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Make pale our cheek, chasing the royal blood

With fury from his native residence.

Now, by my seat's right royal majesty,

Wert thou not brother to great Edward's son,

This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head

Should run thy head from thy unreverent shoulders.

Gaunt. O! spare me not, my brother Edward's son,

For that I was his father Edward's son.

That blood already, like the pelican,

Hast thou tapp'd out and drunkenly carous'd:

My brother Gloucester, plain well-meaning soul,—

Whom fair befall in heaven 'mongst happy souls!—

May be a precedent and witness good

That thou respect'st not spilling Edward's blood:

Join with the present sickness that I have;

And thy unkindness be like crooked age,

To crop at once a too-long wither'd flower.

Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee!

These words hereafter thy tormentors be!

Convey me to my bed, then to my grave:

Love they to live that love and honour have.

K. Rich. And let them die that age and sullens have;

For both hast thou, and both become the grave.

York. I do beseech your majesty, impute his words

To wayward sickliness and age in him:

He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear

As Harry, Duke of Hereford, were he here.

K. Rich. Right, you say true: as Hereford's love, so his;

 121 See App. F

126 pelican; cf. n.

127 carous'd: drunk down

129 fair befall: may favor attend

131 respect'st not: hast no scruples about

139 sullens: sulks, dumps

