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Henry and his son are gone; thou, Clarence, next, [90]
And by one and one I will dispatch the rest,
Counting myself but bad till I be best.
I’ll throw thy body in another room,
And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom.

Exit [with the body].

Scene VII IT

Flourish. Enter King [Edward], Queen [Elizabeth], Clarence, Gloucester,
Hastings, [a] Nurse [with the Young Prince], and Attendants.

KING EDWARD

Once more we sit in England’s royal throne
Repurchased with the blood of enemies:
What valiant foemen, like to autumn’s corn,
Have we mowed down in tops of all their pride:
Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renowned [5]
For hardy and undoubted champions;
Two Cliffords, as the father and the son;
And two Northumberlands - two braver men
Ne’er spurred their coursers at the trumpet’s sound;
With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague, [10]
That in their chains fettered the kingly lion
And made the forest tremble when they roared.
Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat
And made our footstool of security. -
Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy. - [15]
Young Ned, for thee thine uncles and myself
Have in our armours watched the winter’s night -
Went all afoot in summer’s scalding heat -
That thou might’st repossess the crown in peace:
And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain. [20]

GLOUCEST ER

[aside]
I’ll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;
For yet I am not looked on in the world.
This shoulder was ordained so thick to heave,
And heave it shall some weight, or break my back: