To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I-that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them ;— This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up; Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be. 20 80 40 Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here Clarence comes. 2 Enter Enter CLARENCE guarded, and BRAKENBURY. Brother, good day: What means this armed guard, That waits upon your grace? Clar. His majesty, Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower. Glo. Upon what cause? Clar. Because my name is-George. Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of your's; That you should be new christen'd in the Tower. 51 Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know; for, I protest, As yet I do not: But, as I can learn, He hearkens after prophecies, and dreams; And, for my name of George begins with G, 60 Glo. Why, this it is, when men are rul'd by women: 'Tis not the king, that sends you to the Tower; My lady Grey his wife, Clarence, 'tis she, Anthony Woodeville, her brother there, That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower; 70 Clar. By heaven, I think, there is no man secure, Brak. I beseech your graces both to pardon me; 80 91 Glo. Even so? an please your worship, Brakenbury, You may partake of any thing we say : We speak no treason, man;-We say, the king Is wise, and virtuous; and his noble queen Well struck in years; fair, and not jealous :— We say, that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot, A cherry lip, a bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue; That the queen's kindred are made gentle-folks: How say you, sir? can you deny all this? Brak. Brak. With this, my lord, myself have nought to do. Glo. Naught to do with mistress Shore? I tell thee, fellow, He that doth naught with her, excepting one, Brak. What one, my lord? 100 Glo. Her husband, knave :-Would'st thou betray me? : Brak. I beseech your grace to pardon me; and, withal, Forbear your conference with the noble duke. Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey. Glo. We are the queen's abjects, and must obey. Brother, farewel; I will unto the king; And whatsoe'er you will employ me in 110 Were it, to call king Edward's widow-sister- Mean time, this deep disgrace in brotherhood, Mean time, have patience. Clar. I must perforce; farewel, [Exeunt CLARENCE, and BRAKENBURY. Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return, Simple, plain Clarence !-I do love thee so, That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven, 121 If heaven will take the present at our hands. Enter HASTINGS. Hast. Good time of day unto my gracious lord! How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment? must: But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks, 130 That were the cause of my imprisonment. Gło. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence too; For they, that were your enemies, are his, And have prevail'd as much on him, as you. Hast. More pity, that the eagle should be mew'd, While kites and buzzards prey at liberty. Glo. What news abroad? Hast. No news so bad abroad, as this at home ;The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy, And his physicians fear him mightily. 140 Glo. Now, by saint Paul, that news is bad indeed. O, he hath kept an evil diet long, And over-much consum'd his royal person; 'Tis very grievous to be thought upon. What, is he in his bed? Hast. He is. Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you. [Exit HASTINGS. He |