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Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath
Buck. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charity.
Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me;
Buck. Have done, have done.
Q. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I kiss thy hand, In sign of league and amity with thee: Now fair befal thee, and thy noble house ! Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, Nor thou within the
of Buck. Nor no one here; for curses never pass The lips of those, that breathe them in the air.
Q. Mar. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky,
Glo. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham ?
O, but remember this another day,
Hast. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses.
Q. Eliz. I never did her any, to my knowledge.
Glo. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong.
Riv. A virtuous and a christian-like conclusion,
Glo. So do I ever, being well advis'd; For had I curs’d now, I had curs’d myself. [Aside.
Enter CATESBY. Cates. Madam, his majesty doth call for you, And for your grace,--and you, my noble lords. Q. Eliz. Catesby, I come :-Lords, will you go with
me? Riv. Madam, we will attend upon your grace.
[Exeunt all but Gloster. Glo. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. The secret mischiefs, that I set abroach,
I lay unto the grievous charge of others.
Enter two Murderers. But soft, here come my executioners.How now, my hardy, stout, resolved mates? Are you now going to despatch this thing? 1 Murd. We are, my lord; and come to have the
warrant, That we may be admitted where he is. Glo. Well thought upon, I have it here about me:
[Gives the warrant. When you have done, repair to Crosby-place. But, sirs, be sudden 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
prate, Talkers are no good doers; be assur'd, 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, despatch. 1 Murd. We will, my noble lord.
SCENE IV.-The same.
A Room in the Tower,
Enter CLARENCE and BRAKENBURY.
Clar. O, I have pass'd a miserable night,
tell me. Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the Tower, And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy; And, in my company, my brother Gloster: Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches; thence we look'd toward England, 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 Gloster stumbled ; 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 noise of water in mine ears
Brak. Had you such leisure in the time of death,
Clar. Methought, I had ; and often did I strive To yield the ghost : but still the envious flood Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth To seek the empty, vast, and wand'ring air; But smother'd it within my panting bulk, Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.
Brak. Awak'd you not with this sore agony?
Clar. O, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life; 0, then began the tempest to my soul ! I pass’d, methought, the melancholy food, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first, that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cry'd aloud,—What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?
he vanish’d: Then came wand'ring by A shadow like an angel, with bright hair