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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 sav'd his

brother !
Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say;
For I repent me that the duke is slain. [Exit.

1 Murt. So do not I; go, coward, as thou art.-
Well, I'll go hide the body in some hole,
Till that the duke give order for his burial :
And when I have my meed, I will away;
For this will out, and then I must not stay.

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ACT THE SECOND.

SCENE I.

A Room in the Palace.

Enter King EDWARD, (led in sick,) Queen ELIZA

BETH, DORSET, Rivers, HASTINGS, BUCKING-
HAM, GREY, and others.
K. Edw. Why, so: now have s done a good

day's work;
You peers, continue this united league:
I every day expect an embassage
From my Redeemer to redeem me hence;

in

peace my soul shall part to heaven, Since I have made my friends at peace on earth.

And more

Rivers, and Hastings, take each other's hand;
Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love.
Riv. By heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging

hate; And with

my hand I seal my true heart's love. Hast. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like! K. Edw. Take heed, you dally not before your

king;
Lest he, that is the supreme King of kings,
Confound your hidden falsehood, and award
Either of you to be the other's end.

Hast. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love!
Riv. And I, as I love Hastings with my

heart! K. Edw. Madam, yourself are not exempt in

this, Nor your son Dorset, --- Buckingham, nor you ;You have been factious one against the other. Wife, love lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand; And what you do, do it unfeignedly. Q. Eliz.. There, Hastings; — I will never more

remember Our former hạtred; So thrive I, and mine! K. Edw. Dorset, embrace him, — Hastings, love

lord marquis. Dor. This interchange of love, I here protest, Upon my part shall be inviolable.

Hast. And so swear I. [Embraces Dorset. K. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou

this league With thy embracements to my wife's allies, And make me happy in your unity.

Buck. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate Upon your grace, [To the Queen.) but with all

duteous love
Doth cherish you, and yours, God punish me
With hate in those where I expect most love!
When I have most need to employ a friend,
And most assured that he is a friend,
Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile,

Be he unto me! this do I beg of heaven,
When I am cold in love, to you, or yours.

[Embracing Rivers, 8c.
K. Edw. A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham,
Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart.
There wanteth now our brother Gloster here,
To make the blessed period of this peace.
Buck. And, in good time, here comes the noble

duke.

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Enter GLOSTER.
Glo. Good-morrow to my sovereign king, and

queen;
And, princely peers, a happy time of day!
K. Edw. Happy, indeed, as we have spent the

day:
Brother, we have done deeds of charity;
Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate,
Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.

Glo. A blessed labour, my most sovereign liege.-
Among this princely heap, if any here,
By false intelligence, or wrong surmise,
Hold me a foe;
If I unwittingly, or in my rage,
Have aught committed that is hardly borne
By any in this presence, I desire
To reconcile me to his friendly peace :
'Tis death to me, to be at enmity;
I hate it, and desire all good men's love.
First, madam, I entreat true peace of you,
Which I will purchase with my duteous service;-
Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham,
If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us;
Of you, lord Rivers, - and lord Grey, of you,
That all without desert have frown'd on me;
Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen; indeed, of all.
I do not know that Englishman alive,
With whom my soul is any jot at odds,

More than the infant that is born to-night;
I thank my God for my humility.
Q. Eliz. A holy-day shall this be kept here-

after:
I would to heaven all strifes were well compounded.-
My sovereign lord, I do beseech your highness
To take our brother Clarence to your grace.

Glo. Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this,
To be so fouted in this royal presence ?
Who knows not, that the gentle duke is dead ?

[They all start. You do him injury to scorn his corse. K. Edw. Who knows not he is dead! who knows

he is ? Q. Eliz. All-seeing heaven, what a world is this! Buck. Look I so pale, lord Dorset, as the rest ? Dor. Ay, my good lord ; and no man in the pre

sence, But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks.

K. Edw. Is Clarence dead? the order was revers'd.

Glo. But he, poor man, by your first order died, And that a winged Mercury did bear; Some tardy cripple bore the countermand, That came too lag to see him buried : God grant, that some, less noble, and less loyal, Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood, Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did, And yet go current from suspicion.

Enter STANLEY.

Stan. A boon my sovereign, for my service done. K. Edw. I pr’ythee, peace; my soul is full of Stan. I will not rise, unless your highness hear

sorrow.

me.

K. Edw. Then say at once, what is it thou re

quest'st.

Stan. The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life; Who slew to-day a riotous gentleman, Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk. K. Edw. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's

death, And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave ? My brother kill'd no man, his fault was thought, And yet his punishment was bitter death. Who sued to me for him ? who, in my wrath, Kneel'd at my feet, and bade me be advis'd ? Who spoke of brotherhood ? who spoke of love? Who told me, how the poor soul did forsake The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me? Who told me, in the field at Tewksbury, When Oxford had me down, he rescued me, And said, Dear brother, live, and be a king? Who told me, when we both lay in the field, Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me Even in his garments; and did give himself, All thin and naked to the numb-cold night? All this from my remembrance brutish wrath Sinfully pluck'd, and not a man of you Had so much grace to put it in

my

mind.
But when your carters, or your waiting-vassals,
Have done a drunken slaughter, and defac'd
The precious image of our dear Redeemer,
You straight are on your knees for pardon, pardon ;
And I, unjustly too, must grant it you :
But for my brother, not a man would speak,
Nor I (ungracious) speak unto myself
For him, poor soul. - The proudest of you all
Have been beholden to him in his life;
Yet none of you would once plead for his life. -
O God! I fear, thy justice will take hold
On
me, and

you,
and mine, and

yours,

for this. Come, Hastings, help me to my closet. O, Poor Clarence !

[Exeunt King, Queen, Hastings, Rivers,

DORSET and GREY.
VOL, VII.

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