Had fo much grace to put it in my mind. not, How that the guilty kindred of the Queen Look'd pale, when they did hear of Clarence' death? God will revenge it. Come, Lords, will you go SCENE II. [Exeunt. Enter the Dutchess of York, with the two children of Clarence. Son. Good Grandam, tell us, is our father dead? Dutch. No, boy. Daugh. Why do you weep fo oft? and beat your breaft? And cry-O Clarence! my unhappy fon! Son. Why do you look on us, and fhake your head, And call us orphans, wretches, caft-aways, If that our noble father be alive? Dutch. My pretty Coufins, you mistake me both. I do lament the fickness of the King, As loth to lose him; not your father's death; Son. Then you conclude, my Grandam, he is dead. The King mine uncle is to blame for this. God will revenge it, whom I will importune Daugh. And fo will I. Dutch. Peace, children, peace! the King doth love you well. Incapable and fhallow Innocents! You cannot guess, who caus'd your father's death. Dutch. Ah! that deceit should steal fuch gentle shape, Son. Think you, my uncle did diffemble, Grandam? Dutch. Ay, boy. Son. I cannot think it. Hark, what noife is this? Enter the Queen with her hair about her ears, Rivers and Dorset after her. Queen. Ah! who fhall hinder me to wail and weep, To chide my fortune, and torment myself? I'll join with black defpair against my foul, And to myself become an enemy. Dutch. What means this scene of rude impatience? Queen. To make an act of tragick violence. Edward, my lord, thy fon, our king, is dead. Why grow the branches, when the root is gone ? Why Why wither not the leaves, that want their fap? Dutch. Ah! fo much int'reft have I in thy forrow, But death hath fnatch'd my husband from mine arms, To over go thy plaints, and drown thy cries. Son. Ah, Aunt! [To the Queen] you wept not for our father's death; How can we aid you with our kindred Tears? Queen. Give me no help in Lamentation, I am not barren to bring forth complaints : Chil. Ah, for our father, for our dear Lord Clarence! His images.] The children by whom he was reprefented. Being governed by the watry moon.] That I may live here after under the influence of the moon, which governs the tides, and, by the help of that influence, drown the world. The introduction of the moon is not very natural, Queen. Queen. What stay had I, but Edward? and he's gone. Chil. What tay had we, but Clarence? and he's gone. Dutch. What ftays had I, but they? and they are gone. Queen. Was never widow, had fo dear a lofs. Dor. Comfort, dear mother; God is much difpleased, That with unthankfulness you take his doing. Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent, Riv. Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother, SCENE III. Enter Gloucefter, Buckingham, Stanley, Haftings, and Ratcliff. Glo. Sifter, have comfort. All of us have cause To wail the dimming of our fhining star; VOL. V. T But But none can help our harms by wailing them. Dutch. God bless thee, and put meeknefs in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty. Glo. Amen, and make me die a good old man ;That is the butt end of a mother's Bleffing; I marvel, that her Grace did leave it out. Buck. You cloudy Princes, and heart-forrowing That bear this mutual heavy load of moan, The broken rancour of your high-fwoln hearts, Riv. Why with fome little train, my Lord of Buck. Marry, my Lord, left by a multitude The new-heal'd wound of malice fhould break out; Which would be fo much the more dangerous, By how much the eftate is yet ungovern'd. Where every horfe bears his commanding rein, Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be fetch'd,] Edward the young prince in his Father's Life-time and at his Demife, kept his Houfhold at Ludlow as Prince of Wales; under the Governance of Antony Woodville Farl of Rivers, his Uncle by the Mother's fide. The In tention of his being fent thither was to fee Juftice done in the Marches; and, by the Authority of his Prefence, to reftrain the Welshmen, who were wild, diffolute, and ill-difpofed, from their accustomed Murders and Outrages. Vid. Hall, Holingfhead, &c. THEOBALD. And |