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That, as I live,
I would not pass another hour so dreadful,
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 confer.
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,
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;
But wherefore dost thou come? is't for
Glost. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.
Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine:
But thou wert born to massacre mankind.
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
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!
And 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,
I cannot blame her-
Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb,
Enter LIEUTENANT, hastily.
Lieut. My lord, I beg your grace
Glost. 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,