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Who cry'd aloud,—What scourge for perjury
Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ?
And so he vanish’d: Then came wand'ring by
A shadow like an angel, with bright hair
Dabbled in blood; and he shriek'd out aloud, -
Clarence is come,-false, fleeting, perjur'd Clarence,
That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury;-
Seize on him, furies, take him to your torments !
With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends
Environ'd

me, and howled in mine ears
Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise,
I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after,
Could not believe but that I was in hell ;
Such terrible impression made my dream.

Brak. No marvel, lord, though it affrighted you ! I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it.

Clar. O, Brakenbury, I have done these things That now give evidence against my soul,For Edward's sake; and, see, how he requites me! O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee, But thou wilt be aveng'd on my misdeeds, 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 noon-tide night. Princes have but their titles for their glories,

An outward honour for an inward toil ;
And, for unfelt imaginations,
They often feel a world of restless cares :
So that, between their titles, and low name,
There's nothing differs but the outward fame.

Enter the Two Murderers.

1 Murd. Ho! who's here? Brak. What would'st 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 te-

dious:

Let him see our commission; talk no more.

[A Paper is delivered to BRAKENBURY, why

reads it.
Brak. I am, in this, commanded to deliver
The noble duke of Clarence to your hands :
I will not reason what is meant hereby,
Because I will be guiltless of the meaning.
Here are the keys ;-there sits the duke asleep:
I'll to the king; and signify to him,
That thus I have resign'd 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 Múrd. Why, then he'll say, we stabb’d him sleeping

2 Murd. The urging of that word, judgment, hath bred a kind of remorse in me.

1 Murd. What ? art thou afraid?

2 Murd. Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; but to be damn’d for killing him, from the which no warrant can defend me.

1 Murd. I thought, thou had'st 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 prythee, stay a little: I hope, this holy humour 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 neighbour's wife, but it detects him: 'Tis a blushing shamefaced 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, endeavours to trust to him. self, 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.

I Murd. I am strong-fram'd, he cannot prevail

with me,

2 Murd. Spoke like a tall 5 fellow, that respects his reputation. Come, shall we fall to work ?

1 Murd. Take him over the costard“ with the hilts of thy sword, and then throw him into the malmsey-butt, in the next room.

2 Murd. O excellent device! and make a sop of him.

1 Murd. Soft ! he wakes. 2 Murd. Strike. 1 Murd. No, we'll reason with him. Clar. Where art thou, keeper? give me a cup of

wine. 1 Murd. You shall have wine enough, my lord, Clar. But not, as I am, royal. 1 Murd. Nor you, as we are, loyal. Clar. Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are humble. 1 Murd. My voice is now the king's, my looks

anon.

Clar. In God's name, what art thou ? 1 Murd. A man, as you are.

5 Brave.

6 Head.

mine own. Clar. How darkly, and how deadly dost thou speak! Your

eyes do menace me: Why look you pale? Who sent you hither ? Wherefore do you come?

Both Murd. To, to, to,-
Clar. To murder me?
Both Murd. Ay, ay.

Clar. You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so.
And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it.
Wherein, my friends, have I offended you?

1 Murd. Offended us you have not, but the king. Clar. I shall be reconcil'd to him again. 2 Murd. Never, my lord ; therefore prepare to die. Clar. Are

you

call'd forth from out a world of men, To slay the innocent ? What is my

offence ?
Where is the evidence that doth accuse me?
What lawful quest? have given their verdict up
Unto the frowning judge ? or who pronounc'd
The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death?
Before I be convict by course of law,
To threaten me with death is most unlawful.
I charge you, as you hope for any goodness,
By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins,
That you depart, and lay no hands on me;
The deed you undertake is damnable.

1 Murd. What we will do, we do upon command.

7 Inquest, jury.

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