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Prince. Let Æsop fable in a winter's night; His currish riddles sort not with this place.
Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that word. Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men. Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive scold. Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crook-back,
rather. K. Edw. Peace! wilful boy, or I will charm your
tongue. Clar. Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert.
Prince. I know my duty: you are all undutiful. Lascivious Edward, and thou perjur'd George, And thou mis-shapen Dick,-I tell ye all, I am your better, traitors as ye are; And thou usurp’st my father's right and mine. K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here.
[Stabs him. Glo. Sprawl'st thou ? take that, to end thy agony:
(Glo. stabs him. Clar. And there's for twitting me with perjury.
[CLAR. stabs him. Q. Mar. O, kill me too! Glo. Marry, and shall.
[Offers to kill her. K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold ! for we have done
too much. Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with words? K. Edw. What! doth she swoon? use means for
Clar. What? what?
[Exit. Q. Mar. 0, Ned! sweet Ned! speak to thy mother,
1 equal : in f. e.
And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.-
, As, deathsmen, you have rid this sweet young prince !
K. Edw. Away with her! go, bear her hence perforce.
Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, despatch me here; Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death. What! wilt thou not ?—then, Clarence, do it thou.
Clar. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease. Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou
do it. Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it? Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself: ’T was sin before, but now 't is charity. What! wilt thou not ? where is that devil's butcher, Hard-favour'd Richard ? Richard, where art thou ? Thou art not here : murder is thy alms-deed ; Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put 'st back.
K. Edw. Away, I say! I charge ye, bear her hence. Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this prince!
[Erit. K. Edw. Where's Richard gone ?
Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guess, To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head. Now march we hence : discharge the common sort With pay and thanks, and let's away to London, And see our gentle queen how well she fares : By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. (Exeunt.
SCENE VI.-London. A Room in the Tower.! King Henry is discovered reading. Enter GLOSTER
and the Lieutenant. Glo. Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard ? K. Hen. Ay, my good lord : my lord, I should say
rather : 'T is sin to flatter; good was little better :
1 The scene in the folio, is “on the walls of the Tower"; that of the text from the “ True Tragedy." ? In f. e. the rest of this stage direction is : the Lieutenant attending. Enter GLOSTER.
Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike,
Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind : The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in a bush, With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush ; And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye, Where my poor young was lim’d, was caught, and kill'd.
Glo. Why, what a peevish' fool was that of Crete,
K. Hen. I, Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus ;
Glo. Think'st thou I am an executioner?
K. Hen. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art:
Glo. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.
The night-crow cried, a boding luckless tune;'
[Stabs him. For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain’d.
K. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this. O! God forgive my sins, and pardon thee. [Dies.
Glo. What! will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sink in the ground ? I thought it would have mounted. See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's death! O, may such purple tears be always shed From those that wish the downfall of our house If any spark of life be yet remaining, Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither,
[Stabs him again. I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear. Indeed, 't is true, that Henry told me of; For I have often heard my mother say, I came into the world with my legs forward. Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste, And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right? The midwife wonder'd ; and the women cried, “O, Jesus bless us! he is born with teeth :"> And so I was; which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, 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 divine, 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:
1 aboding luckless time : in f. e.
For I will buz abroad such prophecies,
[Exit with the Body. SCENE VII.—The Same. A Room in the Palace. King EDWARD is discovered sitting on his Throne.'
Queen ELIZABETH ; a Nurse with the Infant Prince,
Enter GLOSTER behind. 3
[Aside. For yet I am not look'd on in the world. This shoulder was ordain'd so thick, to heave;
1 The rest of this stage direction is thus given in f. e. : “Queen ELIZABETH with the infant Prince, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, HASTINGS," &c.
% undoubted : in f. e. 3 Not in f. e.