As yet I do not. But, as I can learn, And, for my name of George begins with G, These, as I learn, and such like toys as these, Glo. Why, this it is, when men are ruled by women. 'Tis not the king that sends you to the Tower; Was it not she, and that good man of worship, That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower; Clar. By Heaven, I think there is no man secure, The jealous, o'er-worn widow, and herself,1 Are mighty gossips in this monarchy. Brak. I beseech your graces both to pardon me; His majesty hath straitly given in charge, That no man shall have private conference, Of what degree soever with his brother. Glo. Even so? An please your worship, Brakenbury You may partake of any thing we say. We speak no treason, man.-We say, the king A bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue; Brak. With this, my lord, myself have nought to do. Glo. Naught to do with mistress Shore? I tell thee, fellow, He that doth naught with her, excepting one, Brak. What one, my lord? Glo. Her husband, knave.-Wouldst thou betray me? Brak. I beseech your grace to pardon me; and withal, Forbear your conference with the noble duke. Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey. Glo. We are the queen's abjects,' and must obey. Brother, farewell. I will unto the king; And whatsoever you will employ me in, Were it to call king Edward's widow-sister,- Mean time, this deep disgrace in brotherhood, Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well. Mean time, have patience. Clar. I must perforce; farewell. [Exeunt CLARENCE, BRAKENBURY, and Guard. Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return, Simple, plain Clarence!-I do love thee so, That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven, 1 i. e. the lowest of her subjects. This substantive is found in Psalnı xxxv. 15. 2 He means, "or else be imprisoned in your stead." To lie signified anciently to reside, or remain in a place. If heaven will take the present at our hands. Enter HASTINGS. Hast. Good time of day unto my gracious lord! Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain ! Well are you welcome to this open air. How hath your lordship brooked imprisonment? Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence too; For they, that were your enemies, are his, And have prevailed as much on him, as you. Hast. More pity that the eagle should be mewed, While kites and buzzards prey at liberty. Glo. What'news abroad? Hast. No news so bad abroad as this at home; The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy, And his physicians fear him mightily. Glo. Now, by saint Paul, this news is bad indeed. O, he hath kept an evil diet long, And over-much consumed his royal person; 'Tis very grievous to be thought upon. What, is he in his bed? Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you. [Exit HASTINGS. He cannot live, I hope; and must not die Till George be packed with post-horse up to heaven. Clarence hath not another day to live; Which done, God take king Edward to his mercy, For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter.1 1 Lady Anne, the betrothed widow of Edward prince of Wales. See King Henry VI. Part III. What though I killed her husband and her father? By marrying her, which I must reach unto. Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives and reigns; SCENE II. The same. Another Street. [Exit. Enter the corpse of KING HENRY THE SIXTH, borne in an open coffin, Gentlemen bearing halberds, to guard it; and LADY Anne as mourner. Anne. Set down, set down your honorable load,— If honor may be shrouded in a hearse,— Whilst I awhile obsequiously lament The untimely fall of virtuous LancasterPoor key-cold1 figure of a holy king! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost, To hear the lamentations of poor Anne, Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughtered son, Stabbed by the self-same hand that made these wounds! Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life, 1 A key, on account of the coldness of the metal of which it is composed, was often employed to stop any slight bleeding. The epithet is common to many old writers. Or any creeping venomed thing that lives! May fright the hopeful mother at the view; If ever he have wife, let her be made. Than I am made by my young lord and thee !— Come, now, toward Chertsey with your holy load, And, still as you are weary of the weight, [The bearers take up the corpse, and advance. Enter GLOSTER. Glo. Stay you, that bear the corse, and set it down. Anne. What black magician conjures up this fiend, To stop devoted, charitable deeds? Glo. Villains, set down the corse; or, by saint Paul, I'll make a corse of him that disobeys. 1 Gent. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass. Glo. Unmannered dog! stand thou when I com mand: Advance thy halberd higher than my breast, [The bearers set down the coffin. Thou hadst but power over his mortal body; For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell, |