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For they that were your enemies are his, [130] Exit Hastings.
And have prevail’d as much on him, as you.
HAST INGS
More pity that the eagles should be mew’d,
While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.
RICHARD
What news abroad?
HAST INGS
No news so bad abroad, as this at home: [135]
The King is sickly, weak and melancholy,
And his physicians fear him mightily.
RICHARD
Now by Saint John, that news is bad indeed.
O, he hath kept an evil diet long,
And over-much consum’d his royal person: [140]
’Tis very grievous to be thought upon.
Where is he, in his bed?
HAST INGS
He is.
RICHARD
Go you before, and I will follow you.
He cannot live, I hope, and must not die [145]
Till George be pack’d with post-horse up to Heaven.
I’ll in to urge his hatred more to Clarence,
With lies well-steel’d with weighty arguments;
And if I fail not in my deep intent,
Clarence hath not another day to live: [150]
Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy,
And leave the world for me to bustle in.
For then I’ll marry Warwick’s youngest daughter -
What though I kill’d her husband and her father?
The readiest way to make the wench amends [155]
Is to become her husband, and her father:
