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The Life and Death of Richard the Third. 2. Mur. I would he knew that I had sau'd his brother,
[1080]
Take thou the Fee, and tell him what I say, For I repent me that the Duke is slaine.
Exit. 1. Mur. So do not I: go Coward as thou art. Well, Ile go hide the body in some hole, Till that the Duke giue order for his buriall:
[1085]
And when I haue my meede, I will away, For this will out, and then I must not stay.
Exit
Actus Secundus. Scœna Prima. [Act 2, Scene 1] Flourish. Enter the King sicke, the Queene, Lord Marquesse Dorset, Riuers, Hastings, Catesby, Buckingham, Wooduill. King. Why so: now haue I done a good daies work. You Peeres, continue this vnited League: I, euery day expect an Embassage
[1090]
From my Redeemer, to redeeme me hence. And more to peace my soule shall part to heauen, Since I haue made my Friends at peace on earth. Dorset and Riuers, take each others hand, Dissemble not your hatred, Sweare your loue.
Riu.
[1095]
By heauen, my soule is purg'd from grudging hate And with my hand I seale my true hearts Loue.
Hast. So thriue I, as I truly sweare the like. King. Take heed you dally not before your King, Lest he that is the supreme King of Kings
[1100]
Confound your hidden falshood, and award Either of you to be the others end.
Hast. So prosper I, as I sweare perfect loue. Ri. And I, as I loue Hastings with my heart. King. Madam, your selfe is not exempt from this:
[1105]
Nor you Sonne Dorset, Buckingham nor you; You haue bene factious one against the other. Wife, loue Lord Hastings, let him kisse your hand, And what you do, do it vnfeignedly.
Qu. There Hastings, I will neuer more remember
[1110]
Our former hatred, so thriue I, and mine.
King. Dorset, imbrace him: Hastings, loue Lord Marquesse. Dor. This interchange of loue, I heere protest Vpon my part, shall be inuiolable. Hast.
[1115]
And so sweare I.
King. Now Princely Buckingham, seale y u this league With thy embracements to my wiues Allies, And make me happy in your vnity. Buc. When euer Buckingham doth turne his hate
[1120]
Vpon your Grace, but with all dutious loue, Doth cherish you, and yours, God punish me With hate in those where I expect most loue, When I haue most need to imploy a Friend, And most assured that he is a Friend,
[1125]
Deepe, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile, Be he vnto me: This do I begge of heauen, When I am cold in loue, to you, or yours.
Embrace King. A pleasing Cordiall, Princely Buckingham Is this thy Vow, vnto my sickely heart:
[1130]
There wanteth now our Brother Gloster heere, To make the blessed period of this peace.
Buc. And in good time, Heere comes Sir Richard Ratcliffe, and the Duke.

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Enter Ratcliffe, and Gloster. Rich. Good morrow to my Soueraigne King & Queen
[1135]
And Princely Peeres, a happy time of day.
King, Happy indeed, as we haue spent the day: Gloster, we haue done deeds of Charity, Made peace of enmity, faire loue of hate, Betweene these swelling wrong incensed Peeres. Rich.
[1140]
A blessed labour my most Soueraigne Lord: Among this Princely heape, if any heere By false intelligence, or wrong surmize Hold me a Foe: If I vnwillingly, or in my rage, Haue ought committed that is hardly borne,
[1145]
To any in this presence, I desir To reconcile me to his Friendly peace: 'Tis death to me to be at enmitie: I hate it, and desire all good mens loue, First Madam, I intreate true peace of you,
[1150]
Which I will purchase with my dutious seruice. Of you my Noble Cosin Buckingham, If euer any grudge were lodg'd betweene vs. Of you and you, Lord Riuers and of Dorset, That all without desert haue frown'd on me:
[1155]
Of you Lord Wooduill, and Lord Scales of you, Dukes, Earles, Lords, Gentlemen, indeed of all. I do not know that Englishman aliue, With whom my soule is any iot at oddes, More then the Infant that is borne to night:
[1160]
I thanke my God for my Humility.
Qu. A holy day shall this be kept heereafter: I would to God all strifes were well compounded. My Soueraigne Lord, I do beseech your Highnesse To take our Brother Clarence to your Grace. Rich
[1165]
Why Madam, haue I offred loue for this, To be so flowted in this Royall presence? Who knowes not that the gentle Duke is dead? You do him iniurie to scorne his Coarse.
They all start. King. Who knowes not he is dead ?
[1170]
Who knowes he is?
Qu. All‑seeing heauen, what a world is this? Buc. Looke I so pale Lord Dorset, as the rest? Dor. I my good Lord, and no man in the presence, But his red colour hath forsooke his cheekes. King.
[1175]
Is Clarence dead? The Order was reuerst.
Rich. But he (poore man) by your first order dyed, And that a winged Mercurie did beare: Some tardie Cripple bare the Countermand, That came too lagge to see him buried.
[1180]
God grant, that some lesse Noble, and lesse Loyall, Neerer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood, Deserue not worse then wretched Clarence did, And yet go currant from Suspition.
Enter Earle of Derby. Der. A boone my Soueraigne for my seruice done. King.
[1185]
I prethee peace, my soule is full of sorrow.
Der. I will not rise, vnlesse your Highnes heare me. King. Then say at once, what is it thou requests. Der. The forfeit (Soueraigne) of my seruants life, Who slew to day a Riotous Gentleman,
[1190]
Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolke.
King. Haue I a tongue to doome my Brothers death ? And shall that tongue giue pardon to a slaue? My Brother kill'd no man, his fault was Thought, And yet his punishment was bitter death. Who

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Actus Secundus. Scœna Prima. [Act 2, Scene 1] Flourish. Enter the King sicke, the Queene, Lord Marquesse Dorset, Riuers, Hastings, Catesby, Buckingham, Wooduill. King. Why so: now haue I done a good daies work. You Peeres, continue this vnited League: I, euery day expect an Embassage
[1090]
From my Redeemer, to redeeme me hence. And more to peace my soule shall part to heauen, Since I haue made my Friends at peace on earth. Dorset and Riuers, take each others hand, Dissemble not your hatred, Sweare your loue.
Riu.
[1095]
By heauen, my soule is purg'd from grudging hate And with my hand I seale my true hearts Loue.
Hast. So thriue I, as I truly sweare the like. King. Take heed you dally not before your King, Lest he that is the supreme King of Kings
[1100]
Confound your hidden falshood, and award Either of you to be the others end.
Hast. So prosper I, as I sweare perfect loue. Ri. And I, as I loue Hastings with my heart. King. Madam, your selfe is not exempt from this:
[1105]
Nor you Sonne Dorset, Buckingham nor you; You haue bene factious one against the other. Wife, loue Lord Hastings, let him kisse your hand, And what you do, do it vnfeignedly.
Qu. There Hastings, I will neuer more remember
[1110]
Our former hatred, so thriue I, and mine.
King. Dorset, imbrace him: Hastings, loue Lord Marquesse. Dor. This interchange of loue, I heere protest Vpon my part, shall be inuiolable. Hast.
[1115]
And so sweare I.
King. Now Princely Buckingham, seale y u this league With thy embracements to my wiues Allies, And make me happy in your vnity. Buc. When euer Buckingham doth turne his hate
[1120]
Vpon your Grace, but with all dutious loue, Doth cherish you, and yours, God punish me With hate in those where I expect most loue, When I haue most need to imploy a Friend, And most assured that he is a Friend,
[1125]
Deepe, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile, Be he vnto me: This do I begge of heauen, When I am cold in loue, to you, or yours.
Embrace King. A pleasing Cordiall, Princely Buckingham Is this thy Vow, vnto my sickely heart:
[1130]
There wanteth now our Brother Gloster heere, To make the blessed period of this peace.
Buc. And in good time, Heere comes Sir Richard Ratcliffe, and the Duke. Enter Ratcliffe, and Gloster. Rich. Good morrow to my Soueraigne King & Queen
[1135]
And Princely Peeres, a happy time of day.
King, Happy indeed, as we haue spent the day: Gloster, we haue done deeds of Charity, Made peace of enmity, faire loue of hate, Betweene these swelling wrong incensed Peeres. Rich.
[1140]
A blessed labour my most Soueraigne Lord: Among this Princely heape, if any heere By false intelligence, or wrong surmize Hold me a Foe: If I vnwillingly, or in my rage, Haue ought committed that is hardly borne,
[1145]
To any in this presence, I desir To reconcile me to his Friendly peace: 'Tis death to me to be at enmitie: I hate it, and desire all good mens loue, First Madam, I intreate true peace of you,
[1150]
Which I will purchase with my dutious seruice. Of you my Noble Cosin Buckingham, If euer any grudge were lodg'd betweene vs. Of you and you, Lord Riuers and of Dorset, That all without desert haue frown'd on me:
[1155]
Of you Lord Wooduill, and Lord Scales of you, Dukes, Earles, Lords, Gentlemen, indeed of all. I do not know that Englishman aliue, With whom my soule is any iot at oddes, More then the Infant that is borne to night:
[1160]
I thanke my God for my Humility.
Qu. A holy day shall this be kept heereafter: I would to God all strifes were well compounded. My Soueraigne Lord, I do beseech your Highnesse To take our Brother Clarence to your Grace. Rich
[1165]
Why Madam, haue I offred loue for this, To be so flowted in this Royall presence? Who knowes not that the gentle Duke is dead? You do him iniurie to scorne his Coarse.
They all start. King. Who knowes not he is dead ?
[1170]
Who knowes he is?
Qu. All‑seeing heauen, what a world is this? Buc. Looke I so pale Lord Dorset, as the rest? Dor. I my good Lord, and no man in the presence, But his red colour hath forsooke his cheekes. King.
[1175]
Is Clarence dead? The Order was reuerst.
Rich. But he (poore man) by your first order dyed, And that a winged Mercurie did beare: Some tardie Cripple bare the Countermand, That came too lagge to see him buried.
[1180]
God grant, that some lesse Noble, and lesse Loyall, Neerer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood, Deserue not worse then wretched Clarence did, And yet go currant from Suspition.
Enter Earle of Derby. Der. A boone my Soueraigne for my seruice done. King.
[1185]
I prethee peace, my soule is full of sorrow.
Der. I will not rise, vnlesse your Highnes heare me. King. Then say at once, what is it thou requests. Der. The forfeit (Soueraigne) of my seruants life, Who slew to day a Riotous Gentleman,
[1190]
Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolke.
King. Haue I a tongue to doome my Brothers death ? And shall that tongue giue pardon to a slaue? My Brother kill'd no man, his fault was Thought, And yet his punishment was bitter death.
[1195]
Who sued to me for him? Who (in my wrath) Kneel'd and my feet, and bid me be aduis'd? Who spoke of Brother‑hood? who spoke of loue? Who told me how the poore soule did forsake The mighty Warwicke, and did fight for me?
[1200]
Who told me in the field at Tewkesbury, When Oxford had me downe, he rescued me: And said deare Brother liue, and be a King? Who told me, when we both lay in the Field, Frozen (almost) to death, how he did lap me
[1205]
Euen in his Garments, and did giue himselfe (All thin and naked) to the numbe cold night? All this from my Remembrance, brutish wrath Sinfully pluckt, and not a man of you Had so much grace to put it in my minde.
[1210]
But when your Carters, or your wayting Vassalls Haue done a drunken Slaugh ter, and defac'd The precious Image of our deere Redeemer, You straight are on your knees for Pardon, pardon, And I (vniustly too) must grant it you.
[1215]
But for my Brother, not a man would speake, Nor I (vngracious) speake vnto my selfe For him poore Soule. The proudest of you all, Haue bin beholding to him in his life: Yet none of you, would once begge for his life.
[1220]
O God! I feare thy iustice will take hold On me, and you; and mine, and yours for this. Come Hastings helpe me to my Closset. Ah poore Clarence.
Exeunt some with K. & Q ueen. Rich. This is the fruits of rashnes: Markt you not,
[1225]
How that the guilty Kindred of the Queene Look'd pale, when they did heare of Clarence death. O! they did vrge it still vnto the King, God will reuenge it. Come Lords will you go, To comfort Edward with our company.
Buc.
[1230]
We wait vpon your Grace.
exeunt.
 

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         <hi rend="italic">Hastings</hi>, loue Lord Marquesse.</l>
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      <l n="1113">This interchange of loue, I heere protest</l>
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      <l n="1115">And so sweare I.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1116">Now Princely<hi rend="italic">Buckingham</hi>, seale y<c rend="superscript">u</c>this league</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Buc.</speaker>
      <l n="1119">When euer<hi rend="italic">Buckingham</hi>doth turne his hate</l>
      <l n="1120">Vpon your Grace, but with all dutious loue,</l>
      <l n="1121">Doth cherish you, and yours, God punish me</l>
      <l n="1122">With hate in those where I expect most loue,</l>
      <l n="1123">When I haue most need to imploy a Friend,</l>
      <l n="1124">And most assured that he is a Friend,</l>
      <l n="1125">Deepe, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile,</l>
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      <l n="1129">Is this thy Vow, vnto my sickely heart:</l>
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   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Ratcliffe, and Gloster.</stage>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="1134">Good morrow to my Soueraigne King &amp; Queen</l>
      <l n="1135">And Princely Peeres, a happy time of day.</l>
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      <l n="1136">Happy indeed, as we haue spent the day:</l>
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      <l n="1153">Of you and you, Lord<hi rend="italic">Riuers</hi>and of<hi rend="italic">Dorset</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1154">That all without desert haue frown'd on me:</l>
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      <l n="1158">With whom my soule is any iot at oddes,</l>
      <l n="1159">More then the Infant that is borne to night:</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="1161">A holy day shall this be kept heereafter:</l>
      <l n="1162">I would to God all strifes were well compounded.</l>
      <l n="1163">My Soueraigne Lord, I do beseech your Highnesse</l>
      <l n="1164">To take our Brother<hi rend="italic">Clarence</hi>to your Grace.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich</speaker>
      <l n="1165">Why Madam, haue I offred loue for this,</l>
      <l n="1166">To be so flowted in this Royall presence?</l>
      <l n="1167">Who knowes not that the gentle Duke is dead?</l>
      <l n="1168">You do him iniurie to scorne his Coarse.</l>
   </sp>
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      <lb/>all start.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r3-edw">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1169">Who knowes not he is dead<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
      <l n="1170">Who knowes he is?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-qel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="1171">All‑seeing heauen, what a world is this?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buc.</speaker>
      <l n="1172">Looke I so pale Lord<hi rend="italic">Dorset</hi>, as the rest?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-r3-dor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dor.</speaker>
      <l n="1173">I my good Lord, and no man in the presence,</l>
      <l n="1174">But his red colour hath forsooke his cheekes.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-r3-edw">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1175">Is<hi rend="italic">Clarence</hi>dead? The Order was reuerst.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="1176">But he (poore man) by your first order dyed,</l>
      <l n="1177">And that a winged Mercurie did beare:</l>
      <l n="1178">Some tardie Cripple bare the Countermand,</l>
      <l n="1179">That came too lagge to see him buried.</l>
      <l n="1180">God grant, that some lesse Noble, and lesse Loyall,</l>
      <l n="1181">Neerer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood,</l>
      <l n="1182">Deserue not worse then wretched<hi rend="italic">Clarence</hi>did,</l>
      <l n="1183">And yet go currant from Suspition.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Earle of Derby.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r3-sta">
      <speaker rend="italic">Der.</speaker>
      <l n="1184">A boone my Soueraigne for my seruice done.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-edw">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1185">I prethee peace, my soule is full of sorrow.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-sta">
      <speaker rend="italic">Der.</speaker>
      <l n="1186">I will not rise, vnlesse your Highnes heare me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-edw">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1187">Then say at once, what is it thou requests.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-sta">
      <speaker rend="italic">Der.</speaker>
      <l n="1188">The forfeit (Soueraigne) of my seruants life,</l>
      <l n="1189">Who slew to day a Riotous Gentleman,</l>
      <l n="1190">Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-edw">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1191">Haue I a tongue to doome my Brothers death<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
      <l n="1192">And shall that tongue giue pardon to a slaue?</l>
      <l n="1193">My Brother kill'd no man, his fault was Thought,</l>
      <l n="1194">And yet his punishment was bitter death.</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0539-0.jpg" n="183"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="1195">Who sued to me for him? Who (in my wrath)</l>
      <l n="1196">Kneel'd and my feet, and bid me be aduis'd?</l>
      <l n="1197">Who spoke of Brother‑hood? who spoke of loue?</l>
      <l n="1198">Who told me how the poore soule did forsake</l>
      <l n="1199">The mighty Warwicke, and did fight for me?</l>
      <l n="1200">Who told me in the field at Tewkesbury,</l>
      <l n="1201">When Oxford had me downe, he rescued me:</l>
      <l n="1202">And said deare Brother liue, and be a King?</l>
      <l n="1203">Who told me, when we both lay in the Field,</l>
      <l n="1204">Frozen (almost) to death, how he did lap me</l>
      <l n="1205">Euen in his Garments, and did giue himselfe</l>
      <l n="1206">(All thin and naked) to the numbe cold night?</l>
      <l n="1207">All this from my Remembrance, brutish wrath</l>
      <l n="1208">Sinfully pluckt, and not a man of you</l>
      <l n="1209">Had so much grace to put it in my minde.</l>
      <l n="1210">But when your Carters, or your wayting Vassalls</l>
      <l n="1211">Haue done a drunken Slaugh<c rend="inverted">t</c>er, and defac'd</l>
      <l n="1212">The precious Image of our deere Redeemer,</l>
      <l n="1213">You straight are on your knees for Pardon, pardon,</l>
      <l n="1214">And I (vniustly too) must grant it you.</l>
      <l n="1215">But for my Brother, not a man would speake,</l>
      <l n="1216">Nor I (vngracious) speake vnto my selfe</l>
      <l n="1217">For him poore Soule. The proudest of you all,</l>
      <l n="1218">Haue bin beholding to him in his life:</l>
      <l n="1219">Yet none of you, would once begge for his life.</l>
      <l n="1220">O God! I feare thy iustice will take hold</l>
      <l n="1221">On me, and you; and mine, and yours for this.</l>
      <l n="1222">Come<hi rend="italic">Hastings</hi>helpe me to my Closset.</l>
      <l n="1223">Ah poore<hi rend="italic">Clarence</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Exeunt some with K. &amp; Q<c rend="inverted">u</c>een.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r3-rch">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="1224">This is the fruits of rashnes: Markt you not,</l>
      <l n="1225">How that the guilty Kindred of the Queene</l>
      <l n="1226">Look'd pale, when they did heare of<hi rend="italic">Clarence</hi>death.</l>
      <l n="1227">O! they did vrge it still vnto the King,</l>
      <l n="1228">God will reuenge it. Come Lords will you go,</l>
      <l n="1229">To comfort<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>with our company.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r3-buc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Buc.</speaker>
      <l n="1230">We wait vpon your Grace.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">exeunt.</stage>
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