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Hath in eternal darkness folded up.
Buck. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charity.
Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me;
sorrow's rage! Buck. Have done, have done.
Q. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I kiss thy hand, In sign of league and amity with thee: Now fair befal thee, and thy noble house! Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, Nor thou within the
my curse. Buck. Nor no one here; for curses never pass The lips of those that breathe them in the air."
Q. Mar. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky,
Glo. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham
counsel ? And sooth the devil that I warn thee from? O, but remember this another day,
Hast. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses.
Q. 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. Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid ; He is frank'da 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.
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,
2 Put in a stye.
I lay unto the grievous charge of others.
But soft, here come my executioners.-
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. But, sirs, be sudden in the execution, Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead ; For Clarence is well spoken, and, perhaps, May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him. 1 Murd. Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand to
prate, We go to use our hands, and not our tongues. , Talkers are no good doers ; be assurd,
Glo. Your eyes drop mill-stones, when fools' eyes
drop tears : I like you, lads ;-about your business straight : Go, go, despatch.
1 Murd. We will, my noble lord. [Exeunt.
Enter CLARENCE and BRAKENBURY. Brak. Why looks your grace so heavily to-day?
Clar. 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. Brak. What was your dream, my lord ? I pray
you, Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the Tower, 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 befall’n us. As we pac'd along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought, that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, VOL. VII,
Struck me, that thought to stay him, over-board,
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
such leisure in the time of death, 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, 4 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 soul ! I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetua) night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick,