2 Vil. Oexcellent Device, and make a Sop of him. 1 Vil. Soft, he wakes. 2 Vil. Strike. 1 Vil. No, we'll reafon with him. Clar. Where art thou, Keeper? Give me Cup of Wine. 2 Vill. You shall have Wine enough, my Lord, anon. Clar. In God's Name, what art thou? 1 Vil. A Man, as you are. Clar. But not as I am, Royal. I Vil. Nor you as we are, Loyal. Clar. Thy Voice is thunder, but thy Loooks are humble. 1 Vil. My Voice is now the King's, my Looks mine own. Clar. How darkly, and how deadly doft thou speak? Your Eyes do menace me: Why look you pale? Who fent you hither? wherefore do you come? 2 Vil. To, to, to Clar. To Murther me? Both. Ay, ay. Clar. You fcarcely have the Hearts to tell me fo; I Vil. Offended us you have not, but the King. 2 Vil. Never, my Lord, therefore prepare to dye. I VIl. What we will do, we do upon command. Take Take heed, for he holds Vengeance in his Hand 2 Vil. And that fame Vengeance doth he hurl on thee Vil. And like a Traitor to the name of God, 2 Vil. Whom thou waft fworn to cherish and defend. I Vil. How canft thou urge God's dreadful Law to us, When thou haft broke it in fuch high degree? Clar. Alas! for whofe fake did I that ill deed? If God will be avenged for the deed, I Vil. Who made thee then a bloody Minifter, Clar. My Brother's Love, the Devil, and my Rage. 1 Vil. Thy Brother's Love, our Duty, and thy Faults, Provoke us hither now, to flaughter thee. Clar. If you do love my Brother, hate not me: I am his Brother, and I love him well. If you are hir'd for meed, go back again, Your Brother Glo'fter hates you. Clar. Oh no, he loves me, and he holds me dear: Go you to him from me. Clar. Tell him, when that our Princely Father Tork, Bleft his three Sons with his victorious Aim, He He little thought of this divided Friendship: Come, you deceive your self, 'Tis he that fends us to deftroy you here. Clar. It cannot be, for he bewept my Fortune, And hugg'd me in his Arms, and fwore with fobs, That he would labour my Delivery, I Vil. Why fo he doth, when he delivers you From this Earth's thraldom, to the joys of Heav'n. 2 Val. Make peace with God, for you muft die, my Lord. Clar. Have you that holy feeling in your Souls, To counfel me to make my peace with God, And are you yet to your own Souls fo blind, That you will War with God, by murd'ring me? O Sirs, confider, they that fet you on To do this deed, will hate you for the deed. 2 Vil. What fhall we do? Clar. Relent, and fave your Souls: If two fuch Murtherers as your felves came to you, 1 Vil. Relent? no; 'tis cowardly and womanish. Clar. Not to relent, is beaftly, favage, devilish. My Friend, I fpy fome pity in thy looks: O, if thine Eye be not a Flatterer, 1 Vil. Take that, and that; if all this will not do, I'll drown you in the Malmsey-Butt within. [Stabs him. [Exiti 2 Vil. A bloody deed, and defperately dispatcht! How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my Hands Of this moft grievous Murther. Enter Enter first Villain. 1 Vil. How now? what mean'ft thou that thou help'ft me not? By Heav'n, the Duke fhall know how flack you have been, 2 Vil. I would he knew, that I had fav'd his Brother; Take thou the Fee, and tell him what I fay, For I repent me that the Duke is flain, 1 Vil. So do not I; go Coward as thou art. Well, I'll go hide the Body in fome hole, 'Till that the Duke give order for his Burial: And when I have my Meed, I will away; For this will out, and then I must not stay. [Exit. [Exit. ACT II. SCENE I. Flourish. Enter King Edward fick, the Queen, Dorfer, Rivers, Haftings, Catesby, Buckingham, and Woodvil. .Edw. WH You Peers continue this united League: I every day expect an Embassage From my Redeemer, to redeem me hence. And more in peace my Soul fhall part to Heav'n, Riv. By Heav'n, my Soul is purg'd from bearing Hate, K. Edw. Take heed you dally not before your King, Haft. So profper I, as I fwear perfect Love. Wife, love Lord Hastings, let him kifs your Hand, Queen. There Haftings, I will never more remember K. Edw. Dorfet, embrace him: Haftings, love Lord Marquefs. Dorf. This interchange of Love, I here protest Upon my part, fhall be inviolable. Haft. And fo fwear I. K. Edw. Now Princely Buckingham, feal thou this League With thy embracements to my Wife's Allies, And make me happy in your unity. Buck. When ever Buckingham doth turn his hate Upon your Grace, but with all duteous Love, [To the Queen. With hate in thofe where I expect moft love: [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, Buck. And in good time, Here comes Sir Richard Ratcliff, and the Duke. Enter Ratcliff and Gloucefter. Glo. Good morrow to my Sovereign King and Queen, And Princely Peers, a happy time of day. K. Edw. Happy indeed, as we have spent the day: Glofter, we have done deeds of Charity, Made Peace of Enmity, fair love of hate, Between these swelling wrong incensed Peers. Glo. A bleffed Labour, my moft Sovereign Lord: Hold me a Foe: If I unwillingly, or in my Rage, To |