As if his cause concern'd me: I should pity him If he should prove another than he seems. Enter CRAWFORD. Craw. Ladies, the king commands your presence instantly, For entertainment of the duke. Kath. The duke Must then be entertain'd, the king obey'd: It is our duty. Countess. We will all wait on him. [Exeunt, SCENE II.-London.-The Tower. A Flourish. Enter King HENRY, OXFORD, DURHAM, SURREY. K. Hen. Have ye condemn'd my chamberlain ? His treasons Dur. Condemn'd him, sir, which were as clear and mani fest, As foul and dangerous: besides, the guilt That it drew from him free confession, K. Hen. Is sometimes too too bitter, but we carry I hope we may reprieve him from the sentence Dur. You may, you may, And so persuade your subjects that the title Of York is better, nay, more just and lawful, Oxf. By Vere's old honours, I'll cut his throat dares speak it. Sur. To engage a soul in. 'Tis a quarrel K. Hen. 24 Unless I should divide my crown with him, 'Twould scarce have serv'd his turn, without the whole. But I am charitable, lords: let justice. Proceed in execution, whilst I mourn The loss of one whom I esteem'd a friend. Dur. Sir, he is coming this way. K. Hen. If he speak to me I could deny him nothing; to prevent it, Coil,] Bustle, stir. Rewarded 'em.] So the quarto reads corruptedly. I must withdraw. 'Pray, lords, commend my fa vours To his last peace, which, with him, I will pray for: That done, it doth concern us to consult Of other following troubles. Oxf. I am glad [Exeunt. He's gone; upon my life he would have pardon'd The traitor, had he seen him. Sur. 'Tis a king Rare and unheard of. Compos'd of gentleness. Dur. But every man is nearest to himself, And that the king observes; 'tis fit he should. Enter STANLEY, led by the Executioner, with URSWICK and DAWBENEY. Stan. May I not speak with Clifford, ere I shake This piece of frailty off? Daw. You shall; he's sent for. Stan. I must not see the king? Dur. From him, sir William, These lords and I am sent: he bade us say As he would, in the sweetness of his nature, - Stan. Oh, the king Next to my soul, shall be the nearest subject Of my last prayers. My grave lord of Durham, My lords of Oxford, Surrey, Dawbeney, all, Accept from a poor dying man a farewell, Enter CLIFFORD. Daw. Sir Robert Clifford comes, the man, sir William, You so desir'd to speak with. Dur. Mark their meeting. Clif. Sir William Stanley, I am glad your con science Before your end, hath emptied every burden Which charg'd it, as that you can clearly witness, How far I have proceeded in a duty That both concern'd my truth and the state's safety. Stan. Mercy, how dear is life to such as hug it! Come hither-by this token think on me! [Makes a cross on CLIFFORD's face with Clif. This token? What? I am abus'd? I wet upon your cheeks a holy sign, The cross, the Christian's badge, the traitor's infamy: Wear, Clifford, to thy grave this painted emblem: That gaze upon thy face, shall read there written, The heavens forgive thee.-'Pray, my lords, no change Of words this man and I have us'd too many. Without reply? Dur. Give losers leave to talk ; His loss is irrecoverable. Stan. Once more, To all a long farewell. The best of greatness My heart doth bleed for him, and for his sighs. Subjects deserve their deaths whose kings are just. [He is led off to execution. Clif. Was I call'd hither by a traitor's breath To be upbraided? Lords, the king shall know it. Enter King HENRY with a white staff. K. Hen. The king doth know it sir; the king hath heard What he or you could say. We have given credit The only evidence 'gainst Stanley's head: Clif. I pleas'd my lord? K. Hen. No echoes: for your service we dismiss Your more attendance on the court; take ease, And live at home. But, as you love your life, Stir not from London without leave from us. We'll think on your reward. Away! Clif. I go, sir. [Exit. K. Hen. Die all our griefs with Stanley! Take this staff Of office, Dawbeney; henceforth be our chamber lain. |