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And, in any company, my brother Gloster: Cates. Madam, his majesty doth call for you, Who froni my cabin tempted me to walk And for your grace,--and you, my noble lords. Upon the hatches; thence we look'd towards Queen. Catesby, I come:-Lords, will you go
England, with me?
5 And cited up a thousand heavy times, Rir. Madan, we will attend your grace. During the wars of York and Lancaster
[Exeunt 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 nic, that thought to stay him, over-board, Clarence, whom I, indeed, have laid in darkness, Into the tumbling billows of the main, I do beweep to many simple guils;
O Lord! methought what pain it was to drown! Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham; What dreadful noise of water in mine ears! And tell them—'tis the queen and her allies, What sights of ugly death within mine eyes! That stir the king against the duke my brother. 15 Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; Now they believe il; and withal whet me A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon; To be reyeng'd on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture, Inestimable stones, unyalued jewels, Tell them—that God bids us do good for evil: All scatter'd in the bottoin of the sea. And thus I clothe my naked villainy
20 Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those lioles, With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ; Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept And seem a saint, when most I play the devil. (As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems, Enter two Murderers.
That woo'd the slimy bottoin of the deep, But soft, here coine my executioners.
And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by, How now, my hardy, stout, resolved mates ? 25 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 That we may be admitted where he is. [me: Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth
Glo. Well thought upon, I have it here about|3 To seek the empty, vast, and wand'ring air; When you have done, repair to Crosby-place. But sinother'd it within my panting bulk, But, sirs, be sudden in the execution,
Which almost burst to belch it in the sea, Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead;
Bruk. Awak'd you not with this sore agony? For Clarence is well spoken, and, perhaps,
Clar, O, no, my dream was lengthen’d after life, May move
your hearts to pity, if you mark him. 350, then began the tempest to my soul ! i Mur. Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand I pass'd, methought, the melancholy tlood, to prate,
With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Talkers are no good doers; be assur'd,
Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. We go to use our hands, and not our tongues.
The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Glo. Your eyes drop mill-stones
, when fools' 40 Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; eyes drop tears':
Who cry'd aloud,—What scourge for perjury I like
Can this dark monarchy a ford false Clarence? Go, go, dispatch.
And so he vanish’d; Then came wand'ring by 1 Mur. We will, my noble lord. [Exeunt. A shadow like an angel, with bright hair
45 Dabbled in blood; and he shriek'd out aloud, SCENE IV,
Clarence is come,--fulse, fleeting", perjur'd Clarence, An Apartment in the Tower.
That stabb’d me in the field by Tewksbury ;
Seize on him, furies, tukeliin to your torments! Enter Clarence, and Brakenbury,
With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Brak. Why looks your grace so heavily to-day 50 Environ’d me, and howled in mine ears Cla. O, I have past a miserable night,
Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,
I trembling wak’d, and, for a season after, That, as I am a christian faithful man
Could not believe but that I was in hell; I would not spend another such a night,
Such terrible impression made my dream. Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days; 155. 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. Brak. What was your dream, my
Clar. O, Brakenbury, I have done those you, tell me.
things, Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the That now give evidence against my soul, -Tower,
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 expression. ? i, e. not an infidel, i, e, invaluable,
Flecting is the same as changing sides,
lord? I pray
But thou wilt be aveng'd on my misdeeds,
1 Asurd. Where's thy conscience now? Yet execute thy wrath on me alone: [dren !
2 Murd. In the duke of Gloster's purse. O, spare my guiltless wife, and my poor chil- 1 Murd. When he opens his purse to give us I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me;
our reward, thy conscience tlies out. My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep. 5 2 Murd.' '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 resi!
[Clarence sleeps. Í Murd. What, if it come to thee again? Sorrow breaksseasons, and reposing hours, (night. 2 Murd. I'll not meddle with it, it is a dangerous Makes the night morning, and the noon-tidel thing, 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 inutinies in a man's boSo 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 trvo 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 Asurd. I would speak with Clarence, and I 20 1 Murd. 'Zounds, it is even now at my elbow, came hither on my legs.
persuading me not to kill the duke. Brak. What, so brief?
[dious :- 2 Vurd. Take the devil in thy mind, and be1 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 Lilurd. I am strong fram’d, he cannot prevail The noble duke of Clarence to your hands :I will not reason what is meant hereby,
2 Murd. Spoke likea tall’ fellow, that respects 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 : I Murd. 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. inalmsey-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. [Enit Brakenbury.
of him. 2 Murd. What, shall we stab him as he sleeps : 1 Murd. Soft! he wakes. 1 Murd. No; he'll say, 'twas done cowardly, 33 2 Murd. Strike. when he wakes.
I Murd. No, we'll reason 4 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 Murd. 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, I Murd. A man, as you are. hath bred a kind of remorse in me.
Clar. But not, as I am, royal. Murd. What? art thou afraid?
1 Níurd. Nor you, as we are, loyal. 2 Murd. Not to kill him, having a warrant for Clar. Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are it; but to be damn'd for killing hiin, from the 45 humble. which no warrant can defend me.
1 Murd. My voice is now the king's, my looks 1 Murd. I thought, thou had'st been resolute.
[speak! 2 Murd. So I am, to let himn live.
Clar. How darkly, and how deadly dost thou i Murd. I'll back to the duke of Gloster, and Your eyes do menace me: why look you pale? tell him so.
50 Who sent you hither? Wherefore do you come? 2 Murd. Nay, I pr'ythee, stay a little: I bope, 2 Murd. To, to, tom this compassionate humour of mine will change: Clur. To murder me? it was wont to hold me but while one would tell twenty.
Clar. You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so, 1 Msurd. 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 yon? 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 hiin again. deed's done.
(ward. 2 Murd. Never, my lord; therefore prepare 2 Asurd. Come, he dies; I had forgot the re-l6olto die.
Meaning, they often suffer real miseries for imaginary and unreal gratifications. Tall, in old English, means stout, daring, fearless, and strong. 3 i.e. the head, a name adopted from an apple shap'd like a man's head. * i. e. we'll talk,
Both. Ay, ay.
Clar. Are you call'd forth from out a world of Both. Ay, so we will.
Cla. Tell him, when that our princely father To slay the innocent? What is my offence? Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm, Where is the evidence that doth accuse me? And charg'd us from his soul to love each other, What lawful quest' have given their verdict up 5 He little thought of this divided friendship: Unto the frowning judge or who pronounc'd Bid Gloster think on this, and he will weep. The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death? 1 Murd. Ay, mill-stones; as he lesson'd us to Before I be convict by course of law,
weep To threaten me with death, is most unlawful. Clar. O, do not slander him, for he is kind. I charge you, as you hope to have redemption, 10 1 Murd. Right, as snow in harvest.-Come, That you depart, and lay no hands on me;
you deceive yourself; The deed you undertake is damnable. [mand. pTis he that sends us to destroy you here. 1 Murd. What we will do, we do upon com
Clar. It cannot be; for he bewept my fortune, - 2 Murd. And he that hath cominanded is our And hugg'd me in his arms, and swore with sobs, king.
15 That he would labour my delivery. Clar. Erroneous vassal! the great King of kings 1 Murd. Why, so he doth,when he delivers you Hath in the table of his law commanded,
From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven. That thou shalt do no murder; wilt thou then 2 Murd. Make peace with God, for
you must Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's ?
die, my lord. Take heed; for he holds vengeance in his hand, 20 Clar. Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul, To hurl upon their heads that break his law. To counsel me to make my peace with God, 2 Murd. And that same vengeance doth he And art thou yet to thy own soul so blind, hurl on thee,
That thou wilt war with God by murdering me?For false forswearing, and for murder too: 10, sirs, consider, he that sets you on Thou didst receive the sacrament to fight 25 To do this deed, will hate you for the deed. In quarrel of the house of Lancaster.
2 Murd. What shall we do? I Murd. And, like a traitor to the name of
Clar. Relent, and save your souls.
[blade, Which of you, if you were a prince's son, Didst break that vow; and, with thy treacherous Being pent from liberty, as I am now,L'oripp'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son.
30 Iftwo such murderers as yourselves came to you 2 Murd. Whom thou wast sworn to cherish
Would not intreat for life? as you would beg, and defend.
[law to us, Were you in my distress,1 Murd. How canst thou urge God's dreadful 1 Murd. Relent ! 'tis cowardly, and womanish. When thou hast broke it in such elear degree?
Clur. Not to relent, is beastly,savage, devilish, Clar. Alas ! for whose sake did I that ill deed:35 My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks; For Edward, for my brother, for his sake; 0, if thine eye be not a flatterer, He sends you not to murder me for this: Come thou on my side, and entreat for me: For in that sin he is as deep as I.
A begging prince what beggar pities not? If God will be avenged for the deed,
2 Murd. Look behind you, my lord. O, know you yet, he doth it publicly:
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 malmsey-butt within. [Erit. To cut off those that have offended him. (stei, 2 Murd. A bloody deed, and desp'rately dis1 Murd. Who made thee then a bloody mini
patch'd! When gallant-springing?, brave Plantagenet,
45 How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands That princely novice, was struck dead by thee? Of this most grievous guilty murder done! Cla. My brother's love, the devil, and my rage.
Re-enter first Murderer. Murd. Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy 1 Murd. How now? what mean'st thou, that fault,
thou help'st me not?
[been. Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee. |50By heaven, the duke shall know how slack you've
Clar. If you do love my brother, bate not me; 2 Murd. I would he knew that I had sav'd his I am bis brother, and I love hiin well.
brother! If you are hir'd for meed, go back again, Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say; And I will send you to my brother Gloster; For I repent me that the duke is slain. (Exit. Who shall reward you better for my life,
55 1 Murd. So do not I; go, coward, as thou art.--Than Edward will for tidings of my death. Well, I'll go hide the body in some hole, 2 Murd. You are deceiv'd, your brother Gloster 'Till that the duke give order for his burial: hates you.
[dear: And when I have my meed, I will away; Cla. Oh, no; he loves me, and he holds me For this will out, and then I must not stay. Go you to him from me.
[Exit with the body. · Quest is inquest or jury. * i.e. blooming Plantagenet, a prince in the spring of life. 3 i. e. youth; one yet new to the world. Tt2
Buck. And, in good time, here comes the noble The Court.
Glo. Good-morrow to my sovereign king and Enter King Edward sick, the Queen; Dorset, Ri-And, princely peers, a happy tinie of dar! (queen;
cers, Hastings, Buckingham, Grey, and others. 5 K. Edw. Happy, indeed, as we have spent the K. Edw. WHY, $o;—now have I done a good Brother
, we have done decids of charity; [day:work
, fair , You peers, continue this united league:
Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers. I every day expect an embassage
Glo. A blessed labour,my most sovereign liege.-From my Redeemer to redeem me hence; 10 Among this princely heap, if any here, And now in peace my soul shall part to heaven, By false intelligence, or wrong surmise, Since I have made my friends at peace on earth. Hold me a foe; if I unwittingly Rivers, and Hastings, take each other's hand; Have aught committed that is hardly borne Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love. By any in this presence, I desire Riv. By heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudg-15To 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.-
Hast. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like! First, madam, I entreat true 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, If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us ;Confound your hidden falsehood, and award Of you, lord Rivers,--and, lord Grey, of you, Either of you to be the other's end.
That all without desert have frown'd on me;Hast. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love. Of you, lord Woodville,--and, lord Scales,of you, -Riv. And I, as I love Hastings with my heart! 25 Dukes, earls, Jords, gentlemen; indeed, of all. K. Edw. Madam, yourself are not exempt in I do not know that Englishman alive, this,
With whom my soul is any jot at odds, Nor your son Dorset,-Buckingham, nor you;- More than the infant that is born to-night; You have been factious one against the other. I thank my God for my humility. Wife, love lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand : 301 Queen. A holy-day tinis shall be kept hereafter:And what you do, do it unfeignedly. (remember I would to God,all strites were well compounded.-
Queen. There, Hastings;-) will never more My sovereign lord, I do beseech your highness Our former hatred, so thrive I, and mine! Tötake our brother Clarence to your grace. K.Edre. Dorset, embrace him ;-Hastings, love Glo. Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this, lord marquis.
35 To be so touted in this royal presence? Dor. This interchange of love, I here protest, Who knows not, that the gentle duke is dead? Upon my part, shall be inviolable.
[They all start. Hast. And so swear I.
[this league You do him injury, to scorn his corse. [he is? K. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou K.Edw. Who knows not, he is dead! who knows With thy embracements to my wife's allies, 401 Queen. All-seeing heaven, what a would is this! And make me happy in your unity:
Buck. Look I so pale, lord Dorset, as the rest? Buck. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate Dor. Ay, my good lord; and no man in the Upon your grace, but with all duteolys love
[To the Queen. But his red-colour hath forsook nis cheeks. Doth cherish you, and yours, God punish me 15. K. Edw. Is Clarence dead? the order was reWith hate in those where I espect 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, 50 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 loyala
(Enbrucing Rivers, &c. Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood, K. Edw. A pleasing cordial, princely Bucking- Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did, Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart. [hain, And yet go current from suspicion ! There wanteth now our brother Gloster here, 55
Enter Lord Stunley. To make the blessed period of this peace.
Stan. A boon, my sovereign, for myservice done! · This alludes to a proverbial expression, that “ Ill news hath wings, and with the wind doth go; « Comfort's a crippli, and comes ever slow,”
K. Edw. I pr’ythee, peace; my soul is full of Dutch. My pretty cousins, you mistake me
I do lament the sickness of the king, [both : Stan. I will not rise, unless your highness hear 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 conclude that he is dead. Stan. The forfeit', sovereign,ofmyservant’s life; The king mine uncle is to blame for this : Who slew to-day a riotous gentleman,
God will revenge it; whom I will importune Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk. With earnest prayers, all to that effect. K. Ediv. 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 tongue give pardon to a slave? Incapable and shallow innocents, My brother kill'd
no man, his fault was thought, You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death. And yet his punishment was bitter death. Sor.Grandam, we can: for my gooduncle Gloster Who su'd to me for hiin? who, in my wrath, Told me, the king, provok'd to't by the queen, Kneelid at my feet, and bid me be advis'd? 15 Devis'd impeachments 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 fight for me? Bade me rely on him, as on my father, Who told me, in the tield at Tewksbury, And he would love me dearly as his child. When Oxford had ine down, he rescu'd me,
20 Dutch. Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle And said, Dear brother, lire, and be a king ?
shapes, Who told me, when we both lay in the field, And with a virtuous vizor hide deep vice ! Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me He is my son, ay, and therein my shame, E'en in his garments; and did give himself, Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit. All thin and naked, to the numb-cold night? 25 Son. Think you, my uncle did dissemble, granAll this from 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; Riders, and Dorset, But, when your carters, or your waiting vassals,
after her: Have done a drunken slaughter, and defac'd 130 Queen. Ah! who shall hinder me to wail and The precious image of our dear Redeemer,
weep? Youstraight are 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 ? Nor I (ungracious) speak unto myself
35 Dutch. What means this scene of rude impaFor him, poor soul.—The proudest of you all Queen. To make an act of tragic violence: Hath been beholden to hini 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 gone? O God! I fear, thy justice will take hold Why wither not the leaves, that want their sap? On me, and you, and mine, and yours, for this. 40 If 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 Queen, Hast- Or, like obedient subjects, follow him
ings, Rivers, Dorset, and Grey. To his new kingdom of perpetual rest. Glo. These are the fruits of rashness !-Mark'd Dutch. Ah,so much interest have I in thy sorrow, you not,
45 As I had title in thy noble husband !
But now, two mirrors of his princely semblance
[Ereunt. That grieves me when I see my shame in him.
Thou art a widow ; yet thou art a mother,
And hast the comfort of thy children left thee:
Butdeathhath snatch'dmyhusbandfromminearms, Enter the Dutchess of York, with the two children 55 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 moiety of my grief) Dutch. No, boy.
[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 cry,--0 Clarence, my unhappy 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, If that our noble father be alive?
Your widow dolours likewise be unwept !
He means the remission of the forfeit.