Come thou on my fide, and intreat for me *.

1 Vil. Take that, and that; if all this will not do. [Stabs him. [Exit.

I'll drown you in the malmfie-butt within.

2 Vil. A bloody deed, and defp rately dispatch'd. How fain, like Pilate, would I wath my hands Of this molt grievous guilty murther done!

Re enter firft Villain.

I Vil. How now? what mean't thou, that thou help'ft me not?

By heav'n the Duke fhall know how flack you've been.
2 Vil. I would he knew that I had fav'd his brother!
Take thou the fee, and tell him what I fay;
For I repent me that the Duke is flain.

I Vil. So do not 1; go, coward, as thou art.
Well, I'll go hide the body in fome hole,
Till that the Duke give order for his burial :
And, when 1 have my meed, I must away;
For this will out, and then I must not stay.

[Exit.

[Exit.

Enter King Edward fick, the Queen, Dorset, Rivers, Haftings, Catesby, Buckingham, and other Lords.

K. Edw. WHY, fo; now have I done a good day's

work.

You Peers, continue this united league :
I every day expect an emballage

From my Redeemer to recal me hence.

And now in peace my foul fhall part to heav'n,
Since I have made my friends at peace on earth.
Haftings and Rivers, take each other's hands;
Diffemble not your hatred; fwear your love.

Riv. By heav'n, my foul is purg'd from grudging And with my hand I feal my true heart's love [hate,

intreat for me.

A begging prince what beggar pities not?

2 Vil. Look behind you, my Lord.

Vil. Take that, &c.

1

Haft. So thrive I, as I truly fwear the like!

K. Edw. Take heed you dally not before your King, Left he that is the fupreme King of kings,

Confound your hidden falfehood, and award
Either of you to be the other's end.

Haft. So profper 1, as I fwear perfect love!
Riv. And I, as I love haftings with my heart!
K. Edw. Madam, yourself is not exempt from this;
Nor you fon Dorfet; Buckingham, nor you:
You have been factious one against the other.
Wife, love Lord Haftings, let him kifs your hand;
And what you do, do it unfeignedly.

I will never more re

Queen. There, Haftings;Our former hatred; fo thrive I and mine! [member K. Edw. Dorfet, embrace him. Haftings, love Lord Marquis.

Dorf. The interchange of love I here protest, Upon my part, fhall be inviolable.

Haft. And fo fwear 1.

K. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, feal thou this With thy embracements to my wite's allies,

And make me happy in your unity.

[league

Buck. When ever Buckingham doth turn his hate Upon your Grace, and not with duteous love

[To the Queen.

Doth cherish you and your's, God punish me
With hate in those where I expect most love!
When I have moft need to employ a friend,
And most affured that he is a friend,
Deep, hollow, tracherous, and full of guile,
Be he to me! this do I beg of heaven,
When I am cold in zeal to you or your's.

[Embracing Rivers, &

K. Edw. A pleafing cordial, princely Buckingham,

Is this thy vow unto my fickly heart.

There wanteth now our brother Glo'fter here,

To make the bleffed period of this peace.

Buck. And, in good time, here comes the Noble Duke.

Enter Gloucefter, with Ratcliff.

Gle. Good morrow to my Sovereign King and Queen,

And, princely Peers, a happy time of day!

K. Edw. Happy indeed, as we have spent the day.
Brother, we have done deeds of charity;
Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate,
Between these swelling wrong-incenfed

peers.
Glo. A bieffed labour, my moft Sovereign Liege.
Among this princely heap, if any here,
By falfe intelligence, or wrong furmife,
Hold me a foe; if I unwittingly

Have aught committed that is hardly borne
By any in this presence, I defire
To reconcile me to his friendly peace.
'Tis death to me to be at enmity.

I hate it, and defire all good mens' love.
First, Madam, I intreat true peace of you,
Which I will purchase with my duteous fervice.
Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham,

If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us;
Of you, and you, Lord Rivers, and of Dorfet,
That all without defert have frown'd on me:
Of you, Lord Woodvile; and, Lord Scales, of you;
Dukes, Earls, Lords, Gentlemen; indeed, of all..
I do not know that Englishman alive,
With whom my foul is any jot at odds,
More than the infant that is born to-night.
I thank my God for my humility.

Queen, A holiday fhall this be kept hereafter.
I would to God all ftrifes were well compounded!
My Sovereign Lord, I do befeech your Highness
To take our brother Clarence to your Grace.

Glo. Why, Madam, have I offer'd love for this,
To be fo flouted in this royal prefence?
Who knows not that the gentle Duke is dead ?

You do him injury to fcorn his corfe.

[They all fart.

K. Edw. Who knows not he is dead! who knows he is?

Queen. All-feeing Heaven, what a world is this! Buck. Look I fo pale, Lord Doriet, as the reft? Dorf. Ay, my good Lord; and no man in the preBut his red colour hath forfook his cheeks.

[fence,

K. Edu. Is Clarence dead? the order was revers'd.

Glo. But he, poor man, by your first order died,
And that a winged Mercury did bear:
Some tardy cripple had the countermand,
That came too lag to fee him buried.

God grant that fome lefs noble, and lefs loyal,
Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood,
Deferve no worse than wretched Clarence did,
And yet go current from fufpicion.

Enter Lord Stanley.

Stanl. A boon, my Sov'reign, for my fervice done K. Edw. I pry'thee, peace; my foul is full of forrow. Stanl. I will not rife, unless your Highness hear me: K. Edw. Then fay at once, what is it thou request'st. Stanl. The forfeit, Sov'reign, of my fervant's life, Who flew to day a riotous gentleman,

Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolk.

K. Edry. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's And shall that tongue give pardon to a flave? [death? My brother kill'd no man; his fault was thought;: And yet his punishment was bitter death.

Who fued to me for him? who, in my wrath,
Kneel'd at my feet, and bid me be advis'd?
Who fpoke of brotherhood? who fpoke of love?
Who told me, how the poor foul did forfake
The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me?
Who told me, in the field at Tewksbury,
When Oxford had me down, he rescued me?
And faid, Dear brother, live and be a King?
Who told me, when we both lay in the field,
Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me,
Ev'n in his garments, and did give himself
All thin and naked to the numb cold night?
All this from my remembrance brutish wrath
Sinfully pluck'd, and not a man of you
Had fo much grace to put it in my mind.
But when your carters, or your waiting vaffals,
Have done a drunken flaughter, and defac'd
The precious image of our dear Redeemer;

You ftra ght are on your knees for pardon, pardon,—
And I, u juftly too, mut grant it you.
But for my brother not a man would speak,

Nor I ungracious, fpake unto myself

For him, poor foul. The proudest of you all
Have been beholden to him in his life:

Yet none of you would once plead for his life.
O God! I fear thy justice will take hold
On me, and you, and mine, and yours, for this.
Come, Haftings, help me to my closet. Ah,
Poor Clarence! [Exeunt fome with the King and Queer.
Glo. These are the fruits of rafhnets: mark'd you
How that the guilty kindred of the Queen [not,
Look'd pale, when they did hear of Clarence' death !
O! they did urge it ftill unto the King.

God will revenge it. Come, Lords, will you go
To comfort Edward with our company ?

[Exeunt.

Enter the Duchess of York, with the two children of Cla

rence.

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 fon! [breaft! Son. Why do you look on us, and thake your head, And call us orphans, wretches, caftaways,

If that our noble father be alive?

Duch. My pretty coufins, you mistake me both. I do lament the ficknefs of the King,

As loth to lose him; not 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 earnest prayers.

Daugh. And fo will I.

Duch. Peace, children, peace! the King doth love Incapable and fhallow innocents!

[you well.

You cannot guefs who caus'd your father's death.

Son. Grandam, we can ; for my good uncle Glo'fler' Told me, the King, provok'd to't by the Queen, Devis'd impeachments to imprison him; And when my uncle told me fo, he wept,