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And, in my company, my brother Gloster: Cutes. Madam, his majesty doth call for you, Who from my cabin tempted me to walk And for your grace, and you, my noble lords. Upon the hatches; thence we look'd towards Quren: Catesoy; 1 come:--Lords, will you go
5 And cited up a thousand heavy times, Rir. Madam, we will attend your grace. During the wars of York and Lancaster
[Errunt all but Gloster. That had befall'n us. As we pac'd along Glo. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, The secret mischiefs that I set abroach,
Methought, that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, I lay unto the grievous charge of others. 10 Struck me, that thought to stay him, over-board, Carence, whom I, indeed, have laid in darkness, Into the tumbling billows of the main. I do betweep to many simple gulls;
O Lord ! methought what pain it was to drown!
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.
20 Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes,
That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, El But soft, here come my executioners.-
And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by. How
i now, my hardy, stout, resolved mates? 951 Brak. Had you such leisure, in the time of death, Are you now going to dispatch this thing? To gaze upon the secrets of the deep? I Mur. We are, my lord; and come to have Clar. Methought, I had; and often did I strive the warrant,
To yield the ghost: but still the envious flood ure That we may be admitted where he is. [me: kept in my soul, and would not let it forth
. Well thought upon, I have it here about 30 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.
Bruk. Awak'd you not with this sore agony?
Clar. O, no, my dream vas lengthen's atter life;
With that grim ferryman which poets write of,
Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.
The first that there did greet my stranger soul,
Who cry'd aloud-Ithat scourge for perjury I like you, lads ;-about your business straight; Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence? Cu, go, dispatch.
and so he vanish’d: Then came wand'ring by 1 diur. We will, my noble lord. [Exeunt. A shadow like an angel, with bright hair
45 Dabbled in blood ; and he shriek'd out aloud, ed; SCENE IV.
Clarence is come,--false, fleeting*,perjur'd Clarence, Ant Apartment in the Tower.
That stabb’d me in the field by Tewksbury;
Seize on him, furies, take him to your torments! spune Enter Clarence, und Brukenbury. With that, methought, a legion of foul tiends 1018 Brak. Why looks your grace so heavily to-day 50 Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Cla. 0, I have past a miserable night,
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, that it affrighted you; So full of dismal terror was the time.
I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it.
60 For Edward's sake; and, see, how he requites me! And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy ; O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee, Probably, a proverbial expressicn. .
i. e, not an infidel. ; i.e. invaluable is the same as clianging sides.
But thou will be aveng'd on my misdeeds, 1 Murd. Where's thy conscience now?
our reward, thy conscience tlies out. My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep. 5 2 Níurd.' 'l is no matter; let it go; there's Brak. I will, my lord; God give your grace few, or none, will entertain it. good rest !
(Clarence sleeps. i Murd. What, if it come to thee again? Sorrow breaks seasons, and reposing hours, (night.
2 Murd. I'll not meddle with it, it is a dangerous Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide ehing, it makes a man a coward; a man cannot Princes have but their titles for their glories, 10 steal, but it accuseth him; a man cannot swear, An outward honour for an inward toil ;
but it checks him; a nian cannot lie with his neighAnd, for unfelt imaginations,
bour's wife, but it detects him: 'Tis a blushing They often feel a world of restless cares!: shame-fac'd spirit, that mutinies in a man's bo So that, between their titles, and low name, som; it fills one full of obstacles: it made me once There's nothing differs but the outward fame. 15 restore a purse of gold, that by chance I found; Enter the two Murderers.
it beggars any man that keeps it: it is turn'd out 1 Murd. Ho! who's here?
of all towns and cities for a dangerous thing; and Brak. What would'st thou, fellow? and how every man, that means to live well, endeavours cam'st thou hither :
to trust to himself, and live without it. 2 Murd. I would speak with Clarence, and 1|2011 Murd. 'Zounds, it is even now at any elbow, came hither on my legs.
persuading me not to kill the duke. Brak. What, so brief?
[dious : 2 Murd. Take the devil in thy mind, and be 1 Murd. O, sir, 'tis better to be brief, than te- lieve him not: he would insinuate with thee, but Shew him our commission, talk no more.
to make thee sigh. Brak. I am, in this, commanded to deliver 25 1 Msurd. I am strong fram’d, hc cannot prevail The noble duke of Clarence to your hands :
with me. I will not reason what is meant hereby,
2 Murd. Spoke like a tall’ fellow, that tespects Because I will be guiltless of the meaning. his reputation. Come, shall we fall to work? Here are the keys ;--there sits the duke asleep: 1 dlurd. Take him over the costard 'with the I'll to the king; and signify to him,
30 hilts of thy sword, and then throw him into the That thus I have resign'd to you my charge, malmsey-butt, in the next room.
1 Murd. You may, sir, 'tis a point of wisdom: 2 Murd. O excellent device! and make a sop Fare you well. [Erit Brakenbury.
of him. 2 Murd. What, shall we stab him as he sleeps ? 1 Asurd. Soft! he wakes. 1 Murd. No; he'll say, 'twas done cowardly,35 2 Msurd. Strike. when he wakes.
1 Murd. No, we'll reason with him. 2 Murd. When he wakes! why, fool, he shall Clar. Where art thou, keeper? give me a cup never wake until the great judgement-day:
[anon. 1 Murd. Why, then he'll say, we stabb'd him 1 dlurd. You shall have wine enough, my lord, sleeping.
40 Clar. In God's name, what art thou . 2 Murd. The urging of that word, judgement, | Murd. A man, as you are. hath bred a kind of remorse in me.
Clar. But not, as I am, royal. I Murd. What? art thou afraid?
1 Murd. Nur you, as we are, loyal. 2 Murd. Not to kill him, having a warrant for Clar. Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks areit; but to be damn’d for killing him, from the 45 humible. which no warrant can defend me.
1 Murd. My voice is now the king's, my looks | Murd. I thought, thou had'st been resolute.
[speak! 2 Murd. So I am, to let him live.
Clar, How darkly, and how deadly dost thou 1 Murd. P'll back to the duke of Gloster, and your eyes do menace me: why look you pale? tell him so.
150 W ho sent you hither? Wherefore do you come? 2 Murd. Nay, I pr'ythee, stay a little: I hope, 2 Murd. To, to, to-this compassionate humour of mine will change; Clur. To murder me? it was wont to hold me but while one would tell
Both. Ay, ay. twenty.
Clar. You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so, I Murd. How dost thou feel thyself now? 55 And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it. 2 Murd. 'Faith, some certain dregs of con Wherein, my friends, have I offended you? science are yet within me.
Murd. Offended us you have not, but the king. 1 Murd. 'Remember our reward, when the Clar. I shall be reconcil'd to him again. deed's done.
(ward. 2 Murd. Never, my lord; therefore prepare 2 Murd. Come, he dies; I had forgot the re-lo to die.
• Meaning, they often suffer real miseries for imaginary and unreal gratifications. Tall, in old English, means stóut, daring, fearless, and strong...the head, a name adopted from an apple slaap'd like a man's lead. : i e. we'll talk.
mind, and be
with there, but
all to work tard' with the w him into a
cannot pretui Tlou didst receive the sacrament to fight nough, may kau lGod will be avenged for the deed,
Clar. Are you call'd forth from out a world of Both. Ay, so we will.
[York Cla. Tell him, when that our princely father men, To slay the innocent? What is my offencer Ble'ss'd his three sons with his victorious arin, Where is the evidence that doth accuse me? And charg'd us from his soul to love each other, What lawyıl quest' have given their verdict up 5 He little thought of this divided friendship: l'nto the frowning judge? or who pronounc'd
Bid Gloster think on this, and he will weep. gain?
The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death? 1 Murd. Ay, mill-stones; as he lesson'd us to - a danepal Before I be convict by course of law,
deccive yourself; is a blusher The deed you undertake is damnable. [mand. 'Tis he that sends us to destroy you here. Murd. What we will do, we do upon com
Clur. It cannot be; for he bewept my fortune, alade me mire 2 Murd. And he that bath commanded is our And hugg'd me in his arms, and swore with sobs, king,
15 That he would labour my delivery.
you Math in the table of his law commanded,
From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven.
die, my lord.
And art thou yet to thy own soul so blind, huri on thee,
That thou wilt war with God by murdering memory For false forswearing, and for murder too: O, sirs, consider, he that sets you on
|5 To do this deed, will hate you for the deed, In quarrel of the house of Lancaster.
2 Murd. Vi hat shall we do?
Clar. Relent, and save your souls.
Sblade, Which of you, if you were a prince's son,
30 |ftwo such murderers as yourselves cameto you 2 Murd. Whom thou wast sworn to cherish Would not inireat for life? as you would beg, and defend
[law to us, Were you in my distress, Murd. How canst thou urge God's dreadful
1 Niurd. Relent! 'tis cowardly, and wo: anish. When thou hast broke it in such dear degree?
Clar. Not to relent, is bcastly,savage, devilish.--
be not a flatterer,
Come thou on my side, and entreat for me:
A begging prince what beggar pities not?
2 Murd. Look behind you, my lord. O, know you yet, he doth it publicly:
401 1 Murd. Take that, and that; if all this will Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm ;
[ Stabs him. He needs no indirect nor lawless course,
I'll drown you in the ma!msey-butt within. [Exit. To cut off those that have offended him. [ster,
2 Murd. A bloody deed, and desp'rately disMurd. Who made thee then a bloody inini-|
patch'd! When gallant-springing?, brave Plantagenet,
45 How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands
Re-enter first Murderer,
1 Murd. How now? what mean'st thou, that
[been. Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee.
50 By heaven, the duke shall know how slack you've Clar. If you do love my brother, hate not me;
2 Murd. I would he knew that I had say'd his lan his brother, and I love him well
[Erit. Who shall reward you better for my life,
551 1 Murd. So do not l; go, coward, as thou art.Than Edward will for tidings of my death.
hide the body in some hole, 2 Murd. You are deceiv'd, your brother Gloster
'Till that the duke give order for his burial; [dear:
And when I have my meed, I will away;
For this will out, and then I must not stay.
[Erit with the body. Quest is inquest or jury.
• i.e. blooming Plantagenet, a prince in the spring of life.
and inake 264
vi thy looks at
king's, in r landi
Bicki And, in good time, here comes the noble The Court.
Glo. Good-morrow to my sovereign king and Enter King Edzard sick, the Queen, Dorset, Ri- And, princely peers, a happy time of day! (queen; cers, Hastings, Buckingham, Grey, and others. 5
K. Edir. Happy, indeed, as we have spent the? K. Edw. WHY, $o: now have I done a good Brother, we have done deeds of charity; (day :-You peers, continue this united league: Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers. I every day expect an embassage
Glo. A blessed labour,iny most sovereign liege.-From my Redeemer to redeem me hence; 10. Among this princely heap, if any here, And now in peace my sout shall part to heaven, By false intelligence, or wrong surmise, Since I have made my friends at peace on earth. Hold me a foc; if I unwittingly Rivers, and Hastings, take each other's hand; Have aught committed that is hardly borne Dissenible not your hatred, swear your love. By' any in this presence, I desire Rir. By heaven, my soul is purg' froin grudg-15 To reconcile me to his friendly peace: ing hate;
'Tis death to me, to be at enmity; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love. I hate it, and desire all good men's love.
Tlast. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like! first, madam, Fentreat írue peace of you, K. Edw. Take heed, you dally not before your which I will purchase with my duteous service;king;
200f you, my noble cousin Buckingham, Lest He, that is the supreme King of kings, Ifever any grudge were lodg'u between us ;Confound your hidden falsehood, and award Of you, lored Risers,--and, lord Grey, of you, Either of you to be the other's and.
Thåt all without desert have frown'd on me;Vlast. So prosper I, as I swear perfect lore. Of you, lord Woodville,--and,lord Scales, of you,-Rir. And I, as I love Hastings with my heart! 125 Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen; indeed, ot all. K. Edze. Madam, yourselt are not exempt in I do not know that Englishman alive, this,
With whom my soul is any jot at odds,
You have been factious one against the other. I thank my God for iny humility.
zucen. 'There, Hastings;- I will never more Why sovereign lord, I do beseech your highness Our former hatred, so thrive I, and mine!
Tötake our brother Clarence to your grace. K.Edru. Dorset, embrace him ;--Hastings, love Glo, Wlby, inadam, have I offer'd love for this, lord marquis.
35 lo be so tlouted in this royal presence? Dor. This interchange of love, I here protest, Who knows not, that the gentle duke is dead? l'pon my part, shall be inviolable?
[They all start. Hast. And so swear I.
[this league l'ou do him injury, to scorn bis corse. [heis? K. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, seaf thou K.Edic. Who knows not, he is dead! who hrows With thv embracements to my wite's allies, H01 Queen. All-seeing heaven, what a world is this! And make me happy in your unity:
Buch. Look I so pale, ford Dorset, as the rest? Buch. Whenever Buckingham döth turn his hate Dir. Ay, my good lord; and no man in the Upon your grace, but with all dutcous love
[To the Queen. But his red-colour hath forsook his cheeks. Doth cherish you, and yours, God punish me 114 h. Edis. Is Clarence dead? the order was res With late in those where I expect most love!
vers'd. When I have most need to employ a friend, Glo. But he, poor man, by your first order died, And most assured that he is a friend,
And that a winged Mercury did bear; Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile, Some tardy cripple bore the countermand', Be he unto me! This do I beg of heaven, BO That came too lag to see him buried:-When I am cold in love, to you, or yours. God grant, that some, less noble, and less loyal
[Embruing Rirers, &c. Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood, K. Edo. A pleasing cordial, princely Bucking Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did, Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart. [liain, and yet go current from suspicion ! There wünteth now our brother Gloster here, 155
Enter Lord Stanley. To make the blessed period of this peace.
Stan. A boon, my sovereign, for my service done! · This alludes to a proverbial expression, that “ Ill news hath wings, and with the wind doth “ Comfort's a crippl, and coincs ever slow.”
1. Edor. I pr’ythee, peace; my soul is full of Dutch. My pretty cousins, you mistake me
I do launent the sickness of the king, both: Stan. I will not rise, unless your highnesshear me. As loth to lose him; not your father's death; k. Edw. Then say at once, what is it thou re It were lost sorrow, to wail one that's lost. quest'st.
5 Son. Then,grandam, you concludethat he is dead. Stan. The fortuit', sovereign, of myservant's life; The king mine uncle is to blame for this : Who slew to-day a riotous gentlenian,
God will revenge it; who.n I will importune Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk.
With earnest prayers, all to that effect. 6. Ed. Have I a tongue to doom my bro Daugh. And so will I. [love you well: ther's death,
10 Dutch. Peace, children, peace! the king doth And shall that tongire give pardon to a slave? Incapable and shallow innocents, Hly brother kill'd no man, his fault was thought, L'ou cannot guess who caus’d your father's death. And yet his punishment vas bitter death. Son.Grandam, we can: for my good uncleGloster Whosu'd to me for him? who, in my wrath, Told me, the king, provok'd to 't by the queen, kukel'd at iny feet, and bid me be advis'at? 15 Devis'd impeachinents to imprison himn : Who spoke of brotherhood ? who spoke of love? And when my uncle told me so, he wept, Who told me, how the poor soul did forsake And pitied me, and kindly kiss'd my cheek; The mighty Warwick, and did right for me? Bade me rely on him, as on iny father, Who
I me, in the field at Tewksbury, And he would love me dearly as his child. then Oxford had me down, he rescu'd mie,
120 Dutch. Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle And said, Dear brother, tire', and be a king?
, Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit. . All thin and naked, to the numb-cold night?
25 Son. Think
uncle did dissemble, granAll this froin my remembrance brutish wrath Dutch. Ay, boy.
[dam? Sinfully pluck'd, and not a man of you
Son. I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this? Had so much grace to put it in my mind. Enter the Queen, distractedly; Rivers, and Dorset, Exit , when your carters, or your waiting vassals,
after her. Have done a drunken slaughter, and defac'd 30 Queen. Ah! who shall hinder me to wail and The precious image of our dear Redeemer,
weep? Soustraightare on your knees for pardon, pardon; To chide my fortune, and torment myself? And I, unjustly too, must grant it you:
I'll join with black despair against my soul, But for my brother not a man would speak, And to myself become an enemy. [tience? Norl (ungracious) speak unto myself
35 Dutch. What means this scene of rude impakur him, poor soul. - The proudest of you all Queen. To make an act of tragic violence:-Hath been beholden to him in his life;
Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead.Yet none of you would once plead for his life.- Why grow the branches, when the root is O God! I tiar, thy justice will take hold Why wither not the leaves, that want their sap?-On me, and you, and mine, and yours, for this.- 401f you will live, lament; if die, be brief; Come, Hastings, help me to my closet. Oh, That our swift-winged souls may catch the king's; Poor Clarence? (Exeunt King and Lucen, Hast Or, like obedient subjects, follow hiin
ings, Riters, Dorset, and Grey: To his new kingdom of perpetual rest. Glo. These are the fruits ot rashness - Marka Dutch. Ali,so much interest have I in thy sorrow, you not,
45 As I had title in thy noble husband ! How that ihe guilty kindred of the queen (death I have bewept a worthy husband's death, Isoh'd pale, when they did hear of Clarence And liv'd by looking on his images : (): they did urge it still into the king :.
But now, two mirrors of his princely semblance Csend will revenge it. Come, lords ; will you go,
Are crack'd in pieces by inalignant death;
50 And I for comfort have but one false glass,
[Exeunt. That grieves ine when I see my shame in him.
Thou art a widow ; yet thou art a inother,
And hast the comfort of thy children left thec:
Butdeathhath snatch'dinyhusbandfromminearms, Enter the Dutchess of York, with the two children55 And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands, of Clarence.
Clarence, and Edward. O, what cause have I Son. Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead: (Thine being but a inoiety of my grief)
(breast To over-go thy plaints, and drown thy cries! Daugh. Why do you weep so oft? and beat your Son. Ah, aunt! [To the Queen.) you wept not And crv,-0 Clarence, my unhuppy son! (head, 60
for our father's death; Son. Why do you look on us, and shake your How can we aid you with our kindred tears? And call us, --orphans, wretches, cast-aways,
Daugh. Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd, Obilí that our noble father be alive?
Your widow dolours likewise be unwept!
Dutch. No, boy.