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You have no children, butchers; if you had,
The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse;
But if you ever chance to have a child,
Look in his youth to have him so cut off,
As, deathsmen! you have rid this sweet young Prince,

K. Edw. Away with her, go bear her hence by force,

Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here: Here fheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death: What? wilt thou not? then, Clarence, do it thou.

Cla. By heav'n I will not do thee so much ease. [do it, Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou Cla. Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it?

Q. Mar. Ay, but thou useft to forswear thy felf:
'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.
What, wilt thou not? where is that i 'Devil-butcher,
Richard? hard-favour'd Richard, where art thou?
Thou art not here: Murther is thy Almsdeed.
Petitioner for blood thou ne'er put'st back.

K. Edw, Away, I fay; I charge ye bear her hence.
Q. Mar. So come to you and yours, as to this Prince !

[Exit Q. Margaret. K. Edw. Where's Richard gone?

Cla. To London all in poft, and as I guess, To make a bloody fupper in the Tower.

K. Edw. He's sudden if a thing comes in his head, Now march we hence, discharge the common fort With

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and thanks, and let's away to London; And see our gentle Queen how well she fares; By this, I hope, the hath a son for me. [Exeunt.

3 Devils butcher, old edit. Thcob. emend.

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The Tower of LONDON. Enter King Henry, and Gloucester, with the Lieutenant

on the Tower Walls. Glo.GOOD day, my Lord; what, at your book fo hard?

K. Henry. Ay, my good Lord; my Lord, I

should say rather, 'Tis fin to flatter, good was little better : Good Glo'ster, and good devil, were alike, And both prepost'rous; therefore not good Lord. Glo. Sir, leave us to our selves, we must confer.

[Exit Lieutenant. K. Henry. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf, So first the harmless flock doth yield his fleece, And next his throat, unto the butcher's knife. What scene of death hath + 'Richard now to act ?

Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind, The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

K. Henry. The bird that hath been limed in a bush,
With trembling wings mif-doubteth ev'ry bush;
And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,
Have now the fatal object in my eye,
Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and kill'd.

Glo. Why, what a peevith 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. Henry. I, Dedalus; my poor boy, Icarus;
Thy father, Minos that deny'd our course;
The sun that fear’d the wings of my sweet boy,
Thy brother Edward; and thy self, the sea,
Whose envious gulph did swallow up his life.
Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words;
My breast can better brook thy dagger's point,

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Than 4 Rofcius . . i old elit. Warb. emend.

Than can my ears that tragick history.
But wherefore doft thou come? Is’t for my life?

Glo. Think’ft thou I am an executioner?

K. Henry. A perfecutor I am sure thou art;
If murth’ring innocents be executing,
Why then thou art an executioner.

Glo. Thy fon I kill'd for his presumption. (presume,

K. Henry. Hadst thou been kill'd when first thou didst Thou hadít not liv’d to kill a son of mine. And thus / prophesie, that many a thousand Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear, And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's, And many an orphan's water-standing eye, Men for their fons, wives for their husbands fate, And orphans for their parents timeless death, Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born. The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign; The night-crow cry'd, a boding luckless tune; Dogs howl'd, an hideous tempeft shook down trees; The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top, And chattering pyes in dismal discords fung: Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope, To wit, an indigested deform'd lump, Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree. Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born, To fignifie thou cam'ft to bite the world: And if the reft be true which I have heard, 5'Thou cam'ft into the world with thy legs forward." Glo. I'll hear no more: die, prophet, in thy speech ;

[Stabs bim. For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.

K. Henry. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this O! God forgive my sins, and pardon thee! [Dies,

Glo. What! will th' 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!

O, may

5 Thou çam'it into the world

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0, may such purple tears be alway shed
From those who wish the downfal of our house!
If any spark of life be yet remaining,
Down, down to hell, and say I sent thee thither,

[Stabs bim again.
1, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.
Indeed 'tis true that Henry told me of:
For I have often heard my mother say
I came into the world with my legs forward.
Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,
And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right?
The midwife wonder’d, and the women cry'd
O Jesus bless us, be is born with teeth!
And so I was, which plainly signify’d
That I should snarle, and bite, and play the dog:
Then since the heav'ns have shap'd my body so,
Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.
I have no brother, I am like no brother,
And this word love which grey-beards call divine,
Be resident in men like one another,
And not in me! I am my self alone.
Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light,
But I will fort a pitchy day for thee:
For I will buz abroad such prophecies,
That Edward shall be fearful of his life,
And then to purge his fear I'll be thy death.
King Henry, and the Prince his son, are gone ;
Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest;
Counting my self but bad, 'till I be best. :
I'll throw thy body in another room ;-
And triumph, Henry! in the day of doom, [Exit.

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Enter King Edward, Queen, Clarence, Gloucester,

Hastings, Nurse, and Attendants. K. Edw. ONCE more we Sithon England's royal throne,

with What valiant foe-men, like to autumn's corn, Have we mow'd down in top of all their pride? Three Dukes of Somerset, three-fold renown'd For hardy and undoubted champions : Two Cliffords, as the father and the fon; And two Northumberlands; two braver men Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound. With them the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague, That in their chains fetter'd the Kingly Lion, And made the forest tremble when they roar'd. Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat, And made our footstool of security. Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy: Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles and my self Have in our armours watch'd the winter-night, Went all a-foot in summer's scalding heat, That thou might'st re-possess the crown in peace ; And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.

Glo. I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid, [Afide. For yet I am not look'd on in the world. This shoulder was ordain'd so thick, to heave, And heave it shall some weight or break my back; Work thou the way, and that shall execute.

[Pointing to his Head. K. Edw. Clarence and Gloʻster, love my lovely Queen, And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.

Cla. The duty that I owe your Majesty I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.

Queen.

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