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A CT II.
S CE N E I.
Erter King Edrward fick, the Queen, Dorset, Rivers,
Hastings, Buckingham, Grey, and others. K. Edw. Why, so:—now have I done a good day's
work ;You peers, continue this united league : I every day expect an emballage From my Redeemer to redeem me hence ; And now in peace my soul shall part to heaven, Since I have made my friends at peace on earth. Rivers, and Hastings, take each other's hand; Diffemble not your hatred, swear your love. Riv. By heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging
Haft. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like!
Haft. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love !
K. Edw. Madam, yourself are not exemptin this,
member Our former hatred, So thrive I, and mine! K. Edw. Dorset, embrace him ;-Hastings, love lord marquis.
Dor. This enterchange of love, I here proteft,
Buck. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate
all duteous love
[To the Queen.
[Embracing Rivers, &c.
Glo. A blessed labour, my most sovereign liege.
By any in this presence, I desire
lord Woodville,—and lord Scales, of you,-
Queen. A holy-day this shall be kept hercafter :I would to God, all strifes were well compounded.My sovereign lord, I do besecch your highness To take our brother Clarence to your grace.
Glo. Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this, To be fo flouted in this royal presence ?
I do not know &c.] Milton in his EIKONOKAAETHE, has this observation. “ The poets, and some English, have been in this point fo mindful of decorum, as to put never more pious : words in the mouth of any person, than ot a tyrant. I shall not instance an abstruse author, wherein the king might be less conversant, but one whom we well know was the closet-companion of these his folitudes, William Shakespeare ; who introduced the person of Richard the Third, speaking in as high a strain of piety and mortification as is uttered in any passage in this book, and sometimes to the faine sense and purpose with fome words in this place; I intendel, faith he, not only to oblige my friends, but my enemies. The like faith Richard, act II. sc. i:
I do not know that Englishman alive
I thank my God for my humility. Other stuff of 'this fort may be read throughout the tragedy, wherein the poet used not much licence in departing from the truth of history, which delivers him a deep diffembler, not of kis affections only, but of religion.” STEEVENS.
Who knows not, that the gentle duke is dead?
[They all start, You do him injury, to scorn his corse. K. Edw. Who knows not, he is dead! who knows,
he is? Queen. All-seeing heaven, what a world is this! Buck. Look I so pale, lord Dorset, as the rest ?
Dor. Ay, my good lord; and no man in the presence, But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks.
K. Edw. Is Clarence dead? the order was revers'd.
Glo. But he, poor man, by your first order died,
Enter Lord Stanley
Stan. I will not rise, unless your highness hear me.
Stan. & 'The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant’s life;
And 7 fome tardy cripple &c.] This is an allufion to a proverbial expreffion which Drayton has versified in the second canto of the Baron's Wars:
6 Ill news hath wings, and with the wind doth go;
“ Comfort's a cripple, and comes ever flow.” STEEVENS. : The forfeit-] He means the remiffion of the forfeit.
JOHNSON. 9 Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death?] This lamentation
And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave ?
Rivers, Dorset, and Grey. Glo. These are the fruits of rashness !-Mark'd
you not, is very tender and pathetick. The recollection of the good qualities of the dead is very natural, and no less naturally does the king endeavour to communicate the crime to others. Johnsono i