But the Queen's kindred, and night-walking heralds, I think it is our way, If we will keep in favour with the King, Since that our brother dubb'd them gentlewomen, Brak. I beg your Graces both to pardon me : His Majefty has ftraitly giv'n in charge, That no man fhall have private conference, Of what degree foever, with your brother. Glo. Ev'n fo, an't please your worship, Brakenbury! You may partake of any thing we say: We speak no treafon, man- -we fay the King Brak. With this, my Lord, myfelf have nought to do. Glo. Her husband, knave-wouldst thou betray me? Brak. I do befeech your Grace to pardon me, And to forbear your conf'rence with the Duke. Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey. Glo. We are the Queen's abjects, and must obey And whatfoe'er you will employ me in, Mean time, this deep difgrace of brotherhood Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well. Glo. Well your imprisonment fhall not be long; I will deliver you, or elfe lie for you. Mean time, have patience. Clar. I must perforce; farewel. [Exe. Brak. Clar. I do love thee fo, Glo. Go, tread the path that thou fhalt ne'er return Simple, plain Clarence ! That I will fhortly fend thy foul to heav'n, If heav'n will take the prefent at my hands.. Haft. Good time of day unto my gracious Lord. How hath your Lordship brook'd imprisonment? Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and fo fhall Clarence too; And have prevail'd as much on him as you. Haft More pity that the eagle fhould be mew'd, While kites and buzzards prey at liberty. Glo What news abroad?. Haft No news fo bad abroad as this at home :. The King is fickly, weak, and melancholy; And his phyficians fear him mightily. Glo. Now, by St Paul, that news is bad indeed.. O, he hath kept an evil diet long, And over much confum'd his royal perfon: 'Tis very grievous to be thought upon. Where is he? in his bed ! Haft. He is, my Lord. Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you. Exit Haflings. heav n. He cannot live, I hope; and muf not die, Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy, For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter. Which I, by marrying her, must reach unto. SCENE II. Changes to a fireet. [Exit. Enter the corfe of Henry the Sixth, with halberts to guard it, Lady Anne being the mourner. Anne. Set down, fet down your honourable lead Stabb'd by the self fame hand that made these wounds. May fright the hopeful mother at the view: If ever he have wife, let her be made More miserable by the death of him, Than I am made by my young Lord and thee! And still, as you are weary of this weight, Enter Richard Duke of Gloucester. Glo. Stay, you that bear the corse, and fet it down. Anne. What black magician conjures up this fiend, To stop devoted charitable deeds ? Glo. Villains, fet down the corfe, or, by St Paul, I'll make a corse of him that disobeys. Gen. My Lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass. Glo. Unmanner'd dog! ftand thou when I command; Advance thy halbert higher than my breast, Or, by St Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot, And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldnefs. His foul thou canst not hurt; therefore be gone, Provoke this deluge most unnatural. O God! which this blood mad'ft, revenge his death : As thou doft fwallow up this good King's blood, Glo. But I know none, and therefore am no beast. Anne. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth !--Glo. More wonderful when angels are so angry.. Vouchfafe, divine perfection of a woman, Of these fuppofed crimes, to give me leave, Anne. Vouchfafe, diffus'd infection of a man, For these known evils, but to give me leave, By circumstance, to curfe thy curfed felf. Glo. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have Some patient leifure to excufe myself. Anne. Fouler than heart can think thee, thou canft. No excufe current, but to hang thy felf. Glo. By fuch defpair I fhould accuse myself. [make Anne. And by defpairing fhalt thou stand excus'd,. For doing worthy vengeance on thyself, That didft unworthy daughter upon others.. Glo Say that i flew them not.. Anne. Then fay they were not flain : But dead they are, and, devilish flave, by thee: Anne. Why, then he is alive. Glo. Nay, he is dead, and flain by Edwards' hands. Glo. I was provoked by her fland'rous tongue, Glo. I grant ye Anne Dolt grant me, hedge-hog? then God grant me Thou may'ft Le camned for that wicked deed! [too O, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous. |