11241037Kin. So, now I haue done a good daies worke,

11251038You peeres continue this vnited league,

11261039I euery day eXpect an Embassage

11271040From my redeemer to redeeme me hence:

11281041And now in peace my soule shall part from heauen,

11291042Since I haue set my friends at peace on earth:

11301043Riuers and Hastings, take each others hand,

11311044Dissemble not your hatred, sweare your loue.

11321045Riu. By heauen, my heart is purgd from grudging hate,

11331046And with my hand I seale my true hearts loue.

11341047Hast. So thriue I as I truely sweare the like.

11351048Kin. Take heede you dally not before your King,

11361049Least he that is the supreme King of Kings,

11371050Confound your hidden falshood and award

11381051Either of you to be the others end.

11391052Hast. So prosper I, as I sweare perfect loue.

11401053Riu. And I, as I loue hastings with my heart.

11411054Kin. Madame, your selfe are not exempt in this,

11421055Nor your son Dorset, Buckingham nor you,

11431056You haue beene factious one against the other:

11441057Wife, loue Lo: Hastings, let him kisse your hand,

11451058And what you doe, doe it vnfainedly.

11461059Q. Here Hastings I will neuer more remember

11471060Our former hatred so thriue I and mine.

11481061Dor. This enterchange of loue, I here protest,

11491062Vpon my part, shal be vnuiolable.

11521063Hast. And so sweare I my Lord.

11531064Kin. Now princely Buckingham seale thou this league

11541065With thy embracements to my wiues allies,

11551066And make me happy in your vnity.

11561067Buc. When euer Buckingham doth turne his hate,

11571068On you or yours, but with all duteous loue

11581069Doth cherish you and yours, God punish me

11591070With hate, in those where I expect most loue,

11601071When I haue most neede to imploy a friend,

1161And most assured that he is a friend,

11621072Deepe, hollow, trecherous, and full of guile

11631073Be he vnto me, this doe I begge of God,

11641074When I am cold in zeale to you or yours.

11651075Kin. A pleasing cordiall Princely Buckingham,

11661076Is this thy vow vnto my sickly heart:

11671077There wanteth now our brother Glocester here,

11681078To make the perfect period of this peace. Enter Glocest.

11691079Buc. And in good time here comes the noble Duke.

11721080Glo. Good morrow to my soueraigne King & Queene,

11731081And Princely peeres, a happy time of day.

11741082Kin. Happy indeede as we haue spent the day:

11751083Brother we haue done deedes of charity:

11761084Made peace of enmity, faire loue of hate,

11771085Betweene these swelling wrong insenced peeres.

11781086Glo. A blessed labour, my most soueraigne liege,

11791087Amongst this princely heape, if any here

11801088By false intelligence or wrong surmise,

11811089Hold me a foe, if I vnwittingly or in my rage,

11821090Haue ought committed that is hardly borne

11831091By any in this presence, I desire

11841092To reconcile me to his friendly peace,

11851093Tis death to me to be at enmity.

11861094I hate it, and desire all good mens loue.

11871095First Madam I intreate true peace of you,

11881096Which I will purchase with my dutious seruice.

11891097Of you my noble Coosen Buckingham,

11901098If euer any grudge were logde betweene vs.

11911099Of you Lo: Riuers, and Lord Gray of you,

11921100That all without desert haue frownd on me,

11941101Dukes, Earles, Lords, gentlemen, indeed of all:

11951102I doe not know that English 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 beseech your Maiesty,

12021109To take our brother Clarence to your Grace.

12031110Glo. Why Madame, haue I offred loue for this,

12041111To be thus scorned in this royall presence?

12051112Who knowes not that the noble Duke is dead,

12061113You doe him iniury to scorne his corse.

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: Dorset as the rest?

12111117Dor. I my good L: and no one in this presence,

12121118But his red couler hath forsooke his cheekes.

12131119Kin. Is Clarence dead, the order was reuerst.

12141120Glo. But he poore soule by your first 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 lesse noble, and lesse loyall,

12191125Neerer in bloudy thoughts, but not in blond:

12201126Deserue not worse then wretched Clarence did,

12211127And yet go currant from suspition. 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 rise vnlesse your highnesse grant.

12261131Kin. Then speake at once, what is it thou demaundst.

12271132Dar. The forfeit soueraigne of my seruants life,

12281133Who slew to day a riotous gentleman,

12291134Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolke.

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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