1 Murd. Remember our reward, when the deed's done. 2 Murd. Come, he dies; I had forgot the reward. 1 Murd. Where's thy conscience now 7 2 Murd. In the duke of Gloster's purse. 1 Murd. So, when he opens his purse to give us our reward, thy conscience flies out. 2 Murd. 'Tis no matter; let it go: there's few, or none, will entertain it. 1 Murd. What, if it come to thee again? 2 Murd. I'll not meddle with it, it is a danger ous thing, it makes a man a coward; a man cannot steal, but it accuseth him; a man cannot swear, but it checks him; a man cannot lie with! his neighbour's wife, but it detects him: "Tis a blushing shame-faced spirit, that mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles: it made me once restore a purse of gold, that by chance I found: it beggars any man that keeps it it is turned out of all towns and cities for a dangerous thing; and every man that means to live well, endeavours to trust to himself, and live without it. 1 Murd. 'Zounds, it is even now at my elbow, persuading me not to kill the duke. 2 Murd. Take the devil in thy mind, and believe him not: he would insinuate with thee, but to make thee sigh. 1 Murd. I am strong-fram'd, he cannot prevail with me. 2 Murd. Spoke like a tall fellow, that respects his reputation. Come, shall we fall to work? 1 Murd. Take him over the costard with the hilts of thy sword, and then throw him into the malmsey butt, in the next room. 2 Murd. O excellent device! and make a sop of him. 1 Murd. Soft! he wakes. 2 Murd. Strike. 1 Murd. No, we'll reason with him. Clar. Where art thou, keeper 7 give me a cup of wine. 1 Murd. You shall have wine enough, my lord, anon. Clar. In God's name, what art thou ? 1 Murd. A man, as you are. Clar. But not as I am, royal. 1 Murd. Nor you, as we are, loyal. Clar. Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are humble. 1 Murd. My voice is now the king's, my looks mine own. Clar. How darkly, and how deadly dost thou speak! Your eyes do menace me-Why look you pale? Who sent you hither? Wherefore do you come? Clar. You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so, And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it. Wherein, my friends, have I offended you? 1 Murd. Offended us you have not, but the king. Clar. I shall be reconciled to him again. 2 Murd. Never, my lord; therefore prepare to die. Clar. Are you call'd forth from out a world of men, To slay the innocent? What is my offence? 1 Murd. What we will do, we do upon com mand. 2 Murd. And he, that hath commanded is our king. Clar. Erroneous vassal! the great King of kings Hath in the table of his law commanded, That thou shalt do no murder; Wilt thou then Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's? Take heed; for he holds vengeance in his hand, To hurl upon their heads that break his law. 2 Murd. And that same vengeance doth he hurl on thee, For false forswearing, and for murder too: Thou didst receive the sacrament, to fight In quarrel of the house of Lancaster. 1 Murd. And, like a traitor to the name of God Didst break that vow; and, with thy treacherou blade, Unrip'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son. 2 Murd. Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and defend. 1 Murd. How canst thou urge God's dreadful When thou hast broke it in such dear degree? 1 Murd. Who made thee then a bloody minister, When gallant springing, brave Plantagenet, That princely novice, was struck dead by thee? Clar. My brother's love, the devil, and my rage. 1 Murd. Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy fault, Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee. Ay, so we will. Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm, And charg'd us from his soul to love each other, He little thought of this divided friendship: Bid Gloster think on this, and he will weep. 1 Murd. Ay, millstones; as he lesson'd us to weep. Clar. O, do not slander him, for he is kind. "Tis he that sends us to destroy you here. 1 Murd. Why, so he doth; when he delivers you From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven. 2 Murd. Make peace with God, for you musi die, my lord. Clar. Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul, Ah, sirs, consider, he, that set you on Which of you, if you were a prince's son, If two such murderers as yourselves came to Upon your grace, [To the Queen,] but with all you, Would not entreat for life 7 My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks; Come thou on my side, and entreat for me, How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands Re-enter first Murderer. 1 Murd. How now ? what mean'st thou, that thou help'st me not? By heaven, the duke shall know how slack you have been. 2 Murd. I would he knew, that I had saved his Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say; ACT II. [Exit. SCENE 1. London. A Room in the Palace. duteous love Doth cherish you, and yours, God punish me K. Edv. A pleasing cordial, princely Bucking- Enter Gloster. Glo. Good-morrow to my sovereign king, and And, princely peers, a happy time of day! Brother, we have done deeds of charity; If I unwittingly, or in my rage, Have aught committed that is hardly borne First, madam, I entreat true peace of you, K. Edw. Why, so;-now have I done a good That all without desert have frown'd on me; day's work; You peers, continue this united league: I every day expect an embassage And with my hand I seal my true heart's love. Lest he, that is the supreme King of kings, Hast. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love! Nor your son Dorset,-Buckingham, nor you;- Q. Eliz There, Hastings;-I will never more Our former hatred, so thrive I, and mine! Dor. This interchange of love, I here protest, Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen: indeed, of all. Q. Eliz. A holy-day shall this be kept here I would to God, all strifes were well compound- My sovereign lord, I do beseech your highness You do him injury to scorn his corse. Q. Eliz. All-seeing heaven, what a world is this! Enter Stanley. Stan. A boon, my sovereign, for my service done! K. Edw. I pr'ythee, peace; my soul is full of sorrow. Stan. I will not rise, unless your highness hear me. Duch. Peace, children, peace! the king doth love you well: Incapable and shallow innocents, You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death. Told me, the king, provok'd to't by the queen, K. Edw. Then say at once, what is it thou re-Devis'd impeachments to imprison him:" quest'st. Stan. The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life; Who slew to-day a riotous gentleman, K. Edw. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death, And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave? And I, unjustly too, must grant it you :- [Exeunt King, Queen, Hastings, Rivers, Glo. This is the fruit of rashness !-Mark'd you not, How that the guilty kindred of the queen Look'd pale, when they did hear of Clarence' death? O! they did urge it still unto the king: Enter the Duchess of York, with a Son and Son. Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead? Daugh. Why do you weep so oft ? and beat And ery-O Clarence, my unhappy son! head, And call us-orphans, wretches, cast-aways, Duch. My pretty cousins, you mistake me both; dead. The king my uncle is to blame for this: God will revenge it; whom I will importune With earnest prayers all to that effect. Daugh. And so will I. And when my uncle told me so, he wept, And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice! Duch. Ay, boy. Son. I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this? Enter Queen Elizabeth, distractedly; Rivers, and Dorset, following her. Q. Eliz. Ah! who shall hinder me to wail and weep? To chide my fortune, and torment myself? Duch. What means this scene of rude impatience? Q. Eliz. To make an act of tragick violence:Edward, iny lord, thy son, our king, is dead. Why grow the branches, when the root is gone? Why wither not the leaves, that want their sap7If you will live, lament; if die, be brief; That our swift-winged souls may catch the king's; Or, like obedient subjects, follow him To his new kingdom of perpetual rest. Duch. Ah, so much interest have I in thy sorrow, I have bewept a worthy husband's death, And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands, death; How can we aid you with our kindred tears? Daugh. Our fatherless distress was left un moan'd, Your widow dolour likewise be unwept! Q. Eliz. Give me no help in lamentation, I am not barren to bring forth laments: All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, That I, being govern'd by the wat'ry moon, May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world; Ah, for my husband, for my dear Lord Edward! Chil. Ah, for our father, for our dear Lord Clarence! Duch. Alas, for both, both mine, Edward and Clarence! Q. Eliz. What stay had I, but Edward? and he's gone. Chil. What stay had we, but Clarence? and he's gone. Duch. What stays had I, but they? and they are gone. Q. 'Eliz. Was never widow, had so dear a loss. Chil. Were never orphans, had so dear a loss. Duch. Was never mother, had so dear a loss. Alas, I am the mother of these griefs; Their woes are parcell'd, mine are general. Dor. Comfort, dear mother: God is much dis- That you take with unthankfulness his doing; Riv. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mo- Of the young prince your son: send straight for Let him be crown'd: in him your comfort lives: Glo. Sister, have comfort: all of us have cause I did not see your grace:-Humbly on my knee Duch. God bless thee; and put meekness in thy Love, charity, obedience, and true duty! man! That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing; Aside. I marvel, that her grace did leave it out. That bear this mutual heavy load of moan, fetch'd Hither to London, to be crown'd our king. Buck. Marry, my lord, lest, by a multitude, out; Which would be so much the more dangerous, govern'd: Where every horse bears his commanding rein, Riv. And so in me; and so, I think, in all : Glo. Then be it so; and go we to determine Madam, and you my mother, will you go [Exeunt all but Buckingham and Gloster. Buck. My lord, whoever journeys to the prince, For God's sake, let not us two stay at hoine: For, by the way, I'll sort occasion, Glo. My other self, my counsel's consistory, SCENE III. The same. A Street. 1 Cit. Good morrow, neighbour: Whither 2 Cit. I promise you, I scarcely know myself: Yes; the king's dead. 2 Cit. Il news, by'r lady; seldom comes the better: I fear, I fear, 'twill prove a giddy world. 3 Cit. Neighbours, God speed! 1 Cit. Give you good morrow, sir. 3 Cit. Doth the news hold of good King Ed ward's death? God wot; For then this land was famously enrich'd 1 Cit. Why, so hath this, both by his father 3 Cit. Better it were they all came by his father; Or, by his father there were none at all: For emulation now, who shall be nearest, 0, full of danger is the duke of Gloster; Will touch us all too near, if God prevent it not. And the queen's sons, and brothers, haught and And were they to be rul'd, and not to rule, proud: This sickly land might solace as before. 1 Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst: all will be well. 3 Cit. When clouds are seen, wise men put on When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; You cannot reason almost with a man SCENE IV. The same. A Room in the Palace. Arch. Last night, I heard, they lay at Stony- Duch. 'Good faith, 'good faith, the saying did not hold In him that did object the same to thee: SCENE I. London. A Street He was the wretched'st thing, when he was The Trumpets sound. Enter the Prince of young: So long a growing, and so leisurely, That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious. Arch. And so, no doubt, he is, my gracious madam. Duch. I hope he is; but yet let mothers doubt. York. Now, by my troth, if I had been remember'd, I could have given my uncle's grace a flout, Mess. Gloster and Buckingham. Q. Eliz. The mighty dukes, For what offence? Wales, Gloster, Buckingham, Cardinal Bouchier, and others. Buck. Welcome, sweet prince, to London, to your chamber. Glo. Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sovereign: The weary way hath made you melancholy. years Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit : Seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart. Prince. God keep me from false friends! but they were none. Glo. My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet you. Enter the Lord Mayor, and his train. May. God bless your grace with health and happy days! Prince. I thank you, good my lord-and thank you all.- [Exeunt Mayor, &c. I thought, my mother, and my brother York, Would long ere this have met us on the way; Fie, what a slug is Hastings! that he comes not To tell us whether they would come, or no. Enter Hastings. Buck. And in good time, here comes the sweat. ing lord Prince. Welcome, my lord: What, will our mother come? Hast. On what occasion, God he knows, not I, The queen your mother, and your brother York, Mess. The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd; Have taken sanctuary: The tender prince Why, or for what, the nobles were committed,Would fain have come with me to meet your Is all unknown to me, my gracions lady. Q. Eliz. Ah me, I see the ruin of my house! The tiger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind; Insulting tyranny begins to jut Upon the innocent and awless throne :Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre! I see, as in a map, the end of all. Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days! How many of you have mine eyes beheld? My husband lost his life to get the crown; And often up and down my sons were tost, |