

Pursuivant, Scrivener, Citizens, Murderers, LORD STANLEY.

Messengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, c.


Onr dreadful marches to delightful measures.

Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled SCENE I. London. A Street.


And now,-instead of mounting barbed steeds, Enter Gloster.

To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, Glo. Now is the winter of our discontent He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber, Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. And all the

clouds, that lour'd upon our house, But 1,-that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; Now are onr brows bound with victorious 1, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's mawreaths;

jesty, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; Jur stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,

Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, You may partake of any thing we say ;
Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time We speak no treason, man ;-We say, the king
Into this breathing world, scarce half made op, Is wise and virtuous; and his noble yneen
And that so lamely and unfashionable,

Well struck in years : fair, and not jealous :
That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them : We say, that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot,
Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, A cherry lir,
Have no delight to pass away the time; A bonny eye, a passing, pleasing tongue;
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun,

And that the queen's kindred are made gentleAnd descant on mine own deformity ;

folks ; And therefore, --since I cannot prove a lover, How say you, sir ? can you deny all this? To entertain these fair well spoken days, - Brak. With this, my lord, myself have nought I am determined to prove a villain,

to do. And hate the idle pleasures of these days. Glo. Naught to do with mistress Shore ? I tell Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,

thee, fellow, By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams, He that doth naught with her, excepting one, To set my brother Clarence, and the king, Were best to do it secretly, alone. Jn deadly hate the one against the other;

Brak. What one, my lord ? And, if King Edward be as true and just, Glo. Her husband, knave - Wouldst thog beAs I am subile, false, and treacherous,

tray 7 This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up; Brak. I beseech your grace to pardon me; About a prophecy, which says-that G

and, withal, Or Edward's heirs the murderer shall be. Forbear your conference with the noble duke. Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here Clarence Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and comes.

will obey:

Glo. We are the queen's abjects and must obey. Enter Clarence, guarded, and Brakenbury.

Brother, farewell : I will unto the king; Brother, good day : What means this armed And whatso'er yon will employ me in, guard,

Were it, to call King Edward's widow-sister, That waits upon your grace ?

I will perform it to enfranchise you. Clar.

His majesty, Mean time, this deep disgrace in brotherhood, Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed Touches me deeper than you can imagine. This conduct to convey me to the Tower.

Clar I know it pleaseth neither of us well. Glo. Upon what cause?

Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be Clar.

Because my name is-George. long;
Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours; I will deliver you, or else lie for you:
He should, for that, commit your godfathers : Mean time, have patience.
O, belike, his majesty hath some intent,


I must perforce; farewell. That you shall be new christen'd in the Tower. [Exeunt Clarence, Brakenbury, and Guard. But what's the matter, Clarence? may I know ? Gló. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know; for, 1 pro return, test,

Simple, plain Clarence !-I do love thee so, As yet I do not : But, as I can learn,

That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven, He hearkens after prophecies, and dreams; If heaven will take the present at our hands. And from the cross-row plucks the letter G, But who coines here 1' the new-deliver'd HastAnd says-a wizard told him, that by G

ings? His issue disinherited should be ; And, for my name of George begins with G,

Enter Hastings. It follows in his thought, that I am he:

Hast. Good time of day into my gracious lord ! These, as I learn, and such like toys as these, Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain! Have mov'd his highness to commit me now. Well are you welcome to this open air. Glo. Why, this it is, when men are rul'd by How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment? wonien :

Hasl. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners ris not the king, that sends you to the Tower; muist: My Lady Grey, his wife, Clarence, 'uis she, But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks, That tempers him to this extremity.

That were the cause of my imprisonment. Was it not she, and that good inan of worship, Glo. No doubt, no doubi; and so shall Clarence Antony Woodville, her brother there,

too; That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower; For they, that were your enemies, are his, From whence this present day he is deliver'd ? And have prevail'd as much on hiin, as you. We are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe. Hast. More pity that the eagle should be Clar. By heaven, I think, there is no man new'd, scenre,

While kites and buzzards prey at liberty. But the en's kindred, and night-walking Glo. What news abroad? heralds

Hast. No news so bad abroad as this at home; That trudge betwixt the king and Mistress Shore. The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy, Heard you not, what an humble suppliant And his physicians fear him mightily. Lord Hastings was :o her for his delivery? Glo. Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad Glo. Humbly complaining to her deity

indeed. Got my lord chamberlain his liberty.

O, he hath kept an evil diet long, I'll tell you what,-) think, it is our way, And over-much consum'd his royal person ; If we will keep in favour with the king, 'T'is very grievous to be thought upon. To be her men, and wear her livery:

What, is he in his bed ? The jealous o'er-worn widow, and herself,


He is. Since that our brother dubb'd them gentlewo- Glo. Go you before, and I will follow yon. men,

(Erit Hastings. Are mighty gossips in this monarchy.

He cannot live, I hope ; and must not die, Biak. I beseech your graces both to pardon me; Till George be pack'd with posthorse op 10 His majesty hath straitly given in charge,

heaven. That no man shall have private conference, I'll in, to nirge his hatred more to Clarence, Of what degree soever, with his brother. With lies well steel'd with weighty argumenta ;, Glo. Even so ? an please your worship, Bra-And, if I fail not in my deep intent, kenbury,

I Clarence hath not another day to live:

Which done, God take King Edward to his His soul thou canst not have! therefore, be gone. mercy,

Glo. Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst. And leave the world for me to bustle in !

Anne. Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daugh trouble us not ; ter:

For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell, What though I kill'd her husband, and her father? Fill'd it with cursing cries, and deep exclaims. The readiest way to make the wench amends, If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, Is-to become her husband, and her father: Behoid this pattern of thy butcheries ; The which will I ; not all so rouch for love, O, gentlemen, see, gee! dead Henry's wounds As for another secret close intent,

Open their congeal'd mouths, and bleed afresh! By marrying her, which I must reach unto. Blush, blush, thou 'ump of foul deformity; But yet I run before my horse to market: For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood Clarence still breathes ; Edward still lives, and From cold and empty veins, where no blood reigns ;

dwells: When they are gone, then must I count my Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural, gains.


Provokes this deluge most unnatural.

O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his SCENE II. The same. Another Street.

death! Enter the Corpse of King Henry the Sixth, O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his

borne in an open Cotjin, Gentlemen bearing death! Halberds, lo guard it ; and Lady Anne us Either, heaven, with lightning strike the mur mourner.

derer dead, Anne. Set down, set down your honourable Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat him gnick; load,

As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood, If honour may be shronded in a hearse, - Which his hell-govern'd arm hath butcher'd! Whilst I a while obsequiously lament

Glo. Lady, you know no rules of charity, The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster

Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses. Poor key-cold figure of a holy king!

Anne. Villain, thou know'st no law of God Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster!

nor man ; Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! No beast so fierce, but knows some touch of pity. Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost,

Glo. But I know none, and therefore am no To hear the lamentations of poor Anne,

beast. Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd'son, Anne. () wonderful, when devils tell the truth t Stabb'd by the self-same hand that made these Glo. More wonderful, when angels are so wounds!

angry:Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life, Vonchsafe, divine perfection of a woman, I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes : of these supposed evils, to give me leave, 0, cursed be the hand that made these holes ! By circumstance, but to acquit myself. Cursed the heart, that had the heart to do it! Anne. Vouchsafe, diffusd infection of a man, Cursed the blood, that let this blood from hence! For these known evils, but to give me leave, More direful hap betide that hated wretch, By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self. That makes us wretched by the death of thee, Glo. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads,

me have Or any creeping venoni'd thing that lives! Some patient leisure to excuse myself. If ever he have child, abortive be it,

Anne. Fouler than heart can think thee, thou Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,

canst make Whose ugly and annatiiral aspect

No excuse current, but to hang thyself. May fright the hopeful mother at the view; Glo. By such despair, I should accuse myself. And that be heir to his unhappiness!

Anne. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand If ever he have wite, let her be made

excus'd; More miserable by the death of him,

For doing worthy vengeance on thyself, Than I am made by my young lord, and thee ! - That didst unworthy slanghter upon others. Come, now, toward Chertsey with your holy Glo. Say, that I slew them not? "load,


Why then, they are not dead : Taken from Paul's to be interred there; But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee. And, still as you are weary of the weight, Glo. I did not kill your husband. Rest you, whiles I lament King Henry's corse.


Why, then he is alive. (The Bearers take up the Corpse, and advance.

Glo. Nay, he is dead; and "slaiu by Edward's

hand. Enter Gloster.

Anne. In thy fool throat thou liest ; Queen Glo. Stay you, that bear the corse, and set it Margaret saw down.

Thy murderous falchion smok in his blood. Anne. What black magician conjures up this The which thou once didst bend against her fiend,

breast, To stop devoted charitable deeds ?

But that thy brothers beat aside the point. Glo. Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Glo. I was provoked by her sland'rous tongue, Paul,

That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders I'll make a corse of him that disobeys.

Anne. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody 1 Geni. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin mind, pass.

That never dreamt on aught but butcheries : Glo. Unmanner'd dog! stand thou when I Didst thou not kill this king ? command:


I grant ye. Advance thy halberd higher than my breast, Anne. Dost grant me, hedgehog ? then, God Or, by Saint Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot,

grant me too, And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness. Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed!

[ The Bearers set down the Coffin. 0, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous. Anne. What do you tremble ? are you all Glo. The fitter' for the King of heaven that afraid?

hath him. Alas, I blame you not ; for yon are mortal, Anne. He is in heaven, where thou shalt never And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil. Avaunt, thon dreadful minister of hell! Thou hadst but power over his mortal body,

Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send him



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