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With Heaven, her conscience, and these bars against Stan. I do beseech you, either not believe me,

The envious slanders of her false accusers ; And I no friends to back my suit withal,

Or, if she be accus'd on true report, But the plain devil and dissembling looks, Bear with her weakness, which, I think, proceeds And yet to win her, - all the world to nothing ! From wayward sickness, and no grounded malice. Ha!

Q. Elis. Saw you the king to-day, my lord of Hath she forgot already that brave prince,

Stanley ? Edward, her lord, whom I some three months since, Stan. But now the duke of Buckingham, and I, Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury ? Are come from visiting his majesty. A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,

Q. Eliz. What likelihood of his amendment, Fram'd in the prodigality of nature,

lords? Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal,- Buck. Madam, good hope; his grace speaks The spacious world cannot again afford :

cheerfully. And will she yet abase her eyes on me,

Q. Eliz. God grant him health! Did you confer That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince,

with him ? And made her widow to a woful bed ?

Buck. Ay, madam, he desires to make atonement On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety ? Between the duke of Gloster and your brothers, On me, that halt, and am misshapen thus ?

And between them and my lord chamberlain ; My dukedom to a beggerly denier 8,

And sent to warn them to his royal presence. I do mistake my person all this while :

Q. Eliz. Would all were well! But that will Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot,

never be ;Myself to be a marvellous proper man.

I fear, our happiness is at the height. I'll be at charges for a looking glass;

Enter Gloster, Hastings, and Dorset. And entertain

a score or two of tailors, To study fashions to adorn my body;

Glo. They do me wrong, and I will not endure Since I am crept in favour with myself,

it. I will maintain it with some little cost.

Who are they, that complain unto the king, But, first, I'll turn yon' fellow in his grave;

That I, forsooth, am stern, and love them not? And then return lamenting to my love.

By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly, Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass,

That fill his ears with sucb dissentious rumours. That I may see my shadow as I passa (Exit. Because I cannot flatter, and speak fair,

Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, SCENE III. · A room in the Palace.

Duck with French nods, and apish courtesy,

I must be held a rancorous enemy.
Enter Queen ELIZABETH, LORD Rivers, and Cannot a plain man live, and think no harm,
LORD GREY.

But thus his simple truth must be abus'd
Riv. Have patience, madam; there's no duubt, By silken, sły, insinuating Jacks?
his majesty

Grey. To whom in all this presence speaks your Will soon recover his accustom'd health.

grace? Grey. In that you brook it ill, it makes him Glo. To thee, that hast nor honesty, nor grace.

When have I injur'd thee? when done thee wrong? Therefore, for heaven's sake, entertain good comfort, Or thee? - or thee? — or any of your faction? And cheer his grace with quick and merry words. A plague upon you all! His royal grace, Q. Eliz. If he were dead, what would betide of whom God preserve better than you would wish! me?

Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing-while, Grey. No other harm but loss of such a lord. But you must trouble him with rude complaints. Q. Eliz. The loss of such a lord includes all harms. Q. Elix. Brother of Gloster, you mistake the Grey. The heavens have bless'd you with a

matter : goodly son,

The king, of his own royal disposition, To be your comforter, when he is gone.

And not provok'd by any suitor else : Q. Éliz. Ah, he is young; and his minority Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred, Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloster,

That in your outward action shows itself, A man that loves not me, nor none of you.

Against my children, brothers, and myself, Riv. Is it concluded, he shall be protector? Makes him to send; that thereby he may gather

Q. Eliz. It is determin'd, not concluded yet : The ground of your ill-will, and so remove it. But so it must be, if the king miscarry.

Glo. I cannot tell; - The world is grown so bad,

That wrens may prey where eagles dare not perch, Enter BUCKINGHAM and STANLEY.

Since every Jack 9 became a gentleman, Grey. Here come the lords of Buckingham and There's many a gentle person made a Jack. Stanley.

Q. Eliz. Come, come, we know your meaning, Buck. Good time of day unto your royal grace!

brother Gloster: Stan. Heaven make your majesty joyful as you You envy my advancement, and my friends ; have been !

Heaven grant, we never may have need of you ! Q. Eliz. The countess Richmond, good my lord Gio. Meantime, heaven grants that we have need of Stanley,

of you! To your good prayer will scarcely say

Our brother is imprison'd by your means,
Yet, Stanley, notwithstanding she's your wife, Myself disgrac'd, and the nobility
And loves not me, be you, good lord, assur'd, Held in contempt; while great promotions
I hate not you for her proud arrogance.

Are daily given, to ennoble those
8 A small French coin,

# Low fellow,

worse :

amen.

That scarce, some two days since, were worth a Glo. To fight on Edward's party, for the crown; noble. 1

And, for his meed, poor lord, he is mew'd up: R. Eliz. By him that rais'd me to this careful | I would to heaven, my heart were flint like Ed. height

ward's, From that contented hap which I enjoy'd, Or Edward's soft and pitiful, like mine; I never did incense his majesty

I am too childish-foolish for this world. Against the duke of Clarence, but have been

Q. Mar. Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave An earnest advocate to plead for him.

this world. My lord, you do me shameful injury,

Riv. My lord of Gloster, in those busy days, Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects.

Which here you urge to prove us enemies, Glo. You may deny that you were not the cause We follow'd then our lord, our lawful king ; Of my lord Hastings' late imprisonment.

So should we you, if you should be our king. Riv. She may, my lord; for

Glo. If I should be? - I had rather be a pedlar. Glo. She may, lord Rivers ? — why, who knows Far be it from my heart, the thought thereof! not so?

Q. Eliz. As little joy, my lord, as you suppose She may do more, sir, than denying that :

You should enjoy, were you this country's king ; She may help you to many fair preferments ; As little joy you may suppose in me, And then deny her aiding hand therein,

That I enjoy, being the queen thereof. And lay those honours on your high desert.

Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof; What may she not? She may, — ay, marry may For I am she, and altogether joyless. she.

I can no longer hold me patient. [ Advancing Riv. Wbat, marry, may she?

Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out Glo. What, marry, may she ? marry with a king, In sharing that which you have pill'd 3 from me : A bachelor, a handsome stripling too:

Which of you trembles not, that looks on me: I wis !, your grandam had a worser match. If not, that I being queen, you bow like subjects

Q. Eliz. My lord of Gloster, I have too long boine | Yet that, by you depos’d, you quake like rebels ? Your blunt upbraidings, and your bitter scoffs : Ah, gentle villain, do not turn away! By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty,

Glo. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou in Of those gross taunts I often have endur'd.

my sight? I had rather be a country servant-maid,

Q. Mar. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd; Than a great queen with this condition

That will I make, before I let thee go. To be so baited, scorn'd, and stormed at :

Glo. Wert thou not banished on pain of death? Small joy have I in being England's queen.

Q. Mar. I was; but I do find more pain in

banishment, Enter QUEEN MARGARET, behind.

Than death can yield me here by my abode. Q. Mar. And lessen'd be that small, God, I be- A husband, and a son, thou ow'st to me, seech thee!

And thou, a kingdom ; – all of you, allegiance : Thy honour, state, and seat, is due to me.

This sorrow that I have, by right is yours; Glo. What? threat you me with telling of the And all the pleasures you usurp are mine. king?

Glo. The curse my noble father laid on thee, Tell him, and spare not: look, what I have said When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper, I will avouch, in presence of the king:

And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes ; I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower.

And then, to dry them, gav'st the duke a clout, 'Tis time to speak, my pains are quite forgot. Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland ;

Q. Mar. Out, devil! I remember them too well : His curses, then from bitterness of soul Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower, Denounc'd against thee, are all fall’n upon thee; And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury. And God, not we, hath plagu'd thy bloody deed. Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or your husband Q. Eliz. So just is God, to right the innocent. king,

Hast. 0, 'twas the foulest deed to slay that babe, I was a pack-horse in his great affairs;

And the most merciless, that e'er was heard of. A weeder-out of his proud adversaries,

Riv. Tyrants themselves wept when it was reA liberal rewarder of his friends;

ported. To royalize his blood, I spilt mine own.

Dors. No man but prophesied revenge for it. Q. Mar. Ay, and much better blood than his, or Buck. Northumberland, then present, wept to see it. thine.

Q. Mar. What! were you snarling all, before I Glo. In all which time, you, and your husband

came, Grey,

Ready to catch each other by the throat, Were factious for the house of Lancaster ?

And turn you all your hatred now on me? And, Rivers, so were you : - Was not your hus. Did York's dread curse prevail so much with heaven, band

That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, In Margaret's battle at Saint Alban's slain?

Their kingdom's loss, my woful banishment, Let me put in your minds, if you forget,

Could all but answer for that peevish brat? What you have been ere now, and what you are ; Can curses pierce the clouds, and enter heaven? Withal, what I have been, and what I am.

Why, then give way, dull clouds, to my quick Q. Mar. A murd'rous villain, and so still thou art.

curses ! Glo. Poor Clarence did forsake his father War- Though not by war, by surfeit die your king, wick,

As ours by murder, to make him a king ! Ay, and forswore himself, — Which Jesu pardon !

Edward, thy son, that now is prince of Wales, Q. Mar. Which God revenge !

For Edward, my son, that was prince of Wales, I A coin rated at 68. 8d. 2 Think,

3 Pillaged

Die in his youth, by like untimely violence !

Glo. Good counsel, marry; - learn it, learn it, Thyself a queen, for me that was a queen,

marquis. Outlive thy glory like my wretched self!

Durs. It touches you, my lord, as much as me. Long mayst thou live, to wail thy children's loss; Glo. Ay, and much more : But I was born so high, And see another, as I see thee now,

Our aiery 6 buildeth in the cedar's top, Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stallid in mine! And dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun. Long die thy happy days before thy death ;

Q. Mar. And turns the sun to shade; - alas! And after many lengthen'd hours of grief,

alas! Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen! Witness my son, now in the shade of death ; Rivers, — and Dorset, — you were standers by, Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath And so wast thou, lord Hastings, — when my son Hath in eternal darkness folded up. Was stabb’d with bloody daggers; God, I pray him, Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest : That none of you may live your natural age, O God, that seest it, do not suffer it; But by some unlook'd accident cut off!

As it was won with blood, lost be it so ! Glo. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'd Buck. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charity. hag.

Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me; Q. Mar. And leave out thee? stay, dog, for thou Uncharitably with me have you dealt, shalt hear me.

And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd. If heaven have any grievous plague in store, My charity is outrage, life my shame, Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee, And in my shame still live my sorrow's rage! 0, let them keep it, till thy sins be ripe,

Buck. Have done, have done. And then hurl down their indignation

Q. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I kiss thy hand, On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace ! In sign of league and amity with thee : The worm of conscience still be-gnaw thy soul ! Now fair befall thee, and thy noble house! Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st, Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends! Nor thou within the compass of my curse. No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine,

Buck. Nor no one here; for curses never pass Unless it be while some tormenting dream

The lips of those that breathe them in the air. Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils !

Q. Mar. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky Thou elvish mark'd, abortive, rooting hog! O Buckingham, beware of yonder dog ; Thou that wast seal'd in thy nativity

Look, when he fawns, he bites; and, when he bites, The slave of nature, and the son of hell !

His venom tooth will rankle to the death : Thou rag of honour ! thou detested

Have not to do with him, beware of him ; Glo. Margaret.

Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him ; Q. Mar. Richard !

And all their ministers attend on him ; Glo.

Ha?

Glo. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham? Q. Mar.

I call thee not. Buck. Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord. Glo. I cry thee mercy then; for I did think, Q. Mar. What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle Tl:at thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names.

counsel? Q. Mar. Why, so I did ; but look'd for no reply, And soothe the devil that I warn thee from? 0, let me make the period to my curse.

O, but remember this another day, Glo. 'Tis done by me; and ends in — Margaret. When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow; Q. Eliz. Thus have you breath'd your curse And say, poor Margaret was a prophetess. against yourself.

Live each of you the subjects to his hate, Q. Mar. Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my And he to yours, and all of you to God's! [Erit. fortune!

Hast. My hair doth stand on end to hear her Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spidero, Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about ?

Riv. And so doth mine; I muse 7, why she's at Fool, fool! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself.

liberty. The day will come, that thou shalt wish for me Glo. I cannot blame her, To help thee curse this pois’nous hunch-back'd toad. She hath had too much wrong, and I repent

Hast. False-boding woman, end thy frantick curse; My part thereof, that I have done to her. Lest, to thy harm, thou move our patience.

Q. Eliz. I never did her any, to my knowledge. Q. Mar. Foul shame upon you! you have all Glo. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong. mov'd mine.

I was too hot to do some body good, Rw. Were you well serv'd, you would be taught That is too cold in thinking of it now. your duty.

Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid ; Q. Mar. To serve me well, you all should do me He is frank'd 8 up to fatting for his pains ; duty,

Heaven pardon them that are the cause thereof ! Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects : Riv. A virtuous and a christian-like conclusion, O, serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty. To pray for them that have done scath 9 to us.

Dors. Dispute not with her, she is lunatick. Glo. So do I ever, being well advis’d; —

Q. Mar. Peace, master marquis, you are malapert: For had I curs'd now, I had curs'd myself. [Aside. Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current 5 :

Enter CATESBY.
O, that your young nobility could judge,
What 'twere to lose it and be miserable!

Cates. Madam, his majesty doth call for you, They that stand high, have many blasts to shake them; And for your grace, - and you, my noble lords. And, if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.

Q. Eliz. Catesby, I come; — Lords, will you go

with me?
Alluding to Gloster's form and venom,
* He was just created marquis of Dorset.

curses.

4

# Put in a sty.

6 Nest

7 Wonder.

9 Harm,

me :

Riv. Madam, we will attend upon your grace. What sights of ugly death within mine eyes !

[Exeunt all but GLOSTER. Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; Glo. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. A thousand men, that fishes knaw'd upon; The secret mischiefs that I set abroach,

Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, I lay unto the grievous charge of others.

Inestimable stoncs, unvalu'd jewels, Clarence, — whom I, indeed, have laid in dark- All scattered in the bottom of the sea. ness, —

Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes I do beweep to many simple gulls;

Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham; (As 't were in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems, And tell them — 'tis the queen, and her allies, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, That stir the king against the duke my brother. And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by. Now they believe it; and withal whet me

Brak. Had you such leisure in the time of death, To be reveng'd on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: To gaze upon these secrets of the deep ? But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture, Clar. Methought, I had ; and often did I strive Tell them — that God bids us do good for evil : To yield the ghost : but still the envious food And thus I clothe my naked villainy

Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth
With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ, To seek the empty, vast, and wand'ring air ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil. But smother'd it within my panting bulk,

Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.
Enter two Murderers.

Brak. Awak'd you not with this sore agony ? But soft, here come my executioners.

Clar. O, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life; How now, my hardy, stout resolved mates? 0, then began the tempest to my soul! Are you now going to despatch this thing ?

I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, 1 Murd. We are, my lord; and come to have With that grim ferryman which poets write of, the warrant,

Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. That we may be admitted where he is.

The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Glo. Well thought upon, I have it here about Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick,

[Gives the Warrant. Who cry'd aloud — What scourge for perjury When you have done, repair to Crosby-place. Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ? But, sirs, be sudden in the execution,

And so he vanish’d: Then came wand'ring by Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead;

A shadow like an angel, with bright hair For Clarence is well spoken, and, perhaps,

Dabbled in blood; and he shriek'd out aloud, May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him. Clarence is come,-false, fleeting, perjur'd Clarence,1 Murd. Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand to That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury; prate,

Seize on him, furies, take him lo your torments! We go to use our hands, and not our tongues. With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Talkers are no good doers; be assurd.

Environd me, and howled in mine ears Glo. Your eyes drop mill-stones, when fools' eyes Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, drop tears:

I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, I like you, lads ; - about your business straight; Could not believe but that I was in hell ; Go, go, despatch.

Such terrible impression made my dream. 1 Murd. We will, my noble lord. [Exeunt.

Brak. No marvel, lord, though it affrighted you ;

I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it. SCENE IV. - A Room in the Tower.

Clar. O, Brakenbury, I have done these things, –

That now give evidence against my soul, – Enter CLARENCE and BRAKENBURY. For Edward's sake; and, see, how he requites me! Brak. Why looks your grace so heavily to day? O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee,

Clar. O, I have pass'd a miserable night, But thou wilt be aveng'd on my misdeeds, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,

Yet execute thy wrath on me alone: That as I am a Christian faithful man,

O, spare my guiltless wife, and my poor children ! I would not spend another such a night,

I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me; Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days; My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep. So full of dismal terror was the time.

Brak. I will, my lord; God give your grace good Brak. What was your dream, my lord ? I pray

rest! you, tell me.

(CLARENCE reposes himself on a Chair. Clar. Methought that I had broken from the Sorrow breaks seasons, and reposing hours, Tower,

Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night, And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy ;

Princes have but their titles for their glories, And, in my company, my brother Gloster :

An outward honour for an inward toil;
Who from my cabin tempted me to walk

And, for unfelt imaginations,
Upon the hatches; thence we look'd toward England, They often feel a world of restless cares :
And cited up a thousand heavy times,

So that between their titles, and low name,
During the wars of York and Lancaster

There's nothing differs but the outward farne. That had befallen us. As we pac'd along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches,

Enter the two Murderers. Methought, that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling, 1 Murd. Ho! who's here? Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard, Brak. What would'st thou, fellow ? and how Into the tumbling billows of the main.

cam'st thou hither? O heaven! methought, what pain it was to drown! 1 Murd. I would speak with Clarence, and I What dreadful noise of water in mine ears!

came hither on my legs.

anon.

Brak. What, so brief?

hilts of thy sword, and then throw him into the 2 Murd. O, sir, 'tis better to be brief than te- malmsey-butt, in the next room. dious:

2 Murd. O excellent device! and make a sop Let him see our commission; talk no more.

of him,
[A Paper is delivered to BRAKENBURY, 1 Murd. Soft! he wakes.
who reads it.

2 Murd. Strike. Brak. I am, in this, commanded to deliver

I Murd. No, we'll reason with him. The noble duke of Clarence to your hands :

Clar. Where art thou, keeper? give me a cup I will not reason what is meant hereby,

of wine. Because I will be guiltless of the meaning.

1 Murd. You shall have wine enough, my lord, Here are the keys;— there sits the duke asleep : I'll to the king; and signify to him,

Clar. In God's name, what art thou ? That I thus have resign'd to you my charge.

1 Murd. A man, as you are. 1 Murd. You may, sir ; 'tis a point of wisdom : Clar. But not, as I am, royal. Fare you well.

[Exit BRAKENBURY. I Murd. Nor you, as we are, loyal. 2 Murd. What, shall we stab him as he sleeps ? Clar. Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are 1 Murd. No; he'll say, 'twas done cowardly,

humble. when he wakes.

1 Murd. My voice is now the king's, my looks 2 Murd. When he wakes! why, fool, he shall

mine own. never wake until the great judgment day.

Clar. How darkly, and how deadly dost thou 1 Murd. Why, then he'll say, we stabb'd him

speak! sleeping.

Your eyes do menace me: Why look you pale? 2 Murd. The urging of that word, judgment, Who sent you hither? Wherefore do you come? hath bred a kind of remorse in me.

Both Murd. To, to, to, 1 Murd. What?' art thou afraid?

Clar. To murder me? 2 Murd. Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; Both Murd. Ay, ay. but to be damn'd for killing him, from the which Clar. You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so, no warrant can defend me.

And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it. 1 Murd. I thought, thou hadst been resolute. Wherein, my friends, have I offended you ? 2 Murd. So I am, to let him live.

1 Murd. Offended us you have not, but the king. 1 Murd. I'll back to the duke of Gloster, and Clar. I shall be reconcil'd to him again. tell him so.

2 Murd. Never, my lord; therefore prepare to die. 2 Murd. Nay, I pr’ythee, stay a little : I hope, Clar. Are you callid forth from out a world of men, this holy humour of mine will change; it was wont To slay the innocent ? What is my offence? to hold me but while one would tell twenty.

Where is the evidence that doth accuse me ? 1 Murd. How dost thou feel thyself now? What lawful questo have given their verdict up

2 Murd. 'Faith some certain dregs of conscience Unto the frowning judge? or who pronounc'd are yet within me.

The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death? 1 Murd. Remember our reward, when the deed's Before I be convict by course of law, done.

To threaten me with death is most unlawful. 2 Murd. Come, he dies; I had forgot the reward. I charge you, as you hope for any goodness, 1 Murd. Where's thy conscience now?

By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins 2 Murd. In the duke of Gloster's purse.

That you depart, and lay no hands on me; 1 Murd. So when he opens his purse to give us The deed you undertake is damnable. our reward, thy conscience flies out.

1 Murd. What we will do, we do upon command. 2 Murd. 'Tis no matter ; let it go; there's few, 2 Murd. And he, that hath commanded, isour king. or none, will entertain it.

Clar. Erroneous vassal! the great King of kings 1 Murd. What, if it come to thee again? Hath in the table of his law commanded, 2 Murd. I'll not meddle with it, it is a dangerous That thou shalt do no murder : Wilt thou then thing, it makes a man a coward; a man cannot Spurn at His edict, and fulfil a man's? steal, but it accuseth him; a man cannot swear, Take heed; for he holds vengeance in his hand, but it checks him. 'Tis a blushing shame-faced To hurl upon their heads that break his law. spirit, that mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one 2 Muri. And that same vengeance doth he hur! full of obstacles: it made me once restore a purse

on thee, of gold, that by chance I found; it beggars any For false forswearing, and for murder too : man that keeps it: it is turned out of all towns and Thou didst receive the sacrament, to fight cities for a dangerous thing; and every man, that In quarrel 3 of the house of Lancaster. means to live well, endeavours to trust to himself, 1 Murd. And like a traitor to the name of God, and live without it.

Didst break that vow; and, with thy treacherous 1 Murd. 'Zounds, it is even now at my elbow,

blade, persuading me not to kill the duke.

Unrip'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son. 2 Murd. Take the devil in thy mind, and believe 2 Murd. Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and him not: he would insinuate with thee, but to

defend. make thee sigh.

1 Murd. How canst thou urge God's dreadful law 1 Murd. I am strong-fram’d, he cannot prevail with me.

When thou hast broke it in such dear degree? 2 Murd. Spoke like a tall 9 fellow, that respects Clar. Alas! for whose sake did I that ill deed? his reputation. Come, shall we fall to work? For Edward, for my brother, for his sake: 1 Murd. Take him over the costard' with the He sends you not to murder me for this;

to us,

1 Head.
3 Inquest, jury.

3 On the part.

9 Brave

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