Speeches (Lines) for Edward - Earl of March, later King Edward IV in "History of Richard III"

First Murderer. So do not I: go, coward as thou art.
Now must I hide his body in some hole,
Until the duke take order for his burial:
And when I have my meed, I must away;
For this will out, and here I must not stay.

Edward - Earl of March, later King Edward IV. Why, so: now have I done a good day's work:
You peers, continue this united league:
I every day expect an embassage
From my Redeemer to redeem me hence;
And now in peace my soul shall part to heaven,
Since I have set my friends at peace on earth.
Rivers and Hastings, take each other's hand;
Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love.

Lord Hastings. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like!

Edward - Earl of March, later King Edward IV. Take heed you dally not before your king;
Lest he that is the supreme King of kings
Confound your hidden falsehood, and award
Either of you to be the other's end.

Lord (Earl) Rivers. And I, as I love Hastings with my heart!

Edward - Earl of March, later King Edward IV. Madam, yourself are not exempt in this,
Nor your son Dorset, Buckingham, nor you;
You have been factious one against the other,
Wife, love Lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand;
And what you do, do it unfeignedly.

Queen Elizabeth. Here, Hastings; I will never more remember
Our former hatred, so thrive I and mine!

Edward - Earl of March, later King Edward IV. Dorset, embrace him; Hastings, love lord marquess.

Lord Hastings. And so swear I, my lord

Edward - Earl of March, later King Edward IV. Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou this league
With thy embracements to my wife's allies,
And make me happy in your unity.

Duke of Buckingham. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate
On you or yours,
[To the Queen]
but with all duteous love
Doth cherish you and yours, God punish me
With hate in those where I expect most love!
When I have most need to employ a friend,
And most assured that he is a friend
Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile,
Be he unto me! this do I beg of God,
When I am cold in zeal to yours.

Edward - Earl of March, later King Edward IV. A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham,
is this thy vow unto my sickly heart.
There wanteth now our brother Gloucester here,
To make the perfect period of this peace.

Humphrey of Lancaster - Duke of Gloucester. Good morrow to my sovereign king and queen:
And, princely peers, a happy time of day!

Edward - Earl of March, later King Edward IV. Happy, indeed, as we have spent the day.
Brother, we done deeds of charity;
Made peace enmity, fair love of hate,
Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.

Marquis of Dorset. Ay, my good lord; and no one in this presence
But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks.

Edward - Earl of March, later King Edward IV. Is Clarence dead? the order was reversed.

Marquis of Dorset. A boon, my sovereign, for my service done!

Edward - Earl of March, later King Edward IV. I pray thee, peace: my soul is full of sorrow.

Marquis of Dorset. I will not rise, unless your highness grant.

Edward - Earl of March, later King Edward IV. Then speak at once what is it thou demand'st.

Marquis of Dorset. The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life;
Who slew to-day a righteous gentleman
Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolk.

Edward - Earl of March, later King Edward IV. Have a tongue to doom my brother's death,
And shall the same give pardon to a slave?
My brother slew no man; his fault was thought,
And yet his punishment was cruel death.
Who sued to me for him? who, in my rage,
Kneel'd at my feet, and bade me be advised
Who spake of brotherhood? who spake of love?
Who told me how the poor soul did forsake
The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me?
Who told me, in the field by Tewksbury
When Oxford had me down, he rescued me,
And said, 'Dear brother, live, and be a king'?
Who told me, when we both lay in the field
Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me
Even in his own garments, and gave himself,
All thin and naked, to the numb cold night?
All this from my remembrance brutish wrath
Sinfully pluck'd, and not a man of you
Had so much grace to put it in my mind.
But when your carters or your waiting-vassals
Have done a drunken slaughter, and defaced
The precious image of our dear Redeemer,
You straight are on your knees for pardon, pardon;
And I unjustly too, must grant it you
But for my brother not a man would speak,
Nor I, ungracious, speak unto myself
For him, poor soul. The proudest of you all
Have been beholding to him in his life;
Yet none of you would once plead for his life.
O God, I fear thy justice will take hold
On me, and you, and mine, and yours for this!
Come, Hastings, help me to my closet.
Oh, poor Clarence!