Meantime, have patience.
Clarence.

I must perforce. Fa [Exeunt Clarence, Brakenbury,

Gloster. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne' imple, plain Clarence !-I do love thee so, That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven, f heaven will take the present at our hands.ut who comes here? the new-deliver'd Hastings

Enter HASTINGS.

Hastings. Good time of day unto my gracious Gloster. As much unto my good lord chamber Jell are you welcome to this open air. How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment? Hastings. With patience, noble lord, as prisone ut I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks hat were the cause of my imprisonment. Gloster. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Claren or they that were your enemies are his, nd have prevail'd as much on him as you. Hastings. More pity that the eagle should be r 'hile kites and buzzards prey at liberty. Gloster. What news abroad?

Hastings. No news so bad abroad as this at h he king is sickly, weak, and melancholy, nd his physicians fear him mightily.

Gloster. Now, by Saint Paul, that news is bad , he hath kept an evil diet long,

nd overmuch consum'd his royal person;

hope; and must not die ack'd with post-horse up to heaven. s hatred more to Clarence, eel'd with weighty arguments; in my deep intent, ot another day to live: I take King Edward to his mercy, orld for me to bustle in !

rry Warwick's youngest daughter. ill'd her husband and her father?

■ to make the wench amends, - husband and her father:

; not all so much for love
ecret close intent,

which I must reach unto.
Fore my horse to market:
eathes, Edward still lives and reigns;
one, then must I count my gains.

II. The Same. Another Street.

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of KING HENRY THE SIXTH, borne in an open en bearing halberds to guard it; and LADY

ner.

vn, set down your honourable load,

e shrouded in a hearse,

obsequiously lament

I of virtuous Lancaster.

zure of a holy king!

House of Lancaster!

our the helpless balm of my poor eyes.-
Cursed be the hand that made these holes!
sed the heart that had the heart to do it!
sed the blood that let this blood from hence!
re direful hap betide that hated wretch,
at makes us wretched by the death of thee,
an I can wish to wolves, to spiders, toads,
any creeping venom'd thing that lives!
ever he have child, abortive be it,
digious, and untimely brought to light,
ose ugly and unnatural aspect

y fright the hopeful mother at the view;
d that be heir to his unhappiness!
ever he have wife, let her be made
re miserable by the death of him

an I am made by my young lord and thee!-
ne, now towards Chertsey with your holy load,
xen from Paul's to be interred there;
d still, as you are weary of the weight,

st you, whiles I lament King Henry's corse.

[The Bearers take up the corpse an

Enter GLOSTER.

Gloster. Stay, you that bear the corse, and set it
Anne. What black magician conjures up this fie
stop devoted charitable deeds?
Gloster. Villains, set down the corse; or, by Sai
I make a corse of him that disobeys!

Gentleman. My lord, stand back, and let the c do you tremble? are you all afraid?

you not; for you are mortal, s cannot endure the devil.eadful minister of hell!

power over his mortal body, anst not have; therefore, be gone. et saint, for charity, be not so curst. levil, for God's sake, hence, and trouble us

nade the happy earth thy hell, rsing cries and deep exclaims. to view thy heinous deeds, cern of thy butcheries.

ee, see! dead Henry's wounds

geal'd mouths and bleed afresh!Du lump of foul deformity,

sence that exhales this blood

empty veins, where no blood dwells; nan and unnatural,

eluge most unnatural.

nis blood mad'st, revenge his death!
his blood drink'st, revenge his death!
with lightning strike the murtherer dead,

open wide and eat him quick,
allow up this good king's blood,
overn'd arm hath butchered!
, you know no rules of charity,
good for bad, blessings for curses.
thou know'st nor law of God nor man;
ce but knows some touch of pity.

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nne. Vouchsafe, diffus'd infection of a man, these known evils but to give me leave circumstance to curse thy cursed self. Floster. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let n e patient leisure to excuse myself.

nne. Fouler than heart can think thee, thou ca excuse current but to hang thyself. Floster. By such despair I should accuse myself nne. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand excu doing worthy vengeance on thyself, t didst unworthy slaughter upon others.

Closter. Say that I slew them not?

nne.

Why, then they are 1

dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee. Closter. I did not kill your husband.

nne.

Why, then h Floster. Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's 'nne. In thy foul throat thou liest: Queen Marg murtherous falchion smoking in his blood; which thou once didst bend against her breas that thy brothers beat aside the point.

loster. I was provoked by her slanderous tongu t laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders. Inne. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind, it never dreamt on aught but butcheries. st thou not kill this king?

Floster. I grant ye.

Inne. Dost grant me, hedgehog? then, God

too