Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest :- 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. 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! 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, Look, when he fawns, he bites; and, when he bites, Glo. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham ? 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 li berty. 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. 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. To pray for them that have done scath to us. Glo. So do I ever, being well advis'd;For had I curs'd now, I had curs'd myself. [Aside. Enter CATESBY. Cates. Madam, his majesty doth call for you,— 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 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. Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham; With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ; Enter two Murderers. But soft, here come my executioners.--- 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. 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, We go to use our hands, and not our tongues. Glo. Your eyes drop millstones, when fools' eyes drop tears: I like you, lads ;-about your business strait; 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? Clar. O, 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? I pray tell me. you, Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the Tower, 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 England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster 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! 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 |