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. I Vil. So do not 1; go, coward, as thou art. [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 : From my Redeemer to recal me hence. And now in peace my foul fhall part to heav'n, 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 Haft. So profper 1, as I fwear perfect love! 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 [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. peers. Have aught committed that is hardly borne I hate it, and defire all good mens' love. If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us; Queen, A holiday fhall this be kept hereafter. Glo. Why, Madam, have I offer'd love for this, 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, God grant that fome lefs noble, and lefs loyal, 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, You ftra ght are on your knees for pardon, pardon,— Nor I ungracious, fpake unto myself For him, poor foul. The proudest of you all Yet none of you would once plead for his life. God will revenge it. Come, Lords, will you go [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 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, |