149147Tis very grieuous to be thought vpon:

150148What is he in his bed?

151149Hast. He is.

152150Glo. Go you before and I will follow you. Exit Hast.

154151He cannot liue I hope, and must not die,

155152Till George be packt with post horse vp to heauen.

156153Ile in to vrge his hatred more to Clarence,

157154With lies well steeld with weighty arguments,

158155And if I faile not in my deepe intent,

159156Clarence hath not an other day to liue

160157Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy,

161158And leaue the world for me to bussell in,

162159For then Ile marry Warwicks yongest daughter:

163160What though I kild her husband and her father,

164161The readiest way to make the wench amends,

165162Is to become her husband and her father:

166163The which will I, not all so much for loue,

167164As for another secret close intent.

168165By marrying her which I must reach vnto.

169166But yet I run before my horse to market:

170167Clarence still breathes, Edward still liues and raignes,

171168When they are gone then must I count my gaines. Exit.

175170Lady An. Set downe set downe your honourable lo

176171If honor may be shrowded in a hearse,

177172Whilst I a while obsequiously lament

178173The vntimely fall of vertuous Lancaster:

179174Poore kei-cold figure of a holy King,

180175Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster,

181176Thou bloudlesse remnant of that royall bloud,

182177Be it lawfull that I inuocate thy ghost,

183178To heare the lamentations of poore Anne,

184179Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughtered sonne,

185180Stabd by the selfesame hands that made these holes,

186181Lo in those windowes that let foorth thy life,

187182I powre the helplesse balme of my poore eies,

188183Curst be the hand that made these fatall holes,

189184Curst be the heart that had the heart to doe it.