K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence, Queen. So come to you, and yours, as to this prince! [Exit Queen.

K. Edw. Where's Richard gone?

Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guess, To make a bloody supper in the Tower.

K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head. Now march we hence; discharge the common sort With pay and thanks, and let's away to London, And see our gentle queen how well she fares; By this, I hope she hath a son for us.

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[Exeunt.

SCENE VI.

The Tower of London.

Enter King HENRY with a Book, and GLOSTER with the Lieutenant, on the Tower Walls.

Glo. Good day, my lord! What, at your book so

hard?

K. Henry. Ay, my good lord: My lord, I should say rather;

'Tis sin to flatter, good was little better
Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike,
And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord.
Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer.

[Exit Lieutenant. K. Henry. So flies the reckless shepherd from the

wolf:

So

So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece,
And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.-
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Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

K. Henry. The bird, that hath been limed in a bush,

With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush :
And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,
Have now the fatal object in my eye,

Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and kill'd.

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Glo. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete, That taught his son the office of a fowl ? And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd. K. Henry. I, Dædalus; my poor son, Icarus; Thy father, Minos, that deny'd our course; The sun, that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy, Thy brother Edward; and thyself, the sea, Whose envious gulph did swallow up his life. Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words! My breast can better brook thy dagger's point, Than can my ears that tragic history.But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life? Glo. Think'st thou, I am an executioner ? K. Henry. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art; If murdering innocents be executing, Why, then thou art an executioner.

Glo. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.

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K. Henry.

K. Henry. Hadst thou been kill'd, when first thou

didst presume,

Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine.
And thus I prophesy-that many a thousand,
Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear;
And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's,
And many an orphan's water-standing eye, 400
Men for their sons, wives for their husbands' fate,
And orphans for their parents' timeless death—
Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign;
The night-crow cry'd, aboding luckless time;
Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook down

trees;

The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top,
And chattering pyes in dismal discords sung.
Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain,

And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope; 410
To wit-an undigest deformed lump,

Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.

Teeth hadst thou in thy head, when thou wast born, To signify-thou cam'st to bite the world:

And, if the rest be true which I have heard,

Thou cam'st into the world with thy legs forwardGlo. I'll hear no more

speech;

Die, prophet, in thy [Stabs him.

For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.

K. Henry. Ay, and for much more slaughter after

this.

O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! [Dies.

Glo.

Glo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted.

422 See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's death? O, may such purple tears be alway shed

From those that wish the downfal of our house!If any spark of life be yet remaining,

Down, down to hell; and say-I sent thee thither,
[Stabs him again.

I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.-
Indeed, 'tis true, that Henry told me of;
For I have often heard my mother say,

I came into the world with my legs forward:
Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,
And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right?
The midwife wonder'd; and the women cry'd,
O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!
And so I was; which plainly signify'd—
That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog.
Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so,
Let hell make crook'd my mind, to answer it.
I had no father, I am like no father:

I have no brother, I am like no brother:

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And this word-Love, which grey-beards call divine, Be resident in men like one another,

And not in me; I am myself alone.—

Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light;
But I will sort a pitchy day for thee:
For I will buz abroad such prophecies,
That Edward shall be fearful of his life;

And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death.
King Henry, and the prince his son, are gone:
Clarence, thy turn is next; and then the rest;
Counting myself but bad, 'till I be best.-
I'll throw thy body in another room,
And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom.

[Exit.

SCENE VII.

The Palace in London. Enter King EDWARD, the Queen, with the Young Prince, CLARENCE, GLOSTEL, HASTINGS, and Attendants.

K. Edw. Once more we sit on England's royal throne,

Re-purchas'd with the blood of enemies.

What valiant foe-men, like to autumn's corn,
Have we mow'd down, in top of all their pride?
Three dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd
For hardy and undoubted champions :

Two Cliffords, as the father and the son,

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And two Northumberlands; two braver men

Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound: With them the two brave bears, Warwick and Mon

tague,

That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion,
And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.
Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat,
And made our footstool of security.—

Come