1

Before I be convict by course of law,
To threaten me with death, is most unlawful.
I charge you, as you hope for any goodness,
By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins,
That you depart, and lay no hands on me;
The deed you undertake is damnable,

1 Murd. What we will do, we do upon command.
2. Murd. And he, that hath commanded, is our king.
Clar. Erroneous vassal! The great King of kings
Hath in the table of his law commanded,
That thou shalt do no murder; Wilt thou then
Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's?
Take heed; for he holds vengeance in his hand,
To hurl upon their heads that break his law.

2 Murd. And that same vengeance doth he hurl

on thee,

For false swearing, and for murder too:
Thou didst receive the sacrament, to fight
In quarrel of the house of Lancaster.

1 Murd. And, like a traitor to the name of God, Didst break that vow; and, with thy treacherous

blade,

Unrip'dst the bowels of my sovereign's son.

2 Murd. Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and

defend.

1 Murd. How canst thou urge God's dreadful law to us,

When thou hast broke it in such dear degree?
Clar. Alas! For whose sake did I that ill deed?
For Edward, for my brother, for his sake:
He sends you not to murder me for this;
For in that sin he is as deep as I.
If God will be avenged for the deed,
O, know you, that he doth it publicly;
Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm;
He needs no indirect nor lawless course,
To cut off those that have offended him.

1 Murd. Who made thee then a bloody minister, When gallant-springing, brave Plantagenet, That princely novicet, was struck dead by thee? Clar. My brother's love, the devil, and my rage. 1 Murd. Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy

fault,

Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee.
Clar. If you do love my brother, hate not me;
I am his brother, and I love him weli.
If you are hired for meed, go back again,

And I will send you to my brother Gloster;
Who shall reward you better for my life,
Than Edward will for tidings of my death.

2 Murd. You are deceived, your brother Gloster

hates you.

Clar. O, no; he loves me, and holds me dear: Go you to him from me.

Both Murd. Ay, so we will.

Clar. Tell him, when that our princely father

York

Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm,
And charged us from his soul to love each other,
He little thought of this divided friendship:
Bid Gloster think on this, and he will weep.

1 Murd. Ay, mill-stones; as he lesson'd us to weep.
Clar. O, do not slander him, for he is kind.
1 Murd. Right, as snow in harvest.-Come, you

deceive yourself;

Tis he that sends us to destroy you here.

Clar. It cannot be; for he bewept my fortune, And hugg'd me in his arms, and swore, with sobs, That he would labour my delivery.

1 Murd. Why so he doth, when he delivers you From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven. 2 Murd. Make peace with God, for you must die,

my lord.

Clar. Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul, To counsel me to make my peace with God, And art thou yet to thy own soul so blind, That thou wilt war with God by murdering me ?Ah, Sirs, consider, he that set you on

To do this deed, will hate you for the deed. 2 Murd. What shall we do?

Clar. Relent, and save your souls,

1 Murd. Relent! 'Tis cowardly and womanish. Clar. Not to relent, is beastly, savage, devilish.

Which of you, if you were a prince's son,
Being pent from liberty, as I am now,
If two such murderers as yourselves came to you,-
Would not entreat for life?

My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks;
O, if thine eye be not a flatterer,
Come thou on my side, and entreat for me,
As you would beg, were you in my distress,
A begging prince what beggar pities not?
2 Murd. Look behind you, my lord,

1 Murd. Take that, and that; if all this will not [Stabs him. do, I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within. [Exit, with the Body. 2 Murd. A bloody deed, and desp'rately des

patch'd! How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands Of this most grievous guilty murder done!

Re-enter first MURDERER.

1 Murd. How now? What mean'st thou, that thou help'st me not ?

By heaven, the duke shall know how slack you

have been.

2 Murd. I would he knew, that I had saved his /-brother! Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say; For I repent me that the duke is slain.

[Exit.

1 Murd. So do not I; go, coward as thou art.

Well, I'll go hide the body in some hole,
Till that the duke give order for his burial:
And when I have my meed, I will away;

For this will out, and then I must not stay. [Exit.

ACT II.

SCENE I.- The Same. A Room in the Palace. Enter King EDWARD, (led in sick) Queen ELIZABETH, DORSET, RIVERS, HASTINGS, BUCKINGHAM, GREY, and others.

K. Edw. Why, so:- Now have I done a good day's
work ;-

You peers, continue this united league:
I every day expect an embassage
From iny Redeemer to redeem me hence;
And more 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 purged from grudg-

ing hate;

And with my hand I seal my true heart's love.
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.

Q. Eliz. There, Hastings;-I will never more remember

Our former hatred, So thrive I and mine!
K. Edw. Dorset, embrace him,-Hastings, love

lord marquis.

Dor. This interchange of love, I here protest,

Upon my part, shall be inviolable.
Hast. And so swear I.

[Embraces Dorset.

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, [To the Queen.] but with all dus

teous love

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 yours.

[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!
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,
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 this 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,
Which I will purchase with my duteous service ;-
Of you, my noble cousin, Buckingham,
If ever any grudge were lodged between us ;-
Of you, lord Rivers, and lord Grey, of you,-
That all without desert have frown'd on ine;-
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.

Q. Eliz. A holy-day shall this be kept hereafter:-
I would to God, all strifes were well compounded.-
My sovereign lord, I do beseech your highness
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? [They all start. You do him injury, to scorn his corse. K. Edw. Who knows not, he is dead! Who knows he is?

Q. Elix. All-seeing heaven, what a world is this! Buck. Look I so pale, lord Dorset, as the rest? Dor. Ay, my good lord, and no man in the pre

sence,

But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks.

K. Edw. Is Clarence dead? The order was re

versed.

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 late 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 STANLEY.

Stan. A boon, my sovereign, for my service done!