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Uncharitably with me have you dealt,
And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd.
My charity is outrage, life my shame,
And in my shame still live my sorrow's rage!
Buck. Have done, have done.

Q. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I kiss thy hand,

In sign of league and amity with thee:
Now fair befall thee, and thy noble house!
Thy garments are not spotted with our blood,
Nor thou within the compass of my curse.

Buck. Nor no one here; for curses never pass The lips of those that breathe them in the air. Q. Mar. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky,

And there awake God's gentle sleeping peace.
O Buckingham, beware of yonder dog;

Look, when he fawns, he bites; and, when he bites,

His venom tooth will rankle to the death:
Have not to do with him, beware of him;

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 ?
Are you now going to despatch this thing?
1 Murd. 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 abont [Gives the Warrant. When you have done, repair to Crosby-place. But, Sirs, be sudden in the execution, Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead; For Clarence is well spoken, and, perhaps, 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,

Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on We go to use our hands, and not our tongues.


And all their ministers attend on him.

Gla. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham ?

Buck. Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord.

Q. Mar. What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel ?

And sooth the devil that I warn thee from ?
Oh! but remember this another day,
When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow;
And say, poor Margaret was a prophetess.-
Live each of you the subjects to his hate,
And he to yours, and all of you to God's!

[Exit. Hast. My hair doth stand on end to hear her

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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 today?

Clar. Oh! I have pass'd a miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, 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." Brak. What was your dream, my lord? 1 pray you, tell me.

Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the

And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy;
And, in my company, my brother Gloster;
Who from my cabin tempted me to walk
Upon the hatches; thence we look'd toward

And cited up a thousand heavy times,
During the wars of York and Lancaster
That had befall'n us. As we pac'd along
Upon the giddy footing of the hatches,
Methought, that Gloster stumbled; and, in

Struck me, that thought to stay him, over-board,
Into the tumbling billows of the main.
O Lord! methought, what pain it


was to

What dreadful noise of water in mine ears!
What sights of ugly death within mine eyes!
Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks;
A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon;
Wedges of gold, great auchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.
Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those

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 boues that lay scatter'd

Brak. Had you such leisure in the time of death,

To gaze upon these secrets of the deep?
Clar. Methought, I had; and often did I


To yield the ghost; but still the envious flood Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth To seek the empty, vast, and wand'ring air; But smother'd it within my panting bulk, " Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.

• Body.

Brak. Awak'd you not with this sore agony? Clar. Oh! no, my dream was lengthen'd after life;

Oh! then began the tempest to my soul! 1 pass'd, methought the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of,

Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.

The first that there did greet my stranger soul,

Was my great father-in-law, renowned War. wick,

1 Murd. No; he'll say 'twas done cowardly, when he wakes.

2 Murd. When he wakes! why, fool, he shall never wake until the great judgment day.

1 Murd. Why, then he'll say we stabb'd him sleeping.

2 Murd. The urging of that word, judgment, hath bred a kind of remorse in me. 1 Murd. What? art thou afraid?

2 Murd. Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; but to be damn'd for killing him, from the which no warrant can defend me.

1 Murd. I thought thou had'st been reso

Who cried aloud,-What scourge for perjury
Can this dark monarchy afford false Cla-lute.


And so he vanish'd: Then came wand'ring by

A shadow like an angel, with bright hair Dabbled in blood; and he shriek'd out aloud, Clarence is come, false, ficeting, perjur'd Clarence,

That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury

2 Murd. So I am, to let him live.

1 Murd. I'll back to the duke of Gloster, and tell him so.

2 Murd. Nay, I pr'ythee stay a little: I hope this holy humour of mine will change; it was wont to hold me but while one would tell twenty.

1 Murd. How dost thou feel thyself now!
2 Murd. 'Faith some certain dregs of con-

Seize on him, furies, take him to your tor-science are yet within me.


With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends
Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears
Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise,
I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after,
Could not believe but that I was in hell;
Such terrible impression made my dream.
Brak. No marvel, lord, though it affrighted

I am afraid, methinks to hear you tell it.
Clar. O Brakenbury, I have done


That now give evidence against my soul, For Edward's sake; and, see, how he requites ine !

O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee,

But thou wilt be aveng'd on my misdeeds,
Yet execute thy wrath on me alone :
O spare my guiltless wife, and my poor chil

I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me;
My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.
Brak. I will, my lord; God give your grace
good rest!-

[CLARENCE reposes himself on a Chair. Sorrow breaks seasons, and reposing hours 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.

Enter the two MURDERERS.

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1 Murd. Remember our reward, when the

deed's done.

2 Murd. Come, he dies; I had forgot the reward.

1 Murd. Where's thy conscience now? 2 Murd. In the duke of Gloster's purse. 1 Murd. So when he opens his purse to give us our reward, thy conscience flies out.

2 Murd. 'Tis no matter; let it go; there's few or none will entertain it.

1 Murd. What, if it come to thee again? 2 Murd. I'll not meddle with it; it is a dan. gerous thing, 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 shame-fac'd spirit, that mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles: it made me once restore a purse of gold, that by chance I found; it beggars any man, that keeps it: it is turned out of all towns and cities for a dangerous thing; and every man, that means to live well, endeavours to trust to himself, and live without it.

1 Murd. 'Zounds, it is even now at my elbow, persuading me not to kill the duke.

2 Murd. Take the devil in thy mind, and believe him not: he would insinuate with thee, but to make thee sigh.

1 Murd. I am strong-fram'd, he cannot prevail with me.

2 Murd. Spoke like a tall fellow, that respects his reputation. Come, shall we fall to work?

1 Murd. Take him over the costard + with the hilts of thy sword, and then throw him into the malmsey-butt, in the next room.

2 Murd. O excellent device! and make a sop of him.

1 Murd. Soft! he wakes.

2 Murd. Strike.

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Brak. I am, in this, commanded to deliver
The noble duke of Clarence to your hands:-
I will not reason what is meant thereby,
Because I will be guiltless of the meaning.
Here are the keys;-there sits the duke asleep :
I'll to the king; and signify to him,
That thus to yon I have resign'd my charge.
1 Murd. You may, Sir; 'tis a point of wis-Your

dom :

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1 Murd. My voice is now the king's, my looks mine own. Clar. How darkly and

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Why look you pale sent you bither? Wherefore do you



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Both Murd. To, to, to,Clar. To murder m..? Both Murd. Ay, ay.

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?

1 Murd. Offended us you have not, but the king.

Clar. I shall be reconcil'd to him again.

2 Murd. Never, my lord; therefore prepare to die.

Clur. Are you call'd forth from out a world of men,

To slay the innocent? What is my offence? Where is the evidence that doth accuse me? What lawful quest have given their verdict


Uato the frowning judge? or who pronounc'd
The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death ?
Before I be convict by course of law,

To threaten me with death is most unlawful.
I charge you, as you hope for any goodness
By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous

That you depart, and lay no hands on me ;
The deed you undertake is damnable.

1 Murd. What we will do, we do upon command.

2 Murd. And he, that hath commanded, is our king.

Clar. Erroneous vassal! the great King of kings

Hath in the table of his law commanded,
That thou shalt do no murder; Wilt thou 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.
2 Murd. And that same vengeance doth he
hurl on thee,

For false forswearing, and for murder too:
Thou didst receive the sacrament, to fight
In quarrel of the house of Lancaster.

1 Murd. And, like a traitor to the name of God,

Didst break that vow; and, with thy treacherous blade,

Unrip'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son. 2 Murd. Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and defend.

1 Murd. How canst thon urge God's dreadful

law to us,

When thou hast broke it in such dear gree?

Clar. Alas! for whose sake did I that deed ?

For Edward, for my brother, for his sake:
He sends you not to murder me for this;
For in that sin he is as deep as I.
If God will be avenged for the deed,
O know you that he doth it publicly;
Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm;
He needs no indirect nor lawless course,
To cut off those that have offended him.

2 Murd. You are deceiv'd, your brother Gloster hates you.

Clar. Oh! no; he loves me, and he holds me dear:

Go you to him from me.

Both Murd. Ay, so we will.

Clar. Tell him, when that our princely fa ther 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 Gloster think on this and he will weep.

1 Murd. Ay, mill-stones; as he lesson'd us to weep.

Clar. Oh! do not slander him, for he is kind.

1 Murd. Right, as snow in harvest. Come, you deceive yourself;

"Tis he that sends us to destroy you here, Clar. It cannot be; for he bewept my for

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My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks;
Oh! if thine eye be not a flatterer,
Come thou on my side, and entreat for me,
As you would beg, were you in my distress.
A begging prince what beggar pities not 1
2 Murd. Look behind you, my lord.

1 Murd. Who made thee then a bloody minister,

When gallant-springing, brave Plantagenet,
That princely novice, t was struck dead by


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1 Murd. Take that, and that; if all this will not do,

[Stabs him.

I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within.

[Exit with the body, 2 Murd. A bloody deed, and desperately despatch'd! How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands Of this most grievous guilty murder done!

Re-enter first MURDERER.

1 Murd. How now? what mean'st thou, that thou help'st me not?

By heaven, the duke shall know how slack you have been.

2 Murd. I would he knew, that I had sav'd his brother!

Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say;
For I repent me that the duke is slain.


1 Murd. So do not I; go, coward, as thou art.

Well, I'll go hide the body in some hole,
Till that the duke give order for bis burial:
And when I bave my meed, I will away;
For this will out, and then I must not stay.

• Shut up.


SCENE I.-The same.-A Room in the


Enter King EDWARD, (led in sick,) Queen ELIZABETH, DORSET, RIVERS, HASTINGS, BUCKINGHAM, GREY, and others.

By false intelligence, or wrong surmise,
Hold me a foe;

If I unwittingly, or in my rage,

Have aught committed that is hardly borne
By any in this presence, I desire
To reconcile me to his friendly peace :
'Tis death to me, to be at enmity;

I hate it, and desire all good men's love.
First, madam, I entreat true peace of you,

K. Edw. Why so :-now have I done a good Which I will purchase with my duteous serday's work ;

You peers, continue this united league:

I every day expect an embassage

From my Redeemer to redeem me hence; And more in peace my soul shall part to


Since I have made my friends at peace



Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham,

If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us;
Of you, lord Rivers, and lord Grey, of you;
hea-That all without desert have frown'd on me;
Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen ;


Rivers and Hastings, take each other's hand; Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love. Riv. By heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate;

And with my hand I seal my true heart's love.

Hast. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like! K. Edw. Take heed, you dally not before your king;

Lest he, that is the supreme King of kings,
Confound your hidden falsehood, and award
Either of you to be the other's end.

Hast. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love! Riv. And I, as I love Hastings with my heart!

K. Edw. Madam, yourself are not exempt in this,

Nor your son Dorset,-Buckingham, nor you ;You have been factious one against the other. Wife, love lord Hastings, let him kiss your


And what you do, do it unfeignedly.

Q. Elis. There, Hastings ;-I will never more remember

Our former hatred, So thrive I and mine!
K. Edw. Dorset, embrace him,-Hastings,

love lord marquis.

Dor. This interchange of love, I here protest, Upon my part shall be inviolable. Hast. And so swear I.

[Embraces DORSET. K. Edw. Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou this league

With thy embracements to my wife's allies,
And make me happy in your unity.

Buck. Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate

Upon your grace, [To the QUEEN.] but with

all duteous love

Doth cherish you and your's, God punish me
With hate in those where I expect most love!
When I have most need to employ a friend,
And most assured that he is a friend,
Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile,
Be he unto me! this do I beg of heaven,
When I am cold in love, to you, or your's.
[Embracing RIVERS, &c.

K. Edw. A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham,

Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart.
There wanteth now our brother Gloster here,
To make the blessed period of this peace.
Buck. And, in good time, here comes the no-
ble duke.

Glo. Good-morrow to my sovereign king



And, princely peers, a happy time of day !
K. Edw. Happy, indeed, as we have spent
the day :-

Brother, we have done deeds of charity;
Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate,
Between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.
Glo. A blessed labour, my most sovereign

Among this princely heap, if any here,


indeed of

I do not know that Englishman alive,
With whom my soul is any jot at odds,
More than the infant that is born to-night:
I thank my God for my humility.

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.

Glo. 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.

You do him injury to scorn his corse. K. Edw. Who knows not he is dead! who knows he is ?

Q. Eliz. All-seeing heaven, what a world is this!

Buck. Look I so pale, lord Dorset, as the rest ?

Dor. Ay, my good lord: and no man in the presence,

But his red colour hath forsook his cheeks. K. Edw. Is Clarence dead? the order was revers'd.

Glo. But he, poor man, by your first order died,

And that a winged Mercury did bear;
Some tardy cripple bore the countermand,
That came too lag to see him buried:-
God grant that some, less noble, and less

Nearer in bloody thoughts, and not in blood, Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did,

And yet go current from suspicion.

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K. Edw. Then say at once, what is it thou request'st.

Stan. The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life;

Who slew to-day a riotous gentleman,
Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk.

K. Edu. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death,

And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave ? My brother kill'd no man, his fault was thought,

And yet his punishment was bitter death.
Who sued to me for him? who, in my wrath,
Kneel'd at my feet, and bade me be advis'd ?
Who spoke of brotherhood? who spoke of


Who told me, how the poor soul did forsake
The mighty Warwick, and did fight for me?
Who told me, in the field at Tewksbury,
When Oxford had me down, he rescued me,
And said, Dear brother, live, and be a king
Who told me, when we both lay in the field,


Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me
Even in his garments; and did give himself,
All thin and naked, to the numb-cold night?
All this from my remembrance brutish wrath
Sinfully pluck'd, and not a man of you
Had so much grace to put it in my mind.
But when your carters, or your waiting-vas-

Have done a drunken slaughter, and defac'd
The precious image of our dear Redeemer,
You straight are on your knees for pardon,

And I, unjustly too, must grant it you :-
But for my brother, not a man would speak,
Nor 1 (ungracious) speak unto myself

For him, poor soul.-The proudest of you all
Have been beholden to him in his life.

Yet none of you would once plead for his life.
O God! I fear, thy justice will take hold

On me, and you, and mine, and your's, for


Come, Hastings, help me to my closet. O
Poor Clarence !


Glo. This is the fruit of rashness!-Mark'd you not,

How that the guilty kindred of the queen Look'd pale, when they did hear of Clarence' death 3

Oh! they did urge it still unto the king:

Duch. Ay, boy. Son. I cannot think it. Hark! what noise is this!

Enter Queen ELIZABETH distractedy; RIVERS and DORSET, following her.

Q. Eliz. Ah! who shall hinder me to wail and weep?

To chide my fortune, and torment myself?
I'll join with black despair against my soul,
And to myself become an enemy.

Duch. What means this scene of rude impatience?

Q. Eliz. To make an act of tragic violence :Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead. Why grow the branches, when the root is gone? Why wither not the leaves, that want their sap?

If you will live, lament; if die, be brief,
That our swift-winged souls may catch the

Or, like obedient subjects, follow him
To his new kingdom of perpetual rest.

Duch. Ah! so much interest have I in thy sorrow,

As I had title in thy noble husband!

I have bewept a worthy husband's death,
And liv'd by looking on his images:

But now two mirrors of his princely semblance
Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death,
And I for comfort have but one false glass.

God will revenge it. Come, lords; will you That grieves me when I see my shame in him.

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The king my uncle is to blame for this:
God will revenge it; whom I will impórtune
With earnest prayers all to that effect.
Daugh. And so will I.

Duch. Peace, children, peace! the king doth love you well:

Incapable and shallow innocents,

You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death.

Son. Grandam, we can: for my good uncle Gloster

Thou art a widow; yet thou art a mother,
And hast the comfort of thy children left thee:
But death hath snatch'd my husband from my

And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands,

(Thine being but a moiety of my grief,)
Clarence and Edward. Oh! what cause have I,
To over-go thy plaints, and drown thy cries!
Son. Ah! aunt, you wept not for our father's


How can we aid you with our kindred tears? Daugh. Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd

Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept !

Q. Eliz. Give me no help in lamentation, I am not barren to bring forth laments: All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, That I, being govern'd by the watery moon, May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world 1

Ah! for my husband, for my dear lord Edward!

Chil. Ah for our father, for our dear lord Clarence!

Duck. Alas! for both, both mine, Edward and Clarence!

Q. Eliz. What stay had I, but Edward? and he's gone.

Chil. What stay had we, but Clarence? and he's gone.

Duch. What stays had I, but they? and they

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Chil. Were never orphans, had so dear a

Duch. Was never mother had so dear a loss.
Alas! I am the mother of these griefs;
Their woes are parcell'd,* mine are general.
She for an Edward weeps, and so do I;
I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she:
These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I:
gen-1 for an Edward weep, so do not they :-

Told me, the king, provok'd to't by the queen,
Devis'd impeachments to imprison him;
And when my uncle told me so, he wept,
And pitied me, and kindly kiss'd my cheek;
Bade me rely on him, as on my father,
And he would love me dearly as his child.
Duch. Ah! that deceit should steal such
tle shapes,

And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice!
He is my son, ay, and therein my shame,
Yet from my dugs he drew not this deceit.
Son. Think you, my uncle did dissemble,
grandam ?

• Ignorant.

Alas! you three, on me, threefold distress'd, Pour all your tears, I am your sorrow's nurse. And I will pamper it with lamentations.

Dor. Comfort, dear mother; God is much displeas'd,

That you take with unthankfuluess his doing;

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