Glo. Yet you have all the yantage 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, To 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 with me? Riv. Madam, we will attend upon your Grace. [Exeunt 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 dark ness, " do beweep to many simple gulls; To be reveng'd on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: VOL. XII. 3 With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ; 1 Enter two Murderers. But soft, here come my executioners. - 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. We go to use our hands, and not our tongues. I like you, lads; Go, go, despatch. eyes drop. tears 2 about your business straight; 1. Murd. We will, my noble Lord. [Exeunt. Brak. Why looks your Grace so heavily to-day? So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, Brak. What was your dream, my Lord? I pray you, tell me. Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy; And cited up a thousand heavy times, W Methought, that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, O Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by. Brak, Had you such leisure in the time of edeatlys To gaze upon these secrets of the deep? Clar. Methought, I had; and often did I strive To yield the ghost: but still the envious flood Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth To seek the empty, vast, and wand'ring air; But smother'd it within my panting bulk, Which almost burst to belch it in the sea. Brak. Awak'd you not with this sore agony? Clar. O, no, my dream was lengthen❜d after life; O, then began the tempest to my The first that there did greet my stranger soul, That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury; ments! With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Brák. No marvel, Lord, though it affrighted yout I am afraid, metlinks, to hear your tell it. Clar. O, Brakenbury, I have done these things, That now give evidence against my soul, me! how he requites O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee, I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me; Grace [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, They often feel a world of restless cares: 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. sbd ron Mbed Brak. What, so brief? T 2. Murd. O, Sir, 'tis better to be brief, thau tedious: |