| | Enter CLARENCE and BRAKENBURY. | |
| BRAKENBURY | Why looks your grace so heavily to-day? | |
| CLARENCE | O, I have pass'd a miserable night, | |
| | So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, | |
| | 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! | |
| BRAKENBURY | What was your dream? I long to hear you tell it. | |
| CLARENCE | Methought that I had broken from the Tower, |
| | And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy; | | 10 |
| | And, in my company, my brother Gloucester; | |
| | Who from my cabin tempted me to walk | |
| | Upon the hatches: thence we look'd toward England, | |
| | And cited up a thousand fearful times, |
| | During the wars of York and Lancaster | |
| | That had befall'n us. As we paced along | |
| | Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, | |
| | Methought that Gloucester stumbled; and, in falling, | |
| | Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard, |
| | Into the tumbling billows of the main. | | 20 |
| | Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! | |
| | What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears! | |
| | What ugly sights of death within mine eyes! | |
| | Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; |
| | Ten 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, | | 30 |
| | As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems, | |
| | Which woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, | |
| | And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by. | |
| BRAKENBURY | Had you such leisure in the time of death |
| | To gaze upon the secrets of the deep? | |
| CLARENCE | Methought I had; and often did I strive | |
| | 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 wandering air; |
| | But smother'd it within my panting bulk, | | 40 |
| | Which almost burst to belch it in the sea. | |
| BRAKENBURY | Awaked you not with this sore agony? | |
| CLARENCE | O, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life; | |
| | O, then began the tempest to my soul, |
| | Who 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 Warwick; |
| | Who cried aloud, 'What scourge for perjury | | 50 |
| | Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?' | |
| | And so he vanish'd: then came wandering by | |
| | A shadow like an angel, with bright hair | |
| | Dabbled in blood; and he squeak'd out aloud, |
| | 'Clarence is come; false, fleeting, perjured Clarence, |
| | That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury; | |
| | Seize on him, Furies, take him to your torments!' | |
| | With that, methoughts, a legion of foul fiends | |
| | Environ'd me about, and howled in mine ears |
| | Such hideous cries, that with the very noise | | 60 |
| | I trembling waked, and for a season after | |
| | Could not believe but that I was in hell, | |
| | Such terrible impression made the dream. | |
| BRAKENBURY | No marvel, my lord, though it affrighted you; |
| | I promise, I am afraid to hear you tell it. |
| CLARENCE | O Brakenbury, I have done those things, | |
| | Which now bear evidence against my soul, | |
| | For Edward's sake; and see how he requites me! | |
| | O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee, |
| | But thou wilt be avenged on my misdeeds, | | 70 |
| | Yet execute thy wrath in me alone, | |
| | O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children! | |
| | I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me; | |
| | My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep. |
| BRAKENBURY | I will, my lord: God give your grace good rest! |
| | CLARENCE sleeps. | |
| | Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, | |
| | Makes the night morning, and the noontide night. | |
| | Princes have but their titles for their glories, | |
| | An outward honour for an inward toil; |
| | And, for unfelt imagination, | | 80 |
| | They often feel a world of restless cares: | |
| | So that, betwixt their tides and low names, | |
| | There's nothing differs but the outward fame. | |
| | Enter the two Murderers. | |
| First Murderer | Ho! who's here? |
| BRAKENBURY | What wouldst thou, fellow? and how cam'st you hither? |
| First Murderer | I would speak with Clarence, and I came hither on my legs. | |
| BRAKENBURY | What, so brief? | |
| Second Murderer | 'Tis better, sir, than to be tedious. Show | |
| | him our commission; talk no more. | | 90 |
| | [ A paper is delivered to BRAKENBURY who reads it. | |
| BRAKENBURY | I am, in this, commanded to deliver |
| | The noble Duke of Clarence to your hands: | |
| | I will not reason what is meant hereby, | |
| | Because I will be guiltless of the meaning. |
| | There lies the duke alseep -- and there the keys, |
| | I'll to the king; and signify to him | |
| | That thus I have resign'd to you my charge. | |
| First Murderer | You may sir, 'tis a point of wisdom: fare you well. | | 100 |
| | [ Exit BRAKENBURY. | |
| Second Murderer | What, shall we stab him as he sleeps? | |
| First Murderer | No; then he will say 'twas done cowardly, when he wakes. |
| Second Murderer | Why, he shall never wake till | |
| | the judgment-day. | |
| First Murderer | Why, then he will say we stabb'd him sleeping. | |
| Second Murderer | The urging of that word 'judgment' hath bred a kind | |
| | of remorse in me. |
| First Murderer | What, art thou afraid? | |
| Second Murderer | Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; but to be | |
| | damned for killing him, from which no warrant can defend me. | |
| First Murderer | I thought thou hadst been resolute. | |
| Second Murderer | So I am, to let him live. |
| First Murderer | I'll back to the Duke of Gloucester, and tell him so. | |
| Second Murderer | Nay, I pray thee, stay a little: I hope my holy humour | | 120 |
| | will change; 'twas wont to hold me but while one | |
| | would tell twenty. | |
| First Murderer | How dost thou feel thyself now? |
| Second Murderer | 'Faith, some certain dregs of conscience are yet | |
| | within me. | |
| First Murderer | Remember our reward, when the deed is done. | |
| Second Murderer | 'Zounds, he dies: I had forgot the reward. | |
| First Murderer | Where is thy conscience now? | | 130 |
| Second Murderer | In the Duke of Gloucester's purse. | |
| First Murderer | So when he opens his purse to give us our reward, | |
| | thy conscience flies out. | |
| Second Murderer | Let it go; there's few or none will entertain it. | |
| First Murderer | What if it come to thee again? |
| Second Murderer | I'll not meddle with it: it | |
| | makes a man a coward: a man cannot steal, but it | |
| | accuseth him; a man cannot swear, but it cheques him; | | 140 |
| | a man cannot lie with his neighbour's wife, but it | |
| | detects him: 'tis a blushing shamefast 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 to live | |
| | without it. | |
| First Murderer | 'Zounds, it is even now at my elbow, persuading me | |
| | not to kill the duke. | |
| Second Murderer | Take the devil in thy mind, and believe him not: he | | 150 |
| | would insinuate with thee but to make thee sigh. | |
| First Murderer | Tut, I am strong-fram'd, he cannot prevail with me. | |
| Second Murderer | Spoke like a tail fellow that respects his | |
| | reputation. Come, shall we to this gear? |
| First Murderer | Take him over the costard with the hilts of thy | |
| | sword, and then throw him into the malmsey-butt | |
| | in the next room. | | 160 |
| Second Murderer | O excellent device! make a sop of him. | |
| First Murderer | Soft! he wakes. |
| Second Murderer | Strike! |
| First Murderer | No, we'll reason with him. | |
| CLARENCE | Where art thou, keeper? give me a cup of wine. | |
| Second murderer | You shall have wine enough, my lord, anon. | |
| CLARENCE | In God's name, what art thou? | | 170 |
| Second Murderer | A man, as you are. |
| CLARENCE | But not, as I am, royal. | |
| Second Murderer | Nor you, as we are, loyal. | |
| CLARENCE | Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are humble. | |
| Second Murderer | My voice is now the king's, my looks mine own. | |
| CLARENCE | How darkly and how deadly dost thou speak! |
| | Your eyes do menace me: why look you pale? | |
| | Who sent you hither? Wherefore do you come? | |
| Both | To, to, to-- | | 180 |
| CLARENCE | To murder me? | |
| Both | Ay, ay. |
| CLARENCE | 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? | |
| First Murderer | Offended us you have not, but the king. | |
| CLARENCE | I shall be reconcil'd to him again. |
| Second Murderer | Never, my lord; therefore prepare to die. | | 190 |
| CLARENCE | Are you call'd forth from out a world of men | |
| | To slay the innocent? What is my offence? | |
| | Where are the evidence that do accuse me? | |
| | What lawful quest have given their verdict up |
| | Unto the frowning judge? or who pronounced | |
| | 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 to have redemption |
| | By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins, | | 200 |
| | That you depart and lay no hands on me | |
| | The deed you undertake is damnable. | |
| First Murderer | What we will do, we do upon command. | |
| Second Murderer | And he that hath commanded is the king. |
| CLARENCE | Erroneous vassal! the great King of kings | |
| | Hath in the tables of his law commanded | |
| | That thou shalt do no murder: and wilt thou, then, | |
| | Spurn at his edict and fulfill a man's? | | 210 |
| | Take heed; for he holds vengeance in his hands, |
| | To hurl upon their heads that break his law. | |
| Second Murderer | And that same vengeance doth he hurl on thee, | |
| | For false forswearing and for murder too: | |
| | Thou didst receive the holy sacrament, | |
| | To fight in quarrel of the house of Lancaster. |
| First Murderer | 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. | | 220 |
| Second Murderer | Whom thou wert sworn to cherish and defend. | |
| First Murderer | How canst thou urge God's dreadful law to us, |
| | When thou hast broke it in so dear degree? | |
| CLARENCE | Alas! for whose sake did I that ill deed? | |
| | For Edward, for my brother, for his sake: Why, sirs, | |
| | He sends ye not to murder me for this | |
| | For in this sin he is as deep as I. |
| | If God will be revenged for this deed. | |
| | O, know you yet, he doth it publicly, | |
| | Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm; | | 230 |
| | He needs no indirect nor lawless course | |
| | To cut off those that have offended him. |
| First Murderer | Who made thee, then, a bloody minister, | |
| | When gallant-springing brave Plantagenet, | |
| | That princely novice, was struck dead by thee? | |
| CLARENCE | My brother's love, the devil, and my rage. | |
| First Murderer | Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy fault, |
| | Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee. | |
| CLARENCE | Oh, if you love my brother, hate not me; | |
| | I am his brother, and I love him well. | | 240 |
| | If you be hir'd for meed, go back again, | |
| | And I will send you to my brother Gloucester, |
| | Who shall reward you better for my life | |
| | Than Edward will for tidings of my death. | |
| Second Murderer | You are deceived, your brother Gloucester hates you. | |
| CLARENCE | O, no, he loves me, and he holds me dear: | |
| | Go you to him from me. |
| Both | Ay, so we will. | |
| CLARENCE | Tell him, when that our princely father York | |
| | Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm, | |
| | And charged us from his soul to love each other, | | 250 |
| | He little thought of this divided friendship: |
| | Bid Gloucester think of this, and he will weep. | |
| First Murderer | Ay, millstones; as be lesson'd us to weep. | |
| CLARENCE | O, do not slander him, for he is kind. | |
| First Murderer | Right, | |
| | As snow in harvest. Thou deceivest thyself: |
| | 'Tis he that sends us to destroy you here. | |
| CLARENCE | It cannot be; for when I parted with him, | |
| | He hugg'd me in his arms, and swore, with sobs, | |
| | That he would labour my delivery. | |
| Second Murderer | Why, so he doth, now he delivers you | | 260 |
| | From this world's thraldom to the joys of heaven. | |
| First Murderer | Make peace with God, for you must die, my lord. | |
| CLARENCE | Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul, | |
| | To counsel me to make my peace with God, | |
| | And art thou yet to thy own soul so blind, |
| | That thou wilt war with God by murdering me? | |
| | Ah, sirs, consider, he that set you on | |
| | To do this deed will hate you for the deed. | |
| Second Murderer | What shall we do? | |
| CLARENCE | Relent, and save your souls. |
| First Murderer | Relent! 'tis cowardly and womanish. | | 270 |
| CLARENCE | Not to relent is beastly, savage, devilish. | |
| | Which of you, if you were a prince's son, | |
| | Being pent from liberty, as I am now, | |
| | if two such murderers as yourselves came to you, |
| | Would not entreat for life? | |
| | My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks: | |
| | O, 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? | | 280 |
| Second Murderer | Look behind you, my lord. | |
| First Murderer | 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. | |
| Second Murderer | A bloody deed, and desperately dispatch'd! |
| | How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands | |
| | Of this most grievous guilty murder done! | |
| | Re-enter First Murderer. | |
| First Murderer | How now! what mean'st thou, that thou help'st me not? | |
| | By heavens, the duke shall know how slack thou art! | |
| Second Murderer | I would he knew that I had sav'd his brother! |
| | Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say; | | 290 |
| | For I repent me that the duke is slain. | |
| | [ Exit | |
| First Murderer | So do not I: go, coward as thou art. | |
| | Now must I hide his body in some hole, | |
| | Until the duke take order for his burial: |
| | And when I have my meed, I must away; | |
| | For this will out, and here I must not stay. | |
| | [ Exit | |