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Devis'd impeachments to imprison him :
dam? Duch. Ay, boy. Son. I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this !
Enter Queen ELIZABETH distractedly; RIVERS,
and DORSET, following her. Q. Eliz. Ah ! who shall hinder me to wail and
Duch. What means this scene of rude impatience?
Q. Eliz. To make an act of tragick violence :Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead. Why grow the branches, when the root is gone? Why wither not the leaves, that want their sap ?If you will live, lament; if die, be brief; That our swift-winged souls may catch the king's ; Or, like obedient subjects, follow him To his new kingdom of perpetual rest.
Duch. Ah, so much interest have I in thy'sorrow,
As I had title in thy noble husband !
Son. Ah, aunt! you wept not for our father's death; How can we aid you with our kindred tears?
Daugh. Our fatherless distress was left unmoan’d, Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept !
Q. Eliz. Give me no help in lamentation,
Chil. Ah, for our father, for our dear lord Clarence!
Clarence ! Q. Eliz. What stay had I, but Edward ? and he's
gone. Chil. What stay had we, but Clarence? and he's Duch. What stays had I, but they ? and they are
gone. Q. Eliz. Was never widow, had so dear a loss. Chil. Were never orphans, had so dear a loss.
Duch. Was never mother had so dear a loss. Alas! I am the mother of these griefs ; Their woes are parcell'd,4 mine are general. She for an Edward weeps, and so do I; I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I: I for an Edward weep, so do not they :Alas! you three, on me, threefold distress'd, Pour all your tears, I am your sorrow's nurse, And I will pamper it with lamentations. Dor. Comfort, dear mother; God is much dis
take with unthankfulness his doing ;
Riv. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother,
Enter GLOSTER, BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY,
HASTINGS, RATCLIFF, and others. Glo. Sister, have comfort: all of us have cause To wail the dimming of our shining star ; But none can cure their harms by wailing them.Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy, I did not see your grace :-Humbly on my knee I crave your blessing. Duch. God bless thee; and put meekness in thy
breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!
Glo. Amen; and make me die a good old man! That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing; [Aside. I marvel, that her grace did leave it out. Buck. You cloudy princes, and heart sorrowing
peers, That bear this mutual heavy load of moan, Now cheer each other in each other's love : Though we have spent our harvest of this king, We are to reap the harvest of his son. The broken rancour of your high-swoln hearts, But lately splinted, knit, and join’d together, Must gently be preserv'd, cherishd, and kept : Me seemeth good, that, with some little train, Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be fetch'd Hither to London, to be crown'd our king. Riv. Why with some little train, my lord of Buck.
ingham? Buck. Marry, my lord, lest, by a multitude, The new-heal'd wound of malice should break out; Which would be so much the more dangerous,
By how much the estate is green, and yet ungo
vern'd: Where every horse bears his commanding rein, , And
may direct his course as please himself, 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 compáct is firm, and true, in me.
Riv. And so in me; and so, I think, in all : Yet, since 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 say, with noble Buckingham, That it is meet so few should fetch the prince.
Hast. And so say I.
Glo. Then be it so; and go we to determine Who they shall be that straight shall post to Ludlow. Madam-and you my mother,—will you go To give your censuress in this weighty business ?
[Exeunt all but BUCKINGHAM and Gloster.
Glo. My other self, my counsel's consistory,