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Glo. Her husband, knave :-Would'st 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 whatsoe'er you will employ me in, Were it to call king Edward's widow, lister, I will perform it, to enfranchise you. Mean time, this deep disgrace in brotherhood, Touches me deeper than

you can imagine. Clar. I know, it pleaseth neither of us well.

Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long; I will deliver you, or else lye for you: Mean time, have patience. Clar. I must perforce ; farewell.

(Exeunt Brakenbury and Clarence, 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,

the queen's abjets -] That is, not the queen's fubje&ts, whom the might protect, but her aheas, whom the drives eway. Johnson.

Were it to call king Edrward's widow, filter, ] This is a very covert and subtle manner of insinuating treason. The natural expression would have been, were it king Edward's wife, fiper. I will folieit for you, though it should be at the expence of so much degradation and constraint, as to own the low-born wife of king Edward for a fifter. But by flipping, as it were casually, widozu into the place of wife, he tempts Clarence with an oblique proposal to kill the king. Johnson.

King Edward's widor is, I believe, only an expression of contempt, meaning the widow Gray, whom Edward had thought proper to make his queen. He has just before called her, the jealous p'erwern widow. STEEVENS.



If heaven will take the present at our hands.
-But who comes here? the new.deliver'd Hastings?

Enter Lord Hastings.
Hoft. Good time of day unto my gracious lord !
Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain!
Well are you welcome to the open air,
How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment?

Hajt. With patience, noble lord, as pris’ners 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 fhall Clarence

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For they, that were your enemies, are his,
And have prevaild as much on him, as you.

Haft. More pity, that the eagle should be mew'd, 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 faint Paul,' that 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.
Where is he, in his bed ?

Haft. 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 post-horse up to heaven. I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence, With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments; And, if I fail not in my deep intent,

7 Now, by faint Paul,

Now, by faint John,

] The folio reads,



Clarence hath not another day to live :
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 youngeit daughter :
What though I kill'd her husband, and her father?
The readiest way to make the wench amends,
Is to become her husband and her father:
The which will I; not all so much for love,
As for another secret close intent,
By marrying her, which I must reach unto.
--But yet I run before my horse to market :
Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives, and reigns;
When they are gone, then must I count my gains.

[Exit. SCENE II.

Anoiber Street,

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Enter the coarse of Henry the fixth, with balberds to

guard it, Lady Anne being the mourner. Anne. Set down, ser down your honourable load, If honour may be shrouded in a hearse, Whilft I awhile obsequiously lament The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster. -Poor key-cold 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 Naughter'd fon; Stabb’d by the self-fame hand, that made these

wounds. Lo, in, these windows, that let forth thy life,


obfequiously lament] Obsequious, in this instance means funereal. So in Hamlet, A& I. Śc. 2. To do obfequious forrow.


I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes :-
o cursed be the hand that made these holes !
Cursed the heart, that had the heart to do it!
Cursed the blood, that let this blood from hence!
More direful hap beride that hated wretch,
That makes us wretched by the death of thee,
Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads,
Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives!
If ever he have child, abortive be it,
Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,
Whose ugly and unnatural aspect
May fright the hopeful mother at the view;
And that be heir to his unhappiness!
If ever he have wife, let her be made
More miserable by the death of him,
Thạn I am made by my young lord and thee!m

-Come, now towards Chertsey with your holy load,
Taken from Paul's to be interred there :
And still, as you are weary of this weight,
Rest you, while I lament king Henry's coarse.

Enter Richard.
Glo. Stay you, that bear the coarse, and set it down.

Anne. Whạt black magician conjures up this fieng, To stop devoted charitable deeds?

Glo. Villains, fet down the coarse, or, by faint Paul, I'll make a coarse of him that disobeys.'

Gen. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass.
Glo. Unmanner'd dog! stand thou when I com-

Advance thy halberd higher than my breast,
Or, by faint Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot,
And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness.

Anne. What, do you tremble ? are you all.afraid?

? I'll make a coarse of him ibat disobeys.) So in Hamlet,

I'll make a ghost of him that lets me. JOHNSON.


Alas, I blame you not, for you are mortal,
And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.
-Avant, thou dreadful minister of hell!
Thou had'st but power over his mortal body,
His foul thou canst not have ; therefore be gone.

Glo. Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst.
Anne. Foul devil! for God's sake, hence, and

trouble us not,
For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell,
Fill'd it with cursing cries, and deep exclaims.
If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,
Behold this pattern of thy butcheries :-
Oh, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds
Open their congeald mouths, and bleed afresh !
Blush, blum, thou lump of foul deformity;
For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood
From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells.
Thy deeds inhuman and unnatural,
Provoke this deluge most unnatural. -
O God! which this blood inad'st, revenge his death!
O earth! which this blood drink'st, revenge his death!
Either heaven, with lightning strike the murtherer

Or earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick;
As thou doft swallow up this good king's blood,
Which his hell-governd arm hath butchered !

Glo. Lady, you know no rules of charity,
Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.

i-pattern of thy butcheries :] Pattern is infiance, or example.

JOHNSON. -fee, dead Henry's wounds,

Open their congeal'd mouths, und bleed afrib.] It is a tradition very generally received, that the murdered body bleeds on the touch of the murderer. This was so much believed by fir Kenelm Digby, that he has endeavoured to explain the réafon. JOHNSON.


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