11112. Mur. I would he knew that I had sau'd his brother,

1112Take thou the Fee, and tell him what I say,

1113For I repent me that the Duke is slaine. Exit.

11141. Mur. So do not I: go Coward as thou art.

1115Well, Ile go hide the body in some hole,

1116Till that the Duke giue order for his buriall:

1117And when I haue my meede, I will away,

1118For this will out, and then I must not stay. Exit

1124King. Why so: now haue I done a good daies work.

1125You Peeres, continue this vnited League:

1126I, euery day expect an Embassage

1127From my Redeemer, to redeeme me hence.

1128And more to peace my soule shall part to heauen,

1129Since I haue made my Friends at peace on earth.

1130Dorset and Riuers, take each others hand,

1131Dissemble not your hatred, Sweare your loue.

1132Riu. By heauen, my soule is purg'd from grudging hate

1133And with my hand I seale my true hearts Loue.

1134Hast. So thriue I, as I truly sweare the like.

1135King. Take heed you dally not before your King,

1136Lest he that is the supreme King of Kings

1137Confound your hidden falshood, and award

1138Either of you to be the others end.

1139Hast. So prosper I, as I sweare perfect loue.

1140Ri. And I, as I loue Hastings with my heart.

1141King. Madam, your selfe is not exempt from this:

1142Nor you Sonne Dorset, Buckingham nor you;

1143You haue bene factious one against the other.

1144Wife, loue Lord Hastings, let him kisse your hand,

1145And what you do, do it vnfeignedly.

1146Qu. There Hastings, I will neuer more remember

1147Our former hatred, so thriue I, and mine.

1148King. Dorset, imbrace him:

1149Hastings, loue Lord Marquesse.

1150Dor. This interchange of loue, I heere protest

1151Vpon my part, shall be inuiolable.

1152Hast. And so sweare I.

1153King. Now Princely Buckingham, seale y^u this league

1154With thy embracements to my wiues Allies,

1155And make me happy in your vnity.

1156Buc. When euer Buckingham doth turne his hate

1157Vpon your Grace, but with all dutious loue,

1158Doth cherish you, and yours, God punish me

1159With hate in those where I expect most loue,

1160When I haue most need to imploy a Friend,

1161And most assured that he is a Friend,

1162Deepe, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile,

1163Be he vnto me: This do I begge of heauen,

1164When I am cold in loue, to you, or yours. Embrace

1165King. A pleasing Cordiall, Princely Buckingham

1166Is this thy Vow, vnto my sickely heart:

1167There wanteth now our Brother Gloster heere,

1168To make the blessed period of this peace.

1169Buc. And in good time,

1170Heere comes Sir Richard Ratcliffe, and the Duke.

1172Rich. Good morrow to my Soueraigne King & Queen

1173And Princely Peeres, a happy time of day.

1174King, Happy indeed, as we haue spent the day:

1175Gloster, we haue done deeds of Charity,

1176Made peace of enmity, faire loue of hate,

1177Betweene these swelling wrong incensed Peeres.

1178Rich. A blessed labour my most Soueraigne Lord:

1179Among this Princely heape, if any heere

1180By false intelligence, or wrong surmize

1181Hold me a Foe: If I vnwillingly, or in my rage,

1182Haue ought committed that is hardly borne,

1183To any in this presence, I desire

1184To reconcile me to his Friendly peace:

1185'Tis death to me to be at enmitie:

1186I hate it, and desire all good mens loue,

1187First Madam, I intreate true peace of you,

1188Which I will purchase with my dutious seruice.

1189Of you my Noble Cosin Buckingham,

1190If euer any grudge were lodg'd betweene vs.

1191Of you and you, Lord Riuers and of Dorset,

1192That all without desert haue frown'd on me:

1193Of you Lord Wooduill, and Lord Scales of you,

1194Dukes, Earles, Lords, Gentlemen, indeed of all.

1195I do not know that Englishman aliue,

1196With whom my soule is any iot at oddes,

1197More then the Infant that is borne to night:

1198I thanke my God for my Humility.

1199Qu. A holy day shall this be kept heereafter:

1200I would to God all strifes were well compounded.

1201My Soueraigne Lord, I do beseech your Highnesse

1202To take our Brother Clarence to your Grace.

1203Rich. Why Madam, haue I offred loue for this,

1204To be so flowted in this Royall presence?

1205Who knowes not that the gentle Duke is dead? Theyall start.

1206You do him iniurie to scorne his Coarse.

1207King. Who knowes not he is dead?

1208Who knowes he is?

1209Qu. All-seeing heauen, what a world is this?

1210Buc. Looke I so pale Lord Dorset, as the rest?

1211Dor. I my good Lord, and no man in the presence,

1212But his red colour hath forsooke his cheekes.

1213King. Is Clarence dead? The Order was reuerst.

1214Rich. But he (poore man) by your first order dyed,

1215And that a winged Mercurie did beare:

1216Some tardie Cripple bare the Countermand,

1217That came too lagge to see him buried.

1218God grant, that some lesse Noble, and lesse Loyall,

1219Neerer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood,

1220Deserue not worse then wretched Clarence did,

1221And yet go currant from Suspition.

1223Der. A boone my Soueraigne for my seruice done.

1224King. I prethee peace, my soule is full of sorrow.

1225Der. I will not rise, vnlesse your Highnes heare me.

1226King. Then say at once, what is it thou requests.

1227Der. The forfeit (Soueraigne) of my seruants life,

1228Who slew to day a Riotous Gentleman,

1229Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolke.

1230King. Haue I a tongue to doome my Brothers death?

1231And shall that tongue giue pardon to a slaue?

1232My Brother kill'd no man, his fault was Thought,

1233And yet his punishment was bitter death.