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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
1 Murt. So do not I; go, coward, as thou art.-
ACT THE SECOND.
A Room in the Palace.
Enter King EDWARD, (led in sick,) Queen ELIZA
BETH, DORSET, Rivers, HASTINGS, BUCKING-
peace my soul shall part to heaven, Since I have made my friends at peace on earth.
Rivers, and Hastings, take each other's hand;
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
Hast. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love!
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
Be he unto me! this do I beg of heaven,
[Embracing Rivers, 8c.
Glo. A blessed labour, my most sovereign liege.-
More than the infant that is born to-night;
Glo. Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this,
[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.
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
K. Edw. Then say at once, what is it thou re
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
for this. Come, Hastings, help me to my closet. O, Poor Clarence !
[Exeunt King, Queen, Hastings, Rivers,
DORSET and GREY.