K. EDW. Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce. Q. MAR. Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here ; Here sheathe 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-favour'd 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 [Exit, led out forcibly. prince! 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 [Exeunt. Enter KING HENRY and GLOUCESTER, with the GLOU. 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 Gloucester and good devil were alike, confer. wolf; So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece GLOU. 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 kill'd. GLOU. 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 drown'd. K. HEN. I, Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus ; life? GLOU. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption. K. HEN. Hadst thou been kill'd when first thou didst presume, Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine. And thus I prophesy, that many a thousand, trees; The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top, And chattering pies in dismal discords sung. Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree. Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born, And, if the rest be true which I have heard, GLOU. I'll hear no more: die, propnet, in thy speech: [Stabs him. For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd. K. HɛN. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this. O, God forgive my sins, and pardon thee! [Dies. GLOU. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted. See how my sword weeps for the poor king's death! From those that wish the downfall of our house! O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth! That I should snarl and bite and play the dog. And not in me: I am myself alone. Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light: And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death. SCENE VII. [Exit, with the body. London. The palace. Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD, QUEEN ELIZABETH, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, a Nurse with the young PRINCE, and Attendants. K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal throne, Re-purchased with the blood of enemies. What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn, |