Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me: Uncharitably with me have you dealt, And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd. And in my shame still live my sorrow's rage! Q. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I kiss thy hand, In sign of league and amity with thee. Buck. Nor no one here; for curses never pass Q. Mar. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky, And there awake God's gentle-sleeping peace. O Buckingham, beware 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 : Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him, Glos. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham? counsel, And soothe the devil that I warn thee from? O, but remember this another day, When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow; And say, poor Margaret was a prophetess. Live each of you the subjects to his hate, [Exit. Has. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses. Ri. And so doth mine: I muse,1 why she's at liberty. Glos. 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. Q. Eli. I never did her any, to my knowlege. Glos. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong. I was too hot to do somebody good, That is too cold in thinking of it now. 2 Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid; Ri. A virtuous and a christian-like conclusion, For had I cursed now, I had cursed myself. [aside. . Enter CATESBY. Cates. Madam, his majesty doth call for you,And for your grace,—and you, my noble lords. Q. Eli. Catesby, I come. Lords, will you go with me? Ri. Madam, we will attend upon your grace. [Exeunt all but Gloster. 1 Wonder. 2 Put in a sty. 3 Harm. Glos. 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 darkness,— Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham; With old odd ends, stolen forth of holy writ; Enter TWO Murderers. But soft, here come my executioners. 1 Mur. We are, my lord; and come to have the warrant, That we may be admitted where he is. Glos. Well thought upon; I have it here about me. [gives the warrant. When you have done, repair to Crosby-place. But, sirs, be sudden in the execution; 1 Mur. 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. Glos. Your eyes drop mill-stones, when fools' eyes drop tears. 1 Mur. your business straight! We will, my noble lord. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The same. A room in the Tower. Enter CLARENCE and BRAKENBURY. Bra. Why looks your grace so heavily to-day? Cla. O, I have pass'd a miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days; So full of dismal terror was the time. Bra. What was your dream, my lord? I pray Cla. Methought, that I had broken from the And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy; And, in my company, my brother Gloster, Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches: thence we look'd toward Eng land, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster, That had befallen us. As we paced along 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 Cla. Methought I had, and often did I strive Bra. Awaked you not with this sore agony ? |