Confound your hidden falfhood, and award Haft. So profper I, as I fwear perfect love! Riv. And I, as I love Haftings with my heart! K. Edw. Madam, yourself is not exempt from this; Nor your fon Dorfet; Buckingham, nor you; You have been factious one against the other. Wife, love lord Haftings, let him kiss your hand; And what you do, do it unfeignedly. Queen. There, Haftings:-I will never more remember Our former hatred, so thrive I and mine! K. Edw. Dorfet, embrace him :-Haftings, love lord marquis. Dor. This interchange of love, I here protest, Upon my part, fhall be inviolable. Haft. And fo fwear I. K. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, feal thou this league With thy embracements to my wife's allies, Buck. When ever Buckingham doth turn his hate Upon your grace, but with all duteous love [To the Queen. Doth cherish you and yours, God punish me [Embracing Rivers, &c. K. Edw. A pleafing cordial, princely Buckingham, Is this thy vow unto my fickly heart. There wanteth now our brother Glofter here, Buck. And, in good time, here comes the noble duke. Enter 2 Enter Gloucefter. Glo. Good morrow to my fovereign king and queen; And princely peers, a happy time of day ! K. Edw. Happy, indeed, as we have spent the Brother, we have done deeds of charity; peers. Glo. A bleffed labour, my moft fovereign liege.- Have aught committed that is hardly borne To reconcile me to his friendly peace. I hate it, and defire all good men's love.- If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us:— With whom my foul is any jot at odds, Queen. A holy-day this fhall be kept hereafter:I would to God all ftrifes were well compounded.-My fovereign lord, I do befeech your highness To take our brother Clarence to your grace. Glo. Why, madam, have I offered love for this, To be fo flouted in this royal prefence? Who Who knows not, that the gentle duke is dead? [They all start. You do him injury, to fcorn his corfe. K. Edw. Who knows not, he is dead! who knows he is? Queen. All-feeing heaven, what a world is this! Buck. Look I fo pale, lord Dorset, as the rest? Dor. Ay, my good lord; and no man in the prefence, But his red colour hath forfook his cheeks. K. Edw. Is Clarence dead?-the order was revers'd. God grant, that some, less noble, and less loyal, Enter Lord Stanley. Stanl. A boon, my fovereign, for my fervice done. forrow. Stanl. I will not rife, unless your highness hear me. K. Edw. Then fay at once, what is it thou request'K. Stanl. The forfeit, fovereign, of my fervant's life; Who flew to day, a riotous gentleman, Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk. K. Edw. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave? 3 The forfeit-] He means the remifion of the forfeit. JOHNS. 4 Har I tongue to doom a brother's death?] This lamentation is very tender and pathetick. The recollection of the good qualities of the dead is very natural, and no lefs naturally does the king endeavour to communicate the crime to others. JOHNSON. Who Who fued to me for him? who, in my wrath, not, How that the guilty kindred of the queen God will revenge it. Come, lords; will you go Buck. We wait upon your grace. ? [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE II. The fame. Enter the Dutchess of York, with the two children of Son. Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead? Daugh. Why do you weep so oft? and beat your And cry,-O Clarence! my unhappy fon! Son. Why do you look on us, and shake your head, Dutch. My pretty coufins, you mistake me both : As loth to lose him, not your father's death; Son. Then, grandam, you conclude that he is dead. Dutch. Peace, children, peace! the king doth love Incapable and shallow innocents, You cannot guess, who caus'd your father's death. Dutch. Ah! that deceit fhould steal fuch gentle shape, And with a virtuous vizor hide deep vice! VOL. VII. E He |