ht out-fhining beams thy cloudy wrath t fee'ft it, do not fuffer it; on with blood, loft be it fo! _ce, peace, for shame, if not for charity. Fully by you my hopes are butcher'd. fhame still live my forrow's rage! we done, have done. O princely Buckingham, I kifs thy hand, eague and amity with thee: fal thee, and thy noble house! ts are not spotted with our blood, ithin the compafs of my curse. no one here; for curfes never pafs thofe that breathe them in the air. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky, wake God's gentle-fleeping peace. am, beware of yonder dog; he fawns, he bites; and, when he bites, cooth will rankle to the death: Have Have not to do with him, beware of him; Sin, death, and hell, have fet their marks on him; Glo. What doth the fay, my lord of Buckingham? 2. Mar. What, doft thou scorn me for my gentle counfel? And footh the devil that I warn thee from? O, but remember this another day, When he shall split thy very heart with forrow; [Exit. Haft. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses. Riv. And so doth mine; I muse, why 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. 2. 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. Riv. A virtuous and a christian-like conclufion, Enter CATESBY. Catef. Madam, his majesty doth call for you,And for your grace,--and you, my noble lords. [Afide. 2. Eliz. King against the duke my brother. ends, ftol'n forth of holy writ; Enter two Murderers. ecome my executioners.- We are, my lord; and come to have the war ant, y be admitted where he is. thought upon, I have it here about me: [Gives the warrant. ave done, repair to Crosby-place. fudden in the execution, rate, do not hear him plead; is well spoken, and, perhaps, our hearts to pity, if you mark him. 1 Murd. e the war : me: warrant. 1 Murd. Enter CLARENCE and BRAKE Brak. Why looks your grace fo heavi Clar. O, I have pafs'd a miferable ni So full of fearful dreams, of ugly fight That, as I am a chriftian faithful man, I would not spend another fuch a night 'Though 'twere to buy a world of hap] So full of difmal terror was the time. Brak. What was your dream, my tell me. Clar. Methought, that I had broken And was embark'd to cross to Burgund And, in my company, my brother Glo Who from my cabin tempted me to wa Upon the hatches; thence we look'd to And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster That had befall'n us. As we pac'd al Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought, that Glofter stumbled; an Struck me, that thought to ftay him, over-board, O Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! All scatter'd in the bottom of the fea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in thofe holes, Clar. Methought, I had; and often did I strive I pafs'd, methought, the melancholy flood, The first that there did greet my stranger foul, A fhadow |