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For in that sin he is as deep as I.
1 Murd. Who made thee then a bloody minister, When gallant-springing, brave Plantagenet, That princely novice,' was struck dead by thee?
Clar. My brother's love, the devil, and my rage. 1 Murd. Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy
fault, Provoke us hither now to slaughter 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 send you to my brother Gloster; Who shall reward
better for Than Edward will for tidings of my
death. 2 Murd. You are deceiv’d, your brother Gloster
Clar. O, no; he loves me, and he holds me dear :
Ay, so we will
1 Murd. Ay, mill-stones; as he lesson'd us to weep.
springing, Plantagenet,] Blooming Plantagenet; a prince in the spring of life.
novice,] Youth; one yet new to the world.
'Tis he that sends us to destroy you here. .
Clar. It cannot be; for he bewept my fortune, And hugg'd me in his arms, and swore, with sobs, That he would labour my delivery.
1 Murd. Why, so he doth, when he delivers you From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven. 2 Murd. Make peace with God, for you must
die, my lord. Clar. Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul, To counsel me to make my peace with God,, And art thou yet to thy own soul so blind, That thou wilt war with God, by murdering me?Ah, sirs, consider, he, that set you on To do this deed, will hate you for the deed.
2 Murd. What shall we do? Clar.
Relent, and save your souls. 1 Murd. Relent! 'tis cowardly, and womanish.
Clar. Not to relent, is beastly, savage, devilish.Which of
you were a prince's son, Being pent from liberty, as I am now,If two such murderers as yourselves came to you, — Would not entreat for life? My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks; o, if thine eye be not a flatterer, Come thou on my side, and entreat for me, As you would beg, were you
distress. A begging prince what beggar pities not?
2 Murd. Look behind you, my lord. 1 Murd. Take that, and that; if all this will not do,
[Stabs him. I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within.
[Exit, with the Body. 2 Murd. A bloody deed, and desperately de
spatch’d! How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands Of this most grievous guilty murder done!
Re-enter first Murderer. 1 Murd. How now? what mean'st thou, that thou
help'st me not? By heaven, the duke shall know how slack
have been. 2 Murd. I would he knew, that I had sav'd his
brother! Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say; For I repent me that the duke is slain. [Exit.
1 Murd. So do not I; go, coward, as thou art.Well, I'll go hide the body in some hole, Till that the duke give order for his burial: And when I have my meed, I will away; For this will out, and then I must not stay. (Exit.
SCENE I. The same.
A Room in the Palace.
Enter King EDWARD, (led in sick,) Queen ELIZA
Beth, DORSET, Rivers, Hastings,BUCKINGHAM,
• Dissemble not your hatred,] i. e. do not gloss it over.
Riv. By heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging
Hast. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like!
your hidden falsehood, and award Either of you to be the other's end.
Hast. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love!
heart! K. Edw. Madam, yourself are not exempt in
hand; And what you do, do it unfeignedly. Q. Eliz. There, Hastings;-I will never more
remember Our former hatred, so thrive I, and mine! K. Edw. Dorset, embrace him,-Hastings, love
lord marquis. Dor. This interchange of love, I here protest, Upon my part shall be inviolable. Hast. And so swear I. [Embraces DORSET. K. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou
this league 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, [To the Queen.] but with all du
Be he unto me! this do I beg of heaven,
[Embracing Rivers, &c.
Enter GLOSTER. Glo. 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
Glo. A blessed labour, my most sovereign liege.-
you, Which I will purchase with my duteous service;Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham, If ever any grudge were lodg’d between us ;Of you, lord Rivers,—and lord Grey, of you,That all without desert have frown'd on me;Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen; indeed, of all. I do not know that Englishman alive,