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Clar. By heaven, I think, there is no man secure, But the queen's kindred, and night-walking heralds That trudge betwixt the king and mistress Shore. Heard you not, what an humble suppliant Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery ?
Glo. Humbly complaining to her deity Got my lord chamberlain his liberty. I'll tell you what,-I think, it is our way, If we will keep in favour with the king, To be her men, and wear her livery : The jealous o'er-worn widow, and herself, Since that our brother dubb’d them gentlewomen, Are mighty gossips in this monarchy.
Brak. I beseech your graces both to pardon me ; His majesty hath straitly given in charge, That no man shall have private conference, Of what degree soever, with his brother. Glo. Even so ? an please your worship, Braken
bury, You may partake of any thing we say: We speak no treason, man ;-We say, the king Is wise, and virtuous; and his noble queen Well struck in years; fair, and not jealous :We say,
that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot, A cherry lip, A bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue; And the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks : How say you, sir ? can you deny all this? Brak. With this, my lord, myself have nought to Glo. Naught to do with mistress Shore? I tell
Brak. What one, my lord ?
Brak. I beseech your grace to pardon me; and,
withal, Forbear your conference with the noble duke. Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will
obey. Glo. We are the queen's abjects, and must obey. Brother, farewell : I will unto the king ; And whatsoe'er you will employ me in, Were it, to call king Edward's widow-sister, I will perform it, to enfranchise you. Mean time, this deep disgrace in brotherhood, Touches me deeper than you can imagine.
Clar. I know, it pleaseth neither of us well.
Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long; I will deliver you, or else lie for you : Mean time, have patience. Clar.
I must perforce; farewell. [Exeunt Clarence, Brakenbury, and Guard. Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return, Simple, plain Clarence !-I do love thee so, That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven, If heaven will take the present at our hands. But who comes here? the new-deliver'd Hastings ?
Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain !
Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners must:
Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence
For they, that were your enemies, are his,
Hast. More pity, that the eagle should be mew'd, While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.
Glo. What news abroad?
Hast. No news so bad abroad, as this at home ;-
Glo. Now, by saint Paul, this news is bad indeed.
With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments;
The Same. Another Street,
Enter the corpse of King Henry the Sixth, borne in
an open coffin, Gentlemen bearing halberds, to guard it ; and Lady ANNE as mourner.
Anne. Set down, set down your honourable load, If honour may be shrouded in a hearse,Whilst I a while obsequiously lament The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster. Poor key-cold figure of a holy king ! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster !
Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood !