of Richard the third.
149147Tis very grieuous to be thought vpon:
152150Glo. Go you before and I will follow you.
Exit Hast. 154151He cannot liue I hope, and mu
st not die,
155152Till George be packt with po
st hor
se vp to heauen.
156153Ile in to vrge his hatred more to Clarence,
157154With lies well
steeld with weighty arguments,
158155And if I faile not in my deepe intent,
159156Clarence hath not an other day to liue
160157Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy,
161158And leaue the world for me to bu
ssell in,
162159For then Ile marry Warwicks yonge
st daughter:
163160What though I kild her husband and her father,
164161The readie
st way to make the wench amends,
165162Is to become her husband and her father:
166163The which will I, not all
so much for loue,
167164As for another
secret clo
se intent.
168165By marrying her which I mu
st reach vnto.
169166But yet I run before my hor
se to market:
170167Clarence
still breathes, Edward
still liues and raignes,
171168When they are gone then mu
st I count my gaines.
Exit. 173169Enter Lady Anne with the hearse of Harry the 6. 175170Lady An. Set downe
set downe your honourable lo
176171If honor may be
shrowded in a hear
se,
177172Whil
st I a while ob
sequiou
sly lament
178173The vntimely fall of vertuous Lanca
ster:
179174Poore kei-cold
figure of a holy King,
180175Pale a
shes of the hou
se of Lanca
ster,
181176Thou bloudle
sse remnant of that royall bloud,
182177Be it lawfull that I inuocate thy gho
st,
183178To heare the lamentations of poore Anne,
184179Wife to thy Edward, to thy
slaughtered
sonne,
185180Stabd by the
selfe
same hands that made the
se holes,
186181Lo in tho
se windowes that let foorth thy life,
187182I powre the helple
sse balme of my poore eies,
188183Cur
st be the hand that made the
se fatall holes,
189184Cur
st be the heart that had the heart to doe it.
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