The Tragedie of Richard D. of
30532149Queen. Good
Clarence doe,
sweet Clarence kill me too.
30542150Cla. Did
st thou not heare me
sweare
I would not do it?
30552151Queen. I, but thou v
se
st to for
sweare thy
selfe,
30562152Twas
sinne before, but now tis charitie.
30572153Whears the Diuels butcher, hardfauored
Richard,
30582154Richard where art thou? He is not heere,
30592155Murder is his almes deed, petitioners
30612157Edw. Awaie I
saie, and take her hence perforce.
30622158Queen. So come to you and yours, as to this prince.
Ex. 30642159Edw. Clarence, whithers
Gloster gone?
30652160Cla Marrie my Lord to London, and as I ge
sse, to
30662161Make a bloudie
supper in the Tower.
30672162Edw. He is
sudden if a thing come in his head.
30682163Well, di
scharge the common
souldiers with paie
30692164And thankes, and now let vs towards London,
30702165To
see our gentle
Queene how
shee doth fare,
30712166For by this I hope
shee hath a
sonne for vs.
30722168Enter Gloster to king Henry in the Tower. 30742169Glo. Good day my Lord. What at your booke
so hard?
30762170Hen. I my good Lord. Lord
I should
saie rather,
30772171Tis
sinne to
flatter, good was little better,
30782172Good
Gloster, and good Diuell, were all alike,
30842173What
scene of Death hath
Rosius now to a
ct?
30852174Glo. Su
spition alwaies haunts a guiltie mind.
30862175Hen. The birde once limde doth feare the fatall bu
sh,
30892176And I the haple
sse maile to one poore birde,
30902177Haue now the fatall obie
ct in mine eie,
30912178Where my poore young was limde, was caught & kild.
30922179Glo. Why, what a foole was that of Creete?
That