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Richard the Third, II. i

Even in his garments; and did give 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 defac'd

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 beg 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. Ah, poor Clarence!

Exeunt some with King and Queen [Hastings, Rivers, Dorset, and Grey].

Rich. This is the fruits of rashness. Mark'd you not How that the guilty kindred of the queen

Look'd pale when they did hear of Clarence' death?

O! they did urge it still unto the king:

God will revenge it. Come, lords; will you go

To comfort Edward with our company?

Buck. We wait upon your Grace.

 130 beholding: under obligation 