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Q. E lis. Would all were well 1-But that [ A bachelor, a handsome stripling too : will never be ;
I wis, • your grandam had a worser match. I fear, our happiness is at the height.
Q. Eliz. My lord of Gloster, I have too Enter GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and DORSET.
Your blunt upbraidings, and your bitter Glo. They do me wrong, and I will not en
scoffs : dure it :
By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty Who are they, that complain unto the king, of those gross taunts I often have endur'd. That I, forsooth, am stern, and love them not? I had rather be a country servant-maid, By boly Paul, they love his grace but lightly, Than a great queen, with this condition That all his ear with such dissentious rumours. | To be so baited, scorn'd, and stormed at : Because I cannot flatter, and speak fair,
Small joy have I in being England's queen. Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, Duck with French nods and apisha courtesy,
Enter Queen MARGARET, behind. I must be held a rancorous enemy.
Q. Mar. And lessen'd be that small, God, I Cannot a plain man live, and think to harin,
beseech thee! But thus bis simple truth must be abus'd
Thy honour, state, and seat, is due to me. By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks?
Glo. What? Threat you me with telling of Grey. To whom in all this presence epeaks
the king ? your grace!
Tell him, and spare not : look, what I have Glo. To thee, that hast nor houesty, nor
| I will avouch in presence of the king : When bäve I injur'd thee? when done thee. I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower, wrong
'Tis time to speak, my pains are quite forgot. Or thee or thee 1-or any of your faction ? R. Mar. Out, devil! I remember them too A plague upon you all! His royal grace,
well : Whom God preserve better than you would Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower, wish !
And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury. Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing-wbile,
Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or your husBut you most trouble him with lewd.com
band king, plaints.
I was a pack-horse in his great affairs : Q. Eliz, Brother of Gloster, you mistake A weeder-out of his proud adversaries, the matter :
A liberal rewarder of his friends ; The king, of his own royal disposition,
To royalize t bis blood, I spilt my own. And not provok'd by any suitor else ;
Q. Mar. Ay, and much better blood than his, Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred,
or thine. That in your outward action shows itsell,
Glo. In all which time, you, and your bus. Against my children, brotbers, and myself,
band Grey, Makes him to send ; that thereby he may were factious for the house of Lancaster ;-gather
And, Rivers, 80 were you :-- Was not your The ground of your ill-will, and so remove it.
husband Glo. I cannot tell ;-the world is grown so In Margaret's battle at Saint Alban's slain ? bad,
Let me put in your minds, if you forget, That wrens may prey were eagles dare not What you have been ere now, and what you perch,
are ; Since every Jack + became a gentleman,
Withal, what I have been, and what I am. There's many a gentle person made a Jack. | R. Mar. A murd'rous villain, and so still Q. Eliz. Come, come, we know your mean
thout art. ing, brother Gloster;
Glo. Poor Clarence did forsake his father You envy my advancement, and my friends';
Warwick, God grant we never may have need of you ! Ay, and forswore himself,-Which Jesu par. Glo. Meantime, God grants that we have
don need of you:
Q. Mar. Which God revenge ! Our brother is imprisoned by your means, Glo. To fight on Edward's party, for the Myself disgrac'd and the nobility
crown; Held in contempt ; while great promotions And, for his meed, ý poor lord, he is mew'd y Are daily given, to ennoble those
up : That scarce, come two days since, were worth a I would to God, my heart were fint like Ed. noble. t
ward's, Q. Eliz. By Him, that rais'd me to this care. Or Edward's soft and pitiful like mine ; ful height
I am too childisb-foolish for this world. From that contented hap wbich I enjoy'd,
Q. Mar. Hie thee to hell for shamne, and I never did incense his majesty
leave this world, Against the duke of Clarence, but have been I Thou cacodæmon ? there thy kingdom is. An earnest advocate to plead for him.
Riv, My lord of Gloster, in those busy days, My lord, you do me sbameful injury,
Which here you urge, to prove us enemies, Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects. We follow'd then our lord, our lawful king : Glo. You may deny that you were not the So should we you, if you should be our king. cause
Glo. If I should be 1-1 bad rather be a of my lord Hastings' late imprisonment.
pedlar; Riv. Sbe may, my lord; for---
Far be it from my beart, the thought thereof! Glo. She may, lord Rivers 1-Why, who Q. Elis. As little joy, my lord, as you sup. knows not so ?
pose, She may do more, Sir, than denying tbat: | You should enjoy, were you this country's She may help you to many fair preferments;
king; And then deny ber aiding hand therein, As little joy you may suppose in me, And lay those honours on your high desert. That I enjoy, being the queen thereof. What may she not 1 She may,--ay, marry may Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereshe,
of; Riv. What, marry, may she ?
For I am sbe, and altogether joyless. Glo. What, marry may she ! marry with a I can no longer hold me patient. - (Advancing.
Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out
• Rude, ignorant.
A coin rated at bs. 8d.
+ Labours. I Coufined
* Make royal.
1 Lor fellow,
In sharing that which you have pill'd from let them keep it, till thy sins be ripe, me:
And then hurl down their indignation Which of you trembles not, that looks on me? On thee, the troubler of the poor world's If not, that, I being queen, you bow like sub
peace ! jects;
Tbe worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul Yet that, by you depos'd, you quake like re-Tby friends suspect for traitors while thou lis'st, bels ?
And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends! Ah! gentle villain, do not turn away!
No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, Glo. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou Unless it be while some tormenting dream in my sight?
Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils ! 0. Mar. But repetition of what thou hast I Thou elvish-mark'd, abortive, rooting bog! marrid;
Thou that wast seal'd in thy nativity That will I make, before I let thee go.
The slave of nature, and the son of hell ! Glo. Wert thou not banisbed on pain of Thou elander of thy mother's heavy womb; death!
Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins ! Q. Mar. I was ; but I do find more pain in Thou rug of honour ! Ibou detestedbanishment,
Glo. Margaret. Than death can yield me here by my abode.
Q. Mar. Richard !
Glo. Ha ?
Glo. I cry thee mercy then ; for I did think, And all the pleasures you usurp, are mine. That thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names. Glo. The curse my noble father laid on Q. Mar. Why, so I did; but look'd for uo thee,
reply. When thou didst crown his warlike brows with let me make the period to my curse. paper,
Glo. 'Tis done by me; and ends in-MargaAnd with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his
Q. Eliz. Tbus have you breath'd your curse And then, to dry them, gav'st the duke a clout,
against yourself. Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rule! Q. Mar. Poor painted queen, vain flourish of land ;
my fortune! His curses, then from bitterness of soul
| Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider, Denounc'd against thee, are all fallin upon thee: Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about And God, not we, bath plagu'd thy bloody | Fool, fool! thou whet'st a kuife to kill thyself. deed.
The day will come, that thou shalt wish for me Q. Eliz. So just is God, to right the innocent. To help thee curse this pois'nous bunch-back'd Hast. O 'twas the foulest deed to slay that
Hast. False-boding woman, end thy frantic And the most merciless, that e'er was heard of.
curse ; Riv. Tyrants themselves wept when it was Lest, to thy harm, thou move our patience. reported.
Q. Mar. Foul sbame upon you ! you have all Dors. No man but prophesied revenge for it.
mov'd mine. Buck. Northumberland, then present, wept to Riv. Were you well serv'd, you would be see it.
taught your duty. Q. Mar. What I were you snarling all, before Q. Mar. To serve me well, you all should do I came,
me duty, Ready to catch each other by the throat,
Teach me to be your queen, and you my subAnd turn you all your hatred now on me?
jects: Did York's dread curse prevail so much with o serve me well, and teach yourselves that heaven,
duty. That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, Dor. Dispute not with her, she is lunatic. Their kingdom's loss, my woeful banishment, Q. Mar. Peace, master marquis, you are maCould all but answer for that peevish brat 3
lapert: Can cuises pierce the clouds, and enter hea. Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce cur. ven
rent:t Why, then give way, dull clouds, to my quick o that your young nobility could judge, curses I
| What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable ! Though not by war, by surfeit die your king. They that stand bigh, bave inany blast to shake As our's by murder, to make him a king !
And, if they fall, they dash themselves to For Edward, my son, that was prince of Wales,
pieces. Die in his youth by like untiinely violence ! Glo. Good counsel, marry ;-learn it, learn it, Thyself a queen, for me that was a queen,
marquis. Outlive thy glory, like my wretched self!
Dor. It touches you, my lord, as much as Long may'st thou live, to wail thy children's
me. loss ;
Glo. Ay, and much more : But I was born so And see another, as I see thee now, Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stail'd in mine! Our aiery t buildeth in the cedar's top, Long die thy bappy days before thy death; And dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun. And, after many lengthen'd hours of grief,
Q. Mar. And turns the sun to shade ;-alas ! Die neither mo!her, wife, vor England's queen!
alas ! Rivers, and Dorset, you were standers by, Witness my son, now in the shade of death ; And so wast thon, lord Hastings, when iny son Whose brigbt out-shining beams tby cloudy Was stabb'd with bloody daggers; God, I pray
Hath in eternal darkness folded up,
O God, that see'st it, do not suffer it; Glo. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wi-j As it was won with blood, lost be it so ; ther'd hag.
Buck. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for Q. Mar. And leave out thee? stay, dog, for
charity. thou shalt bear me,
Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame te If heaven have any grievous plague in store,
me; Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee,
• Allading to Gloster's form and repom.
Uncharitably with me have you dealt,
And thus I clothe my naked villany And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd. With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ: My charity is outrage, life my shame,
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil. And in my shame still live my sorrow's rage! Buck. Have done, have done.
Enter two MURDERERS. Q. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I kiss thy But soft, here come my executioners.hand,
How now, my hardy, stout resolved mates! In sign of league and amity with thee :
Are you now going to despatch this thing? Now fair befall thee, and thy noble house!
i Murd. We are, my lord; and come to bave Thy garments are not spotted with our blood,
the warrant, Nor thou witbin the compass of my curse. That we may be admitted where he is.
Buck. Nor no one here; for curses never pass Glo. Well thought upon, I have it here abont The lips of those that breathe them in the air.
(Gives the Warrant. Q. Mar. I'll not believe but they ascend the When you have done, repair to Crosby-place. sky,
But, Sirs, be sudden in the execution,
For Clarence is well spoker, and, perhaps, Look, wben be fawns, he bites; and, when he May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him. bites,
1 Murd. Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand His venom tooth will rankle to the death :
to prate. Have not to do with him, beware of him ; Talkers are no good doers; be assur'd, Sin, death, and hell bave set their marks on We go to use our hands, and not our tongues. him ;
Glo. Your eyes drop mill-stones, wben fools' And all their ministers attend on him.
eyes drop tears : Glo. What doth she say, my lord of Bucking. I like you, lads :-about your business suaight; hami
Go, go, despatch. Buck. Nothing that I respect, my gracious i Murd. We will, my noble lord. (Ereunt.
lord. Q. Mar. What, dost thou scorn me for my SCENE IV.-The same.-A Room in the gentle counsel ?
Enter CLARENCE and BRAKENBURY. When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow; Brak. Why looks your grace su beavily to. And say, poor Margaret was a prophetess.
day ? Live each of you the subjects to bis hate,
Clar. Oh ! I have pass'd a miserable night, And be to yours, and all of you to God's !
So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,
[Exit. That, as I am a Christian faithful man, Hast. My hair doth stand on end to hear her I would not spend another such a night, curses.
Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days; Riv. And so doth mine; I muse, why she's so full of dismal terror was the time. at liberty.
Brak. What was your dream, my lord ? I pray Glo. I cannot blame her, by God's holy mo
you, tell me. ther;
Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the She hath had too much wrong, and I repent
Tower, My part thereof, that I have done to her.
And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy ; Q. Eliz. I never did her any, to my know. And, in my company, my brother Gloster ; ledge.
Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Glo. Yet you have all the vantage of her Upon the hatches; thence we look'd toward wrong,
England, I was too bot to do somebody good,
And cited up a thousand beavy times, That is too cold in thinking of it now.
During the wars of York and Lancaster Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid : Tbat had befall'u us. As we pac'd along He is frank'd up to fatting for bis pains ; Upon the giddy footing of the batches, God pardon them that are the cause thereof I Methought, that Gloster stumbled; and, in Riv. A virtuous and a Christian-like conclu
Struck me, that thought to stay bim, over-board, To pray for them that bave done scath 9 to us. Into the tumbling billows of the main. Glo. So do I ever, being well advis'd ;
O Lord ! methongbt, what pain it was to For had I curs'd now, I had curs'd myself.
drown 1 [Aside. What dreadful noise of water in mine ears!
| What sigbts of ugly death within mine eyes ! Enter CATESBY.
Methought, I saw a thousaud fearful wrecks ; Cates. Madam, his majesty doth call for A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon ; you,
Wedges of gold, great auchors, heaps of pearl, And for your grace,--and you, my noble lords. Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, Q. Eliz. Catesby, I come :-Lords, will you All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. go with me?
Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those Riv. Madam, we will attend upon your grace.
holes (Exeunt all but GLOSTER. Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept Glo. I do the wrong, and arst begin to brawl. (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, The secret mischiefs that I set abroach,
That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, I lay unto the grievous charge of others.
And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd Clarence,--wbom 1, indeed, have laid in dark
Brak. Had you such leisure in the time of I do beweep to many simple gulls ;
death Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham; To gaze upon these secrets of the deep? And tell them 'is the queen and ber allies,
Clar. Methought, I bad; and often did I Tbat stir the king against the duke my brother.
strive Now they believe it ; and withal whet me
To yield the ghost; hot still the envions flood To be reveng'd on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey ; Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture, To seek the empty, vast, and wand'ring air ; Tell them that God bids us do good for evil: But smother'd it within my panting bulk,
Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.
Brak. Awak'd you not with this sore agony ? | 1 Murd. No; be'll say 'twas Joue cowardly, Clar. Oh! no, my dream was lengthen'd after
when he wakes. life ;
2 Murd. Wben he wakes ! why, fool, be sball Oh! then began the tempest to my soul!
never wake until the great judgment day. I pass'd, methought the melancholy nood,
I Murd. Wby, then he'll say we stabb'd him With that grim ferryman which poets write sleepiug. of,
2 Murd. The urging of that word, judgment, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.
bath bred a kind of remorse in me. The first that there did greet my stranger i Murd. What ? art thou afraid soul,
2 Murd. Not to kill him, having a warrant Was my great father-in-law, renowned War. for it; but to be damn'd for killing him, from the wick,
which no warrant can defend me. Who cried aloud,- What scourge for perjury | 1 Murd, I thought thou had'st been resoCan this dark monarchy aford false cla- lute. rence ?
2 Murd. So I am, to let him live. And so he vanish'd : Then came wand'ring i Murd. I'll back to the duke of Gloster, and by
tell him so. A shadow like an angel, with bright hair
2 Murd. Nay, I prythee stay a little : I hope Dabbled in blood ; and he shriek'd out aloud, this holy humour of mine will change; it was Clarence is come, --false, fleeting, perjur'd wont to bold me but wbile one would tell Clarence,
twenty. That stabb'd me in the field by Tewks | 1 Murd. How dost thou feel thyself now? bury,
12 Murd. 'Faith some certain dregs of conSeize on him, furies, take him to your tor science are yet within me. ments!
I Murd. Remember our reward, when the With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends deed's done. Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears
2 Murd. Come, be dies; I had forgot the reSucb hideous cries, that, with the very noise, ward. I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after,
1 Murd. Where's thy conscience now ? Could not believe but that I was in hell ;
2 Murd. In the duke of Gloster's purse. Such terrible impression made my dream.
I Murd. So when he opens his purse to give Brak. No marvel, lord, though it affrighted us our reward, thy conscience flies out. you !
2 Murd. 'Tis no matter; let it go ; there's I am afraid, methinks to hear you tell it.
few or done will entertain it. Clar. O Brakenbury, : I have done these 1 Murd. What, if it come to thee agam things,
2 Murd. I'll not meddle with it; it is a danThat now give evidence against my soul,
gerous thing, it makes a man a coward : a man For Edward's sake; and, see, how he requites cannot steal, but it accuseth him; a man canmel
not swear, but it checks hinn; a man cannot lis O God I if my deep prayers cannot appease with his neigbboui's wife, but it detects bim : thee,
'Tis a blushing shame-fac'd spirit, that mutinies But thou wilt be aveng'd on my misdeeds, in a man's bosom ; it fills one full of obstacles : Yet execute thy wrath on me alone :
it made me once restore a purse of gold, that O spare my guiltless wife, and my poor chil by chance I found; it beggars any man, tbat dren!
keeps it: it is turned out of all towns and cities I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me;
for a dangerous thing; and every man, that My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep. means to live well, endeavours to trust to him. Brak. I will, my lord; God give your grace | self, and live without it. good rest !
1 Murd. 'Zounds, it is even now at my elbow, (CLARENCE reposes himself on a Chair. I persuading me not to kill the duke. Sorrow breaks seasons, and reposing bours
2 Murd. Take the devil in thy mind, and beMakes the night morning, and the noon-tide | lieve him not: he would insinuate with tbee, night.
but to make thee sigh. Princes have but their titles for their glories, 1 Murd. I am strong-fran'd, he cannot preAn outward honour for an inward toil;
vail with me. And for upselt imaginations,
2 Murd. Spoke like a tall • fellow, that reThey often feel a world of restless cares :
spects his reputation. Coine, shall we fall to So tbat, between their titles, and low name, work ? There's nothing differs but the outward fame. 1 Murd. Take him over the costard t with the
bilts of thy sword, and then throw him into the Enter the two MURDERERS.
malmsey-butt, in the next room.
2 Murd. O excellent device and make a cop 1 Murd. Ho! who's here!
of him. Brak. What would'st thou, fello w! and how
1 Murd. Soft I be wakes. cam'st thou bither?
2 Murd. Strike. 1 Murd. I would speak with Clarence, and I 1 Murd. No. we'll reasor with him.
came bither on my legs. Brak. What, so brief ?
Clar. Where art thou, keeper? give me a
cup of wine. 2 Murd. O Sir, 'tis better to be brief than
1 Mur. You shall have wine enough, my tedious :
lord, anon. Let bim see our commission ; talk no more.
Clar. In God's name, what art thou ? (A Paper is delivered to BRAKENBURY,
1 Murd. A man, as you are.
Clar. But not, as I am, royal. Brak. I am, in this, commanded to deliver
1 Murd. Nor you, as we are, loyal. The noble duke of Clarence to your hands I will not reason what is meant thereby,
Clar. Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are
bumble. Because I will be guiltless of the meaning.
1 Murd. My voice is now the king's, my Here are tbe keys: -there sits the duke asleep :
looks mine own. I'll to the king; and signify to him, That thus to you I have resign'd my charge.
Clar. How darkly and how deadly dost thou 1 Murd. You may, Sir ; 'tis a point of wis. Your eves do menace me : Why look you pale
speak! dom: Fare you well.
Who sent you hither Wherefore do you [Erit BRAKENBORY. 2 Murd. What, shall we stab him
as he sleeps ?
(A Paper is reads it. nded to deliver
Both Murd. To, to, to,
1 2 Murd. You are deceiv'd, your brother Clar. To murder mi?
Gloster hates you. Both Murd. Ay, ay.
Clar. Oh! no; he loves me, and he holds me Clar. You scarcely have the hearts to tell
dear : me so,
Go you to bim from me. And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it. Both Murd. Ay, so we will. Wberein, my friends, have I offended you ! Clar. Tell bim, when that our princely fa. 1 Murd. Offended us you have not, but the
ther York king.
Bless'd bis three sons with his victorious arm, Olar. I sball be reconcil'd to him again. And charg'd us from his soul to love each 2 Murd. Never, my lord ; therefore prepare
other, to die.
He little thought of this divided friendship : Clur. Are you call'd forth from out a world | Bid Gloster think on this and he will weep. of men,
1 Murd. Ay, mill-stones; as be lessou'd us To slay the innocent ? What is my offence
to weep. Where is the evidence that doth accuse me! Clar. Oh! do not slander him, for he is Wbat lawful quest • have given their verdict
1 Murd. Right, as snow in harvest. Come, U..to the frowning judget or who pronounc'd
you deceive yourself ; The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death? 'Tis he that sends us to destroy you here. Before I be convict by course of law,
Clar. It cannot be; for be bewept my for. To threaten me with death is most unlawful.
tune, I charge you, as you hope for any goodness And hugg'd ine in his arms, and swore, with By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous
That he would labour my delivery. That you depart, and lay no bands on me;
1 Murd. Why so he doth, when he delivers The deed you undertake is damnable.
you I Murd. What we will do, we do upon com- From this earth's thraldom to the joys of mand.
heaven. 2 Murd. And be, that bath commanded, is 2 Murd. Make peace with God, for you must our king.
die, my lord. Clar. Erroneous vassal! the great King of Clar. Hast thou that holy feeling in thy kings
soul, Hath in the table of his law commanded,
To counsel me to make my peace with God, That thou shalt do no murder ; Wilt thou then And art thou yet to tby own soul so blind, Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's ?
That thou wilt war with God, by murd'ring Take heed; for he holds vengeance in his hand,
me 3 To hurl upon their heads that break bis law. Ah ! Sirs, consider, he, that sent you on 2 Murd. And that same vengeance doth he To do this deed, will hate you for the deed. hurl on thee,
2 Murd. What shall we do? For false forswearing, and for murder too :
Clar. Relent, and save your souls. Thou didst receive the sacrament, to figh: 11 Murd. Relent! 'tis cowardly, and woIn quarrelt of the house of Lancaster
mapish. I Murd. And, like a traitor to the name of Clar. Not to relent, is beastly, savage, deGod,
vilish.Didst break that vow; and, with thy treacher. Which of you, if you were a prince's son, ous blade,
Being pent from liberty, as I am now,Uprip'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son. If two such murderers as yourselves caine to 2 Murd. Whom thou wast sworn to cherisb
Would not entreat for life 1 Alurd. How canst thou urge God's dreadful My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks ; law to us,
Oh I if thine eye be not a fatterer, When thou hast broke it in such dear de Come thou on my side, and entreat for me, gree
As you would beg, were you in my distress. Clar. Alas! for whose sake did I that A begging prince what beggar pities not 1 deed ?
2 Murd. Look bebind you, my lord. For Edward, for my brother, for bis sake :
1 Murd. Take that, and that ; if all this will He sends you not to murder me for this ;
(Stabs him. For in that sin he is as deep as I.
I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within. If God will be avenged for the deed,
[Erit with the body. O know you that he doth it publicly ;
2 Murd. A bloody deed, and desperately Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm;
despatch'd ! He needs no indirect nor lawless course,
How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands To cut off those that have offended him.
of this most grievous guilty murder done! · 1 Murd. Who made thee then a bloody mi nister,
Re-enter first MURDERER. When gallant-springing, brave Plantagenet, Ti Murd. How pow? what mean'st thou, that That princely novice, I was struck dead by
thou help'st me not thee 1
By heaven, the duke sball know how slack you Clar. My brother's love, the devil, and my
have been. rage.
2 Murd. I would he knew, that I had sav'd 1 Murd. Tby brother's love, our duty, and
bis brother! thy fault,
Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say ; Provoke ns bither now to slaughter thee.
For I repent me tbat the duke is slain. Clar. If you do love my brother, bate not
1 Murd. So do not 1; go, coward, as ibou I am his brother, and I love him well.
art. If you are hir'd for meed, go back again, Well, I'll go hide the body in some hole, And I will send you to my brother Gloster ; Till tbat the duke give order for bis burial : Who shall reward you better for my life,
And when I have my meed, I will away ; Than Edward will for tidings of my death.
For this will out, and then I must not stay.
(Erit, • Inquest, jury.
+ On the part. t Youth. Reward.
• Shut up.