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Urge neither charity nor fhame to me;
y with me have you dealt,

Fully by you my hopes are butcher'd.
is outrage, life my fhame,-

fhame still live my forrow's rage! we done, have done.

O princely Buckingham, I kifs thy hand, eague and amity with thee:

fal thee, and thy noble house!

ts are not spotted with our blood, ithin the compafs of my curse.

no one here; for curfes never pafs thofe that breathe them in the air. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky, wake God's gentle-fleeping peace. am, beware of yonder dog;

he fawns, he bites; and, when he bites, cooth will rankle to the death:

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Have not to do with him, beware of him;

Sin, death, and hell, have fet their marks on him;
And all their minifters attend on him.

Glo. What doth the fay, my lord of Buckingham?
Buck. Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord.

2. Mar. What, doft thou scorn me for my gentle counfel?

And footh the devil that I warn thee from?

O, but remember this another day,

When he shall split thy very heart with forrow;
And fay, 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.

Haft. 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.

2. Eliz. I never did her any, to my knowledge. Glo. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong. I was too hot to do some body good,

That is too cold in thinking of it now.
Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repay'd;
He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains ;—
God pardon them that are the cause thereof!

Riv. A virtuous and a christian-like conclufion,
To pray for them that have done fcath to us.
Glo. So do I ever, being well advis'd ;—
For had I curs'd now, I had curs'd myself.

Enter CATESBY.

Catef. Madam, his majesty doth call for you,And for your grace,--and you, my noble lords.

[Afide.

2. Eliz.

King against the duke my brother.
ieve it; and withal whet me
d on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey:
gh, and, with a piece of fcripture,
hat God bids us do good for evil:
lothe my naked villainy

ends, ftol'n forth of holy writ;
int, when moft I play the devil.

Enter two Murderers.

ecome my executioners.-
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- going to defpatch this thing?

We are, my lord; and come to have the war

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y be admitted where he is.

thought upon, I have it here about me:

[Gives the warrant.

ave done, repair to Crosby-place.

fudden in the execution,

rate, do not hear him plead;

is well spoken, and, perhaps,

our hearts to pity, if you mark him.

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Enter CLARENCE and BRAKE

Brak. Why looks your grace fo heavi Clar. O, I have pafs'd a miferable ni So full of fearful dreams, of ugly fight That, as I am a chriftian faithful man, I would not spend another fuch a night 'Though 'twere to buy a world of hap] So full of difmal terror was the time. Brak. What was your dream, my tell me.

Clar. Methought, that I had broken And was embark'd to cross to Burgund And, in my company, my brother Glo Who from my cabin tempted me to wa Upon the hatches; thence we look'd to And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster That had befall'n us. As we pac'd al Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought, that Glofter stumbled; an

Struck me, that thought to ftay him, over-board,
Into the tumbling billows of the main.

O Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown!
What dreadful noife of water in mine ears!
What fights of ugly death within mine eyes!
Methought, I faw a thoufand fearful wrecks;
A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon;
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable ftones, unvalued jewels,

All scatter'd in the bottom of the fea.

Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in thofe holes,
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept
(As 'twere in fcorn of eyes,) reflecting gems,
That woo'd the flimy bottom of the deep,
And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Brak. Had you fuch leifure in the time of death,
To gaze upon these fecrets of the deep?

Clar. Methought, I had; and often did I strive
To yield the ghoft: but ftill the envious flood
Kept in my foul, and would not let it forth
To feek the empty, vaft, and wand'ring air;
But fmother'd it within my panting bulk,
Which almoft burst to belch it in the fea.
Brak. Awak'd you not with this fore agony?
Clar. O, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life;
O, then began the tempelt to my foul !

I pafs'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 foul,
Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick;
Who cry'd aloud,-What Scourge for perjury.
Can this dark monarchy afford falfe Clarence?
And fo he vanish'd: Then came wand'ring by

A fhadow

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