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K. Edu. Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done too

much, Glou. Why should she live, to fill the world with words? K. Edv. What, doth she swoon? use means for her

Glou. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother;
I'll hence to London on a serious matter:
Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.

Clar. What? what?
Glou. The Tower, the Tower.

[Erit. 50
Q. Mar. 0 Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy!
Canst thou not speak? O traitors! murderers!
They that stabb'd Cæsar shed no blood at all,
Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,
If this foul deed were by to equal it:
He was a man: this, in respect, a child;
And men ne'er spend their fury on a child:
What's worse than murderer, that I may name it?
No, no, my heart will burst, an if I speak:
And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.
Butchers and villains! bloody cannibals!
How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd!
You have no children, butchers! if you had,
The thought of them would have stirrd up remorse:
But if you ever chance to have a child,
Look in his youth to have lim so cut off
As, deathsmen, you have rid ibis sweet young prince!

K. Edu. Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce..

Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here; Here sheathe thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death: 70 What, wilt thou not? then, Clarence, do it thou.

Olar. By heaven, I will not do thee so much case.
Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou

do it.
Clar. Didst thou not hear me swcar I would not do it?
Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself:
'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.
What, wilt thou not? Where is that devil's butcher,
Hard-favour'd Richard? Richard, where art thou?
Thou art not here: murder is thy alms-deed;
Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back.

K. Edio. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence.
Q. Mar. So come to you and yours, as to this prince!

[Erit, led out forcibly. K. Ed. Where's Richard gone?

Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guess, To make a bloody supper in thic Tower.

80 K. Ed. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his bead. Now march we hence: discharge ihe common sort With pay and thanks, and let's away to London And see our gentle queen how well she fares: By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. [Ercunt. 90

SCENE VI. London. The Tower.

Enter King HENRY and GLOUCESTER, with the Lieutenant,

on the walls.


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Glou. Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard? K. llen. Ay, my good lord:-my lord, I should say rather: 'Tis sin to flatter; • good " was little better: Good Gloucester” and “good devil ” were alike, And both preposterous; therefore, not "good lord." Glou. Sirralı, leave us to ourselves: we must confer.

[Erit Lieutenant. K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf; So first the harınless sheep dotlı yield his fleece And next his throat unto the butcher's knife. What scene of death hath Roscius now to act ?

10 Glou. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

K. Hen. The bird that hath been limed in a bush, With trembling wings misdoubieth every bush; And I, the lapless male to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye Where my poor young was limed, was caught and kill'd.

Glou. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete,
That taught his son the office of a fowl!
And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd. 20

K. Hen. I, Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus;
Thy father, Minos, that denied our course;
The sun that seard the wings of my sweet boy
Thy brother Edward, and thyself the sea
Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.
Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words!
My breast can better brook thy dagger's point
Than can my cars that tragic history:
But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life?
Glou. Think'st thou I am an executioner?

K. Hen. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art:
If murdering innocents be executing,
Why, then thou art an executioner.

Glou. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption,

K. Hen. Hadst thou been kill'd when first thou didst

presume, Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine. And thus I prophesy, that many a thousand, Which now mistrusi no parcel of my fear, And many an old man's sigh and many a widow's, And many an orphan's water-standing eyeMen for their sons, wives for their husbands, And orphans for their parents' timeless deathShall rue the hour that ever thou wast born. The owl shriek'd at thy birth,-an evil sign; The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time; Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees; The raven rook'd ber on the chimney's top, And chattering pies in dismal discords sung. Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope, 50 To wit, an indigested and deformed lump, Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree. Teeth badst thou in thy head when thou wast born, To signify thou camest to bite the world: And, if the rest be truc which I have heard, Thou camesto Glou. I'll hear no more: die, prophet, in thy speech:

Stals him. For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.

K. Ilen. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this. 0, God forgive my sins, and pardon thee! (Dies. 60

Glou. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted. See how my sword weeps for the poor king's death! O, may such purple tears be alway shed From those that wish the downfall of our house! If any spark of life be yet remaining, Down, down to heli; and say I sent thce thither:

[Stabs him again. I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear. Indeed, 'tis true that Henry told me of; For I have often heard my mother say

70 I came into the world with my legs forward: Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste, And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right? The midwife wonder'd and the women cried "O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!" And so I was; which plainly signified That I should snarl and bite and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shaped my body so,

Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.
I have no brother, I am like no brother;

And this word “ love,” which greybeards call divine,
Be resident in men like one another
And not in me. I am myself alone.
Clarence, beware; thou kecp'st me from the light:
But I will sort a pitchy day for thee;
For I will buz abroad such prophecies
That Edward shall be fearful of his life,
And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death.
King Henry and the prince his son are gonc:
Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest,

90 Counting myself but bad till I be best. I'll throw thy body in another room And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom.

[Erit with the body.

SCENE VII. London. The palace. Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD, QUEEN ELIZABETII,

CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, IASTINGS, a Nurse with the young Prince, and Attendants,

K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal throne, Re-purchased with the blood of enemies. · What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn, Have we mow'd down in tops of all their pride! Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd For hardy and undoubted champions; Two Cliffords, as the father and the son, And two Northumberlands; two braver men Ne'er spurr’d their coursers at the trumpet's sound; With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague, 10 That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion And made the forest tremble when they roar'd. Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat And made our footstool of security. Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy. Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles and niyself Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night, Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat, That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace; And of our libours thou shalt reap the gain. Glou. [ Asile] I'll blast his harvest, if your head were

laid; For yet I am not look'd on in the world. This shoulder was ordain'd so thick to heave;


And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:
Work thou the way,--and thou shalt execute.

K. Edi, Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen; And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.

Clar. The duty that I owe unto your majesty I scal upon the lips of this sweet båbe. 2. Eliz. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks.

30 Glou. And, that I love the tree from whence thou

sprang'st, Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit. (Aside) To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master, And cried "all hail!" when as he meant all harm.

K. Edu. Now am I seated as my soul delights, Having my country's peace and brothers' loves.

Clar. What will your grace have done with Margaret? Reignier, her father, to the king of France Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,

40 And hither have they sent it for her ransom.

K. Edu. Away with her, and waft her hence to France. And now what rests but that we spend the time With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows, Such as betits the pleasure of the court? Sound drums and trumpets! farewell sour annoy! For here, I hope, begios our lasting joy, [Ereunt.

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