Make pale our cheek, chasing the royal blood
With fury from his native residence.
Now, by my seat's right royal majesty, 120
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, 124
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,— 128
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; 132
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! 136
Convey me to my bed, then to my grave:
Love they to live that love and honour have.
Exit [borne off by his Attendants].
K. Rich. And let them die that age and sullens have;
For both hast thou, and both become the grave. 140
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. 144
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
