Yorke, and Henrie the Sixt.
30132118Edw. Take that, the litnes of this railer heere.
30212121Edw. Hold
Richard hold, for we haue doone too
(much alreadie. 30222122Glo. Why
should
she liue to
fill the world with words?
30242123Edw. What doth
she
swound? make meanes for
30262125Glo. Clarence, excu
se me to the king my brother,
30272126I mu
st to London on a
serious matter,
30282127Ere you come there, you
shall heare more newes.
30292128Cla. About what, prethe tell me?
30302129Glo. The Tower man, the Tower, Ile root them out
30312131Queen. Ah
Ned,
speake to thy mother boy? ah
30332133Traytors, Tyrants, bloudie Homicides,
2134They that
stabd
Caesar shed no bloud at all,
30362135For he was a man, this in re
spe
ct a childe,
30372136And men nere
spend then furie on a child,
30382137Whats wor
se then tyrant that
I maie name,
30432138You haue no children Deuils, if you had,
30442139The thought of them would then haue
stopt your rage,
30452140But if you euer hope to haue a
sonne,
30462141Looke in his youth to haue him
so cut o
ff,
30472142As Traitors you haue doone this
sweet young prince.
30482143Edw. Awaie, and beare her hence.
30492144Queen. Naie nere beare me hence, di
spatch
30502145Me heere, heere
sheath thy
sword,
30512146Ile pardon thee my death. Wilt thou not?
2147Then
Clarence, doe thou doe it?
30522148Cla. By Heauen I would not doe thee
so much ea
se.
Queen.