2. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I'll kifs thy In fign of league and amity with thee: Now fair befall thee, and thy noble house! Thy garments are not fpotted with our blood, Nor thou within the compafs of my curfe.
Buck. Nor no one here; for curfes never pass
The lips of thofe that breathe them in the air.
2. Mar. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky,
And there awake God's gentle fleeping pace.
O Buckingham, beware of yonder dog;
Look, when he fawns, he bites; and, when he bites,
His venom tooth will rankle to the death: .
Have not to do with him, beware of him;
Sin, death, and hell, have fet their marks upon him;
And all their ministers attend on him.
Glo. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham? Buck. Nothing that I refpect, my gracious lord. 2. Mar. What, doft thou fcorn me for my gen tle counfel?
And footh the devil that I warn thee from?
O, but remember this another day,
When he fhall split thy very heart with forrow;
And fay, poor Margaret was a prophetefs.
Live each of you the fubjects to his hate,
And he to yours, and all of you to God's! [Exit.
Buck. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curfes.
Rin. And fo doth mine; I wonder she's at liberty.
Glo. I cannot blame her, by God's holy mother;
She hath had too much wrong, and I repent
My part thereof, that I have done to her.
Queen. I never did her any, to my knowledge.
Glo. Yet y
t-you have all the vantage of her wrong I was too hot to do fome body good,
That is too cold in thinking of it now.
C 2
Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid;
He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains ;-
God pardon them that are the cause thereof!
Riv. A virtuous and a chriftian-like conclufion, To pray for them that have done fcathe to us. Glo. So do I ever, being well advis'd;
For had I curs'd now, I had curs'd myself. [Afide. Enter CATESBY.
Catf. Madam, his majesty doth call for youAnd for your grace—and you, my noble lords. Queen. Catefby, I come:-Lords, will you go with Riv. Madam, we will attend your grace. [me?
[Exeunt all but GLOSTER.
Glo. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl.
The fecret mifchiefs that I fet abroach,
I lay unto the grievous charge of others.
Clarence-whom I, indeed, have laid in darkness-
I do beweep to many fimple gulls;
Namely, to Stanley, Haftings, Buckingham;
And tell them-'tis the queen and her allies,
That stir the king against the duke my brother.
Now they believe it; and withal whet me
To be reveng'd on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey:
But then I figh, and, with a piece of scripture,
Tell them-that God bids us do good for evil:
And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With old odd ends, ftol'n forth of holy writ;
And feem a faint, when most I play the devil.
But foft, here come my executioners.--
How now, my hardy, ftout, refolved mates?
Are you now going to dispatch this thing?
1 'Murd. We are, my lord; and come to have the That we may be admitted where he is.
[warrant,
Glo. Well thought upon, I have it here about me:
When you have done, repair to Crofby-Place.
But, Sirs, be fudden in the execution,
Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead;
For Clarence is well spoken, and, perhaps,
May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him.
1 Murd. Tut, tut, my lord; we will not stand to
Talkers are no good doers; be affur'd, [prate,
We go to use our hands, and not our tongues.
Glo. Your eyes drop mill-stones, when fools' eyes
drop tears:
I like you, lads;-about your business straight;
Go, go, difpatch.
1 Murd. We will, my noble lord.
SCENE IV. An Apartment in the Tower. Enter CLARENCE, and BRAKENBURY. Brack. Why looks your grace fo heavily to-day? Clar. O, I have paft a miferable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly fights, That as I am a Chriftian faithful man, I would not spend another fuch a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days; So full of difmal terror was the time.
Brack. What was your dream, my lord? I pray you, tell me.
Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the
Tower,
And was embark'd to crofs to Burgundy;
And, in my company, my brother Glofter:
Who from my cabin tempted me to walk
Upon the hatches; thence we look'd towards Eng-
And cited up a thousand heavy times,
During the wars of York and Lancaster
That had befall'n us. As we pac'd along
Upon the giddy footing of the hatches,
Methought, that Glofter ftumbled; and, in falling,
Struck me, that thought to stay him, over-board,
Into the tumbling billows of the main.
O Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown!
What dreadful noife of water in mine ears:
What fights of ugly death within mine eyes!
Methought, I faw a thousand fearful wrecks;
A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon;
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Ineftimable ftones, unvalued jewels,
All scatter'd in the bottom of the fea.
Some lay in dead men's fculls; and, in those holes,
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept,
(As 'twere in fcorn of eyes), reflecting gems,
That woo'd the flimy bottom of the deep,
And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Brack. Had you fuch leisure in the time of death,
To gaze upon these fecrets of the deep?
Clar. Methought, I had; and often did I ftrive
To yield the ghost: but still the envious flood
Kept in my foul, and would not let it forth
To feek the empty vast, and wandering air:
But fmother'd it within my panting bulk,
Which almost burst to belch it in the fea.
Brack. Awak'd you not of this fore agony.
Clar. O, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life;
O, then began the tempeft to my foul!
I pafs'd, methought, the melancholy flood,
With that grim ferryman which poets write of,
Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.
The first that there did greet my stranger foul,
Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick;
Who cry'd aloud-What fcourge for perjury
Can this dark monarchy afford falfe Clarence?
And fo he vanish'd: Then came wand'ring by
A fhadow like an angel, with bright hair
Dabbled in blood; and he fhriek'd out aloud-
Clarence is come -falfe, fleeting, perjur'd Clarence-
That fabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury;
Seize on him, furies, take him to your torments!-
With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends
Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears
Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise,
I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after,
Could not believe but that I was in hell:
Such terrible impreffion made my dream,
Brak. No marvel, lord, that it affrighted you;
I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it.
Clar. O Brakenbury, I have done these things-
That now give evidence against my foul-
For Edward's fake; and, fee, how he requites me!
O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee,
But thou wilt be aveng'd on my misdeeds,
Yet execute thy wrath on me alone:
O, fpare my guiltless wife, and my poor children!--I pray thee, gentle keeper, flay by me;
My foul is heavy, and I fain would fleep.
Brak. I will, my lord; God give your grace good [CLARENCE fleeps. Sorrow breaks feafons, and repofing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night. Princes have but their titles for their glories, And outward honour for an inward toil;
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