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You have no children, butchers; if you had,
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:
K. Edw, Away, I fay; I charge ye bear her hence.
[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
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.
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,
Glo. Why, what a peevith fool was that of Crete,
K. Henry. I, Dedalus; my poor boy, Icarus;
Than 4 Rofcius . . i old elit. Warb. emend.
Than can my ears that tragick history.
Glo. Think’ft thou I am an executioner?
K. Henry. A perfecutor I am sure thou art;
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!
5 Thou çam'it into the world
...old edit. Theob. emegd.
0, may such purple tears be alway shed
[Stabs bim again.
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.