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Lest he that is the supreme King of kings |
Confound your hidden falsehood, and award |
Either 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 IV: |
Madam, 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. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH: |
Here, Hastings; I will never more remember |
Our former hatred, so thrive I and mine! |
KING EDWARD IV: |
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, my lord |
KING EDWARD IV: |
Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou this league |
With thy embracements to my wife's allies, |
And make me happy in your unity. |
BUCKINGHAM: |
Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate |
On you or yours, |
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. |
KING EDWARD IV: |
A 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. |
BUCKINGHAM: |
And, in good time, here comes the noble duke. |
GLOUCESTER: |
Good morrow to my sovereign king and queen: |
And, princely peers, a happy time of day! |
KING EDWARD IV: |
Happy, indeed, as we have spent the day. |
Brother, we done deeds of charity; |
Made peace enmity, fair love of hate, |
Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers. |
GLOUCESTER: |
A 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 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. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH: |
A 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. |
GLOUCESTER: |
Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this |
To be so bouted in this royal presence? |
Who knows not that the noble duke is dead? |
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