Buck. Nor no one here; for curses never pass 285 The lips of those that breathe them in the air. Q. Mar. I will not think but they ascend the sky, And there awake God's gentle-sleeping peace. [Aside to Buck.] O Buckingham, take heed 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; 290 Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him, Glou. What doth she say, my Lord of Buckingham? And soothe the devil that I warn thee from? When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow, And say poor Margaret was a prophetess ! 301 And he to yours, and all of you to God's! Exit. Buck. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses. Q. Eliz. I never did her any, to my knowledge. Glou. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong. 310 I was too hot to do somebody good, God pardon them that are the cause thereof! 315 Riv. A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion, To pray for them that have done scath to us. Glou. So do I ever, being well advis'd. Speaks to himself. For had I curs'd now, I had curs'd myself. Enter Catesby. 320 Cates. Madam, his Majesty doth call for you; Q. Eliz. Catesby, I come. Exeunt all but Gloucester. Glou. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. 325 Namely, to Derby, Hastings, Buckingham; 330 To be reveng'd on Rivers, Dorset, Grey. But then I sigh; and, with a piece of scripture, 335 With odd old ends stolen forth of holy writ, Enter two Murderers. But, soft! here come my executioners. How now, my hardy, stout, resolved mates! 340 1. Murd. We are, my lord; and come to have the warrant, That we may be admitted where he is. Glou. Well thought upon; I have it here about me. When you have done, repair to Crosby Place. 345 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. 350 Glou. Your eyes drop millstones, when fools' eyes fall tears. I like you, lads; about your business straight. Enter Clarence and Keeper. Keep. Why looks your Grace so heavily to-day? So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, Keep. What was your dream, my lord? I pray you, tell me. Clar. Methoughts that I had broken from the Tower, And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy; 10 And, in my company, my brother Gloucester, England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster 15 Methought that Gloucester stumbled, and, in Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard, 20 O Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! All scatt'red in the bottom of the sea. 25 Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in the holes To yield the ghost; but still the envious flood Who almost burst to belch it in the sea. 35 40 |