By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease.

QUEEN MARGARET.
Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do
it.

CLARENCE.
Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it?

QUEEN MARGARET.
Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself;
'T was sin before, but now 't is charity.
What! wilt thou not? where is that devil's butcher,
Hard-favour'd Richard?--Richard, where art thou?
Thou art not here; murther is thy alms-deed,
Petitioners for blood thou ne'er putt'st back.

KING EDWARD.
Away, I say! I charge ye, bear her hence.

QUEEN MARGARET.
So come to you and yours as to this prince!

[She is taken out.]

KING EDWARD.
Where's Richard gone?

CLARENCE.
To London, all in post, and, as I guess,