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I will deliver you, or else lie for you :
Meantime, have patience.

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

too ;

For they that were your enemies are his,
And have prevail'd as much on him as you.

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

O, he hath kept an evil diet long,
And over-much consumed his royal person :
'Tis very grievous to be thought upon.
What, is he in his bed ?

Has. He is.
Glos. Go you before, and I will follow you.

[Exit Hastings.
He cannot live, I hope; and must not die,
Till George be pack’d with post-horse up to heaven.
I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence,
With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments;
And, if I fail not in my deep intent,
Clarence hath not another day to live :
Which done, God take king Edward to his mercy,
And leave the world for me to bustle in !
For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter.
What, though I kill'd her husband and her father?
The readiest way to make the wench amends,
Is—to become her husband and her father :
The which will I ; not all so much for love,
As for another secret close intent,
By marrying her, which I must reach unto.
But yet I run before my horse to market:
Clarence still breathes ; Edward still lives and

reigns; When they are gone, then must I count my gains.


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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,
Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,
Whose ugly and unnatural aspect
May fright the hopeful mother at the view;
And that be heir to his unhappiness !
If ever he have wife, let her be made
More miserable by the death of him,
Than I am made by my young lord and thee !-
Come, now, toward Chertsey with your holy load,
Taken from Paul's to be interred there;
And, still as you are weary of the weight,

you, whiles I lament king Henry's corse.

[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 Glos. Unmanner'd dog! stand thou when I com


1 The repetition of this imprecation by Lady Anne in act ir. scene 1. plainly shows that this line should be thus read :

• More miserable by the life of him.'

Advance thy halberd higher than my breast,
Or, by saint Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot,
And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness.

(the Bearers set down the coffin.
Anne. What, do you tremble ? are you all afraid?
Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal,
And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.
Avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell !
Thou hadst but power over his mortal body;
His soul thou canst not have; therefore be gone.

Glos, Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst. Anne. Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and

trouble us not; For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell, Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims. If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, Behold this pattern of thy butcheries. O, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds Open their congeald mouths, and bleed afresh! Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity; For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells : Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural, Provokes this deluge most unnatural. O God, which this blood madest, revenge his death! O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his

death! Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murderer


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