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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? 0! they did urge it still unto the king ; Heaven will revenge it. Come, lords; will you go, To comfort Edward with our company? Buck. We wait upon your grace.
Enter the Duchess of YORK, with a Son and
Daughter of CLARENCE. Son. Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead ? Duch. No, boy. Daugh. Why do you weep so oft? and beat your
breast; And cry-O Clarence, my unhappy son ! Son. Why do you look on us, and shake your
head, And call us-orphans, wretches, cast-aways, If that our noble father be alive?
Duch. My pretty cousins, you mistake me both I do lament the sickness of the king, As loath to lose him,
father's death; It were lost sorrow, to wail one that's lost. Son. Then, grandam, you conclude that he is
dead. The king my uncle is to blame for this. Duch. Peace, children, peace! the king doth
love you well: Incapable and shallow.innocents, You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death.
Son. Grandam, we can : for my good uncle
breast he drew not this deceit. Son. Think you, my uncle did dissemble, gran
dam? Duch. Ay, boy. Son. I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is
this! Enter Queen ELIZABETH distractedly; RIVERS
and DORSET, following her.
Duch. What means this scene of rude impatience?
Q. Eliz. To make an act of tragick violence: Edward, my lord, thy son, oùr king, is dead. Why grow the branches, when the root is gone? Why wither not the leaves, that want their sap? If 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, As I had title in thy noble husband ! I have bewept a worthy husband's death, And liv'd by looking on his images :
But now two mirrors of his princely semblance
Daugh. Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd, Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept!
Q. Eliz. Give me no help in lamentation,
That I, being govern'd by the watry moon,
my husband, for my dear lord Edward ! Chil. Ah, for our father, for our dear lord Cla
rence! Duch. Alas, for both, both mine, Edward and
Clarence ! Q. Eliz. What stay had I, but Edward ? and he's
gone. Chil. What stay
but Clarence ? and he's ; gone. Duch. What stays had I, but they ? and they are
Duch. Was never mother had so dear a loss.
I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she :
Riv. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother, Of the young prince your son: send straight for
him, Let him be crown'd; in him
your comfort lives : Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave, And plant your joys in living Edward's throne.
Enter GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, HAST
INGS, RATCLIFF, and others. Glo. Sister have comfort: all of us have cause To wail the dimming of our shining star ; But none can cure their harms by wailing them.Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy, I did not see your grace :
Humbly on my knee I crave your blessing. Duch. God bless thee; and put meekness in thy
breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty! .
Glo. Amen; and make me die a good old man !That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing ; [Aside. I marvel that her grace did leave it out. Buck. You cloudy princes, and heart sorrowing
peers, That bear this mutual heavy load 'of moan,
Now cheer each other in each other's love :
Riv. Why with some little train, my lord of Buck
Buck. Marry, my lord, lest, by a multitude, The new-heald wound of malice should break out; Which would be so much the more dangerous, By how much the estate is green, and yet ungo
vern'd: Where every horse bears his commanding rein, And
may direct his course as please himself, As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent, In my opinion, ought to be prevented.
Glo. I hope, the king made peace with all of us ; And the compact is firm, and true, in me.
Riv. And so in me; and so, I think, in all : Yet, since it is but green, it should be put To no apparent likelihood of breach, Which, haply, by much company might be urg'd : Therefore I say, with noble Buckingham, That it is meet so few should fetch the prince.
Hast. And so say I.
Glo. Then be it so; and go we to determine Who they shall be that straight shall post to Ludlow. Madam, - and you my mother, - will you go To give your censures' in this weighty business?
[Excunt all but BUCKINGHAM and GLOSTER. Buck. My lord, whoever journeys to the prince, For heaven's sake, let not us two stay at home : For, by the way, I'll sort occasion,