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Glou. Wert thou not banished on pain of death? | Unless it be while some tormenting dream Q. Mar. I was; but I do find more pain in banishment
And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes; And then, to dry them, gav'st the duke a clout Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland; His curses, then from bitterness of soul Denounc'd against thee, are all fallen upon thee; And God, not we, hath plagu'd thy bloody deed. Q. Eliz. So just is God, to right the innocent. Hast. O! 'twas the foulest deed to slay that babe,
And the most merciless that e'er was heard of. Riv. Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported.
Dor. No man but prophesied revenge for it. Buck. Northumberland, then present, wept to see it.
Q. Mar. What! were you snarling all before I came,
Ready to catch each other by the throat,
That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death,
If not by war, by surfeit die your king,
That none of you may live your natural age,
Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils!
Q. Mar. Glou.
I call thee not.
Lest to thy harm thou move our patience.
Q. Mar. Foul shame upon you! you have all mov'd mine.
Riv. Were you well serv'd, you would be taught your duty.
Q. Mar. To serve me well, you all should do me duty,
Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects: O! serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty. Dor. Dispute not with her, she is lunatic.
Q. Mar. Peace! Master marquess, you are malapert:
Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current.
And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces. Glou. Good counsel, marry: learn it, learn it, marquess.
Dor. It touches you, my lord, as much as me. Glon. Ay, and much more; but I was born so high,
Our aery buildeth in the cedar's top,
Q. Mar. And turns the sun to shade; alas! alas!
Buck. Peace, peace! for shame, if not for charity. Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me: Uncharitably with me have you dealt, And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd My charity is outrage, life my shame; And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage! Buck. Have done, have done.
Q. Mar. O princely Buckingham! I'll kiss thy hand,
In sign of league and amity with thee:
Buck. Nor no one here; for curses never pass
Riv. And so doth mine. I muse why she's at liberty.
Glou. I cannot blame her: by God's holy mother,
She hath had too much wrong, and I repent
Q. Eliz. I never did her any, to my knowledge. Glou. 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. Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid; He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains: God pardon them that are the cause thereof! Rir. A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion, To pray for them that have done scath to us. Glou. So do I ever, Aside. being well advis'd; For had I curs'd now, I had curs'd myself.
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?
Rit. We wait upon your grace.
Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER. Glou. 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 cast in darkness, I do beweep to many simple gulls; Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham; And say it is the queen and her allies That stir the king against the duke my brother. Now they believe it; and withal whet me To be reveng'd on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture, Tell them that God bids us do good for evil : And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends stol'n forth of holy writ, And seem a saint when most I play the devil. Enter two Murderers.
But soft! here come my executioners.
How now, my hardy, stout, resolved mates! 316
That we may be admitted where he is.
Talkers are no good doers: be assur'd
I like you, lads; about your business straight;
We will, my noble lord.
SCENE IV. The Same. The Tower. 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 ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, 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.
Bruk. What was your dream, my loid? I pray you, tell me.
Clar. Methought that I had broken from the
And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy;
And cited up a thousand heavy times,
Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard
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 find the empty, vast, and wandering air; But smother'd it within my panting bulk,
Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.
Brak Awak'd you not with this sore agony ?
That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury;
Clir. O Brakenbary! I have done those things
Brak. I will, my lord, God give your grace good rest!
Second Murd. When he wakes! why fool, he shall never wake till the judgment-day. First Murd. Why, then he'll say we stabbed him sleeping.
Second Murd. The urging of that word 'judg.
First Murd. I thought thou hadst been resolute.
Second Murd. I pray thee, stay a while: I hope my holy humour will change; 'twas wont to hold me but while one would tell twenty.
First Murd. How dost thou feel thyself now! Second Murd. Some certain dregs of conscience are yet within me.
First Murd. Remember our reward when the deed's done.
Second Murd. 'Zounds! he dies: I had forgot the reward.
First Murd. Where's thy conscience now! Second Murd. In the Duke of Gloucester's purse. First Murd. So when he opens his purse to give us our reward, thy conscience flies out. Second Murd. 'Tis no matter; let it go: there's few or none will entertain it.
First Murd. What if it come to thee again! Second Murd. I'll not meddle with it; it makes a man a coward; a man cannot steal, but it accuseth him; a man cannot swear, but it checks him; a man cannot lie with his neighbour's wife, but it detects him: 'tis a blushing shamefast spirit, that mutinies in a man's bosom ; it fills a man full of obstacles; it made me once restore a purse of gold that I found; it beggars any man that keeps it; it is turned out of al! towns and cities for a dangerous thing; and 80 every man that means to live well endeavours to trust to himself and live without it.
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours,
They often feel a world of restless cares :
First Murd. Ho! who's here?
First Murd. I would speak with Clarence, and
Brak. What! so brief?
First Murd. You may, sir; 'tis a point of wisdom: fare von well. Exit BRAKENBURY. Second Murd. What! shall we stab him as he sleeps?
First Murd. No; he'll say 'twas done cowardly, when he wakes.
First Murd. My voice is now the king's, my looks mine own.
Clar. How darkly and how deadly dost thou speak!
Your eyes do menace me: why look you pale?
Clar. You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so, And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it. Wherein, my friends, have I offended you?
First Murd. Offended us you have not, but the king.
Clar. I shall be reconcil'd to him again. Second Murd. Never, my lord; therefore prepare to die.
Clar. Are you call'd forth from out a world of men
To slay the innocent? What is my offence?
To threaten me with death is most unlawful.
That you depart and lay no hands on me;
First Murd. What we will do, we do upon command.
Second Murd. And he that hath commanded is the king.
Clar. Erroneous vassal! the great King of kings Hath in the table of his law commanded That thou shalt do no murder: will you then Spurn at his edict and fulfil a man's? Take heed; for he holds vengeance in his hand, To hurl upon their heads that break his law.
Second Murd. And that same vengeance doth he hurl on thee,
For false forswearing and for murder too:
First Murd. And, like a traitor to the name of God,
Didst break that vow, and with thy treacherous blade
Unripp'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son. Second Murd. Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and defend.
First Murd. How canst thou urge God's dreadful law to us,
When thou hast broke it in such dear degree?
First Murd. Who made thee then a bloody minister,
When gallant-springing, brave Plantagenet, That princely novice, was struck dead by thee?
Clar. My brother's love, the devil, and my rage.
First Murd. Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy fault,
Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee.
Clar. If you do love my brother, hate not me; I am his brother, and I love him well. If you be hir'd for meed, go back again, And I will send you to my brother Gloucester, Who shall reward you better for my life Than Edward will for tidings of my death. Second Murd. You are deceiv'd, your brother Gloucester hates you.
Clar. O, no! he loves me, and he holds me dear:
Go you to him from me.
Ay, so we will.
Clar. Tell him, when that our princely father York
Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm, And charg'd us from his soul to love each other, He little thought of this divided friendship: Bid Gloucester think on this, and he will weep. First Murd. Ay, millstones; as he lesson'd us to weep.
Clar. O do not slander him, for he is kind. First Murd. Right,
As snow in harvest. Thou deceiv'st thysel: "Tis he that sends us to destroy you here.
Clar. It cannot be; for he bewej t my fortune, And hugg'd me in his arms, and swore, with sobs, That he would labour my delivery.
First Murd. Why, so he doth, now he delivers you
From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven. Second Murd. Make peace with God, for you
must die, my lord.
Clar. Not to relent, is beastly, savage, devilish. Which of you, if you were a prince's son, Being pent from liberty, as I am now,
If two such murderers as yourselves came to you,
My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks;
Second Murd. Look behind you, my lord. First Murd. Take that, and that: Stabs him. If all this will not do, I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within. Exit, with the body. Second Murd. A bloody deed, and desperately dispatch'd!
How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands Of this most grievous murder.
Re-enter First Murderer.
First Murd. How now! what mean'st thou, that thou help'st me not?
By heaven, the duke shall know how slack thou
Second Murd. I would he knew that I had sav'd | There wanteth now our brother Gloucester here his brother! To make the perfect period of this peace. Buck. And, in good time, here comes the noble duke.
Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say; For I repent me that the duke is slain.
K. Edw. Happy, indeed, as we have spent the day. Gloucester, we have done deeds of charity; Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, Between these swelling wrong incensed peers. Glou. A blessed labour, my most sovereign lord. Among this princely heap, if any here, By false intelligence, or wrong surmise, Hold me a foe;
If I unwittingly, or in my rage,
K. Edw. Why, so now have I done a good Have aught committed that is hardly borne day's work.
You peers, continue this united league:
I every day expect an embassage
From my Redeemer to redeem me hence;
And with my hand I seal my true heart's love. 10
Lest he that is the supreme King of kings
Hast. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love!
Nor you, son Dorset, Buckingham, nor you: You have been factions one against the other. 2) Wife, love Lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand; And what you do, do it unfeignedly.
Eliz. Here, Hastings; I will never more remember
Our former hatred, so thrive I and mine! K. Edw. Dorset, embrace him; Hastings, love lord marquess.
Dor. This interchange of love, I here protest, Upon my part shall be inviolable.
Hast. And so swear I, my lord. They embrace. K. Ed. Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou this league
With thy embracements to my wife's allies,
Buck. To the Queen. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate
Upon your grace, but with all duteous love
K. Edw. A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham,
Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart.
By any in this presence, I desire
I hate it, and desire all good men's love.
Q. Eliz. A holy day shall this be kept hereafter: I would to God all strifes were well compounded. My sovereign lord, I do beseech your highness To take our brother Clarence to your grace.
Glou. Why, madam, have I offer'd love for this. To be so flouted in this royal presence? Who knows not that the gentle duke is dead! They all start.