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For in that sin he is as deep as I.

If God will be avenged for the deed,
O, know you, that he doth it publickly;
Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm;
He needs no indirect nor lawless course,

To cut off those that have offended him.

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

hates you.

Clar. O, no; he loves me, and he holds me dear: Go you to him from me.

Both Murd.

Ay, so we will.

Clar. Tell him, when that our princely father


Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm, And charg'd us from his soul to love each other, He little thought of this divided friendship: Bid Gloster think on this, and he will weep. 1 Murd. Ay, mill-stones; as he lesson'd us to weep. Clar. O, do not slander him, for he is kind. 1 Murd. Right, as snow in harvest.-Come, you 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

die, my lord.

you must

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?


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,
you would beg, were you in my distress.


A begging prince what beggar pities not?

2 Murd. Look behind you, my lord.

1 Murd. Take that, and that; if all this will not


[Stabs him.

[Exit, with the Body.

I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within.

2 Murd. A bloody deed, and desperately de


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 you have


2 Murd. I would he knew, that I had sav'd his


Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say;

For I repent me that the duke is slain.


1 Murd. So do not I; go, coward, as thou art.— Well, 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 ELIZAbeth, Dorset, RIVERS, HASTINGS, BUCKINGHAM, GREY, and Others.

K. Edw. Why, so:-now have I done a good day's work;

You peers, continue this united league:
I every day expect an embassage

From my Redeemer to redeem me hence;
And more in peace my soul shall part to heaven,
Since I have made my friends at peace on earth.
Rivers, and Hastings, take each other's hand;
Dissemble not your hatred,2 swear your

• Dissemble not your hatred,] i. e. do not gloss it over.

Riv. By heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging


And with my hand I seal my true heart's love.

Hast. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like!
K. Edw. Take heed, you dally not before your

Lest he, that is the supreme King of kings,
Confound your hidden falsehood, and award
Either of you to be the other's end.

Hast. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love!
Riv. And I, as I love Hastings with my heart!
K. Edw. Madam, yourself are not exempt in

Nor your son Dorset,-Buckingham, nor you;—
You have been factious one against the other.
Wife, love lord Hastings, let him kiss 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 lord marquis.

Dor. This interchange of love, I here protest, Upon my part shall be inviolable.

Hast. And so swear I.

[Embraces DORset.

K. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou this league

With thy embracements to my wife's allies,
And make me happy in your unity.

Buck. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate Upon your grace, [To the Queen.] but with all du

teous love

Doth cherish you, and yours, God punish me
With hate in those where I expect most love!
When I have most need to employ a friend,
And most assured that he is a friend,
Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile,

Be he unto me! this do I beg of heaven,
When I am cold in love, to you, or yours.

[Embracing RIVERS, Sc. K. Edw. A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham,

Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart.

There wanteth now our brother Gloster here,
To make the blessed period of this peace.

Buck.. And, in good time, here comes the noble duke.

Enter GLOSter.

Glo. Good-morrow to my sovereign king, and queen;

And, princely peers, a happy time of day!

K. Edw. Happy, indeed, as we have spent the day:

Brother, we have done deeds of charity;

Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate,
Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.

Glo. A blessed labour, my most sovereign liege.Among this princely heap, if any here,

By false intelligence, or wrong surmise,
Hold me a foe;

If I unwittingly, or in my rage,

Have aught committed that is hardly borne

By any in this presence, I desire

To reconcile me to his friendly peace:

"Tis death to me, to be at enmity;

I hate it, and desire all good men's love.-
First, madam, I entreat true peace of you,
Which I will purchase with my duteous service;-
Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham,

If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us;-
Of you, lord Rivers, and lord Grey, of you,-

That all without desert have frown'd on me;-
Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen; indeed, of all.
I do not know that Englishman alive,

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