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 lunatick. Q. Mar. Peace, master marquis, you are malapert: Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current: O, that your young nobility could judge, What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable! They that stand high, have many blasts to shake them; Glo. Good counsel, marry ;-learn it, learn it, marquis. Glo. Ay, and much more: But I was born so high, Our aiery buildeth in the cedar's top, And dallies with the wind, and soms the sun. Q. Mar. And turns the sun to shade-alas! alas!- Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest:- Buck. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charity. And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd, And in my shame still live my sorrow's rage! Q. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I kiss thy hand, Now fair befal thee, and thy noble house! Buck. Nor no one here; for curses never pass Look, when he fawns, he bites; and, when he bites, His venom tooth will rankle to the death: Glo. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham? Q. Mar. What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel? And sooth the devil that I warn thee from? O, but remember this another day, When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow; [Exit. Hast. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses. Riv. And so doth mine; I muse, why she's at liberty. Glo. I cannot blame her, by God's holy mother; She hath had too much wrong, and I repent My part thereof, that I have done to her. Q. Eliz. I never did her any, to my knowledge. That is too cold in thinking of it now. [Aside. Cates. Madam, his majesty doth call for you,s And for your grace, and you, my noble lords. Q. Eliz. Catesby, I come:-Lords, will you go with me? Riv. Madam, we will attend upon your grace. [Exeunt all but, GLO. Glo. 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 laid in darkness,- I do beweep to many simple gulls; Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham; With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ; But soft, here come my executioners.— 1 Murd. We are, my lord, and come to have the war rant, That we may be admitted where he is. Glo. Well thought upon, I have it here about me: [Gives the Warrant. When you have done, repair to Crosby-place. But, sirs, be sudden in the execution, May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him. 1 Murd. Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand to prate, Talkers are no good doers; be assur'd, We e go to use our hands, and not our tongues. Glo. Your eyes drop mill-stones, when fools' eyes drop tears: I like you, lads;-about your business straight; Go, go, despatch. 1 Murd. We will, my noble lord. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The same. A Room in the Tower. Enter CLARENCE and BRAKENBURY. Brak. Why looks your grace so heavily to-day? So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, I would not spend another such a night, Brak. What was your dream, my lord? I pray you, tell me. Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the Tower, And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy; And, in my company, my brother Gloster: Upon the hatches; thence we look'd toward England, O Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Clar. Methought I had; and often did I strive Brak. Awak'd you not with this sore agony? I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Brak. No marvel, lord, though it affrighted you; Clar. O, Brakenbury, I have done these things,- For Edward's sake; and, see, how he requites me!- Yet execute thy wrath on me alone: O, spare my guiltless wife, and my poor I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me; My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep. children! Brak. I will, my lord; God give your grace good rest! [CLAR. reposes himself on a Chair. Sorrow breaks seasons, and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night. And, for unfelt imaginations, |