Haue not to do with him, beware of him, Sinne, death, and h.e.l.l haue set their markes on him, And all their Ministers attend on him

Rich. What doth she say, my Lord of Buckingham

Buc. Nothing that I respect my gracious Lord

Mar. What dost thou scorne me For my gentle counsell?

And sooth the diuell that I warne thee from.



O but remember this another day: When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow: And say (poore Margaret) was a Prophetesse: Liue each of you the subiects to his hate, And he to yours, and all of you to G.o.ds.

Enter.

Buc. My haire doth stand an end to heare her curses

Riu. And so doth mine, I muse why she"s at libertie

Rich. I cannot blame her, by G.o.ds holy mother, She hath had too much wrong, and I repent My part thereof, that I haue done to her

Mar. I neuer did her any to my knowledge

Rich. Yet you haue 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 repayed: He is frank"d vp to fatting for his paines, G.o.d pardon them, that are the cause thereof

Riu. A vertuous, and a Christian-like conclusion To pray for them that haue done scath to vs

Rich. So do I euer, being well aduis"d.

Speakes to himselfe.

For had I curst now, I had curst my selfe.

Enter Catesby.

Cates. Madam, his Maiesty doth call for you, And for your Grace, and yours my gracious Lord

Qu. Catesby I come, Lords will you go with mee

Riu. We wait vpon your Grace.

Exeunt. all but Gloster.

Rich. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawle.

The secret Mischeefes that I set abroach, I lay vnto the greeuous charge of others.

Clarence, who I indeede haue cast in darknesse, I do beweepe to many simple Gulles, Namely to Derby, Hastings, Buckingham, And tell them "tis the Queene, and her Allies, That stirre the King against the Duke my Brother.

Now they beleeue it, and withall whet me To be reueng"d on Riuers, Dorset, Grey.

But then I sigh, and with a peece of Scripture, Tell them that G.o.d bids vs do good for euill: And thus I cloath my naked Villanie With odde old ends, stolne forth of holy Writ, And seeme a Saint, when most I play the deuill.

Enter two murtherers.

But soft, heere come my Executioners, How now my hardy stout resolued Mates, Are you now going to dispatch this thing?

Vil. We are my Lord, and come to haue the Warrant, That we may be admitted where he is

Ric. Well thought vpon, I haue it heare about me: When you haue done, repayre to Crosby place; But sirs be sodaine in the execution, Withall obdurate, do not heare him pleade; For Clarence is well spoken, and perhappes May moue your hearts to pitty, if you marke him

Vil. Tut, tut, my Lord, we will not stand to prate, Talkers are no good dooers, be a.s.sur"d: We go to vse our hands, and not our tongues

Rich. Your eyes drop Mill-stones, when Fooles eyes fall Teares: I like you Lads, about your businesse straight.

Go, go, dispatch

Vil. We will my n.o.ble Lord.

Scena Quarta.

Enter Clarence and Keeper.

Keep. Why lookes your Grace so heauily to day

Cla. O, I haue past a miserable night, So full of fearefull Dreames, of vgly sights, That as I am a Christian faithfull man, I would not spend another such a night Though "twere to buy a world of happy daies: So full of dismall terror was the time

Keep. What was your dream my Lord, I pray you tel me Cla. Me thoughts that I had broken from the Tower, And was embark"d to crosse to Burgundy, And in my company my Brother Glouster, Who from my Cabin tempted me to walke, Vpon the Hatches: There we look"d toward England, And cited vp a thousand heauy times, During the warres of Yorke and Lancaster That had befalne vs. As we pac"d along Vpon the giddy footing of the Hatches, Me thought that Glouster stumbled, and in falling Strooke me (that thought to stay him) ouer-boord, Into the tumbling billowes of the maine.

O Lord, me thought what paine it was to drowne, What dreadfull noise of water in mine eares, What sights of vgly death within mine eyes.

Me thoughts, I saw a thousand fearfull wrackes: A thousand men that Fishes gnaw"d vpon: Wedges of Gold, great Anchors, heapes of Pearle, Inestimable Stones, vnvalewed Iewels, All scattred in the bottome of the Sea, Some lay in dead-mens Sculles, and in the holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As "twere in scorne of eyes) reflecting Gemmes, That woo"d the slimy bottome of the deepe, And mock"d the dead bones that lay scattred by

Keep. Had you such leysure in the time of death To gaze vpon these secrets of the deepe?

Cla. Me thought I had, and often did I striue To yeeld the Ghost: but still the enuious Flood Stop"d in my soule, and would not let it forth To find the empty, vast, and wand"ring ayre: But smother"d it within my panting bulke, Who almost burst, to belch it in the Sea

Keep. Awak"d you not in this sore Agony?

Clar. No, no, my Dreame was lengthen"d after life.

O then, began the Tempest to my Soule.

I past (me thought) the Melancholly Flood, With that sowre Ferry-man which Poets write of, Vnto the Kingdome of perpetuall Night.

The first that there did greet my Stranger-soule, Was my great Father-in-Law, renowned Warwicke, Who spake alowd: What scourge for Periurie, Can this darke Monarchy affoord false Clarence?

And so he vanish"d. Then came wand"ring by, A Shadow like an Angell, with bright hayre Dabbel"d in blood, and he shriek"d out alowd Clarence is come, false, fleeting, periur"d Clarence, That stabb"d me in the field by Tewkesbury: Seize on him Furies, take him vnto Torment.

With that (me thought) a Legion of foule Fiends Inuiron"d me, and howled in mine eares Such hiddeous cries, that with the very Noise, I (trembling) wak"d, and for a season after, Could not beleeue, but that I was in h.e.l.l, Such terrible Impression made my Dreame

Keep. No maruell Lord, though it affrighted you, I am affraid (me thinkes) to heare you tell it

Cla. Ah Keeper, Keeper, I haue done these things (That now giue euidence against my Soule) For Edwards sake, and see how he requits mee.

O G.o.d! if my deepe prayres cannot appease thee, But thou wilt be aueng"d on my misdeeds, Yet execute thy wrath in me alone: O spare my guiltlesse Wife, and my poore children.

Keeper, I prythee sit by me a-while, My Soule is heauy, and I faine would sleepe

Keep. I will my Lord, G.o.d giue your Grace good rest.

Enter Brakenbury the Lieutenant.

Bra. Sorrow breakes Seasons, and reposing houres, Makes the Night Morning, and the Noon-tide night: Princes haue but their t.i.tles for their Glories, An outward Honor, for an inward Toyle, And for vnfelt Imaginations They often feele a world of restlesse Cares: So that betweene their t.i.tles, and low Name, There"s nothing differs, but the outward fame.

Enter two Murtherers.

1.Mur. Ho, who"s heere?

Bra. What would"st thou Fellow? And how camm"st thou hither

2.Mur. I would speak with Clarence, and I came hither on my Legges

Bra. What so breefe?

1. "Tis better (Sir) then to be tedious: Let him see our Commission, and talke no more.

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