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1 Murd. My voice is now tlie king's, my looks mine
2 Murd. To, to, to,-
Clar. You scarcely have the hearts to tell me fo,
1 Murd. Offended us you have not, but the king.
Clar. 8 Are you call’d forth from out a world of men,
The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death?
i Murd. What we will do, we do upon command.
Are ye culld forth Johnson.
among a world of men.
66 Art thou call'd forth amongst a thousand men.
" To minister this foveraign antidote?” STEEVENS.
as you hope to have redemption,] The folio reads
for any goodness. The quarto likewise adds :
2 Murd. And he, that hath commanded, is our king.
Clar. Erroneous vassal! the great King of kings
I 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 was 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 fake did I that ill deed ? For Edward, for my brother, for his fake : He sends you not to murder me for this; For in that fin he is as deep as I. If God will be avenged for the deed, 0, know you yet, he doth it publickly; Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm ; He needs no indirect nor lawless course, To cut off those that have offended him.
1 Murd. Who inade thee then a bloody minister, When gallant-springing ', brave Plantagenet,
fpringing Plantagenet, ] Blooming Plantagenet ; a prince in the spring of life. Johnson.
When gallant, springing,] This should be printed as one word, I think ;-gallant-/pringing. Shakespeare is fond of these compound epithets, in which the first adjective is to be considered as an adverb. So, in this play he uses childish-foolish, jenseless-obstinate and mortal-ftaring. TYRWHITT.
That princely - novice, was struck dead by thee ?
Clar. My brother's love, the devil, and my rage.
Murd. Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy fault,
Clar. If you do love my brother, hate not me;
2 Murd. You are deceiv'd, your brother Gloster
Clar. Oh, no; he loves me, and he holds me dear: Go you to him from me.
Both. Ay, so we will.
Clar. Tell him, when that our princely father York
1 Murd. Ay, mill-stones ; as he leffon'd us to weep.
deceive yourself ;
Clar. It cannot be ; for he bewept my fortune,
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,
e-novice,-) Youth; one yet new to the world. JOHNSON,
he will weep.
1 Murd. Ay, millstones.
He, good gentleman,
Clar. Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul,
2 Murd. What shall we do?
Clar. Relent, + and save your souls. Which of
if you were a prince's son, Being pent from liberty, as I am now,If two such murderers as yourselves came to you, Would not intreat for life? as you would beg, Were you in my distress,
1 Murd. Relent! 'tis cowardly, and womanish. Clar. Not to relent, is beastly, favage, devilish.My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks ; O, if thine eye be not a flatterer, Come thou on my fide, and entreat for me : A begging prince what beggar pities nots?
* -and save your fouls, &c.] The fix following lines are not in the old edition. Pope.
They are not necessary, but so forced in, that something seems omitted to which these lines are the answer. Johnson.
-what beggar pities not?} I cannot but suspect that the lines, which Mr. Pope observed not to be in the old edition, are now misplaced, and should be inserted here, somewhat after this manner :
Clar. A begging prince what beggar pities not?
Clar. Which of you, if you were a prince's son, &c.
Mr. Pope's note is not accurately stated. I believe this påffage should be regulated thus.
Clár. Relent and save your fouls.
2 Murd. Look behind you, iny lord.
[Stabs him. I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within. [Exit. 2 Murd. A bloody deed, and desperately dis
Re-enter first Murderer.
help'st me not?
have been. 2 Murd. I would he knew, that I had sav'd his bro
ther! Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say; For I repent me that the duke is slain. [Exit.
I Murd. So do not I; go, coward, as thou art.
go hide the body in some hole,
[Exit, with the body.
A begging prince what beggar pities not?] To this in the quarto, the murderer replies :
I, thus and thus : if this will not serve,
I'll chop thee in the malmesey but in the next roome. and then stabs him, STEEVENS.