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Glo. Upon what cause?
Because my name is George.
shall be new christen'd in the Tower. But what's the matter, Clarence? may I know?
Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know; for, I protest, As yet I do not : But, as I can learn, He hearkens after prophecies, and dreams; And from the cross-row plucks the letter G, And says-a wizard told him, that by G His issue disinherited should be ; And, for my name of George begins with G, It follows in his thought, that I am he: These, as I learn, and such like toys + as these, Have moy'd his highness to commit me now.
Glo. Why, this it is, when men are rul'd by wo
'Tis not the king, that sends you to the Tower ;
Clar. By heaven, I think, the.e is no man secure,
But the queen's kindred, and night-walking heralds
Glo. Humbly complaining to her deity
what,-I think, it is our way,
Brak. I beseech your graces both to pardon me;
5 The Queen and Shore.
He that doth naught with her, excepting one,
Brak. What one, my lord ?
Brak. I beseech your grace to pardon me; and,
your conference with the noble duke. Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will
Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well.
Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long;
I must perforce; farewell. [Exeunt CLARENCE, BRAKENBURY, and
Guard. Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return, Simple, plain Clarence !—I do love thee so, That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven, If heaven will take the present at our hands. But who comes here? the new-deliver'd Hastings?
6 Lowest of subjects.
Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain!
Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners must :
Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence too; For they, that were your enemies, are his, And have prevail'd as much on him, as you.
Hast. More pity that the eagle should be mew'd, ? While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.
Glo. What news abroad?
Hast. No news so bad abroad, as this at home;The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy, And his physicians fear him mightily.
Glo. Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad indeed.
Clarence hath not another day to live :
The same. Another Street,
Enter the corpse of King Henry the Sixth, borne in
an open coflin, Gentlemen bearing halberds, to guard it; and Lady ANNE as mourner.
Anne. Set down, set down your honourable load, If honour may be shrouded in a hearse, Whilst I a while obsequiously 8 lament The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster Poor key-cold figure of a holy king! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster ! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost, To hear the lamentations of poor Anne, Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son,