1234Who sued to me for him? Who (in my wrath)

1235Kneel'd and my feet, and bid me be aduis'd?

1236Who spoke of Brother-hood? who spoke of loue?

1237Who told me how the poore soule did forsake

1238The mighty Warwicke, and did fight for me?

1239Who told me in the field at Tewkesbury,

1240When Oxford had me downe, he rescued me:

1241And said deare Brother liue, and be a King?

1242Who told me, when we both lay in the Field,

1243Frozen (almost) to death, how he did lap me

1244Euen in his Garments, and did giue himselfe

1245(All thin and naked) to the numbe cold night?

1246All this from my Remembrance, brutish wrath

1247Sinfully pluckt, and not a man of you

1248Had so much grace to put it in my minde.

1249But when your Carters, or your wayting Vassalls

1250Haue done a drunken Slaughter, and defac'd

1251The precious Image of our deere Redeemer,

1252You straight are on your knees for Pardon, pardon,

1253And I (vniustly too) must grant it you.

1254But for my Brother, not a man would speake,

1255Nor I (vngracious) speake vnto my selfe

1256For him poore Soule. The proudest of you all,

1257Haue bin beholding to him in his life:

1258Yet none of you, would once begge for his life.

1259O God! I feare thy iustice will take hold

1260On me, and you; and mine, and yours for this.

1261Come Hastings helpe me to my Closset.

1262Ah poore Clarence. Exeunt some with K. & Qneen.

1263Rich. This is the fruits of rashnes: Markt you not,

1264How that the guilty Kindred of the Queene

1265Look'd pale, when they did heare of Clarence death.

1266O! they did vrge it still vnto the King,

1267God will reuenge it. Come Lords will you go,

1268To comfort Edward with our company.

1269Buc. We wait vpon your Grace. exeunt.

1273Edw. Good Grandam tell vs, is our Father dead?

1274Dutch. No Boy.

1275Daugh. Why do weepe so oft? And beate your Brest?

1276And cry, O Clarence, my vnhappy Sonne.

1277Boy. Why do you looke on vs, and shake your head,

1278And call vs Orphans, Wretches, Castawayes,

1279If that our Noble Father were aliue?

1280Dut. My pretty Cosins, you mistake me both,

1281I do lament the sicknesse of the King,

1282As loath to lose him, not your Fathers death:

1283It were lost sorrow to waile one that's lost.

1284Boy. Then you conclude, (my Grandam) he is dead:

1285The King mine Vnckle is too blame for it.

1286God will reuenge it, whom I will importune

1287With earnest prayers, all to that effect.

1288Daugh. And so will I.

1289Dut. Peace children peace, the King doth loue you wel.

1290Incapeable, and shallow Innocents,

1291You cannot guesse who caus'd your Fathers death.

1292Boy. Grandam we can: for my good Vnkle Gloster

1293Told me, the King prouok'd to it by the Queene,

1294Deuis'd impeachments to imprison him;

1295And when my Vnckle told me so, he wept,

1296And pittied me, and kindly kist my cheeke:

1297Bad me rely on him, as on my Father,

1298And he would loue me deerely as a childe.

1299Dut. Ah! that Deceit should steale such gentle shape,

1300And with a vertuous Vizor hide deepe vice.

1301He is my sonne, I, and therein my shame,

1302Yet from my dugges, he drew not this deceit.

1303Boy. Thinke you my Vnkle did dissemble Grandam?

1304Dut. I Boy.

1305Boy. I cannot thinke it. Hearke, what noise is this?

1308Qu. Ah! who shall hinder me to waile and weepe?

1309To chide my Fortune, and torment my Selfe.

1310Ile ioyne with blacke dispaire against my Soule,

1311And to my selfe, become an enemie.

1312Dut. What meanes this Scene of rude impatience?

1313Qu. To make an act of Tragicke violence.

1314Edward my Lord, thy Sonne, our King is dead.

1315Why grow the Branches, when the Roote is gone?

1316Why wither not the leaues that want their sap?

1317If you will liue, Lament: if dye, be breefe,

1318That our swift-winged Soules may catch the Kings,

1319Or like obedient Subiects follow him,

1320To his new Kingdome of nere-changing night.

1321Dut. Ah so much interest haue in thy sorrow,

1322As I had Title in thy Noble Husband:

1323I haue bewept a worthy Husbands death,

1324And liu'd with looking on his Images:

1325But now two Mirrors of his Princely semblance,

1326Are crack'd in pieces, by malignant death,

1327And I for comfort, haue but one false Glasse,

1328That greeues me, when I see my shame in him.

1329Thou art a Widdow: yet thou art a Mother,

1330And hast the comfort of thy Children left,

1331But death hath snatch'd my Husband from mine Armes,

1332And pluckt two Crutches from my feeble hands,

1333Clarence, and Edward. O, what cause haue I,

1334(Thine being but a moity of my moane)

1335To ouer-go thy woes, and drowne thy cries.

1336Boy. Ah Aunt! you wept not for our Fathers death:

1337How can we ayde you with our Kindred teares?

1338Daugh. Our fatherlesse distresse was left vnmoan'd,

1339Your widdow-dolour, likewise be vnwept.

1340Qu. Giue me no helpe in Lamentation,

1341I am not barren to bring forth complaints:

1342All Springs reduce their currents to mine eyes,

1343That I being gouern'd by the waterie Moone,

1344May send forth plenteous teares to drowne the World.

1345Ah, for my Husband, for my deere Lord Edward.

1346Chil. Ah for our Father, for our deere Lord Clarence.

1347Dut. Alas for both, both mine Edward and Clarence.

1348Qu. What stay had I but Edward, and hee's gone?

1349Chil. What stay had we but Clarence? and he's gone.

1350Dut. What stayes had I, but they? and they are gone.

1351Qu. Was neuer widdow had so deere a losse.

1352Chil. Were neuer Orphans had so deere a losse.

1353Dut. Was neuer Mother had so deere a losse.

1354Alas! I am the Mother of these Greefes,

1355Their woes are parcell'd, mine is generall.

1356She for an Edward weepes, and so do I: