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Oxf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words. Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune.

[Exeunt Oxf. and Som., guarded. Q. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous world, * To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. *K. Edw. Is proclamation made,—that who finds

Edward, * Shall have a high reward, and he his life?

* Glo. It is; and lo, where youthful Edward comes.

Enter Soldiers, with PRINCE EDWARD. * K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant ; let us hear him

speak. * What! can so young a thorn begin to prick ? • Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, • For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, * And all the trouble thou hast turned me to ?

Prince. Speak like a subject, proud, ambitious York! Suppose that I am now my father's mouth ; Resign thy chair, and, where I stand, kneel thou, Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee, Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.

Q. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so resolved !

Glo. That you might still have worn the petticoat, And ne'er have stolen the breech from Lancaster.

Prince. Let Æsop' fable in the winter's night; His currish riddles sort not with this place.

Glo. By Heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that word. Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men. Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive scold. Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crook-back

rather. · K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your

tongue. Clar. Untutored lad, thou art too malapert. Prince. I know my duty; you are all undutiful.

The prince calls Richard Æsop for his crookedness; and the Poet, following nature, makes Richard highly incensed at the reproach.

Lascivious Edward,--and thou perjured George,
And thou misshapen Dick, -I tell ye all,
I am your better, traitors as ye are ;-
* And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine.
K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here.

[Stabs him. * Glo. Sprawl'st thou ? take that, to end thy agony.

[Glo. stabs him. * Cla. And there's for twitting me with perjury.

[Cla. stabs him. Q. Mar. O, kill me too! Glo. Marry, and shall.

[Offers to kill her. K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done

too much. Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with

words? K. Edw. What! doth she swoon ? use means for

her recovery

Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother. • I'll hence to London on a serious matter ; • Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.

Clar. What? what?
Glo. The Tower, the Tower !

[Exit. Q. Mar. O, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother,

boy! • Canst thou not speak ?-O traitors ! murderers ! They that stabbed Cæsar, shed no blood at all, Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame, * If this foul deed were by, to equal it. • He was a man ; this, in respect, a child ; And men ne'er spend their fury on a child. • What's worse than murderer, that I may name it? * No, no; my heart will burst, an if I speak ;* And I will speak, that so my heart may burst. * Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals ! * How sweet a plant have you untimely cropped !

1 That is, “thou who art the likeness,” &c. The old copies describe Edward as striking the first blow, and Gloster the next; and this is according to history, which informs us that Edward smote the prince with his gauntlet, on which the rest despatched him.

• You have no children, butchers ! if you had, • The thought of them would have stirred up remorse ; But if you ever chance to have a child, Look in his youth to have him so cut off, · As, deathsmen! you have rid" this sweet young

prince! K. Edw. Away with her ; go, bear her hence per

force. Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence ; despatch me

here; Here sheath thy sword; I'll pardon thee my death. What! wilt thou not ?—Then, Clarence, do it thou.

Clar. By Heaven, I will not do thee so much ease. Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do ; sweet Clarence, do

thou do it. Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear I would not

do it? Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself; 'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity. • What! wilt thou not? Where is that devil's butcher, Hard-favored Richard ? Richard, where art thou ? Thou art not here. Murder is thy alms-deed; Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put’st back. K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her

hence. Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this prince !

[Exit, led out forcibly. K. Edw. Where's Richard gone ?

· Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guess, To make a bloody supper in the Tower. K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his

head. • Now march we hence; discharge the common sort · With pay and thanks, and let's away to London, • And see our gentle queen how well she fares; • By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. [Exeunt.

1 To rid is to cut off, to destroy.

SCENE VI. London. A Room in the Tower.

King HENRY is discovered sitting with a book in his

hand, the Lieutenant attending. Enter GLOSTER. Glo. Good day, my lord. What, at your book so

hard ? K. Hen. Ay, my good lord. My lord, I should say

rather ; 'Tis sin to flatter; good was little better : Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike, * And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord. * Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves; we must confer.

[Exit Lieutenant. *K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the

wolf: * So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, * And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.What scene of death hath Roscius now to act ?

Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in a bush, · With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush; And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye, Where my poor young was limed, was caught, and

killed. Glo. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete, • That taught his son the office of a fowl ? • And yet, for all

his wings, the fool was drowned.
· K. Hen. I, Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus;
Thy father, Minos, that denied our course;
• The sun, that seared the wings of my sweet boy,
· Thy brother Edward ; and thyself, the sea,
· Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.

Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words !
My breast can better brook thy dagger's point,

1 To misdoubt is to suspect danger, to fear.

Than can my ears that tragic history.-
* But wherefore dost thou come ? is't for my life?

· Glo. Think'st thou I am an executioner?

K. Hen. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art;
• If murdering innocents be executing,
· Why, then thou art an executioner.

Glo. Thy son I killed for his presumption.
K. Hen. Hadst thou been killed, when first thou

didst presume, Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine. • And thus I prophesy,—that many a thousand, • Which now inistrust no parcel' of my fear; • And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's, • And many an orphan's water-standing eye, · Men for their sons, wives for their husbands' fate, . And orphans for their parents' timeless death, • Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born. The owl shrieked at thy birth, an evil sign; · The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time; Dogs howled, and hideous tempests shook down trees; The raven rooked? her on the chimney's top, And chattering pies in dismal discords sung. Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope ; • To wit,-an indigest, deformed lump, Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree. Teeth hadst thou in thy head, when thou wast born, 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 ordained. K. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter after

this. O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! [Dies.

1 Who suspect no part of what my fears presage.

2 To rook, or ruck, is to cower down like a bird at roost or on its nest. The word is of very ancient use in our language.

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