That Edward fhall be fearful of his life:

And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death.
King Henry, and the prince his fon, are gone :
'Clarence, thy turn is next; and then the rest;
Counting myself but bad, till I be best.-
'I'll throw thy body in another room,
And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom.

[Exit.

SCENE VII.

The fame. A Room in the Palace.

King EDWARD is discovered fitting on his throne; Queen ELIZABETH with the infant Prince, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and Others near him.

K. Edw. Once more we fit in England's royal throne, Re-purchas'd with the blood of enemies.

What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn,
Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride?
Three dukes of Somerfet, threefold renown'd
For hardy and undoubted champions :

Two Cliffords, as the father and the fon,

And two Northumberlands; two braver men

Ne'er fpur'd their courfers at the trumpet's found:

With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Mon.

tague,

That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion,

And made the foreft tremble when they roar'd.
Thus have we fwept fufpicion from our feat,
And made our footstool of fecurity.-
Come hither, Befs, and let me kifs my boy :-
Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles, and myfelf,
Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night;

• Went

• Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat,

That thou might'st repoffefs the crown in peace;
And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.

Glo. I'll blait his harvest, if your head were lay'd;
For yet I am not look'd on in the world.

This fhoulder was ordain'd fo thick, to heave;
And heave it shall some weight, or break my back :----
Work thou the way,-and thou shalt execute. [Afide.
K. Edw. Clarence, and Glofter, love my lovely queen;
And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.

Clar. The duty, that I owe unto your majesty,

I feal upon the lips of this sweet babe.

K. Edw. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks.

Glo. And, that I love the tree from whence thou fprang'ft,

• Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit:

To fay the truth, fo Judas kifs'd his master;

' And cry'd—all hail! when as he meant—all harm.

K. Edw. Now am I feated as my foul delights, Having my country's peace, and brothers' loves.

[Afide

Clar. What will your grace have done with Margaret ? Reignier, her father, to the king of France

Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,

And hither have they fent it for her ransom.

K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence to France.
And now what rests, but that we spend the time
With ftately triumphs, mirthful comick shows,
Such as befit the pleasures of the court?-

Sound, drums and trumpets!-farewell, four annoy !
For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.

[Exeunt.

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