Glo. Well thought upon; I have it here about me; [Gives the warrant. When you have done, repair to Crosby-place. 1 Murd. Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand to prate, Talkers are no good doers; be assured, We go to use our hands, and not our tongues. Glo. Your eyes drop mill-stones, when fools' eyes drop tears.1 I like you, lads;-about your business straight. 1 Murd. We will, my noble lord. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. London. A Room in the Tower. Enter CLARENCE and BRAKENBURY. Brak. Why looks your grace so heavily to-day? Brak. What was your dream, my lord? I pray you, tell me. Clar. Methought that I had broken from the Tower, And was embarked to cross to Burgundy;2 1 This appears to have been a proverbial saying. It occurs again in the tragedy of Cæsar and Pompey, 1607:- "Men's eyes must mill-stones drop when fools shed tears." 2 Clarence was desirous to assist his sister Margaret against the French king, who invaded her jointure lands after the death of her husband, Charles duke of Burgundy, who was killed at Nancy, in January, 1476–7. Isabel, the wife of Clarence, being then dead (poisoned by the duke of Gloucester, as it has been conjectured), he wished to have married Mary, And, in my company, my brother Gloster; Upon the hatches; thence we looked toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster, That had befallen us. As we paced along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, O Lord! methought what pain it was to drown! All scattered in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes Clar. Methought I had; and often did I strive Brak. Awaked you not with this sore agony? the daughter and heir of the duke of Burgundy; but the match was opposed by Edward, who hoped to have obtained her for his brother-in-law, lord Rivers; and this circumstance has been suggested as the principal cause of the breach between Edward and Clarence. Mary of Burgundy, however, chose a husband for herself, having married, in 1477, Maximilian, son of the emperor Frederic. 1 Unvalued for invaluable. O, then began the tempest to my soul! The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Clar. O, Brakenbury, I have done these things- Yet execute thy wrath on me alone; O, spare my guiltless wife, and my poor children.I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me; My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep. Brak. I will, my lord; God give your grace good rest! [CLARENCE reposes himself on a chair. Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night. 1 Fleeting or flitting, in old language, was used for uncertain, inconstant, fluctuating. 2 The wife of Clarence died before he was apprehended and confined in the Tower. Princes have but their titles for their glories, They often feel a world of restless cares;1 Enter the Two Murderers. 1 Murd. Ho! who's here? Brak. What wouldst thou, fellow? and how cam'st thou hither? 1 Murd. I would speak with Clarence, and I came hither on my legs. Brak. What, so brief? 2 Murd. O, sir, 'tis better to be brief than tedious.— Let him see our commission; talk no more. [A paper is delivered to BRAKENBURY, who Brak. I am, in this, commanded to deliver That thus I have resigned to you my charge. 1 Murd. You may, sir; 'tis a point of wisdom. Fare you well. [Exit BRAKENBury. 2 Murd. What, shall we stab him as he sleeps? 1 Murd. No; he'll say, 'twas done cowardly, when he wakes. 2 Murd. When he wakes! why, fool, he shall never wake until the great judgment day. 1 Murd. Why, then he'll say, we stabbed him sleeping. 2 Murd. The urging of that word, judgment, hath bred a kind of remorse in me. 1 Murd. What? art thou afraid? 1 They often suffer real miseries for imaginary and unreal gratifications. 2 Murd. Not to kill him, having a warrant for it, but to be damned for killing him, from the which no warrant can defend me. 1 Murd. I thought thou hadst been resolute. 2 Murd. So I am, to let him live. 1 Murd. I'll back to the duke of Gloster, and tell him so. 2 Murd. Nay, I pr'ythee, stay a little. I hope this holy humor of mine will change; it was wont to hold me but while one would tell twenty. 1 Murd. How dost thou feel thyself now? 2 Murd. 'Faith, some certain dregs of conscience are yet within me. 1 Murd. Remember our reward, when the deed's done. 2 Murd. Come, he dies; I had forgot the reward. 1 Murd. Where's thy conscience now? 2 Murd. In the duke of Gloster's purse. 1 Murd. So, when he opens his purse to give us our reward, thy conscience flies out. 2 Murd. 'Tis no matter; let it go; there's few, or none, will entertain it. 1 Murd. What if it come to thee again? 2 Murd. I'll not meddle with it; it is a dangerous thing; it makes a man a coward; a man cannot steal, but it accuseth him; a man cannot swear, but it checks him; a man cannot lie with his neighbor's wife, but it detects him. 'Tis a blushing, shame-faced spirit, that mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles; it made me once restore a purse of gold that by chance I found; it beggars any man that keeps it; it is turned out of all towns and cities for a dangerous thing; and every man that means to live well, endeavors to trust to himself, and live without it. 1 Murd. 'Zounds, it is even now at my elbow, persuading me not to kill the duke. 2 Murd. Take the devil in thy mind, and believe him not; he would insinuate with thee, but to make thee sigh. |