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We speak no treason, man.- -We say, the king
do. Glos. Naught to do with mistress Shore ? I tell
Bra. What one, my lord ?
Bra. I beseech your grace to pardon me; and,
withal, Forbear your conference with the noble duke. Cla. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will
Cla. I know it pleaseth neither of us well.
I must perforce : farewell. [Exeunt Clarence, Brakenbury, and Guard. Glos. 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, If Heaven will take the present at our hands. But who comes here? the new-deliver'd Hastings ?
Has. Good time of day unto my gracious lord !
Glos. As much unto my good lord chamberlain ! Well are you welcome to this open air. How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment? Has. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners
must: But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks, That were the cause of my imprisonment.
Glos. No doubt, no doubt, and so shall Clarence
For they that were your enemies are his,
Has. More pity, that the eagle should be mew'd, While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.
Glos. What news abroad?
Has. No news so bad abroad as this at home ;The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy, And his physicians fear him mightily,
Glos. Now, by saint Paul, this news is bad
Has. He is.
reigns; When they are gone, then must I count my gains.
Enter the corpse of King Henry the Sixth, borne in
an open coffin, GENTLEMEN bearing halberds, to guard it ; and LADY ANNE as mourner.
Anne. Set down, set down your honorable load, If honor may be shrouded in a hearse, Whilst I awhile obsequiously 1 lament The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster. Poor key-cold figure of a holy king! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster ! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost, To hear the lamentations of poor Anne, Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son, Stabb’d by the self-same hand that made these
wounds! Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life, I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes. O, cursed be the hand that made these holes ! Cursed the heart, that had the heart to do it! Cursed the blood, that let this blood from hence ! More direful hap betide that hated wretch, That makes us wretched by the death of thee, Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads, Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives !
1 With becoming reverence for the dead.
If ever he have child, abortive be it,
[the Bearers take up the corpse, and advance.
Glos. Stay you, that bear the corse, and set it
down. Anne. What black magician conjures up this
fiend, To stop devoted charitable deeds ? Glos. Villains, set down the corse, or, by saint
Paul, I'll make a corse of him that disobeys. 1 Gen. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin
1 The repetition of this imprecation by Lady Anne in act is. scene 1. plainly shows that this line should be thus read :
• More miserable by the life of him.'