[♦] Come, Hastings, help me to my closet. Oh, poor Clarence! [Exeunt some with King and Queen.
[♦] Glou. This is the fruit of rashness. Mark’d you not
[135] How that the guilty kindred of the queen
[♦] Look’d pale when they did hear of Clarence’ death?
O, they did urge it still unto the king!
[♦] God will revenge it. But come, let us in,
To comfort Edward with our company.
[140] Buck. We wait upon your grace. [Exeunt.
fbb SCENE II. The palace.
Enter the DUCHESS OF YORK, with the two children of CLARENCE.