And so I was; which plainly signified
That I should snarl and bite and play the dog.
Then, since the heavens have shaped my body

So,

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Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.
I have no brother, I am like no brother;
And this word 'love,' which greybeards call di-
vine,

Be resident in men like one another,

And not in me: I am myself alone.

Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light:

But I will sort a pitchy day for thee;

For I will buz abroad such prophecies
That Edward shall be fearful of his life,
And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death.
King Henry and the prince his son are gone:
Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest, 90
Counting myself but bad till I be best.

I'll throw thy body in another room,

And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom.

[Exit, with the body.

79. After this line, Theobald inserts from Qq., “I had no father, I am like no father."-I. G.

93. The following is Holinshed's account of Henry's death: "Here is to be remembered, that poore king Henrie the sixt, a little before deprived of his realme and imperiall crowne, was now in the Tower spoiled of his life by Richard duke of Glocester, as the constant fame ran; who, to the intent that his brother king Edward might reigne in more suretie, murthered the said king Henrie with a dagger. Howbeit, some writers of that time, favouring altogither the house of Yorke, have recorded, that after he understood what losses had chanced unto his freends, and how not onelie his sonne, but also all other his cheefe partakers were dead and despatched, he tooke it so to hart, that of pure displeasure, indignation, and melancholie, he died the three and twentith of Maie."-H. N. H.

SCENE VII

London. The palace.

Flourish. Enter King Edward, Queen Elizabeth, Clarence, Gloucester, Hastings, a Nurse with the young Prince, and Attendants.

K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal throne,

Re-purchased with the blood of enemies.

What valiant foeman, like to autumn's corn,
Have we mow'd down in tops of all their pride!
Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd
For hardy and undoubted champions;
Two Cliffords, as the father and the son;
And two Northumberlands; two braver men
Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's
sound;

With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and
Montague,

That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion,

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And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.
Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat,
And made our footstool of security.

Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy.
Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles and myself
Have in our armors watch'd the winter's night,
Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat,
That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace!
And of our labors thou shalt reap the gain. 20

Glou. [Aside] I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;

For yet I am not look'd on in the world.

This shoulder was ordain'd so thick to heave; And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:

Work thou the way,-and thou shalt execute. K. Edw. Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen;

And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both. Clar. The duty that I owe unto your majesty

I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.

Q. Eliz. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks.

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Glou. And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st,

Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.

[Aside] To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master,

And cried, 'all hail!' when as he meant all harm. K. Edw. Now am I seated as my soul delights,

Having my country's peace and brothers' loves. Clar. What will your grace have done with Margaret?

Reignier, her father, to the King of France
Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,

And hither have they sent it for her ransom. 40

30. The Camb. editor quotes from Steevens:-"In my copy of the second Folio, which had belonged to King Charles the First, his Majesty has erased Cla. and written King in its stead. Shakespeare, therefore, in the catalogue of his restorers, may boast a Royal name."-I. G.

K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence to

France.

And now what rests but that we spend the time
With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows,
Such as befits the pleasure of the court?
Sound drums and trumpets! farewell sour an-
noy!

For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.

[Exeunt.

GLOSSARY

By ISRAEL GOLLANCZ, M.A.