Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree,
Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast borne,

To signifie thou camst to bite the world,
And if the rest be true that I haue heard,
Thou camst into the world

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He stabs him.

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Glo. Die prophet in thy speech, Пle heare
No more, for this amongst the rest, was I ordainde.
Hen. I and for much more slaughter after this.
O God forgiue my sinnes, and pardon thee.

He dies.

Glo. What? will the aspiring bloud of Lancaster Sinke into the ground, I had thought it would haue mounted,

See how my sword weepes for the poore kings death.
Now maie such purple teares be alwaies shed,
For such as seeke the downefall of our house.
If anie sparke of life remaine in thee,

Stab him againe.

Downe, downe to hell, and saie I sent thee thither.
I that haue neither pittie, loue nor feare.
Indeed twas true that Henry told me of,
For I haue often heard my mother saic,

That I came into the world with my legs forward,
And had I not reason thinke you to make hast,
And seeke their ruines that vsurpt our rights?
The women wept and the midwife cride,

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As Edward shall be fearefull of his life,

And then to purge his feare, Ile be thy death.
Henry and his sonne are gone, thou Clarence next,
And by one and one I will dispatch the rest,
Counting my selfe but bad, till I be best.
Ile drag thy bodie in another roome,

And triumph Henry in thy daie of doome.

Exit.

Enter king Edward, Queene Elizabeth, and a Nurse with the young prince, and Clarence,

and Hastings, and others.

Edw. Once more we sit in England's royall throne, Repurchasde with the bloud of enemies,

What valiant foemen like to Autumnes corne,

Haue we mow'd downe in tops of all their pride?
Three Dukes of Summerset, threefold renowmd
For hardie and vndoubted champions.
Two Cliffords, as the father and the sonne,
And two Northumberlands, two brauer men
Nere spurd their coursers at the trumpets sound.
With them the two rough Beares, Warwike and

Montague,

That in their chaines fettered the kinglie Lion,
And made the Forrest tremble when they roard,
Thus haue we swept suspition from our seat,
And made our footstoole of securitie.
Come hither Besse, and let me kisse my boie,
Young Ned, for thee, thine Vncles and my selfe,
Haue in our armors watcht the Winters night,
Marcht all a foote in summers skalding heat,
That thou mightst repossesse the crowne in peace,
And of our labours thou shalt reape the gaine.

Glo. Ile blast his haruest and your head were laid,

For yet I am not lookt on in the world.

This shoulder was ordained so thicke to heaue,

And heaue it shall some waight or breake my backe,

Worke thou the waie, and thou shalt execute.
Edward. Clarence and Gloster, loue my louelie
Queene,

And kisse your princelie nephew brothers both.

Cla. The dutie that I owe vnto your, Maiestie,

I seale vpon the rosiate lips of this sweet babe.

Queen. Thankes noble Clarence worthie brother thankes.

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Gloster. And that I loue the fruit from whence thou

Sprangst, witnesse the louing kisse I giue the child.

To saie the truth so Iudas kist his maister,

Edward.

And so he cride all haile, and meant all harme. Nowe am I seated as my soule delights,

Hauing my countries peace, and brothers loues.

Cla. What will your grace haue done with Margaret, Ranard her father to the king of France,

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Hath pawnd the Cyssels and Ierusalem,

And hither haue they sent it for her ransome.

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Edw. Awaie with her, and wafte hir hence to France,

And now what rests but that we spend the time,
With stately Triumphs and mirthfull comicke shewes,
Such as befits the pleasures of the Court.
Sound drums and Trumpets, farewell to sower annoy,
For heere I hope begins our lasting ioie.

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NOTES TO THE TRUE TRAGEDIE OF RICHARD

DUKE OF YORKE.

NOTE I.

XX. 15. Mr Halliwell quotes and walkes' as the reading of the edition of 1619. Capell's copy has 'my walkes.' In Steevens's reprint the reading 'and walkes' occurs, and Mr Knight has followed him. See note IV to 'The First part of the Contention,' &c.

NOTE II.

XXII. 79, 80. Instead of these lines Q3 has

'King Henry, and the Prince his sonne are gone,
And Clarence thou art next must follow them,
So by one and one dispatching all the rest, &c.'