een's kindred are made gentlefolks : u, fir? can you deny all this? ith this, my lord, myself have nought to do. ght to do with mistress Shore? I tell thee, low, h naught with her excepting one, o do it fecretly, alone. hat one, my lord? husband, knave :-Would'ft thou betray me? efeech your grace to pardon me; and withal, r conference with the noble duke. e know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will ey. are the queen's abjects, and must obey. e'er you will employ me in,— this deep difgrace in brotherhood, 1, your imprisonment shall not be long; I will Enter HASTINGS Haft. Good time of day unto my Glo. As much unto my good lord Well are you welcome to this open a How hath your lordship brook'd imp Haft. With patience, noble lord, But I fhall live, my lord, to give th That were the cause of my imprison Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and fo For they, that were your enemies, a And have prevail'd as much on him, Haft. More pity, that the cagle fh While kites and buzzards prey at li Glo. What news abroad? Haft. No news fo bad abroad, as t Glo. Now, by faint Paul, this new marry I kill'd her husband, and her father? way to make the wench amends, e her husband, and her father: ll I; not all fo much for love, er fecret clofe intent, her, which I must reach unto. before my harfe to market: breathes; Edward still lives, and reigns; re gone, then must I count my gains. [Exit. SCENE II. The fame. Another Street. pfe of King HENRY the Sixth, borne in an Gentlemen bearing halberds, to guard it; and E as mourner. down, fet down your honourable load,→ y fall of virtuous Lancaster.- Pale Curfed the blood, that let this bloo [The bearers take up t Enter GLOSTE Glo. Stay you, that bear the corfe Anne. What black magician conju To stop devoted charitable deeds? B 4 es cannot endure the devil.dreadful minister of hell! ut power over his mortal body, canft not have; therefore, be gone. aint, for charity, be not so cursft. devil, for God's fake, hence, and trouble t; nade the happy earth thy hell, urfing cries, and deep exclaims. t to view thy heinous deeds, ttern of thy butcheries : fee, fee! dead Henry's wounds ■geal'd mouths, and bleed afresh!thou lump of foul deformity; efence that exhales this blood empty veins, where no blood dwells; uman, and unnatural, deluge moft unnatural. - this blood mad'ft, revenge his death! this blood drink'ft, revenge his death! , with lightning strike the murderer dead, e open wide, and eat him quick; wallow up this good king's blood, -govern'd arm hath butchered! Glo. |