Till George be packed with post force up to heaven.

I'll in to urge his hatred more to Clarence

With lies well steeled with weighty arguments;

And, if I fail not in my deep intent,

Clarence hath not another day to live.

Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy

And leave the world form me to bustle in!

For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter.

What though I hath killed her husband and her father"

The readiest way to make the wench amends

Is to become her husband and her father.

The which will I, not all so much for love

As for another secret close intent

By marrying her which I must reach unto.

But yet I run before my horse to market.

Clarence still breathes, Edward still lives and reigns;

When they are gone, then...