The Tragedy
11891097Of you my noble Coo
sen Buckingham,
11901098If euer any grudge were logde betweene vs.
11911099Of you Lo: Riuers, and Lord Gray of you,
11921100That all without de
sert haue frownd on me,
11941101Dukes, Earles, Lords, gentlemen, indeed of all:
11951102I doe not know that Engli
sh man aliue,
11961103With whom my
soule is any iotte at oddes,
11971104More then the infant that is borne to night:
11981105I thanke my God for my humility.
11991106Qu. A holy day
shall this be kept hereafter,
12001107I would to God all
strifes were well compounded,
12011108My
soueraigne liege I doe be
seech your Maie
sty,
12021109To take our brother Clarence to your Grace.
12031110Glo. Why Madame, haue I o
ffred loue for this,
12041111To be thus
scorned in this royall pre
sence?
12051112Who knowes not that the noble Duke is dead,
12061113You doe him iniury to
scorne his cor
se.
12071114Ryu. Who knowes not he is dead? who knowes he is?
12091115Qu. All
seeing heauen, what a world is this?
12101116Buck. Looke I
so pale Lo: Dor
set as the re
st?
12111117Dor. I my good L: and no one in this pre
sence,
12121118But his red couler hath for
sooke his cheekes.
12131119Kin. Is Clarence dead, the order was reuer
st.
12141120Glo. But he poore
soule by your
fir
st order died,
12151121And that a wingled Mercury did beare,
12161122Some tardy cripple bore the countermaund,
12171123That came too lag to
see him buried:
12181124God grant that
some le
sse noble, and le
sse loyall,
12191125Neerer in bloudy thoughts, but not in blond:
12201126De
serue not wor
se then wretched Clarence did,
12211127And yet go currant from
su
spition.
Enter Darby. 12231128Dar. A boone my
soueraigne for my
seruice done
. 12241129Kin. I pray thee peace, my
soule is full of
sorrow.
12251130Dar. I will not ri
se vnle
sse your highne
sse grant.
12261131Kin. Then
speake at once, what is it thou demaund
st.
12271132Dar. The forfeit
soueraigne of my
seruants life,
12281133Who
slew to day a riotous gentleman,
12291134Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolke
. Kin. Haue