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SCENE V.

EDWARD SUFFOLK.
SUFFOLK.
My liege, the duke of Clarence—

EDWARD.
What of him?

SUFFOLK.
Hath left the court; this moment I beheld him
In conf'rence deep with Pembroke, who, it seems,
Is Marg'ret's firmest friend: 'tis whisper'd, both
Will join the queen.

EDWARD.
Well:—'tis no matter: I
Have deeper cause for grief, he cannot feel
A brother's falshood, who has lost a friend,
A friend like Warwick,—Suffolk, thou behold'st me
Betray'd, deserted by the man I lov'd;
Treated with cold indifference by her
Whom I ador'd, forsaken by my brother,
And threaten'd by the subjects I protect,
Oppress'd on every side: but, thou shalt see,
I have a soul superior to misfortunes.
Tho' rebel Clarence wrings my tortur'd heart,
And faithless Warwick braves me, we will yet
Maintain our right—come on, my friend, thou know'st,
Without his boasted aid, I cou'd have gain'd
The crown, without him now I will preserve it.