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I must withdraw. 'Pray, lords, commend my
favours To his last peace, which, with him, I will pray
for: That done, it doth concern us to consult Of other following troubles.
I am glad
'Tis a king
Rare and unheard of.
WICK and DAWBENEY.
You shall; he's sent for.
From him, sir William,
Oxf. Without remembrance of your errors past,
Sur. And I ; good angels guard you !
Oh, the king
Accept from a poor dying man a farewell,
Mark their meeting.
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
his finger. Clif. This token ? What ? I am abus'd ? Stan.
You are not. I wet upon your cheeks a holy sign, The cross, the Christian's badge, the traitor's in
famy : Wear, Clifford, to thy grave this painted emblem : Water shall never wash it off, all eyes That gaze upon thy face, shall read there written, A state-informer's character ; more ugly, Stampt on a noble name, than on a base. The heavens forgive thee.-'Pray, my lords, no
Clif. Shall I be disgrac'd
Give losers leave to talk ;
Once more, To all a long farewell. The best of greatness Preserve the king! My next suit is, my lords, To be remember'd to my noble brother, Derby, my much griev'd brother. Oh, persuade him, That I shall stand no blemish to his house, In chronicles writ in another age : My heart doth bleed for him, and for his sighs. Tell him, he must not think the style of Derby, Nor being husband to king Henry's mother, The league with peers, the smiles of fortune, can Secure his peace above the state of man. I take my leave to travel to my dust : Subjects deserve their deaths whose kings are just. Come, confessor! On with thy axe, friend, on.
[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 To every point of Clifford's information, The only evidence 'gainst Stanley's head : He dies for it: are you pleas'd? Clif.
I pleas'd my lord ?
[Exit. K. Hen. Die all our griefs with Stanley! Take
this staff Of office, Dawbeney; henceforth be our chamber
Daw. I am your humblest servant.
We are follow'd
Your army, sir, being muster'd,
We know it, Dawbeney :
O.xf. I humbly thank you majesty.
Daw. The king is still oraculous.
The frontiers against an invasion there.
SCENE III.-Edinburgh.-À Hall in the Royal
Enter CRAWFORD and DALYELL.
Craw. 'Tis more than strange; my reason cannot
He courts the ladies,
'Twill prove too fatal:
How the counsel-privy Of this young Phaeton do screw their faces Into a gravity, their trades, good people,