_Q. Mar._ O Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy! Canst thou not speak? O traitors! murderers! They that stabb’d Cæsar shed no blood at all, Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame, If this foul deed were by to equal it: [cee055] 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, an if I speak: [cee059] And I will speak, that so my heart may burst. ·cee060· 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, ·cee065· Look in his youth to have him so cut off As, deathsmen, you have rid this sweet young prince! _K. Edw._ Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce. _Q. Mar._ Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here; Here sheathe thy sword, I’ll pardon thee my death: ·cee070· What, wilt thou not? then, Clarence, do it thou. _Clar._ By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease. _Q. Mar._ Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it. _Clar._ Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it? _Q. Mar._ Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself: ·cee075· ’Twas sin before, but now ’tis charity. What, wilt thou not? Where is that devil’s butcher, [cee077] 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. [cee080] _K. Edw._ Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence. _Q. Mar._ So come to you and yours, as to this prince! [cee082] [_Exit, led out forcibly._ _K. Edw._ Where’s Richard gone? _Clar._ To London, all in post; and, as I guess, To make a bloody supper in the Tower. ·cee085· _K. Edw._ 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. [_Exeunt._ ·cee090· SCENE VI. _London. The Tower_. _Enter_ KING HENRY _and_ GLOUCESTER, _with the_ Lieutenant, _on the walls_. _Glou._ Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard? [cef001] _K. Hen._ Ay, my good lord:--my lord, I should say rather; ’Tis sin to flatter; ‘good’ was little better: ‘Good Gloucester’ and ‘good devil’ were alike, And both preposterous; therefore, not ‘good lord.’ ·cef005· _Glou._ Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer. [cef006] [_Exit Lieutenant._ _K. Hen._ So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf; [cef007] So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, [cef008] And next his throat unto the butcher’s knife. What scene of death hath Roscius now to act? [cef010] _Glou._ Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.