[♦] Dor. Ay, my good lord; and no one in this presence
85 But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks.
K. Edw. Is Clarence dead? the order was reversed.
[♦] Glou. But he, poor soul, by your first order died,
[♦] And that a winged Mercury did bear;
[♦] Some tardy cripple bore the countermand,
[90] That came too lag to see him buried.
God grant that some, less noble and less loyal,
[♦] Nearer in bloody thoughts, but not in blood,
[♦] Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did,