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Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest :-
Buck. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charity.
Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me; Uncharitably with me have you dealt, And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd. My charity is outrage, life my shame,And in my shame still live my sorrow's rage!
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 conipass of my curse.
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 ?
And sooth the devil that I warn thee from?
Hast. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses.
berty. 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.
Q. Eliz. I never did her any, to my knowledge.
Glo. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong. I was too hot to do some body good, That is too cold in thinking of it now. Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repay'd; 'He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains ;God pardon them that are the cause thereof!
Riv. A virtuous and a christian-like conclusion, То pray
for them that have done scath to us. 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 Rio. Madam, we will attend upon your grace.
[Ereunt 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. Clarence,-whom I, indeed, have laid in darkness, I do beweep to many simple gulls; Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, 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 sigh, 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, stol'n forth of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
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,
1 Murd. Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand to prate,
drop tears : I like you, lads ;-about your business strait ; Go, go, despatch.
1 Murd. We will, my noble lord. [Exeunt.
Enter CLARENCE and BRAKEN BURY. Brak. Why looks your grace so heavily to-day?
Clar. O, I have pass'd a miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days; So full of dismal terror was the time. Brak. What was your dream, my lord ? I pray
you, tell me. Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the
Upon the hatches; thence we look'd toward England,
Brak. Had you such leisure in the time of death, To gaze upon these secrets of the deep?
Clar. Methought, I had; and often did I strive