30532149Queen. Good Clarence doe, sweet Clarence kill me too.

30542150Cla. Didst thou not heare me sweare I would not do it?

30552151Queen. I, but thou vsest to forsweare 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

30602156For bloud he nere put backe.

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 gesse, to

30662161Make a bloudie supper in the Tower.

30672162Edw. He is sudden if a thing come in his head.

30682163Well, discharge 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.

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 act?

30852174Glo. Suspition alwaies haunts a guiltie mind.

30862175Hen. The birde once limde doth feare the fatall bush,

30892176And I the haplesse maile to one poore birde,

30902177Haue now the fatall obiect in mine eie,

30912178Where my poore young was limde, was caught & kild.

30922179Glo. Why, what a foole was that of Creete?