1058983I am his brother, and I loue him well:

1059984If you be hirde for meede, go backe againe,

1060985And I will send you to my brother Glocester,

1061986Who will reward you better for my life,

1062987Then Edward will for tydings of my death.

10639882 You are deceiu'd, your brother Glocester hates you.

1065989Cla. Oh no, he loues me, and he holds me deare,

1066990Go you to him from me.

1067991Am. I, so we will.

1068992Cla. Tell him, when that our princely father Yorke,

1069993Blest his three sonnes with his victorious arme:

1069.1994And chargd vs from his soule, to loue each other,

1070995He little thought of this deuided friendship.

1071996Bid Glocester thinke of this, and he will weepe.

1072997Am. I, milstones as he lessond vs to weepe.

1073998Cla. O doe not slaunder him for he is kind.

10749991 Right as snow in haruest, thou deceiu'st thy selfe,

10761000Tis he hath sent vs hither now to slaughter thee.

10771001Cla. It cannot be, for when I parted with him,

10781002He hugd me in his armes, and swore with sobs,

10791003That he would labour my deliuery.

108010042 Why so he doth, now he deliuers thee,

10811005From this worlds thraldome, to the ioies of heauen,

108210061 Makes peace with God, for you must die my Lo:

10831007Cla. Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soule,

10841008To counsell me to make my peace with God;

10851009And art thou yet to thy owne soule so blinde,

10861010That thou wilt war with God, by murdring me?

10871011Ah sirs, consider, he that set you on

10881012To doe this deede, will hate you for this deede.

108910132 What shall we doe?

10901014Cla. Relent, and saue your soules.

109610151 Relent, tis cowardly and womanish.

10971016Cla. Not to relent, is beastly, sauage, diuelish,

10981017My friend, I spie some pitty in thy lookes:

10991018Oh if thy eye be not a flatterer,

11001019Come thou on my side, and intreat for me,

11011020A begging Prince, what begger pitties not?

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