Murder is his almes deed, petitioners
[♦] For bloud he nere put backe.
Edw. Awaie I saie, and take her hence perforce.
[♦] Queen. So come to you and yours, as to this prince. Ex.
[115] Edw. Clarence, whithers Gloster gone?
[♦] Cla Marrie my Lord to London, and as I gesse, to
Make a bloudie supper in the Tower.
Edw. He is sudden if a thing come in his head.
Well, discharge the common souldiers with paie
[120] And thankes, and now let vs towards London,