Boling. They love not poison that do poison need,
Nor do I thee: though I did wish him dead,
I hate the murderer, love him murdered.40
The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour,
But neither my good word nor princely favour:
With Cain go wander thorough shades of night,[1963]
And never show thy head by day nor light.[1964]
Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe,45
That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow:[1965]
Come, mourn with me for that I do lament,[1966]
And put on sullen black incontinent:[1967]
I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land,[1968]
To wash this blood off from my guilty hand:50
March sadly after; grace my mournings here;[1969]
In weeping after this untimely bier. [Exeunt.[1970]
FOOTNOTES:
[1705] Act V. Scene I.] Ff Q5. Act IV. Scene II. Capell.
London ... Tower.] Capell. Continues in London. Pope.
Enter ... Ladies] Ff Q5. Enter the Queene with her attendants Q1 Q2 Q3 Q4 (Enter Queene Q3 Q4).
[1706] Enter ... Guard.] Ff Q5. Enter Ric. Q1 Q2. Enter Richard. Q3 Q4.
[1707] Ah, thou] Thou Rowe (ed. 2). O thou Pope.
[To K. Rich. Rowe.
model] modle Q1 Q2.
[1708] brother, sweet] (brother sweet) Q2 Q3 Q4.