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Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, And yet brought forth less than a mother's To wit, an indigest deformed lump, [hope; Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree. [born, Teeth hadst thou in thy head, when thou wast To signify, thou cam'st to bite the world: And, if the rest be true which I have heard, Thou cam'st.
Glo. I'll hear no more;-Die, prophet, in thy speech; [Stabs him.
For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd. K. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.
O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! [Dies. Glo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lan
Sink in the ground? I thought it would have
If any spark of life be yet remaining,
[so, Then since the heavens have shap'd my body Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother: And this word-love, which greybeards call divine,
Be resident in men like one another,
SCENE VII.-The same.-A Room in the Palace.
King EDWARD is discovered sitting on his Throne; Queen ELIZABETH with the infunt Prince, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and others, near him.
K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal throne,
Re-purchas'd with the blood of enemies.
Three dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd
With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague,
That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion,
And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain. Glo. I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;
For yet I am not look'd on in the world.
SCENE 1.-London.-A Street.
Glo. Now is the winter of our discontent
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
And now, instead of mounting barbedt steeds,
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable, That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them;Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time; Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore,-since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days,I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days. Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous, By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams, To set my brother Clarence, and the king, In deadly hate the one against the other: And, if king Edward be as true and just, As I am subtle, false, and treacherous, This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up; About a prophecy, which says that G Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be. Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here Cla
Enter CLARENCE, guarded, and BRAKENBURY, Brother, good day: What means this armed guard, That waits upon your grace?
* Preparations for mischief.
Clar. His majesty,
Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed
Clar. Because my name is-George.
Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours;
He should, for that, commit your godfathers:-
As yet I do not: but, as I can learn,
And, for my name of George begins with G,
'Tis not the king, that sends you to the Tower; My lady Grey, his wife, Clarence, 'tis she, That tempers him to this extremity.
Was it not she, and that good man of worship,
Heard you not, what an humble suppliant
Glo. Humbly complaining to her deity
His majesty hath straitly given in charge,
Glo. Even so? an please your worship, Brakenbury,
You may partake of any thing we say:
A bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue;
Glo. Naught to do with mistress Shore? I tell thee, fellow,
He that doth naught with her, excepting one, Were best to do it secretly, alone.
Brak. What one, my lord?
Glo. Her husband, knave:-Would'st thou betray me?
Brak. I beseech your grace to pardon me; and, withal, Forbear your conference with the noble duke.
Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey.
Glo. We are the queen's abjects, and must obey.
Brother, farewell: I will unto the king;
Clar. I must perforce; farewell.
[Exeunt CLARENCE, BRAKENBURY, and Guard.
Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return,
Simple, plain Clarence!-I do love thee so,
For they, that were your enemies, are his,
While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.
Hast. No news so bad abroad, as this at home;
The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy,
Glo. Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad
If honour may be shrouded in a hearse,-
Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life,
More direful hap betide that hated wretch,
Taken from Paul's to be interred there;
[The Bearers take up the corpse, and advance. Enter GLOSTER.
Glo. Stay you, that bear the corse, and set it down.
Anne. What black magician conjures up this fiend,
To stop devoted charitable deeds?
Glo. Sweet saint, for charity be not so curst. Anne. Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and trouble us not;
For thou hast nade the happy earth thy hell,
Behold this pattern of thy butcheries:-
Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity;
Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural,
O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge
Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murderer dead,
Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick;
Which his hell-govern'd arm hath butchered!
Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman,
Anne. Vouchsafe, diffus'd'infection of a man,
Glo. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let
Some patient leisure to excuse myself.
No excuse current, but to hang thyself.
Anne. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand
Glo. Villains, set down the corse; or, by For doing worthy vengeance on thyself,
I'll make a corse of him that disobeys.
1 Gent. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass.
Glo. Unmanner'd dog! stand thou when I
Advance thy halbert higher than my breast,
ness. [The bearers set down the coffin. Anne. What, do you tremble? are you all afraid?
Alas, I blame you not: for you are mortal,
That didst unworthy slaughter upon others.
But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by
Anne. Some dungeon.
Glo. Your bed-chamber.
Anne. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou liest!
Glo. So will it, madam, till I lie with you. Anne. I hope so.
Glo. I know so.-But, gentle lady Anne,To leave this keen encounter of our wits, And fall somewhat into a slower method ;Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Of these Plantagenets, Henry, and Edward, As blameful as the executioner?
Anne. Thou wast the cause, and most accurs'd effect.
Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect; Your beauty, which did haunt me in my sleep, To undertake the death of all the world, So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, These nails should rend that beauty from my
Glo. These eyes would not endure that beauty's wreck,
You should not blemish it, if I stood by:
Anne. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life!
Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both.
Anne. I would I were, to be reveng'd on thee.
Glo. It is a quarrel most unnatural, To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee.
Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable, To be reveng'd' on him that kill'd my husband.
Glo. He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband,
Did it to help thee to a better husband.
Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth.
Glo. He lives, that loves you better than he could.
Glo. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine.
Anne. 'Would they were basilisks, to strike thee dead!
Glo. I would they were, that I might die at once;
For now they kill me with a living death. Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, [drops: Sham'd their aspects with store of childish These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear,
Not, when my father York and Edward wept,
Nor when thy warlike father, like a child,
That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks,
[He lays his breast open; she offers at it with
Nay, do not pause; for I did kill king Henry ;-
She again offers at his breast. But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on. [She lets fall the sword. Take up the sword again, or take up me. Anne. Arise, dissembler: though I wish thy I will not be thy executioner. [death,
Glo. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it.
Anne. I have already.
Glo. That was in thy rage:
Speak it again, and, even with the word,
Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love;
Anne. Well, well, put up your sword.
[She puts on the ring. Glo. Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger,
Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart;