Glo. Why fhould fhe live, to fill the world with words? K. Edw. What? doth the fwoon? ufe Means for her Recovery. Glo. Clarence, excufe me to the King my Brother: I'll hence to London on a ferious Matter, E'er ye come there, be fure to hear fome News. Clar. What? what? Glo. Tower, the Tower. [Exit. Queen. Oh, Ned, fweet Ned, speak to thy Mother, Boy. Can'it thou not speak? O Traitors, Murderers! They that stabb'd Cafar, thed no Blood at all, Did not offend, nor were not worthy Blame, If this foul Deed were by, to 'equal it. He was a Man; this (in respect) a Child, And Men ne'er spend their Fury on a Child. What's worse than Murtherer, that I may name it? No, no, my Heart will burft, and if I fpeak And I will speak, that fo my Heart may burst. Butchers and Villains, bloody Cannibals, How sweet a Plant have you untimely cropt: You have no Children, Butchers; if you had, The thought of them would have ftirr'd up Remorse; But if you ever chance to have a Child, Look in his Youth to have him fo cut off, As deathsmen you have rid this sweet young Prince. Clar, By Heaven, I will not do thee fo much Eafe. What, wilt thou not? where is that Devil's Butcher, Richard, K. Edw. Away, I fay, I charge ye bear her hence. [Exit Queen. K. Edw. K. Edw. Where's Richard gone? Cla. To London all in poft, and as I guess, To make a bloody Supper in the Tower. K. Edw. He's fudden, if a thing comes in his head. [Exeunt. Enter King Henry, and Glocefter, with the Lieutenant on the Tower Walls. Glo. Good day, my Lord; what at your Book fo hard? K. Henry, Ay, my good Lord; my Lord, I fhould fay rather, 'Tis fin to flatter, Good was little better: Good Glofter, and good Devil, were alike, And both prepofterous; therefore, not Good Lord. [Exit Lieutenant. K. Henry. The Bird that hath been limed in a Bush, Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught and kill'd. And yet, for all his Wings, the Fool was drown'd. K. Henry. K. Henry. A Perfecutor I am fure thou art; Glo. Thy Son I kill'd for his Prefumption. K. Henry. Hadft thou been kill'd when first thou didst preThou hadít not liv'd to kill a Son of mine: (fume, And thus I prophefie, that many a thoufand, Glo. I'll hear no more: Die, Prophet, in thy Speech; C For this, amongst the reft, was I ordain'd. [Stabs him. [Dies. K. Henry. Ay, and for much more Slaughter after this O God, forgive my Sins, and pardon thee. Glo. What? will th' afpiring Blood of Lancaster Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted. Down, down to Hell, and fay I sent thee thither, I, that have neither piry, love, nor fear. [Stabs him again. For For I have often heard my Mother fay, I came into the World with my Legs forward. That I fhould foarle, and bite, and play the Dog: I have no Brother, I am like no Brother: And this word [Love] which grey Beards call Divine, And not in me: I am my felf alone. Clarence beware, thou keep'ft me from the light, [Exit. Enter King Edward, Queeen, Clarence, Gloucefter, Haftings, Nurfe, and Attendants. K, Edw. Once more we fit on England's Royal Throne, Re-purchas'd with the Blood of Enemies: What valiant Foe-men, like to Autumn's Corn, Ne'er fpurr'd their Courfers at the Trumpets found. With them, the two brave Bears, Warwick and Montague, And made the Foreft tremble when they roar'd. Young Young Ned, for thee, thine Uncles, and my self, That thou might'ft repoffefs the Crown in peace, Glo. I'll blaft his Harveft, if your Head were laid, [Afide. I feal upon the Lips of this fweet Babe. K. Edw. Thanks, noble Clarence, worthy Brother, thanks. Glo. And that I love the Tree from whence thou fpra g'ft, Witness the loving Kiss I give the Fruit: To fay the truth, fo Judas kifs'd his Master, K. Edw. Now am I feated as my Soul delights, [Afide. Clar. What will your Grace have done with Margaret? Reignier her Father, to the King of France Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Ferufalem, And hither have they fent it for her Ransom. K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence to France: And now what refts, but that we spend the time With ftately Triumphs, mirthful Comick Shows, Sound Drums and Trumpets, farewel fowr Annoy, For here, I hope, begins our lafting Joy. [Exeunt omnes. |