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	and soldiers; with QUEEN MARGARET, OXFORD, and
	SOMERSET, prisoners]

KING EDWARD IV: Now here a period of tumultuous broils.
	Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight:
	For Somerset, off with his guilty head.
	Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak.

OXFORD: For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words.

SOMERSET: Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune.

	[Exeunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded]

QUEEN MARGARET: So part we sadly in this troublous world,
	To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.

KING EDWARD IV: Is proclamation made, that who finds Edward
	Shall have a high reward, and he his life?

GLOUCESTER: It is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes!

	[Enter soldiers, with PRINCE EDWARD]

KING EDWARD IV: Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak.
	What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
	Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make
	For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects,
	And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?

PRINCE EDWARD: Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York!
	Suppose that I am now my father's mouth;
	Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou,
	Whilst I propose the selfsame words to thee,
	Which traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.

QUEEN MARGARET: Ah, that thy father had been so resolved!

GLOUCESTER: That you might still have worn the petticoat,
	And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster.

PRINCE EDWARD: Let AEsop fable in a winter's night;
	His currish riddles sort not with this place.

GLOUCESTER: By heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that word.

QUEEN MARGARET: Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men.

GLOUCESTER: For God's sake, take away this captive scold.

PRINCE EDWARD: Nay, take away this scolding crookback rather.

KING EDWARD IV: Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.

CLARENCE: Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert.

PRINCE EDWARD: I know my duty; you are all undutiful:
	Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured George,
	And thou mis-shapen Dick, I tell ye all
	I am your better, traitors as ye are:
	And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine.

KING EDWARD IV: Take that, thou likeness of this railer here.

	[Stabs him]

GLOUCESTER: Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony.

	[Stabs him]

CLARENCE: And there's for twitting me with perjury.

	[Stabs him]

QUEEN MARGARET: O, kill me too!

GLOUCESTER: Marry, and shall.

	[Offers to kill her]

KING EDWARD IV: Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done too much.

GLOUCESTER: Why should she live, to fill the world with words?

KING EDWARD IV: What, doth she swoon? use means for her recovery.

GLOUCESTER: Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother;
	I'll hence to London on a serious matter:
	Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.

CLARENCE: What? what?

GLOUCESTER: The Tower, the Tower.


QUEEN MARGARET: O Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy!
	Canst thou not speak? O traitors! murderers!
	They that stabb'd Caesar shed no blood at all,
	Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,
	If this foul deed were by to equal it:
	He was a man; this, in respect, a child:
	And men ne'er spend their fury on a child.
	What's worse than murderer, that I may name it?
	No, no, my heart will burst, and if I speak:
	And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.
	Butchers and villains! bloody cannibals!
	How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd!
	You have no children, butchers! if you had,
	The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse:
	But if you ever chance to have a child,
	Look in his youth to have him so cut off
	As, deathmen, you have rid this sweet young prince!

KING EDWARD IV: Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce.

QUEEN MARGARET: Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here,
	Here sheathe thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death:
	What, wilt thou not? then, Clarence, do it thou.

CLARENCE: By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease.

QUEEN MARGARET: Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it.

CLARENCE: Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it?

QUEEN MARGARET: Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself:
	'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.
	What, wilt thou not? Where is that devil's butcher,
	Hard-favour'd Richard? Richard, where art thou?
	Thou art not here: murder is thy alms-deed;
	Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back.

KING EDWARD IV: Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence.

QUEEN MARGARET: So come to you and yours, as to this Prince!

	[Exit, led out forcibly]

KING EDWARD IV: Where's Richard gone?

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

KING EDWARD IV: 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 me.



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