K. Edw.
Why 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 more in peace my Soul shall part to Heav'n,
Since I have made my Friends at peace on Earth;
Hastings and Rivers, take each others hand,
Dissemble not your Hatred, swear your Love.

Riv.
By Heav'n, my Soul is purg'd from bearing Hate,
And with my Hand I seal my true Heart's Love.

Hast.
So thrive I, as I truly swear the like.

K. Edw.
Take heed you dally not before your King,
Lest he, that is the supream King of Kings,
Confound your hidden falshood, and award
Either of you to be the others end.

Hast.
So prosper I, as I swear perfect Love.

Riv.
And I, as I love Hastings with my Heart.

K. Edw.
Madam, your self is not exempt from this;
Nor you 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.

Queen.
There Hastings, I will never more remember
Our former hatred, so thrive I, and mine.

K. Edw.
Dorset, embrace him:
Hastings, love Lord Marquess.

Dors.
This interchange of Love, I here protest
Upon my part, shall be inviolable.

Hast.
And so swear I.

K. Edw.
Now Princely Buckingham, seal thou this League
With thy embracements to my Wife's Allies,
And make me happy in your unity.

Buck.
When ever Buckingham doth turn his hate
Upon your Grace, but with all duteous Love, [To the Queen.
Doth cherish you and yours, God punish me
With hate in those where I expect most love:
When I have most need to imploy 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 Heav'n,
When I am cold in love, to you or yours. [Embracing Rivers, &c.

K. Edw.
A pleasing Cordial, Princely Buckingham,
Is this thy Vow unto my sickly Heart.
There wanteth now our Brother Glo'ster here,
To make the blessed Period of this Peace.

Buck.
And in good time,
Here comes Sir Richard Ratcliff, and the Duke. Enter Ratcliff and Gloucester.

Glo.
Good morrow to my Sovereign King and Queen,
And Princely Peers, a happy time of day.

K. Edw.
Happy indeed, as we have spent the day:
Glo'ster, we have done deeds of Charity,
Made Peace of Enmity, fair love of hate,
Between these swelling wrong incensed Peers.

Glo.
A blessed Labour, my most Sovereign Lord:
Among this Princely heap, if any here
By false Intelligence, or wrong Surmise
Hold me a Foe: If I unwillingly, or in my Rage,
Have ought committed that is hardly born,
To 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 Mens love.
First, Madam, I intreat true peace of you,
Which I will purchase with my duteous Service.
Of you my noble Cousin Buckingham,
If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us.
Of you, and you, Lord Rivers and of Dorset,
That all without desert have frown'd on me:
Of you Lord Woodvil, and Lord Scales of you,
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.

Queen.
A Holy-day shall this be kept hereafter:
I would to God all strifes were well compounded.
My Sovereign Lord, I do beseech your Highness
To take our Brother Clarence to your Grace.

Glo.
Why, Madam, have I offer'd Love for this,
To be so flouted in this Royal Presence?
Who knows not that the gentle Duke is dead? [They all start.
You do him injury to scorn his Coarse.

K. Edw.
Who knows not he is dead!
Who knows he is?

Queen.
All-seeing Heav'n, what a World is this?

Buck.
Look I so pale, Lord Dorset, as the rest?

Dors.
Ay, my good Lord; and no Man in the presence,
But his red Colour hath forsook his Cheeks.

K. Edw.
Is Clarence dead? the Order was revers'd.

Glo.
But he, poor Man, by your first Order died,
And that a winged Mercury did bear:
Some tardy Cripple bare the Countermand,
That come too lag to see him buried.
God grant, that some less Noble, and less Loyal,
Nearer in bloody Thoughts, and not in Blood,
Deserve no worse than wretched Clarence did,
And yet go currant from suspicion. Enter Earl of Derby.

Derby.
A boon, my Soveraign, for my Service done.

K. Edw.
I prithee peace, my Soul is full of sorrow.

Derby.
I will not rise, unless your Highness hear me.

K. Edw.
Then say at once, what is it thou request'st.

Derby.
The forfeit, Soveraign, of my Servant's Life,
Who slew to day a riotous Gentleman,
Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolk.

K. Edw.
Have I a Tongue to doom my Brother's death?
And shall that Tongue give pardon to a Slave?
My Brother kill'd no Man, his fault was Thought,
And yet his punishment was bitter Death.
Who sued to me for him? Who, in my wrath,
Kneel'd at my Feet; and bid me be advis'd?
Who spoke of Brotherhood? who spoke in love?
Who told me, how the poor Soul did forsake
The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me:
Who told me in the Field at 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 Garments, and did give himself,
All thin and naked, to the num cold Night?
All this from my Remembrance, brutish wrath
Sinfully pluckt, 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 defac'd
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, spake unto my self
For him, poor Soul. The proudest of you all,
Have been beholding to him in his Life:
Yet none of you, would once beg 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.
Ah poor Clarence. [Exeunt some with the King and Queen.

Glo.
This is the fruits of Rashness: Mark'd you not,
How that the kindred of the Queen

Look'd pale, when they did hear of Clarence's Death?
O! they did urge it still unto the King,
God will revenge it. Come, Lords, will you go,
To comfort Edward with our Company?

Buck.
We wait upon your Grace. [Exeunt.

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