75 Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself:
’Twas sin before, but now ’tis charity.
[♦] What, wilt thou not? Where is that devil’s butcher,
Hard-favour’d Richard? Richard, where art thou?
Thou art not here: murder is thy alms-deed;
[80] Petitioners for blood thou ne’er put’st back.
K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence.
[♦] Q. Mar. So come to you and yours, as to this prince! [Exit, led out forcibly.
K. Edw. Where’s Richard gone?
Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guess,