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Unto the frowning judge? or who pronounc'd
1 Murd. What we will do, we do upon command. 2 Murd. And he, that hath commanded, is our
i Murd. And, like a traitor to the name of God, Didst break that vow; and, with thy treacherous
blade, Unrip'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son. 2 Murd. Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and
defend. 1 Murd. How canst thou urge God's dreadful law
When thou hast broke it in such dear® degree?
Clar. Alas! for whose sake did I that ill deed? For Edward, for my brother, for his sake: He sends you not to murder me for this;
dear -] This is a word of mere enforcement, and very frequently occurs, with different shades of meaning, in our author.
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 you better for my life, 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: Go you
to him from me. Both Murd.
Ay, so we will.
1 Murd. Ay, mill-stones; as he lesson'd us to weep.
deceive yourself; '— 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, if 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 in my distress. A begging prince what beggar pities not?
2 Murd. Look behind you, my lord. . i 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
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,
Redeemer to redeem me hence;
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!
you to be the other's end.
heart! K. Edw. Madam, yourself are not exempt in
your 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
Hast. And so swear I. Embraces DORSET.
Buck. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate Upon your grace, [To the Queen.] but with all du