Have I a tongue to doom my brother's

ongue give pardon to a slave?
I no man; his fault was thought,
shment was bitter death.

for him? who, in my wrath,
et, and bade me be advis'd?
otherhood? who spoke of love?
v the poor soul did forsake
vick, and did fight for me?
the field at Tewksbury,
d me down, he rescued me,
brother, live, and be a king?"
en we both lay in the field,
death, how he did lap me
ents, and did give himself,
ed, to the numb-cold night?
remembrance brutish wrath
and not a man of you
ace to put it in my mind.
arters or your waiting-vassals
mken slaughter, and defac'd
ge of our dear Redeemer,
on your knees for pardon, pardon;
Do, must grant it you.
er not a man would speak,
5, speak unto myself

al.---The proudest of you all
ding to him in his life,
vould once beg for his life. -

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hat the guilty kindred of the queen d pale when they did hear of Clarence' death? y did urge it still unto the king! will revenge it. Come, lords; will you go mfort Edward with our company? kingham. We wait upon your grace.

SCENE II. Another Room in the Palace.

the DUCHESS OF York, with the two children o

ENCE.

v. Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead? chess. No, boy.

1. Why do you weep so oft? and beat your bre cry 'O Clarence, my unhappy son!'

y. Why do you look on us, and shake your head call us orphans, wretches, castaways,

it our noble father be alive?

chess. My pretty cousins, you mistake me both. lament the sickness of the king,

bath to lose him, not your father's death; re lost sorrow to wail one that 's lost.

'y. Then you conclude, my grandam, he is dead

king mine uncle is to blame for it:

will revenge it; whom I will importune

earnest prayers all to that effect.

irl. And so will I.

uchess. Peace, children, peace! the king doth 1 well.

cle told me so, he wept,

nd kindly kiss'd my cheek, him as on my father,

ve me dearly as a child.

hat deceit should steal such gentle shape,

pus visor hide deep vice!

and therein my shame,

s he drew not this deceit.

u my uncle did dissemble, grandam?

oy.

think it. Hark! what noise is this?

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LIZABETH, distractedly, with her hair dishevRivers and DORSET following her.

Ch. Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and.

une and torment myself? ck despair against my soul,

come an enemy.

means this scene of rude impatience? 7. To make an act of tragic violence:thy son, our king, is dead ! anches when the root is gone? he leaves that want their sap? _ment; if die, be brief,

nged souls may catch the king's, subjects, follow him

om of ne'er-changing night.

o much interest have I in thy sorrow thy noble husband.

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■ art a widow; yet thou art a mother, hast the comfort of thy children left: Heath hath snatch'd my husband from mine arn pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands, ence and Edward. O, what cause have I, e being but a moiety of my moan, vergo thy woes, and drown thy cries! y. Ah, aunt, you wept not for our father's death can we aid you with our kindred tears? Erl. Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd; widow-dolour likewise be unwept!

ueen Elizabeth. Give me no help in lamentation not barren to bring forth complaints. prings reduce their currents to mine eyes, I, being govern'd by the watery moon, send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! For my husband, for my dear lord Edward! ildren. Ah, for our father, for our dear lord Cla uchess. Alas for both ! both mine, Edward and C seen Elizabeth. What stay had I but Edward? a gone.

ildren. What stay had we but Clarence? and he uchess. What stays had I but they? and they ar teen Elizabeth. Was never widow had so dear a ildren. Were never orphans had so dear a loss. uchess. Was never mother had so dear a loss.

I am the mother of these griefs ! rwoes are parcell'd, mine are general. for an Edward weeps, and so do I;

I am you

per it with lamentation.

ort, dear mother! God is much displeas'd

ith unthankfulness his doing.

dly things 't is call'd ungrateful

ingness to repay a debt

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unteous hand was kindly lent;

e thus opposite with heaven ne royal debt it lent you.

m, bethink you, like a careful mother, nce your son: send straight for him;

n'd: in him your comfort lives.
e sorrow in dead Edward's grave,

oys in living Edward's throne.

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BUCKINGHAM, STANLEY, HASTINGS, RAT

CLIFF, and others.

-, have comfort: all of us have cause ning of our shining star;

lp our harms by wailing them.

her, I do cry you mercy;

ir grace.-Humbly on my knee

ssing.

bless thee, and put meekness in thy breast, edience, and true duty.

1; [aside] and make me die a good old

end of a mother's blessing;

r grace did leave it out.

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You cloudy princes and heart - sorrowing