When gallant-fpringing brave Plantagenet, Clar. If you do love my brother, hate not me: 2 Vil. You are deceiv'd, your brother Glo' fter hates you. Clar. Oh, no, he loves me, and he holds me dear : Go you to him from me. Both. Ay, fo we will. Clar. Tell him, when that our princely father York Bleft his three fons with his victorious arm, And charg'd us from his foul to love each other, He little thought of this divided friendship: Bid Glo'fter think on this, and he will weep. 1 Vil. Ay, mill-ftones; as he leflon'd us to weep. Clar. O do not flander him, for he is kind. Vil. As fnow in harvest:-you deceive yourself; 'Tis he that fends us to deftroy you here. Clar. It cannot he, for he bewept my fortune, And hugg'd me in his arms, and fwore with fobs, That he would labour my delivery. 1 Vil. Why, fo he doth, when he delivers you From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heav'n. 2 lil.Make peace with God, for you must die, my Lord. Clar. Have you that holy feeling in your foul, To counfel me to make my peace with God, And are you yet to your own fouls fo blind, That you will war with God, by murd'ring me} O Sirs, confider, they that fet you on To do this deed, will hate you for the deed, 2 Vil. What fhall we do? Clar. Relent, and fave your fouls, Which of you, if you were a Prince's fon, K 3 Being Being pent from liberty, as I am now, If two fuch murderers, as yourselves, came to you, 1 Vil. Relent? 'tis cowardly and womanish. Come thou on my fide, and intreat for me. 1 Vil. Take that, and that; if all this will not do. [Stabs him. I'll drown you in the malmfie-butt within. [Exit. 2 Vil. A bloody deed, and defp'rately dispatch'd : How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands Of this most grievous guilty murder done! Re-enter firft Villain. 1 Vil. How now? what mean'st thou, that thou help'ft By heav'n, the Duke shall know how flack you've been. 1 Vil, So do not I; go, coward, as thou art. [Exit. [Exit. ACT 1 ACT II. SCENE, the Court. Enter King Edward fuck, the Queen, Dorfet, Rivers, Haftings, Catesby, Buckingham, and Woodville. W K. ED WAR D. HY, fo; now have I done a good day's work. I every day expect an embaffage From my Redeemer to redeem me hence.. love. Riv. By heav'n, my foul is purg'd from grudging 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 King; Left he, that is the fupream King of Kings, Confound your hidden falfhood, and award Either of you to be the other's end. Haft. So profper I, as I fwear perfect love! Riv. And I, as I love Haftings with my heart! K. Edw. Madam, yourfelf is not exempt from this; Nor your fon Dorfet; Buckingham, nor you; You have been factious one against the other. Wife, love Lord Haftings, let him kifs And what you do, do it unfeignedly. your hand; Queen. There, Haftings;-I will never more remember 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, shall be inviolable. Haft. And fo fwear I. K. Ed. Now, princely Buckingham, feal thou this league With thy embracements to my wife's allies, And make me happy in your unity. Buck. When ever Buckingham doth turn his hate Upon your Grace, and not with duteous love [To the Queen. Doth cherish you and yours, God punish me [Embracing Rivers, &c. K. Edw. A pleafing cordial, princely Buckingham, Is this thy vow unto my fickly heart. There wanteth now our brother Glo'fter here, Buck. And, in good time, here comes the noble Duke. Enter Gloucefter, with Ratcliff. 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 day: Brother, we have done deeds of charity; Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, By falfe intelligence, or wrong furmife, Have aught committed that is hardly borne I hate it, and defire all good men's love. If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us : With whom my foul is any jot at odds, Queen. A holy-day fhall this be kept hereafter; Glo. Why, Madam, have I offer'd love for this, [They all fart. You do him injury to fcorn his coarse. K. Edw. Is Clarence dead? the order was revers'd. God grant, that fome leís noble, and lefs loyal, Enter Lord Stanley. Stanl. A boon, my Sov'reign, for my fervice done. |