Second Murderer
Take the devil in thy mind, and believe him not. He would insinuate with thee but to make thee sigh.
First Murderer
I am strong framed, he cannot prevail with me.
Second Murderer
Spoke like a tall man that respects thy reputation. Come, shall we fall to work?
First Murderer
Take him over the costard with the hilts of thy sword, and then throw him in the malmsey butt in the next room.
Second Murderer
Oh, excellent devise. And make a sop of him.
First Murderer
Soft, he wakes.
Second Murderer
Strike!
First Murderer
No, we’ll reason with him.
Clarence
Where art thou, keeper? Give me a cup of wine.
Second Murderer
You shall have wine enough, my lord, anon.
Clarence
In God’s name, what art thou?
Second Murderer
A man, as you are.
Clarence
But not, as I am, royal.
Second Murderer
Nor you, as we are, loyal.
Clarence
Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are humble.
Second Murderer
My voice is now the king’s, my looks mine own.
Clarence
How darkly and how deadly dost thou speak!Your eyes do menace me. Why look you pale?Who sent you hither? Wherefore do you come?
Second Murderer
To, to, to —
Clarence
To murder me?
Both
Ay, ay.
Clarence
You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so,And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it.Wherein, my friends, have I offended you?
First Murderer
Offended us you have not, but the king.
Clarence
I shall be reconciled to him again.
Second Murderer
Never, my lord. Therefore prepare to die.
Clarence
Are you drawn forth among a world of menTo slay the innocent? What is my offence?Where are the evidence that doth accuse me?What lawful quest have given their verdict upUnto the frowning judge? Or who pronouncedThe bitter sentence of poor Clarence’ deathBefore I be convict by course of law?To threaten me with death is most unlawful.I charge you, as you hope for any goodness,By Christ’s dear blood shed for our grievous sins,That you depart and lay no hands on me.The deed you undertake is damnable.
First Murderer
What we will do, we do upon command.
Second Murderer
And he that hath commanded is our king.
Clarence
Erroneous vassals! The great King of kingsHath in the table of his law commandedThat thou shalt do no murder. Will you thenSpurn at his edict and fulfil a man’s?Take heed, for he holds vengeance in his handTo hurl upon their heads that break his law.
Second Murderer
And that same vengeance doth he hurl on theeFor false forswearing and for murder, too.Thou didst receive the holy sacrament to fightIn quarrel of the house of Lancaster.
First Murderer
And, like a traitor to the name of God,Didst break that vow, and with thy treacherous bladeUnripped’st the bowels of thy sovereign’s son.
Second Murderer
Whom thou wert sworn to cherish and defend.
First Murderer
How canst thou urge God’s dreadful law to usWhen thou hast broke it in such dear degree?
Clarence
Alas! For whose sake did I that ill deed?For Edward, for my brother, for his sake.He sends you not to murder me for this,For in that sin he is as deep as I.If God will be avengèd for the deed,Oh, know you yet, he doth it publicly.Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm.He needs no indirect nor lawless courseTo cut off those that have offended him.
First Murderer
Who made thee, then, a bloody ministerWhen gallant-springing brave Plantagenet,That princely novice, was struck dead by thee?
Clarence
My brother’s love, the devil, and my rage.
First Murderer
Thy brother’s love, our duty, and thy faultsProvoke us hither now to slaughter thee.
Clarence
If you do love my brother, hate not me.I am his brother, and I love him well.If you be hired for meed, go back again,And I will send you to my brother Gloucester,Who shall reward you better for my lifeThan Edward will for tidings of my death.
Second Murderer
You are deceived. Your brother Gloucester hates you.
Clarence
Oh, no, he loves me, and he holds me dear.Go you to him from me.
First Murderer
Ay, so we will.
Clarence
Tell him, when that our princely father YorkBlessed his three sons with his victorious arm,He little thought of this divided friendship.Bid Gloucester think of this, and he will weep.
First Murderer
Ay, millstones, as he lessoned us to weep.
Clarence
Oh, do not slander him, for he is kind.
First Murderer
Right, as snow in harvest.Come, you deceive yourself,ʼTis he that sent us to destroy you here.
Clarence
It cannot be, for he bewept my fortune,He hugged me in his arms, and swore with sobsThat he would labour my delivery.
First Murderer
Why, so he doth, when he delivers youFrom this earth’s thraldom to the joys of heaven.
Second Murderer
Make peace with God, for you must die, my lord.
Clarence
Have you that holy feeling in your souls,To counsel me to make my peace with God,And are you yet to your own souls so blind.That you will war with God by murdering me?O sirs, consider, they that set you onTo do this deed will hate you for the deed.
Second Murderer
What shall we do?
Clarence
Relent, and save your souls,Which of you, if you were a prince’s son,Being pent from liberty, as am I now,If two such murderers as yourself came to you,Would not entreat for life as you would beg,Were you in my distress?
First Murderer
Relent? No. ʼTis cowardly and womanish.
Clarence
Not to relent is beastly, savage, devilish.My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks.Oh, if thine eye be not a flatterer,Come thou on my side and entreat for me;A begging prince what beggar pities not?
Second Murderer
Look behind you, my lord.
First Murderer
Take that, and that.(Stabs him.) If all this will not do,I’ll drown you in the malmsey butt within.
Exit [with Clarence’s body].
Second Murderer
A bloody deed, and desperately dispatched.How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my handsOf this most grievous murder.
Enter First Murderer.
First Murderer
How now? what mean’st thou, that thou help’st me not?By heavens, the duke shall know how slack you have been.
Second Murderer
I would he knew that I had saved his brother.Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say,For I repent me that the duke is slain.
Exit.
First Murderer
So do not I. Go, coward as thou art.Well, I’ll go hide the body in some holeTill that the duke take order for his burial;And when I have my meed, I must away,For this will out, and then I must not stay.
Act II
Scene 1
Flourish. Enter the King [Edward] (sick), the Queen [Elizabeth], lord marquess Dorset, Rivers, Hastings, Catesby, Buckingham and others.
King Edward
Why, so. Now have I done a good day’s work.You peers, continue this united league.I every day expect an embassageFrom my redeemer to redeem me hence.And more to peace my soul shall part to heaven,Since I have made my friends at peace on earth.Rivers and Hastings, take each other’s hand.Dissemble not your hatred; swear your love.
Rivers
By heaven, my soul is purged from grudging hate,And with my hand I seal my true heart’s love.
Hastings
So thrive I, as I truly swear the like.
King Edward
Take heed you dally not before your king,Lest he that is the supreme King of kingsConfound your hidden falsehood and awardEither of you to be the other’s end.
Hastings
So prosper I, as I swear perfect love.
Rivers
And I, as I love Hastings with my heart.
King Edward
Madam, yourself are 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.
Elizabeth
Here, Hastings, I will never more rememberOur former hatred, so thrive I and mine.
King Edward
Dorset, embrace him. Hastings, love lord marquess.
Dorset
This interchange of love, I here protest,Upon my part shall be unviolable.
Hastings
And so swear I.
King Edward
Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou this leagueWith thy embracements to my wife’s allies,And make me happy in your unity.
Buckingham
Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hateUpon your grace, but with all duteous loveDoth cherish you and yours, God punish meWith hate in those where I expect most love.When I have most need to employ a friend,And most assurèd that he is a friend,Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guileBe he unto me. This do I beg of heaven,When I am cold in love to you or yours.
Embrace.
King Edward
A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham,Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart.There wanteth now our brother Gloucester hereTo make the blessèd period of this peace.
Buckingham
