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.

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.