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Cla. Are you call'd forth from out a world off


To flay the innocent? What is my offence?
Where is the evidence that doth accufe me?
What lawful queft' have given their verdict up
Unto the frowning judge? or who pronounc'd
The bitter fentence of poor Clarence' death?
Before I be convict by course of law,
To threaten me with death, is most unlawful.
I charge you, as you hope to have redemption,
That you depart, and lay no hands on me;
The deed you undertake is damnable.

1 Mard. What we will do, we do upon command. 2 Murd. And he that hath commanded is our king.

Clar. Erroneous vaffal! the great King of kings Hath in the table of his law commanded, That thou shalt do no murder; wilt thou then Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's? Take heed; for he holds vengeance in his hand, To hurl upon their heads that break his law.

2 Murd. And that fame vengeance doth he hurl on thee,

For false forfwearing, and for murder too:
Thou didst receive the facrament to fight
In quarrel of the house of Lancaster.


I Murd. And, like a traitor to the name of God, Didft break that vow; and, with thy treacherous Unripp'dft the bowels of thy fovereign's fon.

2 Murd. Whom thou waft fworn to cherish and defend. [law to us, 1 Murd. How canft thou urge God's dreadful When thou haft broke it in such dear degree? Clar. Alas! for whose fake did I that ill deed? For Edward, for my brother, for his fake; He fends you not to murder me for this:

For in that fin he is as deep as I.

If God will be avenged for the deed,

O, know you yet, he doth it publickly:
Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm ;
He needs no indirect nor lawless course,
To cut off thofe that have offended him.

1 Murd. Who made thee then a bloody minister, When gallant-fpringing 2, brave Plantagenet, That princely 3 novice, was ftruck dead by thee? Cla. My brother's love, the devil, and my rage. Murd. Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy fault,

Provoke us hither now to flaughter thee.

Clar. If you do love my brother, hate not me; I am his brother, and I love him well. If you are hir'd for meed, go back again, And I will fend you to my brother Glofter; Who fhall reward you better for my life, Than Edward will for tidings of my death.

2 Murd. You are deceiv'd, your brother Glofter hates you.

Cla. Oh, no, he loves me, and he holds me dear : Go you to him from me.

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Clar. Relent, and fave your fouls. Which of you, if you were a prince's fon, Being pent from liberty, as I am now,

If two fuch murderers as yourselves came to you◄◄◄ Would not intreat for life? as you would beg, Were you in my diftrefs,

1 Murd. Relent! 'tis cowardly, and womanish. Clar. Not to relent, is beaftly, favage, devilish.35 My friend, I spy fome pity in thy looks; O, if thine eye be not a flatterer,


Come thou on my fide, and entreat for me:
A begging prince what beggar pities not?
2 Murd. Look behind you, my lord.

1 Mard. Take that, and that; if all this will
not ferve,
[Stabs bim.

I'll drown you in the malmfey-butt within. [Exit.
2 Murd. A bloody deed, and defperately dif

45 How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands
Of this most grievous guilty murder done!
Re-enter first Murderer.

I Murd. How now? what mean't thou, that thou help'ft me not? [have been. 50 By heaven, the duke fhall know how flack you 2 Murd. I would he knew that I had fav'd his brother!

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Buck. And, in good time, here comes the noble
Enter Glofter.

[duke. Glo. Good-morrow to my fovereign, king, and And, princely peers, a happy time of day! [queen; K. Edw. Happy, indeed, as we have spent the Brother, we have done deeds of charity; [day :Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate,

Between thefe fwelling wrong-incensed peers.

Glo. A bleffed labour, my moft sovereign liege.— 10 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 prefence, I defire

Riv. By heaven, my foul is purg'd from grudg-15
ing hate;

And with my hand I feal my true heart's love.
Haft. So thrive I, as I truly fwear the like!

K. Edw. Take heed, you dally not before your

Left he, that is the fupreme King of kings,
Confound your hidden falfhood, and award
Either of you to be the other's end.

To reconcile me to his friendly peace: 'Tis death to me, to be at enmity;

I hate it, and defire all good men's love.Firft, madam, I entreat true peace of you, Which I will purchafe with my duteous fervice;20 Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham,

Haft. So profper I, as I swear perfect love.
Riv. And I, as I love Haítings with my heart! 25
K. Edw. Madam, yourself are not exempt in


Nor your fon Dorfet,-Buckingham, nor you ;-
You have been factious one against the other.
Wife, love lord Haftings, let him kifs your hand; 30
And what you do, do it unfeignedly. [remember
Queen. There, Haftings;-I will never more
Our former hatred, fo thrive I, and mine!
K. Edw. Dorfet, embrace him;-Haftings, love
lord marquis.

Dor. This interchange of love, I here proteft,
Upon my part, fhall be inviolable.

Haft. And fo fwear I.

[this league

K. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, feal thou With thy embracements to my wife's allies, And make me happy in your unity.

Buck. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate Upon your grace, but with all duteous love

[To the Queen. Doth cherish you, and yours, God punish me With hate in thofe where I expect most love! When I have moft need to employ a friend, And most affured that he is a friend, Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile, Be he unto me! This do I beg of heaven, When I am cold in love, to you, or yours. [Embracing Rivers, &c. K.Edw. A pleafing cordial,princely Buckingham, Is this thy vow unto my fickly heart. There wanteth now our brother Glofter here, To make the bleffed period of this peace.

This alludes to a proverbial expreffion, that Corafort's a cripple, and comes ever flow."

If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us ;-
Of you, lord Rivers,—and, lord Grey, of you,
That all without defert have frown'd on me ;-
Of you, lord Woodville,-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 holy-day this fhall be kept hereafter :-
I would to God,all ftrifes were well compounded.—
My fovereign lord, I do befeech your highness
To take our brother Clarence to your grace.
Glo. Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this,
35 To be fo flouted in this royal prefence?
Who knows not, that the gentle duke is dead?
[They all fart.
You do him injury, to fcorn his corfe. [he is?
K.Edw. Who knows not, he is dead! who knows
Queen. All-feeing heaven, what a world is this!
Buck. Look I fo pale, lord Dorfet, as the reft?
Dor. Ay, my good lord; and no man in the



But his red-colour hath forfook his cheeks.

K. Edw. 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 bore the countermand', 50 That came too lag to fee him buried:-

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K. Edw. I pr'ythee, peace; my foul is full of forrow.

Stan. I will not rife, unless your highness hear me. K. Edw. Then say at once, what is it thou requeft'ft.

Stan. The forfeit ', fovereign, of my fervant's life; Who flew to-day a riotous gentleman, Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk.

K. Edro. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death,

And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave?
My brother kill'd no man, his fault was thought,
And yet his punishment was bitter death.
Who fu'd to me for him? who, in my wrath,
Kneel'd at my feet, and bid me be advis'd?
Who spoke of brotherhood? who spoke 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 refcu'd me,
And faid, Dear brother, liv, and be a king?
Who told me, when we both lay in the field,
Frozen almoit to death, how he did lap me
Even 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 ftraight are on your knees for pardon, pardon;
And I, unjustly too, must grant it you :--
But for my brother not a man would speak,-
Nor I (ungracious) speak unto myfelf

For him, poor foul.-The proudest of you all
Hath been beholden to him in his life;

Yet none of you would once plead tor his life.---
O God! I fear, thy juftice will take hold



Dutch. My pretty coufins, you mistake me both: ̧ I do lament the fickness of the king,

As loth to lofe 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 mine uncle is to blame for this: God will revenge it; whom I will importune With earnest prayers, all to that effect.

Daugh. And fo will I. [love you well: Dutch. Peace, children, peace! the king doth Incapable and fhallow innocents,

You cannot guefs who caus'd your father's death. Son. Grandam, we can: for my good uncle Glofter Told me, the king, provok'd to 't by the queen, 15 Devis'd impeachments to imprison him: And when my uncle told me fo, he wept, And pitied me, and kindly kifs'd my cheek; Bade me rely on him, as on my father,



And he would love me dearly as his child. Dutch. Ah, that deceit thould fteal fuch gentle fhapes,

And with a virtuous vizor hide deep vice!

He is my fon, ay, and therein my shame,
Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit. [dam?
Sen. Think you, my uncle did diffemble, gran-
Dutch. Ay, boy.

Son. I cannot think it. Hark! what noife is this? Enter the Queen, diftractedly; Rivers, and Dorfet, after her.

30 Queen. Ah! who shall hinder me to wail and



To chide my fortune, and torment myself?

I ll join with black defpair against my foul,
And to myfelf 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 their fap?-
you will live, lament; if die, be brief;
That our fwift-winged fouls may catch the king's;
Or, like obedient fubjects, follow him
To his new kingdom of perpetual rest.

On me, and you, and mine, and yours, for this.--40If
Come, Haftings, help me to my closet. Oh,
Poor Clarence! [Exeunt King and Queen, Haftings,
Rivers, Dorfet, and Grey.

G. These are the fruits of rafhnefs !-Mark'd
you not,

How that the guilty kindred of the queen
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?
Buck. We wait upon your grace.

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Dutch. Ah, so much interest have I in thy forrow, 45 As I had title in thy noble husband!

I have bewept a worthy husband's death,
And liv'd by looking on his images:
But now, two mirrors of his princely femblance
Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death;
So And I for comfort have but one false glass,

That grieves me when I fee my fhame in him.
Thou art a widow; yet thou art a mother,
And haft the comfort of thy children left thee:
But death hathfnatch'd my husband from minearms

Enter the Dutchess of York, with the two children of 55 And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands,

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Queen. Give me no help in lamentation,


I am not barren to bring forth laments:
All fprings reduce their currents to mine eyes,
That I, being govern'd by the watry moon,
May fend forth plenteous tears to drown the world!
Ah, for my husband, for my dear lord Edward!
Chil. Ah, for our father, for our dear lord Cla-
Dutch. Alas, for both, both mine, Edward and
Queen. What stay had I, but Edward? and he's 10
Chil. What ftay had we, but Clarence? and he's
Dutch. What stays had I, but they? and they
are gone.

Queen. Was neve: widow, had fo dear a lofs.
Chil. Were never orphans, had fo dear a lofs.
Dutch. Was never mother, had fo dear a lofs.
Alas! I am the mother of thefe griefs;
Their woes are parcell'd, mine are general.
She for an Edward weeps, and fo do I;
I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she:
These babes for Clarence weep, and fo do I;
I for an Edward weep, fo do not they:
Alas! you three, on me, threefold diftrefs'd,
Pour all your tears; I am your forrow's nurse,
And I will pamper it with lamentations.

Dor. Comfort, dear mother; God is much dif

The broken rancour of your high-swoln hearts,
But lately fplinted, knit, and join'd together,
Muft gently be preserv'd, cherish'd, and kept:
Me feemeth good, that, with some little train,
Forthwith from Ludlow the youngprince befetch'd
Hither to London, to be crown'd our king.

Riv. Why with some little train, my lord of

Buck. Marry, my lord, left, by a multitude,
The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out:
Which would be fo much the more dangerous,
By how muchthe estate is green,and yet ungovern'd:
Where every horfe bears his commanding rein,
And may direct his courfe as please himself,
15 As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent,
In my opinion, ought to be prevented.

Glo. I hope, the king made peace with all of us;
And the compact is firm, and true in me.

Riv. And fo in me; and fo, I think, in all:
20 Yet, fince it is but green, it should be put
To no apparent likelihood of breach,
Which, haply, by much company might be urg'd:
Therefore, I fay, with noble Buckingham,



That you take with unthankfulness his doing:
In common worldly things, 'tis call'd-ungrateful,
With dull unwillingness to repay a debt,
Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent;
Much more, to be thus oppofite with heaven,
For it requires the royal debt it lent you.
Riv. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mo-35
Of the young prince your fon: fend straight for


Let him be crown'd: in him your comfort lives:
Drown defperate forrow in dead Edward's grave,
And plant your joys in living Edward's throne,
Enter Glefter, Buckingham, Stanley, Haftings, and

That it is meet fo few should fetch the prince.
Haft. And so say I.

Glo. Then be it fo: and go we to determine
Who they fhall be that straight shall post to Ludlow.
Madam,and you my mother, will you go
To give your cenfures 2 in this weighty bufinefs?
[Exeunt Queen, &c.
Manent Buckingham, and Glofter.

Buck. My lord, whoever journeys to the prince,
For God's fake, let not us two stay at home:
For, by the way, I'll fort occafion,

As index 3 to the story we late talk'd of,

To part the queen's proud kindred from the prince.
Glo. My other felf, my counsel's confiftory,
My oracle, my prophet! My dear coufin,
I, as a child, will go by thy direction.

40 Towards Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind.

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Edward the young prince, in his father's life-time, and at his demife, kept his houfhold at LudJow, as prince of Wales, under the governance of Anthony 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 Welchmen, who were wild, diffolute, and ill-disposed, from their accuftomed murders and outrages. 2. e. your opinions. 3 i. e. preparatory-by way of prelude.

1 Cit. No, no; by God's good grace, his fon
fhall reign.

3 Cit. Woe to that land, that's govern'd by al
2 Cit. In him there is a hope of government;
That, in his nonage, council under him,
And, in his full and ripen'd years, himself,
No doubt, thall then, and till then, govern well.
1 Cir. So ftood the ftate, when Henry the fixth
Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old.

Because fweet flowers are flow, and weeds make haste.

[not hold Dutch. Good faith, good faith, the faying did In him that did object the fame to thee: [young, 5 He was the wretched'ft thing, when he was So long a growing, and fo leisurely,

3 Cit. Stood the ftate fo? no, no, good friends, 10
God wot;

For then this land was famously enrich'd
With politick grave counfel; then the king
Had virtuous uncles to protect his grace. [mother.
1 C. Why, fo hath this, both by his father and 15
3 Cit. Better it were, they all came by his father;
Or, by his father, there were none at all:
For emulation now, who fhall be nearest,
Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not.

O, full of danger is the duke of Glofter; [proud: 20
And the queen's fons, and brothers, haught and
And were they to be rul'd and not to rule,
This fickly land might folace as before.

1 Cit. Come, come, we fear the worst; all will
be well.
[cloaks; 25

3 Cit. When clouds are feen, wife men put on their
When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand;
When the fun fets, who doth not look for night?
Untimely storms make men expect a dearth:

That, if his rule were true, he should be gracious. Arch. And fo, no doubt, he is, my gracious madam.

Dutch. I hope, he is; but yet let mothers doubt.
York. Now, by my troth, if I had been remem-
ber'd 2,

I could have given my uncle's grace a flout,
To touch his growth, nearer than he touch'd mine.
Dutch. How, my young York? I pr'ythee, let

me hear it.

York. Marry, they fay, my uncle grew so fast,
That he could gnaw a cruft at two years old;
'Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth.
Grandam, this would have been a biting jest.
Dutch. I pr'ythee, pretty York, who told thee
York. Grandam, his nurse.

Dutch. His nurfe! why, fhe was dead ere thou
waft born.
York. If 'twere not the, I cannot tell who told
Queen. A parlous 3 boy :-Go to, you are too



Dutch. Good madam, be not angry with the
Queen. Pitchers have ears.

All may be well; but, if God fort it fo,


Enter a Meffenger.

"Tis more than we deserve, or I expect.

2 Cit. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear:

You cannot reafon almoft with a man

Arch. Here comes a meffenger: What news?
Mef. Such news, my lord, as grieves me to un-
Queen. How doth the prince?


That looks not heavily, and full of dread.

Mef. Well, madam, and in health.

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2 Cir. Marry, we were fent for to the juftices. 40 Mef. The mighty dukes, Glofter and Bucking3 Cir. And fo was I; I'll bear you company.

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Enter Archbishop of York, the young Duke of York,
the Queen, and the Dutchess of York.
Arch. Laft night, I heard, they lay at Northamp-
At Stony-Stratford they do reft to-night: [ton!
To-morrow, or next day, they will be here.
Dutch. I long with all my heart to fee the prince:
I hope, he is much grown fince laft I saw him.
Queen, But I hear, no; they say, my son of York
Has almoft overta'en him in his growth.

Tork. Ay, mother, but I would not have it fo.
Dutch. Why, my young coufin? it is good to grow.
York. Grandam, one night as we did fit at fupper,
My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow [ter,
More than my brother; Ay, quoth my uncle Glof-
Small berbs bave grace, great weeds do grow apace:
And fince, methinks, I would not grow so fast,


Queen. For what offence?

Mes. The sum of all I can, I have disclos'd;
Why, or for what, the nobles were committed,
Is all unknown to me, my gracious lady.

Queen. Ah me, I fee the ruin of my house!
The tyger now hath feiz'd the gentle hind;
Infulting tyranny begins to jut

Upon the innocent and awless 4 throne :-
Welcome deftruction, blood, and maffacre!
50I fee, as in a map, the end of all.


Dutch. Accurfed and unquiet wrangling days!
How many of you have mine eyes beheld?
My hufband loft his life to get the crown;
And often up and down my fons were toft,
For me to joy, and weep, their gain, and lofs:
And being feated, and domeftick broils
Clean over-blown, themfelves, the conquerors,
Make war upon themselves; brother to brother,
Blood to blood, felf against felf:-O, prepofterous
6c And frantick outrage, end thy damned spleen;
Or let me die, to look on death no more!

2 To be remembered is ufed by Shak3 Parkus is keen,

1 Wretched here means paltry, pitiful, being below expectation. speare to imply, to have one's memory quick, to have one's thoughts about one. Shrewd. 4i.e. not producing awe, not reverenced. To jut upon is to encroach.

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