That you will war with God, by murd'ring me? To do this deed, will hate you for the deed. 2 Vil. What shall we do? Clar. Relent, and fave your fouls. (4) If two fuch murderers, as yourselves, came to you, 1 Vil. Relent? 'tis cowardly and womanish. Come thou on my fide, and entreat for me. 1 Vil. Take that, and that; if all this will not do, [Stabs him. I'll drown you in the malmfie-butt within. [Exit. 2 Vil. A bloody deed, and defp'rately dispatch'd.. -How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands, Of this most grievous guilty murder done! Re-enter firft Villain. 1 Vil. How now? what mean't thou, that thou help'ft me not? By heav'n, the Duke shall know how flack you've been. 2 Vil. I would he knew, that I had fav'd his brother! (4)—and fave your fouls, &c.] The fix following lines are not in the old edition. E POPE. They are not neceffary, but fo forced in, that fomething seems omitted to which these lines are the anfwer. What beggar pities not?] I cannot but fufpect that the lines, which Mr. Pope obferved not to be in the old Edition, are now mifplaced, and fhould be inferted here, fomewhat after this manner, Clar. A begging Prince, what Beggar pities not ? Vil. A begging Prince! Clar. Which of you if you were a Prince's fon, &c. Upon this provocation the villain naturally ftrikes him. Take Take thou thee fee, and tell him what I fay; 1 Vil. So do not I: go, Coward, as thou art. [Exit. [Exit. ACT II. SCENE I The COURT. Enter King Edward fick, the Queen, Dorfet, Rivers, Haftings, Catesby, Buckingham, and Woodville. K. EDWARD. WHY, fol-Now have I done a good day's You Peers, continue this united league. part to heaven, Haftings Rivers, take each other's hand; Riv. By heaven, my foul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I feal my true heart's love. Haft. So thrive I, as I truly fwear the like! K. Edw. Take heed, you dally not before your Left he, that is the fupreme King of kings, Haft. So profper I, as I fwear perfect love! Nor Nor your fon Dorfet; Buckingham, nor you; Queen. There, Haftings. I will never more remem ber Our former hatred; fo thrive I and mine. K. Edw. Dorfet, embrace him.-Haflings, love Lord Dor. This interchange of love, I here proteft, Haft. And fo fwear I. K. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, feal thou this With thy embracements to my wife's allies, Buck. When ever Buckingham doth turn his hate Upon your Grace, and not with duteous love [To the Queen. Doth cherish you and yours, God punish me [Embracing Rivers, &c. K. Edw. A pleafing cordial, Princely Buckingham, Is this thy vow unto my fickly heart. There wanteth now our brother Glo'fter here, To make the bleffed period of this peace. Buck. And, in good time, here comes the noble Enter Gloucefter, with Ratcliff. Glo. Good morrow to my Sovereign. King and Queen;felspite ed a 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 Between these fwelling wrong-incenfed Peers. By falte intelligence, or wrong furmife, Have aught committed that is hardly borne I hate it, and defire all good men's love. If ever any grudge was lodg'd between us; With whom my foul is any jot at odds, Queen. A holy-day fhall this be kept hereafter; Glo. Why, Madam, have I offered love for this, To be fo flouted in this royal prefence? Who knows not, that the gentle Duke is dead?id [They all start. You do him injury to fcorn his coarse.do K. Edw. Who knows not he is dead! Who, knows he is? Queen. All-feeing Heaven, what a world is this! But his red colour hath forfook his cheeks. pre K. Edw. Js Clarence dead?-the Order was reTsar vers'd.md by Glo. But he, poor man, by your first order died, And that a winged Mercury did bear. Some Some tardy cripple had the countermand, God grant, that fome lefs noble, and lefs loyal, Enter Lord Stanley. Stanl. A boon, my Sov'reign, for my fervice done. K. Edw. I pr'ythee peace; my foul is full of for row. Stanl. I will not rife, unless your Highnefs hear me. K. Edw. Then fay at once, what is it thou requesteft. Stanl. The forfeit, Sov'reign, of my fervant's life; (5) Who flew to day a riotous gentleman, Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolk. K. Edw. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's And shall that tongue give pardon to a flave? (5) The forfeit,] He means the remiffion of the forfeit. (6) Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death ?] This lamentation is very tender and pathetic. The recollection of the good qualities of the dead is very natural, and no lefs naturally does the king endeavour to communicate the crime to others. |