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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
I like you, lads;—about your business strait;
1 Murd. We will, my noble lord. [Exeunt.
The Same. A Room in the Tower.
Hruk. Why looks your grace so heavily to-day?
Clar. O, I have pass'd a miserable night,
Brak. What was your dream, my lord? I pray you, tell me.
Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the
And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy;
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
Upon the giddy footing of the hatches,
Methought, that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling.
Struck me, that thought to stay him, over-board,
Into the tumbling billows of the main.
O Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown!
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 anchors, 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 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.
Brat. 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 strive
Brak. Awak'd you not with this sore agony?
Clar. O, no, my dream was lengthen'd af1er
O, then began the tempest to my soul!
Brak. No man-el, lord, though it affrighted you; I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it.
Clar. O, Brakenbury, I have done these things,— That now give evidence against my soul,— For Edward's sake; and, see, how he requites me;— O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee,