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That, as I live,
Glost. Good day, my lord ; what, at your book
so hard ? I disturb
you. K. Hen. You do indeed. Glost. Friend, leave us to ourselves; we must con
fer. K. Hen. What bloody scene has Roscius. now to act?
[Exit LIEUTENANT. Glost. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind : : The thief does fear each bush an officer. K. Hen. Where thieves, without controlment, rob
and kill, The traveller does fear each bush a thief : The poor bird, that has been already lim'd, With trembling wings misdoubts of every bush ; And I, the hapless male of one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye, By whom my young one bled, was caught, and
kill'd. Glost. 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: Thou shouldst have taught thy boy his prayers
alone, And then he had not broke his neck with climbing. K. Hen. Ah! kill me with thy weapon, not thy
words ; My breast can better brook thy dagger's point,
Than can my ears that piercing story;
Glost. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.
Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine:
Glost. I'll hear no more-Die, prophet, in thy speech;
For this, amongst the rest, I was ordain'd. [Stabs him. K. Hen. Oh! and for much more slaughter after this;
Just Heav'n forgive my sins, and pardon thee! [Dies. Glost. 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! Oh may such purple tears be always shed,
From those, who wish the downfall of our house!
Down, down to hell, and say I sent thee thither;
That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog.
And not in me-I am-myself alone.
Thou'st not another day to live; which done,
But soft-I'm sharing spoil, before the field is won. Clarence still breathes, Edward still lives and reigns,
When they are gone, then must I count my gains.
ACT THE SECOND.
Enter TRESSEL, meeting LORD STANLEY.
Tressel. My lord, your servant; pray what brought you to St. Paul's?
Stanley. I came among the crowd, to see the corpse Of poor King Henry; 'tis a dismal sight; But yesterday I saw him the Tower; His talk is still so fresh within my memory, That I could weep, to think how fate has us'd him. I wonder where's Duke Richard's policy,
In suffering him to lie expos'd to view;
Tressel. O yes, sir, love him, as he loves his brothers.
When was you with King Edward, pray, my lord?
Stanley. 'Tis thought he'll scarce recover.
Stanley. Mean you King Henry's daughter in law?
Whom Gloster kill'd at Tewksbury.
Stanley. Alas! poor lady! She's severely used!
yet, I hear, Richard attempts her love : Methinks the wrongs he's done her might discourage
him. Tressel. Neither those wrongs, nor his own shape,
can fright him: He sent for leave to visit her, this morning, And she was forc'd to keep her bed, to avoid him : Will you along To see this doleful ceremony? Stanley. I'll wait upon you.
Glost. 'Twas her excuse, to avoid me.-Alas ! She keeps no bed-She has health enough to progress far as Chertsey, Tho' not to bear the sight of me. I cannot blame herWhy, love forswore me in my mother's womb, And, for I should not deal in his soft laws, He did corrupt frail nature with a bribe, To shrink my arm up, like a wither'd shrub, To make an envious mountain on my back, Where sits deformity, to mock my body; To shape my legs of an unequal size, To disproportion me in every part. And am I then a man to be belov’d? Oh monstrous thought ! more vain than my ambi
Enter LIEUTENANT, hastily. Lieut. My lord, I beg your graceGlost. Begone, fellow ! I'm not at leisure. Lieut. My lord, the King, your brother,'s taken ill.
Glost. I'll wait on him : leave me friend. Ha! Edward taken ill! 'Would he were wasted, marrow, bones, and all,