his hate th all duteous

me

e!

RIVERS, kingham,

oble duke.

and queen;

the day:Made

18 reconcile me to his friendly peace
'Tis death to me, to be at enmity;
I hate it, and defire all good men's lo
First, madam, I entreat true peace of
Which I will purchase with my duteo
Of you, my noble coufin Buckinghan
If ever any grudge were lodg'd betwe
Of you, lord Rivers,-and lord Grey,
That all without defert have frown'd d
Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen; inde
I do not know that Englishman alive,
With whom my foul is any jot at odds
More than the infant that is born to-n
I thank my God for my humility.

2. Eliz. A holyday fhall this be kep
I would to God, all ftrifes were well c
My fovereign lord, I do befeech your
To take our brother Clarence to your

Glo. Why, madam, have I offer'd 1 To be fo flouted in this royal prefence Who knows not, that the gentle duke

You do him injury, to fcorn his corfe.
K. Edw. Who knows not, he is dead
2. Eliz. All-feeing heaven, what a v
D 4

vorfe than wretched Clarence did, urrent from fufpicion !

Enter STANLEY.

Don, my fovereign, for my service done! pr'ythee, peace; my foul is full of forrow. I not rise, unless your highness hear me. hen fay at once, what is it thou request'st. forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life; day a riotous gentleman,

ant on the duke of Norfolk.

Cave I a tongue to doom my brother's death, t tongue give pardon to a slave?

ill'd no man, his fault was thought,
unishment was bitter death.

me for him? who, in my wrath,
y feet, and bade me be advis'd?
f brotherhood? who spoke of love?
how the poor foul did forfake
Warwick, and did fight for me?
in the field at Tewksbury,
had me down, he refcu'd me,
ar brother, live, and be a king?

Who

yal,

d,

e done! of forrow.

ear me.

“equest'ft.

's life;

er's death,

it,

The precious image of our dear Redeem
You straight are on your knees for pard
And I, unjustly too, muft grant it you
But for my brother, not a man would sj
Nor I (ungracious) speak unto myself
For him, poor foul.-The proudest of
Have been beholden to him in his life;
Yet none of you would once plead for h
O God! I fear, thy juftice will take ho
and you, and mine, and yours,
Come, Hastings, help me to my closet.
Poor Clarence!

On me,

[Exeunt King, Queen, HASTINGS, R and GREY.]

Glo. This is the fruit of rafhnefs !-N How that the guilty kindred of the que Look'd pale, when they did hear of Cla O! they did urge it still unto the king: God will revenge it. Come, lords; wi To comfort Edward with our company

Buck. We wait upon your grace.

Whe

SCENE II.

The fame.

Enter the Duchefs of York, with a fon and daughter of CLARENCE.

Son. Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead?

Duch. No, boy.

Daugh. Why do you weep fo oft? and beat your And cry-O Clarence, my unhappy son !

breaft;

Son. Why do you look on us, and shake your head, And call us-orphans, wretches, cast-aways,

If that our noble father be alive?

Duch. My pretty coufins, you mistake me both; I do lament the fickness of the king,

As loath to lose him, not your father's death;

It were loft forrow, to wail one that's loft.

Son. Then, grandam, you conclude that he is dead.

The king my uncle is to blame for this:

God will revenge it; whom I will impórtune
With earnest prayers, all to that effect.

Daugh. And fo will I.

Duch. Peace, children, peace! the king doth love you well:

Incapable and fhallow innocents,

You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death.

Son. Grandam, we can: for my good uncle Glofter
Told me, the king, provok'd to't by the queen,
Devis'd impeachments to imprison him:
And when my uncle told me fo, he wept,
And pitied me, and kindly kifs'd my cheek;
Bade me rely on him, as on my father,

And he would love me dearly as his child.

Duch.

ur head,

th;

is dead.

h love you

h. Glofter

Duch

2. Eliz. Ah! who fhall hinder me To chide my fortune, and torment I'll join with black despair against m And to myself become an enemy.

Duch. What means this fcene of ru 2. Eliz. To make an act of tragich Edward, my lord, thy fon, our king Why grow the branches, when the r Why wither not the leaves, that wan If you will live, lament; if die, be That our swift-winged fouls may cat Or, like obedient fubjects, follow hi To his new kingdom of perpetual re Duch. Ah, fo much interest have As I had title in thy noble husband! I have bewept a worthy husband's de And liv'd by looking on his images : But now, two mirrors of his princel Are crack'd in pieces by malignant d And I for comfort have but one falfe That grieves me when I fee my fham Thou art a widow; yet thou art a m And haft the comfort of thy children