You may partake of anything we say: We speak no treason, man ;—we say the king And the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks: Brak. With this, my lord, myself have naught to do. Glo. Naught to do with Mistross Shore! I tell thee, fellow, He that doth naught with her, excepting one, Brak. What one, my lord? Glo. Her husband, knave: wouldst thou betray me? Brak. I beseech your grace to pardon me, and withal Forbear your conference with the noble duke. Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey. Glo. We are the queen's abjects, and must obey. Brother, farewell: I will unto the king; And whatsoe'er you will employ me in, Were it to call King Edward's widow sister, I will perform it to enfranchise you. Meantime, this deep disgrace in brotherhood Touches me deeper than you can imagine. Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well. Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long; I will deliver you, or else lie for you: Meantime, have patience. Clar. I must perforce. Farewell. [Exeunt Clarence, Brakenbury, and Guard. Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return. Simple, plain Clarence! I do love thee so, Enter Lord HASTINGS. Hast. Good time of day unto my gracious lord! Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain ! Well are you welcome to the open air. How hath your lordship brooked imprisonment? Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners must: But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence too; For they that were your enemies are his, And have prevailed as much on him as you. Hast. More pity that the eagle should be mewed, While kites and buzzards prey at liberty. Glo. What news abroad? Hast. No news so bad abroad as this at home; The king is sickly, weak and melancholy, And his physicians fear him mightily. Glo. Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad indeed. O, he hath kept an evil diet long, And overmuch consumed his royal person: 'Tis very grievous to be thought upon. What, is he in his bed? Hast. He is. Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you. [Exit HASTINGS. He cannot live, I hope; and must not die Till George be packed with post-horse up to heaven. I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence, With lies well steeled with weighty arguments; And, if I fail not in my deep intent, Clarence hath not another day to live: Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy, For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter. By marrying her which I must reach unto. reigns: When they are gone, then must I count my gains. Exit. SCENE II. The same. Another street. Enter the corpse of King HENRY the Sixth, borne in an open coffin, Gentlemen with halberds to guard it, among them TRESSEL and BERKELEY; Lady ANNE being the mourner. Anne. Set down, set down your honourable load, If honour may be shrouded in a hearse,— [The bearers set down the coffin. Poor key-cold figure of a holy king! wounds! Lo, in these windows that let forth thy life, I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes. O, curséd be the hand that made these holes! May fright the hopeful mother at the view; If ever he have wife, let her be made As I am made by my poor lord and thee! Come, now towards Chertsey with your holy load, Enter GLOSTER. Glo. Stay, you that bear the corse, and set it down. Anne. What black magician conjures up this fiend, To stop devoted charitable deeds? Glo. Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul, I'll make a corse of him that disobeys. Gent. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass. Glo. Unmannered dog! stand thou, when I command: Advance thy halberd higher than my breast, [The bearers set down the coffin. Anne. What, do you tremble? are you all afraid? Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal, Thou hadst but power o'er his mortal body, His soul thou canst not have; therefore, be gone. |