I'll tell you what, I think, it is our way, Brak. I beseech your Graces both to pardon me; Glo. Even so? and please your Worship, Brakenbury, You may partake of any thing we say: A bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue; Brak. With this, my Lord, myself have nought Glo. Naught to do with mistress Shore! I tell He that doth naught with her, excepting one, Glo. Her husband, knave: - Would'st thou 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; ter, I will perform it, to enfranchise you, Mean time, this deep disgrace in brotherhood, Clar, I know, it pleaseth neither of us well. Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long; I will deliver you, or else lie for you; 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, 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 brook'd imprisonment? Hast. With patience, noble Lord, as prisoners must: But I shall live, my Lord, to give them thanks, That were the cause of my imprisonment. Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence too; For they, that were your enemies, are his, While kites and buzzards prey at liberty. 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 consum'd his royal person; "Tis very grievous to be thought upon. What, is he in his bed? Hast. He is. Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you. [Exit HASTINGS. He cannot live, I hope; and must not die, Till George be pack'd with posthorse up to heaven. I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence, Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy, And leave the world for me to bustle in! For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter; What though I kill'd her husband, and her father? The readiest way to make the wench amends, to become her husband, and her father: Is The which will I; not all so much for love, By marrying her, which I must reach unto. Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives, and reigus; When they are gone, then must I count my gains. SCENE II. The same. Another Street. [Exit. Enter the corpse of King Henry the Sixth, borne in an open coffin, Gentlemen bearing hal berds, to guard it; and Lady Anne as mourner. Anne. Set down, set down your honourable load, If honour may be shrouded in a hearse, Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life, Cursed the blood, that let this blood from hence! 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, Taken from Paul's to be interred there; 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. Unmanner'd dog! stand thou when I com→ mand: Advance thy halberd higher than my breast, |