So, now I have done a good day's work.

2.1.311251038You peers, continue this united league;

2.1.411261039I every day expect an embassage

2.1.511271040From my Redeemer to redeem me hence:

2.1.611281041And now in peace my soul shall part to heaven

2.1.711291042Since I have set my friends at peace on earth.

2.1.811301043Rivers and Hastings, take each other's hand,

2.1.911311044Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love.

By heaven, my heart is purged from grudging hate,

2.1.1111331046And with my hand I seal my true heart's love.

So thrive I as I truly swear the like.

Take heed you dally not before your King

2.1.1511361049Lest he that is the supreme King of Kings

2.1.1611371050Confound your hidden falsehood, and award

2.1.1711381051Either of you to be the other's end.

So prosper I, as I swear perfect love.

And I, as I love Hastings with my heart.

Madam, yourself are not exempt in this,

2.1.2111421055Nor your son Dorset, Buckingham nor you.

2.1.2211431056You have been factious one against the other:

2.1.2311441057Wife, love Lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand,

2.1.2411451058And what you do, do it unfeignedly.

Here, Hastings, I will never more remember

2.1.2711471060Our former hatred, so thrive I and mine.

This interchange of love I here protest

2.1.2911511062Upon my part shall be inviolable.

And so swear I, my lord.

Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou this league

2.1.3311541065With thy embracements to my wife's allies

2.1.3411551066And make me happy in your unity.

Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate

2.1.3611571068On you or yours; but with all duteous love

2.1.3711581069Doth cherish you and yours, God punish me

2.1.3811591070With hate in those where I expect most love:

2.1.3911601071When I have most need to employ a friend,

2.1.401161And most assurèd that he is a friend,

2.1.4111621072Deep, hollow, treacherous and full of guile

2.1.4211631073Be he unto me; this do I beg of God

2.1.4311641074When I am cold in zeal to you or yours.

A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham,

2.1.4611661076Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart.

2.1.4711671077There wanteth now our brother Gloucester here

2.1.4811681078To make the perfect period of this peace.

And in good time 1170here comes the noble Duke.

Good morrow to my sovereign King and Queen,

2.1.5211731081And princely peers, a happy time of day.

Happy indeed as we have spent the day:

2.1.5411751083Brother we have done deeds of charity,

2.1.5511761084Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate

2.1.5611771085Between these swelling, wrong-incensèd peers.

A blessèd labor, my most sovereign liege;

2.1.5811791087Amongst this princely heap, if any here

2.1.5911801088By false intelligence or wrong surmise

2.1.6011811089Hold me a foe; if I unwittingly or in my rage

2.1.6111821090Have aught committed that is hardly borne

2.1.6211831091By any in this presence, I desire

2.1.6311841092To reconcile me to his friendly peace.

2.1.6411851093'Tis death to me to be at enmity;

2.1.6511861094I hate it, and desire all good men's love.

2.1.6611871095First, madam, I entreat true peace of you

2.1.6711881096Which I will purchase with my duteous service;

2.1.6811891097Of you my noble cousin Buckingham

2.1.6911901098If ever any grudge were lodged between us.

2.1.7011911099Of you Lord Rivers, and Lord Grey of you,

2.1.7111921100That all without desert have frowned on me,

2.1.7211941101Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen, indeed of all:

2.1.7311951102I do not know that Englishman alive

2.1.7411961103With whom my soul is any jot at odds

2.1.7511971104More than the infant that is born tonight;

2.1.7611981105I thank my God for my humility.

A holy day shall this be kept hereafter.

2.1.7812001107I would to God all strifes were well compounded:

2.1.7912011108My sovereign liege, I do beseech your majesty

2.1.8012021109To take our brother Clarence to your grace.

Why madam, have I offered love for this,

2.1.8212041111To be thus scornèd in this royal presence?

2.1.8312051112Who knows not that the noble Duke is dead?

2.1.8512061113You do him injury to scorn his corse.

Who knows not he is dead? 1208Who knows he is?

All seeing heaven, what a world is this?

Look I so pale, Lord Dorset, as the rest?

Aye my good lord, and no one in this presence

2.1.9012121118But his red color hath forsook his cheeks.

Is Clarence dead! The order was reversed.

But he, poor soul, by your first order died,

2.1.9312151121And that a winged Mercury did bear.

2.1.9412161122Some tardy cripple bore the countermand

2.1.9512171123That came too lag to see him burièd.

2.1.9612181124God grant that some less noble and less

loyal,

2.1.9712191125Nearer in bloody thoughts but not in blood,

2.1.9812201126Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did,

2.1.9912211127And yet go current from suspicion.

A boon, my sovereign, for my service done.

I pray thee, peace, my soul is full of sorrow.

I will not rise unless your highness grant.

Then speak at once, what is it thou demand'st.

The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life

2.1.10612281133Who slew today a riotous gentleman

2.1.10712291134Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolk.

Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death

2.1.10912311136And shall the same give pardon to a slave?

2.1.11012321137My brother slew no man, his fault was thought,

2.1.11112331138And yet his punishment was cruel death.

2.1.11212341139Who sued to me for him? Who in my rage

2.1.11312351140Kneeled at my feet and bade me be advised?

2.1.11412361141Who spoke of brotherhood? who spoke of love?

2.1.11512371142Who told me how the poor soul did forsake

2.1.11612381143The mighty Warwick and did fight for me;

2.1.11712391144Who told me, in the field by Tewkesbury

2.1.11812401145When Oxford had me down, he rescued me

2.1.11912411146And said, "Dear brother, live and be a king?"

2.1.12012421147Who told me, when we both lay in the field

2.1.12112431148Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me

2.1.12212441149Even in his own garments, and gave himself

2.1.12312451150All thin and naked to the numbcold night?

2.1.12412461151All this from my remembrance brutish wrath

2.1.12512471152Sinfully plucked, and not a man of you

2.1.12612481153Had so much grace to put it in my mind.

2.1.12712491154But when your carters or your waiting vassals

2.1.12812501155Have done a drunken slaughter, and defaced

2.1.12912511156The precious image of our dear Redeemer,

2.1.13012521157You straight are on your knees for "Pardon, pardon!"

2.1.13112531158And I, unjustly too, must grant it you.

2.1.13212541159But for my brother, not a man would speak,

2.1.13312551160Nor I, ungracious, speak unto myself

2.1.13412561161For him, poor soul. The proudest of you all

2.1.13512571162Have been beholding to him in his life,

2.1.13612581163Yet none of you would once plead for his life.

2.1.13712591164O God, I fear thy justice will take hold

2.1.13812601165On me, and you, and mine, and yours for this.

2.1.13912611166Come Hastings, help me to my closet; 1262oh, poor Clarence!

This is the fruit of rashness. Marked you not

2.1.14212641168How that the guilty kindred of the Queen

2.1.14312651169Looked pale when they did hear of Clarence' death?

2.1.14412661170Oh, they did urge it still unto the King.

2.1.14512671171God will revenge it. But come, let's in

2.1.14612681172To comfort Edward with our company.