Page 1107 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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Meantime, this deep disgrace in brotherhood
Touches me deeper than you can imagine.
[Embraces Clarence, weeping.]
CLARENCE
I know it pleaseth neither of us well.
RICHARD
Well, your imprisonment shall not be long:
I will deliver you, or else lie for you. [115]
Meantime, have patience.
CLARENCE
I must, perforce. Farewell.
Exeunt Clarence [Brakenbury and guard].
RICHARD
Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne’er return;
Simple, plain Clarence, I do love thee so
That I will shortly send thy soul to Heaven -
If Heaven will take the present at our hands. [120]
But who comes here? The new-deliver’d Hastings?
Enter Lord Hastings.
HAST INGS
Good time of day unto my gracious lord.
RICHARD
As much unto my good Lord Chamberlain:
Well are you welcome to the open air.
How hath your lordship brook’d imprisonment? [125]
HAST INGS
With patience, noble lord, as prisoners must;
But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks
That were the cause of my imprisonment.
RICHARD
No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence too:
