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Glo. He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband, Glo. Say, then, my peace is made.
Did it to help thee to a better husband.

Anne. That shalt thou know bereafter.
Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth. Glo. But sball I live in hope? (Sheathing his Sword.
Glo. He lives that loves you better than he could. Anne. All men, I hope, live so.
Anne, Name him.


Glo. Vouchsafe to wear this ring.

Anne. To take, is not to give. She puts on the Ring.

Why, that was he. Glo. Look, how my ring encompasseth thy finger,
Glo. The self-same name, but one of better pature. Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart;
Anne. Where is he?

Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.

Here : (She spits at him.] Why And if thy poor devoted suppliant may
dost thou spit at me?

But beg one favour at thy gracious hand,
Anne. 'Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! Tbou dost confirm his happiness for ever.
Glo. Never came poison from so sweet a place. Anne. What is it?
Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad.

Glo. That it may please you leave these sad de-
Out of my sight! thou dost infect mine eyes.

Glo. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. To him that hath most cause to be a mourner,
Anne. Would they were basilisks, to strike thee dead! And presently repair to Crosby-place.

Glo. I would they were, that I might die at once, Where (after I have solemnly interr'd,
For now they kiil me with a living death.

At Chertsey monastery, this noble king,
i Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, And wet his grave with my repentant tears)

Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops : I will with all expedient duty see you:
· These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear; For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you,
No, when my father York, and Edward wept

Grant me this boon.
To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made,

Anne. With all my heart; and much it joys me too,
When black-fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him; To see you are become so penitent.-
Nor when thy warlike father, like a child,

Tressel, and Berkley, go along with me.
Told the sad story of my father's death,

Glo. Bid me farewell.
And twenty times made pause to sob and weep,


"Tis more than you deserve;
That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks, But since you teach me how to flatter you,
Like trees bedash'd with rain ; in that sad time Imagine I have said farewell already.
My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear:

(Ereunt Lady Anne, Tressel, and Berkley.
And what these sorrows could not thence exhale, Gent. Towards Chertsey, noble lord ?
Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. Glo. No, to White-Friars; there attend my coming.
I never sued to friend, nor enemy;

[Exeunt the rest, with ihe Corse.
My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word; Was ever woman in this humour wood?
But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee,

Was ever woman in this humour won?
My proud heart sues, and prompis my tongue to speak. I'll have her, but I will not keep her long.

(She looks scornfully at him. What! I, that kill'd her husband, and his father,
Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made To take her in her heart's extremest hate;
For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.

With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,

The bleeding witness of my hatred by,
Lo! here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me,
Which if thou please to hide in this true breast, And I no friends to back my suit withal,
And let the soul forth that adoreth thee,

But the plain devil, and dissembling looks,
I lay it naked to the deadly stroke,

And yet to win her,--all the world to nothing! Ha!
And humbly beg the death upon my knee.

Hath she forgot already that brave prince,
(He lays his Breast open: she offers at it with his Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since,

Stabb’d in my angry mood at Tewksbury ?
Nay, do not pause; for I did kill king Henry ;- A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,-
But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me.

Framed in the prodigality of nature,
Nay, now despatch; 'twas I that stabbed young Ed- Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal, -

The spacious world cannot again afford :
But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on.

And will she yet abase her eyes on me,

[She falls the Sword. That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince,
Take up the sword again, or take up me.

And made her widow to a woful bed ?
Anne. Arise, dissembler: though I wish thy death, On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety?
I will not be thy executioner.

On me, that halt, and am mis-shapen thus ?
Glo. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. My dukedom to a beggarly denier,

(Taking up the Sword. I do mistake my person all this while:
Anne. I have already.

Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot,
That was in thy rage :

Myself to be a marvellous proper man.
Speak it again, and even with the word,

I'll be at charges for a looking-glass;
This hand, which for thy love did kill thy love, And entertain a score or two of tailors,
Shall for thy love kill a far truer love :

To study fashions to adorn my body:
To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary.

Since I am crept in favour with myself,
Anne. I would I knew thy heart.

I will maintain it with some little cost.
Glo. 'Tis figur'd in my tongue.

But, first, I'll turn yon' fellow in his grave,
Anne. I fear me, both are false.

And then return lamenting to my love.--,
Glo. Then, never man was true.

Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass,
Anne. Well, well, put up your sword.

That I may see my shadow as I pass.


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SCENE III.--The Same. A Room in the Palace.

(Whom God preserve better than you would wish!)

Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing-while,
Enter Queen Elizabeth, Lord Rivers, and Lord Grey. But you must trouble him with lewd complaints.
Riv. Have patience, madam : there's no doubt, his Q. Eliz. Brother of Gloster, you mistake the matter.

The king, on his own royal disposition,
Will soon recover his accustom'd health.

And not provok'd by any suitor else,
Grey. In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse : Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred,
Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comfort, That in your outward action shows itself,
And cheer his grace with quick and merry words. Against my children, brothers, and myself,

Q. Eliz. If he were dead, what would betide on me? Makes him to send; that thereby he may gather
Grey. No other harm, but loss of such a lord. The ground of your ill-will, and so remove it.
Q. Eliz. The loss of such a lord includes all harms. Glo. I cannot tell ;--the world is grown so bad,

Grey. The heavens have bless'd you with a goodly son, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch:
To be your comforter when he is gone.

Since every Jack became a gentleman,
Q. Éliz. Ah! he is young; and his minority There's many a gentle person made a Jack.
Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloster,

Q. Eliz. Come, come, we know your meaning, bro-
A man that loves not me, nor none of you.

ther Gloster: Riv. Is it concluded, he shall be protector? You envy my advancement, and my friends.

Q. Eliz. It is determin’d, not concluded yet; God grant, we never may have need of you!
But so it must be, if the king miscarry.

Glo. Meantime, God grants that I have need of you:

Our brother is imprison'd by your means;
Grey. Here come the lords of Buckingham and Myself disgrac'd, and the nobility

Held in contempt; while many great promotions
Buck. Good time of day unto your royal grace. Are daily given, to ennoble those
Stan. God make your majesty joyful as you have been! That scarce, some two days since, were worth noble.
Q. Eliz. The countess Richmond, good my lord of Q. Eliz. By bim that rais’d me to this careful height

From that contented hap which I enjoy'd,
To your good prayer will scarcely say

I never did incense bis majesty
Yet, Stanley, notwithstanding she's your wife, Against the duke of Clarence; but have been
And loves not me, be you, good lord, assur'd, An earnest advocate to plead for him.
I hate not you for her proud arrogance.

My lord, you do me shameful injury,
Stan. I do beseech you, either not believe

Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects. The envious slanders of her false accusers;

Glo. You may deny, that you were not the mean
Or, if she be accus d on true report,

Of my lord Hastings' late imprisonment.
Bear with her weakness, which, I think, proceeds Riv. She may, my lord; for-
From wayward sickness, and no grounded malice. Glo. She may, lord Rivers,—why, who knows not so?

Q. Eliz. Saw you the king to-day, my lord of Stanley? She may do more, sir, than denying that:
Stan. But now, the duke of Buckingham, and I, She may help you to many fair preferments,
Are come from visiting his majesty.

And then deny her aiding hand therein,
Q. Eliz. What likelihood of his amendment, lords ? | And lay those honours on your high desert.
Buck. Madam, good hope : his grace speaks cheer- What may she not? She may,--ay, marry, may she,–

Riv. What, marry, may she?
Q. Eliz. God grant him health! Did you confer with Glo. What, marry, may she ?. marry with a king,

A bachelor, and a handsome stripling too.
Buck. Ay, madam : he desires to make atonement I wis, your grandam had a worser match.
Between the duke of Gloster and your brothers,

Q. Éliz. My lord of Gloster, I have too long borne
And between them and my lord chamberlain; Your blunt upbraidings, and your bitter scoffs :
And sent to warn them to his royal presence.

By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty,
Q. Eliz. Would all were well —But that will never Of those gross taunts that oft I have endur'd.
be :

I had rather be a country serving-maid, I fear, our happiness is at the height.

Than a great queen, with this condition, Enter Gloster, stamping angrily, with Hastings, and To be thus taunted, scorn'd, and baited at: DORSET.

Small joy have I in being England's queen. Glo. They do me wrong, and I will not endure it.

Enter Queen MARGARET, behind. Who are they, that complain unto the king,

Q. Mar. And lessen'd be that small, God, I beThat I, forsooth, am stern, and love them not?

seech him!

[Aside. By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly, Thy honour, state, and seat, is due to me. That fill his ears with such dissentious rumours.

Ĝlo. What! threat you me with telling of the king ?
Because I cannot flatter, and speak fair,

Tell him, and spare not: look, what I have said
Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, I will avouch in presence of the king :
Duck with French nods and apish courtesy,

I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower.
I must be held a rancorous enemy.

"Tis time to speak; my pains are quite forgot. Cannot a plain man live, and think no harm,

Q. Mar. Out, devil! I do remember them too But thus his simple truth must be abus'd


[ Aside. With silken, sly, insinuating Jacks?

Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower,
Grey. To whom in all this presence speaks your grace? And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury.

Glo. To thee, that hast nor honesty, nor grace. Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or your husband king,
When have I injur'd thee? when done thee wrong?, I was a pack-borse in his great affairs ;
Or thee?--or thee?-or any of your faction?

A weeder-out of his proud adversaries,
A plague upon you all! His royal grace,

A liberal rewarder of his friends :

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To royalize his blood, I spent mine own.

Ready to catch each other by the throat, Q. Mar. Ay, and much better blood than his, or And turn you all your hatred now on me? thine.

[Aside. Did York's dread curse prevail so much with heaven, Glo. In all which time, you, and your husband Grey, That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, Were factious for the house of Lancaster;

Their kingdom's loss, my woful banishment,
And, Rivers, so were you.-Was not your husband Should all but answer for that peevish brat?
In Margaret's battle at Saint Alban's slain?

Can curses pierce the clouds, and enter heaven ?-
Let me put in your minds, if you forget,

Why, then give way, dull clouds, to my quick curses ! -
What you have been ere this, and what you are; Though not by war, by surfeit die your king,
Withal, what I have been, and what I am.

As ours by murder, to make him a king !
Q. Mar. A murd'rous villain, and so still thou Edward, thy son, that now is prince of Wales,

[ Aside. For Edward, our son, that was prince of Wales,
Glo. Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick, Die in his youth by like untimely violence!
Ay, and forswore himself, “which Jesu pardon! | Thyself a queen, for me that was a queen,
Q. Mar. Which God revenge !

[Aside. Outlive thy glory, like my wretched self!
Glo. To fight on Edward's party, for the crown; Long may'st thou live, to wail thy children's death;
And, for his meed, poor lord, he is mew'd up. And see another, as I see thee now,
I would to God, my heart were flint like Edward's, Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stall'd in mine!
Or Edward's soft and pitiful, like mine :

Long die thy happy days before thy death;
I am too childish-foolish for this world.

And, after many lengthen'd hours of grief,
Q. Mar. Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave this Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen!

[Aside. Rivers, and Dorset, you were standers by,
Thou cacodæmon! there thy kingdom is.

And so wast thou, lord Hastings, when my son
Riv. My lord of Gloster, in those busy days, Was stabb'd with bloody daggers: God, I pray him,
Which here you urge to prove us enemies,

That none of you may live his natural age,
We follow'd 'then our lord, our sovereign king; But by some unlook'd accident cut off!
So should we you, if you should be our king.

Glo. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'd hag.
Glo. If I should be ?-I had rather be a pedlar. Q. Mar. And leave out thee ? stay, dog, for thou
Far be it from my heart the thought thereof !

shalt hear me.
Q. Eliz. As little joy, my lord, as you suppose If heaven have any grievous plague in store,
You should enjoy, were you this country's king, Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee,
As little joy you may suppose in me,

0! let them keep it, till thy sins be ripe,
That I enjoy, being the queen thereof.

And then hurl down their indignation
Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof; [Aside. On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace!
For I am she, and altogether joyless.

The worm of conscience still be-gnaw thy soul!
I can no longer hold me patient.-

Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st,
[Coming forward. They all start. And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends!
Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine,
In sharing that which you have pill'd from me! Unless it be while some tormenting dream
Which of you trembles not, that looks on me? Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils !
If not, that, I being queen, you bow like subjects, Thou elvish-mark'd, abortive, rooting hog!
Yet that, by you depos'd, you quake like rebels ?- Thou that wast seal'd in thy nativity
Ah! gentle villain, do not turn away.

The stain of nature, and the scorn of hell !
Glo. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak’st thou in my Thou slander of thy heavy mother's womb!

Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins !
Q. Mar. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd; Thou rag of honour! thou detested
That will I make, before I let thee go.

Glo. Margaret.
Glo. Wert thou not banished, on pain of death? Q. Mar.

Richard !
Q. Mar. I was; but I do find more pain in banish-


Ha ? ment,

Q. Mar.

I call thee not. Than death can yield me here by my abode.

Glo. I cry thee mercy then; for I did think, A husband, and a son, thou ow'st to me,

That thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names. And thou, a kingdom ;-all of you, allegiance:

Q. Mar. Why, so I did; but look'd for no reply.
This sorrow that I have, by right is yours,

O! let me make the period to my curse,
And all the pleasures you usurp are mine.

Glo. "Tis done by me, and ends in--Margaret.
Glo. The curse my noble father laid on thee, Q. Eliz. Thus have you breath'd your curse against
When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper, yourself.
And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes ; Q. Mar. Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my
And then, to dry them, gav'st the duke a clout

Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland; Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottle spider,
His curses, then from bitterness of soul

Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about? Denounc'd against thee, are all fallen upon thee, Fool, fool! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself. And God, not we, hath plagu'd thy bloody deed. The day will come, that thou shalt wish for me

Q. Eliz. So just is God, to right the innocent, To help thee curse this pois'nous bunch-back'd toad.

Hast. O! 'twas the foulest deed to slay that babe, Hast. False-boding woman, end thy frantic curse,
And the most merciless, that e'er was heard of. Lest to thy harm thou move our patience.

Riv. Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported. Q. Mar. Foul shame upon you; you have all mov'd
Dors. No man but prophesied revenge for it.

Buck. Northumberland, then present, wept to see it. Riv. Were you well serv'd, you would be taught
Q. Mar. What! were you snarling all, before I came, your duty

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Q. Mar. To serve me well, you all should do me Riv. A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion, duty,

To pray for them that have done scath to us. Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects. Glo. So do I ever, being well advis'd; [Aside. 0! serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty. For had I curs'd now, I had curs'd myself. Dor. Dispute not with her, she is lunatic.

Enter CatesbY. Q. Mar. "Peace, master marquess! you are mala- Cates. Madam, his majesty doth call for you, pert:

And for your grace, and you, my noble lords. Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current. Q. Eliz. Catesby, I come. --Lords, will you go O, that your young nobility could judge,

with me? What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable!

Riv. We wait upon your grace. They that stand high have many blasts to shake them,

[Exeunt all but Gloster. And if they fall they dash themselves to pieces.

Glo. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. Glo. Good counsel, marry :- learn it, learn it, The secret mischiefs that I set abroach, marquess.

I lay unto the grievous charge of others. Dor. It touches you, my lord, as much as me. Clarence, whom I, indeed, have cast in darkness,

Glo. Ay, and much more; but I was born so high: I do beweep to many simple gulls; Our eyry buildeth in the cedar's top,

Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham;
And dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun. And tell them, 'tis the queen and her allies,

Q. Mar. And turns the sun to shade,--alas! alas !-- That stir the king against the duke my brother.
Witness my son, now in the shade of death ;

Now, they believe it; and withal whet me
Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath To be reveng'd on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey;
Hath in eternal darkness folded up.

But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture, Your eyry buildeth in our eyry's nest.

Tell them, that God bids us do good for evil: O God! that seest it, do not suffer it:

And thus I clothe my naked villainy As it was won with blood, lost be it so!

With odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ, Buck. Peace, peace! for shame, if not for charity. And seem a saint when most I play the devil. Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me:

Enter two Murderers.
Uncharitably with me have you dealt,

But soft! here come my executioners.
And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd. How now, my hardy, stout resolved mates!
My charity is outrage, life my shame,

Are you now going to dispatch this thing ?
And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!

1 Murd. We are, my lord; and come to have the Buck. Have done, have done.

warrant, Q. Mar. O, princely Buckingham! I'll kiss thy band, That we may be admitted where he is. In sign of league and amity with thee:

Glo. Well thought upon; I have it here about me. Now, fair befal thee, and thy noble house !

[Gives the Warrant. Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, When you have done, repair to Crosby-place. Nor thou within the compass


But, sirs, be sudden in the execution, Buck. Nor no one here; for curses never pass

Withal obdurate : do not hear him plead; The lips of those that breathe them in the air. For Clarence is well spoken, and, perhaps,

Q. Mar. I will not think but they ascend the sky, May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him. And there awake God's gentle-sleeping peace.

1 Murd. Tut, tut! my lord, we will not stand to O Buckingham ! take heed of yonder dog :

prate; Look, when he fawns, he bites; and, when he bites, Talkers are no good doers : be assur'd, His venom tooth will rankle to the death :

We go to use our hands, and not our tongues. Have not to do with him, beware of him ;

Glo. Your eyes drop mill-stones, when fools' eyes Sin, death, and hell, have set their marks on him,

fall tears : And all their ministers attend on him.

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business straight; Glo. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham? Go, go, despatch. Buck. Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord. 1 Murd. We will, my noble lord. (Exeunt. Q. Mar. What! dost thou scorn me for my gentle

SCENE IV.-London. A Room in the Tower. counsel, And soothe the devil that I warn thee from?

Enter CLARENCE and BRAKENBURY, 0! but remember this another day,

Brak. Why looks your grace so heavily to-day? When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow,

Clar. 0! Í have pass'd a miserable night,
And say, poor Margaret was a prophetess.- So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,
Live each of you the subjects to his hate,

That, as I am a Christian faithful man,
And he to yours, and all of you to God's! [Exit. I would not spend another such a night,

Hast. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses. Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days,
Riv. And so doth mine. I muse, why she's at So fuil of dismal terror was the time.

Brak. What was your dream, my lord? I pray Glo. I cannot blame her: by God's holy mother,

you, tell me. She hath had too much wrong, and I repent

Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the Tower, My part thereof, that I have done to her.

And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy; Q. Eliz. I never did her any, to my knowledge. And, in my company, my brother Gloster,

Glo. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong. Who from my cabin tempted me to walk I was too hot to do somebody good,

Upon the hatches: thence we look'd toward England, That is too cold in thinking of it now.

And cited up a thousand heavy times, Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid ;

During the wars of York and Lancaster, He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains;

That had befall'n us. As we pac'd along God pardon them that are the cause thereof ! Upon the giddy footing of the hatches,

my curse.

him so.

Methought, that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, Brak. What would'st thou, fellow? and how cam'st
Struck me (that thought to stay him) over-board,

thou hither?
Into the tumbling billows of the main.

1 Murd. I would speak with Clarence; and I came
O Lord ! methought, what pain it was to drown! hither on my legs.
What dreadful noise of water in mine ears!

Brak. What! so brief?
What sights of ugly death within mine eyes !

2 Murd. 'Tis better, sir, than to be tedious.-
Methonght I saw a thousand fearful wrecks;

Let him see our commission; and talk no more.
A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon;

(A Paper delivered to BRAKENBURY, who reads it. Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,

Brak. I am, in this, commanded to deliver
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,

The noble duke of Clarence to your hands.
All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea :

I will not reason what is meant hereby,
Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in the holes Because I will be guiltless from the meaning:
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept There lies the duke asleep, and there the keys.
(As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems,

I'll to the king; and signify to him,
That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep,

That thus I have resign'd to you my charge.
And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by. 1 Murd. You may, sir ; 'tis a point of wisdom :
Brak. Had you such leisure, in the time of death, Fare you well.

[Exit BRAKENBURY. To gaze upon these secrets of the deep ?

2 Murd. What, shall we stab him as he sleeps ? Clar. Methought I had, and often did I strive 1 Murd. No; he'll say, 'twas done cowardly, when To yield the ghost; but still the envious flood

he wakes. Stopt in my soul, and would not let it forth

2 Murd. Why, he shall never wake until the great To find the empty, vast, and wandering air ; judgment day. But smother'd it within my panting bulk,

1 Murd. Why, then he'll say, we stabb'd him sleeping. Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.

2 Murd. The urging of that word, judgment, hath Brak. Awak'd you not in this sore agony ?

bred a kind of remorse in me.
Clar. No, no; my dream was lengthen’d after life. 1 Murd. What! art thou afraid ?
O! then began the tempest to my soul !

2 Murd. Not to kill him, having a warrant; but to I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood,

be damn’d for killing him, from the which no warrant With that sour ferryman which poets write of,

can defend me. Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.

1 Murd. I thought, thou hadst been resolute.
The first that there did greet my stranger soul,

2 Murd. So I am, to let him live.
Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick, 1 Murd. I'll back to the duke of Gloster, and tell
Who cried aloud,—“What scourge for perjury
Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?” 2 Murd. Nay, I pr’ythee, stay a little : I hope, this
And so he vanish'd. Then, came wandering by compassionate humour of mine will change; it was
A shadow like an angel, with bright hair

wont to hold me but while one tells twenty.
Dabbled in blood; and he shriek'd out aloud, -

1 Murd. How dost thou feel thyself now? “Clarence is come,-false, fleeting, perjur'd Clarence,- 2 Murd. 'Faith, some certain dregs of conscience are That stabb’d me in the field by Tewksbury ;

yet within me. Seize on him, furies ! take him unto torment !"

1 Murd. Remember our reward, when the deed's With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends

done. Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears

2 Murd. Zounds! he dies : I had forgot the reward. Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise,

1 Murd. Where's thy conscience now? I trembling wak’d, and, for a season after,

2 Murd. O! in the duke of Gloster's purse. Could not believe but that I was in hell;

1 Murd. When he opens his purse to give us our Such terrible impression made my dream.

reward, thy conscience flies out.
Brak. No marvel, lord, though it affrighted you; 2 Murd. 'Tis no matter; let it go : there's few or
I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it.

none, will entertain it.
.Clar. Ah, keeper, keeper! I have done these things 1 Murd. What, if it come to thee again?
That now give evidence against my soul,

2 Murd. I'll not meddle with it; it is a dangerous
For Edward's sake; and, see, how he requites me!- thing, it makes a man a coward : a man cannot steal,
O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee, but it accuseth him; a man cannot swear, but it checks
But thou wilt be aveng'd on my misdeeds,

him; a man cannot lie with his neighbour's wife, but Yet execute thy wrath on me alone :

it detects him : 'tis a blushing shame-faced spirit

, that O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children ! - mutinies in a man's bosom ; it fills a man full of obstaKeeper, I prythee, sit by me awhile;

cles : it made me once restore a purse of gold, that by My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.

chance I found : it beggars any man that keeps it: it

[Sitting down. is turned out of all towns and cities for a dangerous Brak. I will, my lord : God give your grace good thing ; and every man, that means to live well, endearest.

[CLARENCE sleeps. vours to trust to himself, and live without it. Sorrow breaks seasons, and reposing hours,

1 Murd. Zounds! it is even now at my elbow, perMakes the night morning, and the noon-tide night. suading me not to kill the duke. Princes have but their titles for their glories,

2 Murd. Take the devil in thy mind, and believe An outward honour for an inward toil;

him not: he would insinuate with thee, but to make And for unfelt imaginations,

thee sigh. They often feel a world of restless cares :

1 Murd. I am strong-fram'd; he cannot prevail with So that, between their titles, and low name,

me. There's nothing differs but the outward fame.

2 Murd. Spoke like a tall man, that respects his Enter the two Murderers.

reputation. Come, shall we fall to work ? 1 Murd, Ho! who's here?

1 Murd. Take him on the costard with the bilts of!

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