If you do love my brother, hate not me;
I am his brother, and I love him well.
If you are hir'd for meed, go back again,
And I will send you to my brother Gloucester,
Who shall reward you better for my life
Than Edward will for tidings of my death.
You are deceiv'd: your brother Gloucester
O, no, he loves me, and he holds me dear.
Go you to him from me.
Ay, so we will.
CLARENCE. Tell him when that our princely father York
Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm
And charg'd us from his soul to love each other,
He little thought of this divided friendship.
Bid Gloucester think of this, and he will weep.
Ay, millstones; as he lesson'd us to weep.
CLARENCE. O, do not slander him, for he is kind.
Right, as snow in harvest. Come, you
'Tis he that sends us to destroy you here.
It cannot be; for he bewept my fortune
And hugg'd me in his arms, and swore with sobs
That he would labour my delivery.
Why, so he doth, when he delivers you
From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven. (1.4.20)
Why, so. Now have I done a good day's
You peers, continue this united league.
I every day expect an embassage
From my Redeemer to redeem me hence;
And more at peace my soul shall part to heaven,
Since I have made my friends at peace on earth. (2.1.1)
My brother killed no man-his fault was thought,
And yet his punishment was bitter death.
Who sued to me for him? Who, in my wrath,
Kneel'd at my feet, and bid me be advis'd?
Who spoke of brotherhood? Who spoke of love? (2.1.10)