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2 Murd. And he, that hath commanded, is our
in his hand, To hur]
their heads that break his law,
1 Murd. And, like a traitor to the name of God, Didst break that vow; and, with thy treacherous
blade, Unrip'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son. 2 Murd. Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and
defend. 1 Murd. How canst thou urge God's dreadful law
When thou hast broke it in such dear degree?
Clar. Alas! for whose sake did I that ill deed ?
1 Murd. Who made thee then a bloody minister, When gallant-springing, brave Plantagenet, That princely novice,' was struck dead by thee?
Clar. My brother's love, the devil, and my rage.
1 Murd. Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy fault, Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee.
Clar. If you do love my brother, hate not me;
better for my life, Than Edward will for tidings of my death.
2 Murd. You are deceiv’d, your brother Gloster
Clar. O, no; he loves me, and he holds me dear: Go you
to him from me. Both Murd.
Ay, so we will.
1 Murd. Ay, mill-stones ; as he lesson'd us to weep.
Clar. It cannot be; for he bewept my fortune, And hugg’d me in his arms, and swore, with sobs, That he would labour my delivery.
1 Murd. Why, so he doth, when he delivers you
From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven.
2 Murd. Make peace with God, for you must die,
Clar. Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul,
for the deed. 2 Murd. What shall we do? Clar.
Relent, and save your souls. 1 Murd. Relent! 'tis cowardly, and womanish.
Clar. Not to relent, is beastly, savage, devilish. Which of
if you were a prince's son,
distress. A begging prince what beggar pities not?
2 Murd. Look behind you, my lord.
[Stabs him. I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within.
[Exit, with the body. 2 Murd. A bloody deed, and desperately de
spatch'd! How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands Of this most grievous guilty murder done!
2 Shut up,
Re-enter first Murderer. 1 Murd. How now? what mean'st thou, that thou
help’st me not? By heaven, the duke shall know how slack you have
been. 2 Murd. I would he knew, that I had sav'd his
brother! Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say ; For I repent me that the duke is slain. [Exit. 1 Murd. So do not I; go, coward, as thou art.I'll
go hide the body in some hole, Till that the duke give order for his burial : And when I have my meed, I will away ; For this will out, and then I must not stay.
SCENE I. The same.
A Room in the Palace.
Enter King EDWARD, (led in sick,) Queen ELIZA
BETH, DORSET, Rivers, HASTINGS, BUCKING-
Riv. By heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging
And with my hand I seal my true heart's love.
Hast. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like !
your hidden falsehood, and award Either of you to be the other's end.
Hast. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love!
K. Edw. Madam, yourself are not exempt in this,-
Hast. And so swear I. [Embraces DORSET.
Buck. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate Upon your grace, [To the Queen.] but with all
duteous love Doth cherish you, and yours, God punish me