12301135Kin. Haue I a tongue to doome my brothers death,

12311136And shall the same giue pardon to a slaue?

12321137My brother slew no man, his fault was thought,

12331138And yet his punishment was cruell death.

12341139Who sued to me for him? who in my rage,

12351140Kneeld at my feete and bad me be aduisde?

12361141Who spake of Brotherhood? who of loue?

12371142Who told me how the poore soule did forsake

12381143The mighty Warwicke, and did fight for me:

12391144Who tolde me in the field by Teuxbery,

12401145When Oxford had me downe, he rescued me,

12411146And said deare brother, liue and be a King?

12421147Who told me when we both lay in the field,

12431148Frozen almost to death, how he did lappe me

12441149Euen in his owne garments, and gaue himselfe

12451150All thin and naked to the numbcold night?

12461151All this from my remembrance brutish wrath

12471152Sinfully puckt, and not a man of you

12481153Had so much grace to put it in my minde.

12491154But when your carters, or your waighting vassailes

12501155Haue done a drunken slaughter, and defaste

12511156The pretious image of oure deare Redeemer,

12521157You straight are on your knees for pardon pardon,

12531158And I vniustly too, must grant it you:

12541159But for my brother, not a man would speake,

12551160Nor I vngratious speake vnto my selfe,

12561161For him poore soule: The proudest of you all

12571162Haue beene beholding to him in his life:

12581163Yet none of you would once pleade for his life:

12591164Oh God I feare thy Iustice will take hold

12601165On me, and you, and mine, and yours for this.

12611166Come Hastings help me to my closet, oh poore Clarence, ( Exit.

12631167Glo. This is the fruit of rashnes: markt you not

12641168How that the guilty kindred of the Queene,

12651169Lookt pale when they did heare of Clarence death?

12661170Oh they did vrge it still vnto the King,

12671171God will reuenge it. But come lets in

12681172To comfort Edward with our company. Exeunt.

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