his hate th all duteous me e! RIVERS, kingham, oble duke. and queen; the day:Made 18 reconcile me to his friendly peace 2. Eliz. A holyday fhall this be kep Glo. Why, madam, have I offer'd 1 To be fo flouted in this royal prefence Who knows not, that the gentle duke You do him injury, to fcorn his corfe. vorfe than wretched Clarence did, urrent from fufpicion ! Enter STANLEY. Don, my fovereign, for my service done! pr'ythee, peace; my foul is full of forrow. I not rise, unless your highness hear me. hen fay at once, what is it thou request'st. forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life; day a riotous gentleman, ant on the duke of Norfolk. Cave I a tongue to doom my brother's death, t tongue give pardon to a slave? ill'd no man, his fault was thought, me for him? who, in my wrath, Who yal, d, e done! of forrow. ear me. “equest'ft. 's life; er's death, it, The precious image of our dear Redeem On me, [Exeunt King, Queen, HASTINGS, R and GREY.] Glo. This is the fruit of rafhnefs !-N How that the guilty kindred of the que Look'd pale, when they did hear of Cla O! they did urge it still unto the king: God will revenge it. Come, lords; wi To comfort Edward with our company Buck. We wait upon your grace. Whe SCENE II. The fame. Enter the Duchefs of York, with a fon and daughter of CLARENCE. Son. Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead? Duch. No, boy. Daugh. Why do you weep fo oft? and beat your And cry-O Clarence, my unhappy son ! breaft; 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 coufins, you mistake me both; I do lament the fickness of the king, As loath to lose him, not your father's death; It were loft forrow, to wail one that's loft. Son. Then, grandam, you conclude that he is dead. The king my uncle is to blame for this: God will revenge it; whom I will impórtune Daugh. And fo will I. Duch. Peace, children, peace! the king doth love you well: Incapable and fhallow innocents, You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death. Son. Grandam, we can: for my good uncle Glofter And he would love me dearly as his child. Duch. ur head, th; is dead. h love you h. Glofter Duch 2. Eliz. Ah! who fhall hinder me To chide my fortune, and torment I'll join with black despair against m And to myself become an enemy. Duch. What means this fcene of ru 2. Eliz. To make an act of tragich Edward, my lord, thy fon, our king Why grow the branches, when the r Why wither not the leaves, that wan If you will live, lament; if die, be That our swift-winged fouls may cat Or, like obedient fubjects, follow hi To his new kingdom of perpetual re Duch. Ah, fo much interest have As I had title in thy noble husband! I have bewept a worthy husband's de And liv'd by looking on his images : But now, two mirrors of his princel Are crack'd in pieces by malignant d And I for comfort have but one falfe That grieves me when I fee my fham Thou art a widow; yet thou art a m And haft the comfort of thy children |