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A CT II.

S CE N E I.

The Court.

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

hate;
And with my hand I seal my true heart's love.

Haft. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like!
K. Edw. Take heed, you dally not before your

king;
Left he, that is the supreme King of kings,
Confound your hidden falfhood, and award
Either of you to be the other's end.

Haft. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love !
Riv. And I, as I love Hastings with my heart !

K. Edw. Madam, yourself are not exemptin this,
Nor your son Dorset,-Buckingham, nor you ;-
You have been factious one against the other.
Wife, love lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand ;
And what you do, do it unfeignedly.
Queen. There, Hastings ; – I will never more re-

member Our former hatred, So thrive I, and mine! K. Edw. Dorset, embrace him ;-Hastings, love lord marquis.

Dor.

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Dor. This enterchange of love, I here proteft,
Upon my part, shall be inviolable.
Haft. And so swear I.
K. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou

this league
With thy embracements to my wife's allies,
And make me happy in your unity.

Buck. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate
Upon your grace, but with

all duteous love

[To the Queen.
Doth cherish you, and yours, God punish me
With hate in those where I expect most love!
When I have most need to employ a friend,
And most assured that he is a friend,
Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile,
Be he unto me! this do I beg of heaven,
When I am cold in love, to you, or yours.

[Embracing Rivers, &c.
K. Edw. A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham,
Is this thy vow unto my fickly heart.
There wanteth now our brother Glofter here,
To make the blessed period of this peace.
Buck. And, in good time, here comes the noble duke,

Enter Gloster.
Glo. Good morrow to my sovereign, king, and

queen ;
And, princely peers, a happy time of day!
K. Edw. Happy, indeed, as we have spent the

day :
Brother, we have done deeds of charity;
Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate,
Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.

Glo. A blessed labour, my most sovereign liege.
Among this princely heap, if any here,
By false intelligence, or wrong surmise,
Hold me a foe; if I unwittingly
Have aught committed that is hardly borne

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Of you,

By any in this presence, I desire
To reconcile me to his friendly peace :
'Tis death to me, to be at enmity;
I hate it, and desire all good men's love.--
First, madam, I entreat true peace

of

you,
Which I will purchase with my duteous service ;-
Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham,
If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us ;-
Of you, lord Rivers,—and, lord Grey, of you,
That all without defert have frown'd on me;

lord Woodville,—and lord Scales, of you,-
Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen ; indeed, of all.
I do not know that Englishman alive,
With whom my soul is any jot at odds,
More than the infant that is born to-night ;
I thank my God for my humility.

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
With whom my soul is any jot at odds,
More than the infant that is born to-night;

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.

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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,
And that a winged Mercury did bear;
Some tardy cripple bore the countermand”,
That came too lag to see him buried :-
God grant, that some, less noble, and less loyal,
Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood,
Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did,
And yet go current from suspicion !

Enter Lord Stanley
Stan. A boon, my sovereign, for my service done!
K. Edw. I pr’ythee, peace; my soul is full of for-

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Stan. I will not rise, unless your highness hear me.
K. Edw. Then say at once, whatis it thou request'st.

Stan. & 'The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant’s life;
Who slew to-day a riotous gentleman,
Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk.
K. Edw. ' Have I a tongue to doom my

brother's death,

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 ?
My brother kill'd no man, his fault was thought,
And yet his punishment was bitter death.
Who fu'd to me for him ? who, in my wrath,
Kneeld at iny feet, and bid me be advis'd ?
Who spoke of brotherhood? who spoke of love?
Who told me, how the poor foul did forsake
The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me?
Who told me, in the field at Tewksbury,
When Oxford had me down, he rescu'd me,
And said, Dear brother, live, and be a king ?
Who told me, when we both lay in the field,
Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me
Even in his garments; and did give himself,
All thin and naked, to the numb-cold night?
All this from ny remembrance brutish wrath
Sinfully pluck'd, and not a man of

you
Had so much grace to put it in my mind.
But, when your carters, or your waiting vafrals,
Have done a drunken Naughter, and defac'd
The precious image of our dear Redeemer,
You straight are on your knees for pardon, pardon;
And I, unjustly too, must grant it you

:-
But for my brother, not a man would speak,
Nor I (ungracious) speak unto myself
For him, poor soul. The proudest of you

all
Have been beholden to him in his life;
Yet none of you would once plead for his life.-
O God! I fear, thy justice will take hold
On me, and you, and mine, and yours, for this.
Come, Hastings, help me to my closet. Oh,
Poor Clarence ! [Exeunt King and Queen, Hastings,

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

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