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I every day expect an embassage

From my Redeemer to redeem me hence;

And now in peace my soul shall part to heaven,
Since I have made my friends at peace on earth,
Rivers, and Hastings, take each other's hand;
Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love.

Riv. By heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging

hate;

And with my hand I seal my true heart's love. 10 Hast. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like!

K. Edw. Take heed you dally not before your

king ;

Lest he, that is the supreme King of kings,
Confound your hidden falsehood, and award
Either of you to be the other's end.

Hast. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love!
Riv. And I, as I love Hastings with my heart!
K. Edw. Madam, yourself are not exempt in this—
Nor your son Dorset-Buckingham, nor you;—
You have been factious one against the other.
Wife, love lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand;
And what you do, do it unfeignedly.

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Queen. There, Hastings;-I will never more remember

Our former hatred, So thrive I, and mine!

K. Edw. Dorset, embrace him ;-Hastings, love lord marquis.

Dors. This interchange of love, I here protest, Upon my part, shall be inviolable.

Hast. And so swear I.

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K. Edw.

K. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou this

league

With thy embracements to my wife's allies,
And make me happy in your unity.

Buck. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate Upon your grace, but with all duteous love

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[To the Queen.

Doth cherish you, and yours, God punish me
With hate in those where I expect most love!
When I have most need to employ a friend,
And most assured that he is a friend,
Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile,
Be he unto me! this do I beg of heaven,
When I am cold in love to you, or your's.

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[Embracing RIVERS, &c.

K. Edw. A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham, Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart.

There wanteth now our brother Gloster here,

To make the blessed period of this peace.

Buck. And, in good time, here comes the noble duke.

Enter GLOSTER.

Glo. Good morrow to my sovereign, king, and queen;

And, princely peers, a happy time of day t

K. Edw. Happy, indeed, as we have spent the

day:

Brother, we have done deeds of charity;
Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate,

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Between

Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.

Glo. A blessed labour my most sovereign liege.— Among this princely heap, if any here,

By false intelligence, or wrong surmise,
Hold me a foe; if I unwittingly, or in my rage,
Have aught committed that is hardly borne
By any in this presence, I desire

To reconcile me to his friendly peace':
'Tis death to me, to be at enmity;

I hate it, and desire all good men's love.—

First, madam, I entreat true peace of you,

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Which I will purchase with my duteous service;

Of you my noble cousin Buckingham,

If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us;-
Of you, lord Rivers-and, lord Grey, of you-
That all without desert have frown'd on me ;-
Of you, lord Woodville-and lord Scales, of you-
Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen; indeed, of all.
I do not know that Englishman alive,

With whom my soul is any jot at odds,
More than the infant that is born to-night;

I thank my God for my humility.

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Queen. A holy-day this shall be kept hereafter :I would to God, all strifes were well compounded.My sovereign lord, I do beseech your highness

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To take our brother Clarence to your grace.

Glo. Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this,

To be so flouted in this royal presence?

Who knows not, that the gentle duke is dead?

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K. Edw. Who knows not, he is dead! who knows,

he is?

Queen. All-seeing heaven, what a world is this!
Buck. Look I so pale, lord Dorset, as the rest?

Dors. Ay, my good lord; and no man in the presence,

But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks.

K. Edw. Is Clarence dead? the order was revers'd. Glo. But he, poor man, by your first order died, And that a winged Mercury did bear;

Some tardy cripple bore the countermand,
That came too lạg to see him buried :—

God grant that some, less noble, and less loyal,
Nearer, in bloody thoughts, and not in blood,
Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did,
And yet go current from suspicion!

Enter Lord STANLEY.

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Stan. A boon, my sovereign, for my service done! K. Edw. I pr'ythee, peace; my soul is full of sor

row.

Stan. I will not rise, unless you highness hear me. K. Edw. Then say at once, what is it thou request'st?

Stan. The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life; Who slew to-day a riotous gentleman,

Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk.

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K. Edw. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's

death,

And

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And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave ?
My brother kill'd no man, his fault was thought,
And yet his punishment was bitter death.
Who su'd to me for him? who, in my wrath,
Kneel'd at my feet, and bid me be advis'd?
Who spoke of brotherhood? who spoke of love?
Who told me, how the poor soul did forfake
The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me?
Who told me, in the field at Tewksbury,
When Oxford had me down, he rescu'd me,
And said, Dear brother, live, and be a king?
Who told me, when we both lay in the field,
Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me
Even in his garments; and did give himself,
All thin and naked, to the numb-cold night?
All this from my remembrance brutish wrath
Sinfully pluck'd, and not a man of you
Had so much grace to put it in my mind.
But, when your carters, or your waiting vassals,
Have done a drunken slaughter, and defac'd
The precious image of our dear Redeemer,
You straight are on your knees for pardon, pardon ;
And I, unjustly too, must grant it you :-
But for my brother, not a man would speak-
Nor I (ungracious) speak unto myself

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For him, poor soul.-The proudest of you all
Have been beholden to him in his life;

Yet none of you would once plead for his life.-
O God! I fear, thy justice will take hold
On me, and you, and mine, and your's, for this.-

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Come,

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