Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest : O God, that see'st it, do not suffer it; 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 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, In sign of league and amity with thee: 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, Have not to do with him, beware of him; Glo. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham? And sooth the devil, that I warn thee from? 32 KING RICHARD III. 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 liber ty. Glo. I cannot blame her, by God's holy mother; Q. Eliz. I never did her any, to my knowledge. That is too cold in thinking of it now. Riv. A virtuous and a christian-like conclusion, Glo. So do I ever, being well advis'd ;— For had I curs'd now, I had curs'd myself. Enter CATESBY. [Aside. Cates. Madam, his majesty doth call for you,— me? Riv. Madam, we will attend upon your grace. [Exeunt all but GLOSTER. 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,- Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham; With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ; Enter two Murderers. But soft, here come my executioners.- 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 about me: [Gives the warrant. When you have done, repair to Crosby-place. 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 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, 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, That had befall'n us. As we pac'd along Methought, that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, O Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea: 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, gaze upon these secrets of the deep? To Clar. Methought, I had; and often did I strive The first, that there did greet my stranger soul, |