For in that sin he is as deep as I. If God will be avenged for the deed, 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, 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 York 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; 9 - 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? 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,- My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks; Come thou on my side, and entreat for me, As 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 do, [Stabs him. [Exit, with the Body. I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within. 2 Murd. A bloody deed, and desperately de spatch'd! How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands 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 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 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. ACT II. 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: From my 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 hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love. Hast. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like! Lest he, that is the supreme King of kings, Hast. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love! Nor your son Dorset,-Buckingham, nor you;— 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, 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 Be he unto me! this do I beg of heaven, [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, 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, Glo. A blessed labour, my most sovereign liege.Among this princely heap, if any here, By false intelligence, or wrong surmise, 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.- If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us;- That all without desert have frown'd on me;- |