92Rich. Euen so, and please your Worship Brakenbury,

93You may partake of any thing we say:

94We speake no Treason man; We say the King

95Is wise and vertuous, and his Noble Queene

96Well strooke in yeares, faire, and not iealious.

97We say, that Shores Wife hath a pretty Foot,

98A cherry Lip, a bonny Eye, a passing pleasing tongue:

99And that the Queenes Kindred are made gentle Folkes.

100How say you sir? can you deny all this?

101Bra. With this (my Lord) my selfe haue nought to

102doo.

103Rich. Naught to do with Mistris Shore?

104I tell thee Fellow, he that doth naught with her

105(Excepting one) were best to do it secretly alone.

106Bra. What one, my Lord?

107Rich. Her Husband Knaue, would'st thou betray me?

108Bra. I do beseech your Grace

109To pardon me, and withall forbeare

110Your Conference with the Noble Duke.

111Cla. We know thy charge Brakenbury, and wil obey.

112Rich. We are the Queenes abiects, and must obey.

113Brother farewell, I will vnto the King,

114And whatsoe're you will imploy me in,

115Were it to call King Edwards Widdow, Sister,

116I will performe it to infranchise you.

117Meane time, this deepe disgrace in Brotherhood,

118Touches me deeper then you can imagine.

119Cla. I know it pleaseth neither of vs well.

120Rich. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long,

121I will deliuer you, or else lye for you:

122Meane time, haue patience.

123Cla. I must perforce: Farewell. Exit Clar.

124Rich Go treade the path that thou shalt ne're return:

125Simple plaine Clarence, I do loue thee so,

126That I will shortly send thy Soule to Heauen,

127If Heauen will take the present at our hands.

128But who comes heere? the new deliuered Hastings?

130Hast. Good time of day vnto my gracious Lord.

131Rich. As much vnto my good Lord Chamberlaine:

132Well are you welcome to this open Ayre,

133How hath your Lordship brook'd imprisonment?

134Hast. With patience (Noble Lord) as prisoners must:

135But I shall liue (my Lord) to giue them thankes

136That were the cause of my imprisonment.

137Rich. No doubt, no doubt, and so shall Clarence too,

138For they that were your Enemies, are his,

139And haue preuail'd as much on him, as you,

140Hast. More pitty, that the Eagles should be mew'd,

141Whiles Kites and Buzards play at liberty.

142Rich. What newes abroad?

143Hast. No newes so bad abroad, as this at home:

144The King is sickly, weake, and melancholly,

145And his Physitians feare him mightily.

146Rich. Now by S. Iohn, that Newes is bad indeed.

147O he hath kept an euill Diet long,

148And ouer-much consum'd his Royall Person:

149'Tis very greeuous to be thought vpon.

150Where is he, in his bed?

151Hast. He is.

152Rich. Go you before, and I will follow you.

154He cannot liue I hope, and must not dye,

155Till George be pack'd with post-horse vp to Heauen.

156Ile in to vrge his hatred more to Clarence,

157With Lyes well steel'd with weighty Arguments,

158And if I faile not in my deepe intent,

159Clarence hath not another day to liue:

160Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy,

161And leaue the world for me to bussle in.

162For then, Ile marry Warwickes yongest daughter.

163What though I kill'd her Husband, and her Father,

164The readiest way to make the Wench amends,

165Is to become her Husband, and her Father:

166The which will I, not all so much for loue,

167As for another secret close intent,

168By marrying her, which I must reach vnto.

169But yet I run before my horse to Market:

170Clarence still breathes, Edward still liues and raignes,

171When they are gone, then must I count my gaines. Exit

175Anne. Set downe, set downe your honourable load,

176If Honor may be shrowded in a Herse;

177Whil'st I a-while obsequiously lament

178Th' vntimely fall of Vertuous Lancaster.

179Poore key-cold Figure of a holy King,

180Pale Ashes of the House of Lancaster;

181Thou bloodlesse Remnant of that Royall Blood,

182Be it lawfull that I inuocate thy Ghost,

183To heare the Lamentations of poore Anne,

184Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughtred Sonne,

185Stab'd by the selfesame hand that made these wounds.

186Loe, in these windowes that let forth thy life,

187I powre the helplesse Balme of my poore eyes.

188O cursed be the hand that made these holes:

189Cursed the Heart, that had the heart to do it:

190Cnrsed the Blood, that let this blood from hence:

191More direfull hap betide that hated Wretch

192That makes vs wretched by the death of thee,

193Then I can wish to Wolues, to Spiders, Toades,

194Or any creeping venom'd thing that liues.

195If euer he haue Childe, Abortiue be it,

196Prodigeous, and vntimely brought to light,

197Whose vgly and vnnaturall Aspect

198May fright the hopefull Mother at the view,

199And that be Heyre to his vnhappinesse.

200If euer he haue Wife, let her be made

201More miserable by the death of him,

202Then I am made by my young Lord, and thee.

203Come now towards Chertsey with your holy Lode,

204Taken from Paules, to be interred there.

205And still as you are weary of this waight,

206Rest you, whiles I lament King Henries Coarse.

208Rich. Stay you that beare the Coarse, & set it down.

209An. What blacke Magitian coniures vp this Fiend,

210To stop deuoted charitable deeds?

211Rich. Villaines set downe the Coarse, or by S. Paul,

212Ile make a Coarse of him that disobeyes.