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Act II, Scene 1
1London. The palace.
2Flourish. Enter King Edward sick, Queen Elizabeth, Dorset, Rivers, Hastings, Buckingham, Grey, and others.
3King EdwardWhy, so: now have I done a good day’s work:
You peers, continue this united league:
I every day expect an embassage
From my Redeemer to redeem me hence;
And now in peace my soul shall part to heaven,
Since I have set my friends at peace on earth.
Rivers and Hastings, take each other’s hand;
Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love.
4RiversBy heaven, my heart is purged from grudging hate;
And with my hand I seal my true heart’s love.
5HastingsSo thrive I, as I truly swear the like!
6King EdwardTake heed you dally not before your king;
Lest he that is the supreme King of kings
Confound your hidden falsehood, and award
Either of you to be the other’s end.
7HastingsSo prosper I, as I swear perfect love!
8RiversAnd I, as I love Hastings with my heart!
9King EdwardMadam, yourself are not exempt in 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.
10Queen ElizabethHere, Hastings; I will never more remember
Our former hatred, so thrive I and mine!
11King EdwardDorset, embrace him; Hastings, love lord marquess.
12DorsetThis interchange of love, I here protest,
Upon my part shall be unviolable.
13HastingsAnd so swear I, my lord. They embrace.
14King EdwardNow, princely Buckingham, seal thou this league
With thy embracements to my wife’s allies,
And make me happy in your unity.
15BuckinghamWhenever Buckingham doth turn his hate
On you or yours to the Queen, but with all duteous love
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 God,
When I am cold in zeal to yours. They embrace.
16King EdwardA pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham,
Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart.
There wanteth now our brother Gloucester here,
To make the perfect period of this peace.
17BuckinghamAnd, in good time, here comes the noble duke.
18Enter Gloucester.
19GloucesterGood morrow to my sovereign king and queen;
And, princely peers, a happy time of day!
20King EdwardHappy, 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.
21GloucesterA blessed labour, my most sovereign liege:
Amongst this princely heap, if any here,
By false intelligence, or wrong surmise,
Hold me a foe;
If I unwittingly, or in my rage,
Have aught committed that is hardly borne
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 lodged between us;
Of you, Lord Rivers, and, Lord Grey, of you;
That all without desert have frown’d on me;
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.
22Queen ElizabethA holy day shall this be kept hereafter:
I would to God all strifes were well compounded.
My sovereign liege, I do beseech your majesty
To take our brother Clarence to your grace.
23GloucesterWhy, madam, have I offer’d love for this,
To be so flouted in this royal presence?
Who knows not that the noble duke is dead? They all start.
You do him injury to scorn his corse.
24RiversWho knows not he is dead! who knows he is?
25Queen ElizabethAll-seeing heaven, what a world is this!
26BuckinghamLook I so pale, Lord Dorset, as the rest?
27DorsetAy, my good lord; and no one in this presence
But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks.
28King EdwardIs Clarence dead? the order was reversed.
29GloucesterBut he, poor soul, 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, but not in blood,
Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did,
And yet go current from suspicion!
30Enter Derby.
31DerbyA boon, my sovereign, for my service done!
32King EdwardI pray thee, peace: my soul is full of sorrow.
33DerbyI will not rise, unless your highness grant.
34King EdwardThen speak at once what is it thou demand’st.
35DerbyThe forfeit, sovereign, of my servant’s life;
Who slew to-day a righteous gentleman
Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolk.
36King EdwardHave I a tongue to doom my brother’s death,
And shall the same give pardon to a slave?
My brother slew no man; his fault was thought,
And yet his punishment was cruel death.
Who sued to me for him? who, in my rage,
Kneel’d at my feet, and bade me be advised?
Who spake of brotherhood? who spake of love?
Who told me how the poor soul did forsake
The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me?
Who told me, in the field by Tewksbury,
When Oxford had me down, he rescued 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 own garments, and gave himself,
All thin and naked, to the numb cold night?
All this from my 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-vassals
Have done a drunken slaughter, and defaced
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 beholding 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 some with King and Queen.
37GloucesterThis is the fruit of rashness! Mark’d you not
How that the guilty kindred of the queen
Look’d pale when they did hear of Clarence’ death?
O, they did urge it still unto the king!
God will revenge it. But come, let us in,
To comfort Edward with our company.
38BuckinghamWe wait upon your grace. Exeunt.