The Tragedie of Richard D. of
¶Queen. Good
Clarence doe,
sweet Clarence kill me too.
¶Cla. Did
st thou not heare me
sweare
I would not do it?
3055Queen. I, but thou v
se
st to for
sweare thy
selfe,
¶Twas
sinne before, but now tis charitie.
¶Whears the Diuels butcher, hardfauored
Richard,
¶Richard where art thou? He is not heere,
¶Murder is his almes deed, petitioners
3060For bloud he nere put backe.
¶Edw. Awaie I
saie, and take her hence perforce.
¶Queen. So come to you and yours, as to this prince.
Ex.
¶Edw. Clarence, whithers
Gloster gone?
3065Cla Marrie my Lord to London, and as I ge
sse, to
¶Make a bloudie
supper in the Tower.
¶Edw. He is
sudden if a thing come in his head.
¶Well, di
scharge the common
souldiers with paie
¶And thankes, and now let vs towards London,
3070To
see our gentle
Queene how
shee doth fare,
¶For by this I hope
shee hath a
sonne for vs.
¶Enter Gloster to king Henry in the Tower.
¶Glo. Good day my Lord. What at your booke
so hard?
¶Hen. I my good Lord. Lord
I should
saie rather,
¶Tis
sinne to flatter, good was little better,
¶Good
Gloster, and good Diuell, were all alike,
¶What
scene of Death hath
Rosius now to act?
3085Glo. Su
spition alwaies haunts a guiltie mind.
¶Hen. The birde once limde doth feare the fatall bu
sh,
¶And I the haple
sse maile to one poore birde,
3090Haue now the fatall obiect in mine eie,
¶Where my poore young was limde, was caught & kild.
¶Glo. Why, what a foole was that of Creete?
