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Buck. Nor no one here ; for curses never pass
Q. Mar. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky,
Gle. What doth she say, my Lord of Buckingham?
Q. Mar. What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel?
Buck. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses.
Glo. I cannot blame her, by God's holy Mother,
Dors. I never did her any, to my knowledge.
Glo. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong:
Riv. A virtuous and a christian-like conclusion,
Glo. So do I ever, being well advis’d;
And for your Grace, and you, my noble Lord.
Queen. Catesby, we come; Lords, will you go with us? Riv. Madam, we will attend your Grace.
Exeunt all but Gloucester.
Enter two Villains.
I Vil. 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:
2 Vil. Fear not, my Lord, we will not stand to prate,
. Your eyes drop mill-Itones, when fools eyes drop I like you, lads; about your business; go. (Exeunt.
Enter Clarence and Brakenbury.
[me, Brak. What was your dream, my Lord? I pray you, tell
Cla. Methought that I had broken from the Tower, And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy, And in my company my brother Gloʻster, Who from my cabbin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches. Thence we look'd tow'rd England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster, That had befaľn us. As we pafs'd along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Glofter ftumbled, and in falling Struck me (that fought to stay him) over-board, Into the tumbling billows of the main. Lord, Lord, methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in my ears! What fights of ugly death within mine eyes! I thought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon: Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels. 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 death,
Cla. Methought I had, and often did I strive
Brak. Awak’d. you not in this fore agony?
Cla. No, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life.
Brak. No marvel, Lord, that it affrighted you;
Cla. Ah! Brakenbury, I have done those things,
Yet execute thy wrath on me alone :
Brak. I will, my Lord; God give your Grace good rest ! Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours,
[ Afide, Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night. Princes have but their titles for their glories, An outward honour, for an inward toil; And for unfelt imaginations, They often feel a world of restless cares : So that between their titles, and low name, There's nothing differs but the outward fame.
S CE Ne VI.
Enter the two Villains. Vil. Ho, who's here? Brak. In God's name, what art thou? how cam'ft thou hither?
2 Vil. I would speak with Clarence, and I came hither on my legs.
Brak. What, so brief?
i Vil. 'Tis better, Sir, than to be tedious. Let him see our commission, and talk no more.
Brak. [Reads.] I am in this commanded, to deliver The noble Duke of Clarence to your hands, I will not reason what is meant hereby, Because I will be guiltless of the meaning. There lyes the Duke aleep, and there the keys, I'll to the King, and signify to him, That thus I have resign'd to you my charge. [Exit.
1 Vil. You may, Sir, 'tis a point of wisdom: fare you well.
2 Vol. What, shall we stab him as he sleeps ?
1 Vil. No; he'll say 'twas done cowardly, when he wakes,