Sinfully pluck'd, and not a man of you For him, poor foul. The proudest of you all [Exeunt fome with the King and Queen. Glo. Thefe are the fruits of rafhnefs. not, How that the guilty kindred of the Queen Mark'd you Look'd pale, when they did hear of Clarence' death? God will revenge it. Come, Lords, will you go SCENE II. [Exeunt. Enter the Dutchefs of York, with the two children of Clarence. Son. Good Grandam, tell us, is our father dead? Dutch. No, boy. Daugh. Why do you weep fo oft? and beat your breaft? And cry-O Clarence! my unhappy fon! Son. Why do you look on us, and shake your head, And call us orphans, wretches, caft-aways, If that our noble father be alive? Dutch. My pretty Coufins, you mistake me both. I do lament the fickness of the King, As As loth to lose him jonot your father's death; It were loft forrow to wail one that's loft. Son. Then you conclude, my Grandam, he is dead. The King, mine uncle, is to blame for this.. God will revenge it, whom I will importune With daily earneft prayers. Daugh. And fo will I, Dutch. Peace, children, peace! the King doth love you well. Incapable and fhallow Innocents! You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death. Dutch. Ah! that deceit fhould fteal fuch gentle And with a virtuous vizor hide deep vice! ay, and therein my fhame; Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit. Son. Think you, my uncle did diffemble, Grandam? Dutch. Ay, boy. Son. I cannot think it. Hark, what noife is this? Enter the Queen with her hair about her ears, Rivers and Dorset after her. Queen. Ah! who fhall hinder me to wail and weep,' To chide my fortune, and torment myself? I'll join with black defpair against my foul, And to myself become an enemy. Dutch, What means this fcene of rude impatience? Queen. To make an act of tragic violence. Edward, my lord, thy fon, our king, is dead. Why grow the branches, when the root is gone? Why wither not the leaves, that want the fap? If you will live, lament; if die, be brief; That our fwift-winged fouls may catch the King's; Or, like obedient Subjects, follow him Dutch. Ah! fo much interest have I in thy forrow, As I had title to thy noble husband. I have bewept a worthy husband's death, To over-go thy plaints, and drown thy cries. Son. Ah, Aunt! [to the Queen] you wept not for our father's death; How can we aid you with our kindred Tears? Queen. Give me no help in Lamentation, Chil. Ah, for our father, for our dear Lord Clarence! Queen. What ftay had I, but Edward? and he's Chil. What ftay had we, but Clarence? and he's gone. Dutch. What ftays had 1, but they? and they are gone. (7) His images.] The children by whom he was represented. (8) Being govern'd by the wat'ry moon,] That I may live hereafter under the influence of the moon, which governs the tides, and, by the help of that influence, drown the world. The introduction of the moon is not very natural. Queen. Queen. Was never widow, had fo dear a lofs. Dor. Comfort, dear mother, God is much difpleafed, That with unthankfulness you take his doing. AA Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent, Riv. Madam, bethink you like a careful mother, Of the young Prince your fon; fend ftrait for him, Let him be crown'd; in him your comfort lives. Drown defp'rate forrow in dead Edward's grave, And plant your joys in living Edward's throne. SCENE III. Enter Gloucester, Buckingham, Stanley, Haftings, and Ratcliff. Glo. Sifter, have comfort. All of us have caufe To wail the dimming of our fhining ftar; But none can help our harms by wailing them. I crave your Blefling. Dutch. God blefs thee, and put meeknefs 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 Bleffing; I marvel I marvel that her Grace did leave it out. Buck. You cloudy Princes, and heart-forrowing That bear this mutual heavy load of moan, The broken rancour of your high-fwoln hearts, Riv. Why with fome little train, my Lord of Buckingham? Buck. Marry, my Lord, left by a multitude The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out; Glo. I hope, the King made peace with all of us; Riv. And fo in me; and fo, I think, in all. Which, haply, by much company might be urg'd; That it is meet fo few fhould fetch the Prince. Glo. Then be it fo; and go we to determine, (1) Forthwith from Ludlow the young Prince be fetch'd,] Edward the young Prince in his Father's Life-time and at his Demife, kept his Houshold at Ludlow as Prince of Wales; under the Governance of Antony Woodville Earl of Rivers, his Uncle, by the Mother's fide. The Intention of his being fent thither was to fee Juftice done in the Marches; and, by the Authority of his Prefence, to reftrain the Welshmen, who were wild, diffolute, and ill-difpofed, from their accustomed Murders and Outrages. Vid. Hall, Holing head, &c. THEOBALD. Who |