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worse:

Wear both of them, for both of them are SCENE III.-The same.--A Room in the thine.

Palace, And if thy poor devoted servant may

Enter Queen ELIZABETH, Lord Rivers, and But beg one favour at thy gracious hand,

Lord GREY.
Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever.
Anne. What is it?

Riv. Have patience, madam; there's no Glo. That it may please you leave these sad

doubt his majesty designs

Will soon recover his accustom'd health. To hin that hath more cause to be a mourner,

Grey. In that you brook it ill, it makes him And presently repair to Crosby-place;*

[fort, Whereafter I have solemnly interr’d,

Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good com At Chertsey monastry, this noble king,

And cheer his grace with quick and merry And wet his grave with my repentant tears,—

words. I will with all expedient duty see you:

Q. Eliz. If he were dead, wbat would betide For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you,

of me? Grant me this boon.

Grey. No other harm, but loss of such a lord. Anne. With all my heart; and much it joys

Q. Eliz. The loss of such a lord includes all me too,

harms. To see you are become so penitent.

Grey. The heavens have bless'd you with a Tressel, and Berkeley, go along with me.

goodly son, Glo. Bid me farewell.

To be your comforter, when he is gone. Anne. 'Tis more than you deserve:

Q. Eliz. Ah, he is young; and his minority But, since you teach me how to flatter you,

Is put into the trust of Richard Gloster, Imagine I have said farewell already.

A man that loves not me, nor none of you. [Exeunt Lady Anne, Tréssel., and

Rir. Is it concluded, he shall be protector ? BERKLEY.

Q. Eliz. It is determin'd, not concluded yet: Glo. Take up the corse, Sirs.

But so it must be, if the king miscarry.
Gent. Towards Chertsey, nobie lord ?
Glo. No, to White-Friars; there attend my

Enter BUCKINGHAM and STANLEY.
coming.

Grey. Here come the lords of Buckingham (Exeunt the rest, with the corse.

and Stanley. Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ?

Buck. Good time of day unto your royal Was ever woman in this humour won ?

grace! l'll have her,-but I will not keep her long, Stan. God make your majesty joyful as you What! I, that kill'd her husband, and his

have been! father,

Q. Eliz. The countess Richmond, good my To take her in her heart's extremest hate;

lord of Stanley, With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, To your good prayer will scarcely say-amen. The bleeding witness of her hatred by; Yet, Stanley, notwithstanding she's your wife, With God, her conscience, and these bars And loves not me, be you, good lord, assur'd, against me,

I hate not you for her proud arrogance, And I no friends to back my suit withal, Stan. I do beseech you, either not believe But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, The envious slanders of her false accusers; And yet to win her,--all the world to nothing! Or, if she be accus'd on true report, Ha!

Bear with her weakness, which, I think, proHath she forgot already that brave prince,

ceeds

[lice. Edward, her lord, whom I some three months From wayward sickness, and no grounded masince,

Q. Eliz. Saw you the king to-day, my lord of Stabb’d in my angry mood at Tewksbury?

Stanley ? A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,

Stan. But now, the duke of Buckingham, Fram'd in the prodigality of nature,

Are come from visiting his majesty. [and I, Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right Q. Eliz. What likelihood of his amendment, royal,

lords? The spacious world cannot again afford:

Buck. Madam, good hope: his grace speaks And will she yet abase her eyes on me,

cheerfully. That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet Q. Eliz. God grant him health! Did you conprince,

fer with him? And made her widow to a woeful bed ?

Buck. Ay, madam: he desires to make atone. On me, whose all not equals Edwards moiety?

ment On me, that halt, and am misshapen thus? Between the duke of Gloster and your brothers, My dukedom to a beggarly denier, t.

And between them and my lord chamberlain; I do mistake my person all this while: And sent to warn* them to his presence. Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot, Q. Eliz. Would all were well!- But that Myself to be a marvellous proper man.

will never be;I'll be at charges for a looking-glass;

I fear, our happiness is at the height.
And entertain a score or two of tailors,
To study fashions to adorn my body:

Enter Gloster, Hastings, and Dorset. Since I am crept in favour with myself,

Glo. They do me wrong, and I will not enI will maintain it with some little cost.

dure it: But, first, I'll turn yon fellow in his grave; Who are they, that complain unto the king, And then return lamenting to my love.- That I, forsooth, am stern, and love them not? Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a By holy Paul, they love bis grace but lightly, glass,

That fill his ear with such dissentious rumours. That I may see my shadow as I pass. [Exit. Because I cannot flatter, and speak fair,

Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, * In Bishopsgate.street. + A small French coin.

*Summon,

Duck with French nods and apish courtesy, I had rather be a country servant-maid,
I must be held a rancorous enemy.

Than a great queen, with this condition-
Cannot a plain man live, and think no harm, To be so baited, scorn'd, and stormed at:
But thus his simple truth must be abus'd Small joy have 1 in being Englaod's queen.
By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks?
Grey. To whom in all this presence speaks Enter Queen MARGARET, behind.

your grace! Glo. To thee, that hast nor honesty, nor

Q. Mar. And lessen'd be that small, God, I

beseech thee! grace.

(wrong ?When have 1 injur'd thee? when done thee Thy honour, state, and seat, is due to me. Or thee?-or thee?-or any of your faction?

Glo. What? Threat you nie with telling of A plague upon you all! His royal grace,

the king?

[said Whom God preserve better than you would Tell him, and spare not: look, what I have wish!

I will avouch, in presence of the king : Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing-while,

I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower. But you most trouble him with lewd* com

'Tis time to speak, my pains* are quite forgot. plaints.

Q. Mar. Qut, devil! I remember them too Q. Eliz. Brother of Gloster, you mistake Thou kill’dst my husband Henry in the Tower,

the matter: The king, of his own royal disposition,

And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury. And not provok'd'by any suitor else ;

Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or your hus.

band king, Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred, That in your ontward action shows itself,

I was a pack-horse in his great affairs; Against my children, brothers, and myself,

A weeder-out of his proud adversaries, Makes him to send; that thereby he may To royalizet his blood, I spilt my own.

A liberal rewarder of his friends; gather The ground of your ill-will, and so remove it.

Q. Mar. Ay, and much better blood than Glo. I cannot tell;—The world is grown so

his, or thine.

Glo. In all which time, you, and your hus. bad, That wrens may prey where eagles dare not were factious for the house of Lancaster;

band Grey, perch: Since every Jackt became a gentleman,

And, Rivers, so were you: Was not your

husband There's many a gentle person made a Jack. Q. Eliz. Come, come, we know your mean

In Margaret's battle Saint Albans slain! ing, brother Gloster ;

Let me put in your midds, if you forget, [are; You envy my advancement, and my friends ;

What you have been ere now and what you God grant, we never may have need of you !

Withal, what I have been, and what I am. Glo. Meantime, God grants that we have

Q. Mar. A murd'rous villain, and so still

thou art. need of you: Our brother is imprison'd by your means,

Glo. Poor Clarence did forsake his father Myself disgrac'd, and the nobility

Warwick, Held in contempt; while great promotions

Ay, and forswore himself, Which Jesu par

don !Are daily given, to ennoble those

Q. Mar. Which God revenge! That scarce, some two days since, were worth a noble.

Glo. To fight on Edward's party, for the Q. Eliz. By Him, that rais’d me to this care- And, for his meed,t poor lord, he is mewa

crown;

(up: ful height From that contented hap which I enjoy'd,

I would to God, my heart were flint like Ed. I never did incense his majesty

ward's, Against the duke of Clarence, but have been

Or Edward's soft and pitiful like mine; An earnest advocate to plead for him.

I am too childish-foolish for this world. My lord, you do me shameful injury,

Q. Nur. Hie thee to hell for shame, and Falsely to draw re in these vile suspects.

leave this world, Glo. You may deny that you were not the Thou cacodæmon?| there thy kingdom is.

Riv. My lord of Gloster, in those busy days, Of my lord Hastings' late imprisonment.

Which here you urge, to prove us enemies, Riv. She may, my lord; for

We follow'd then our lord, our lawful king; Glo. She may, 'lord Rivers? Why, who So should we you, if you should

be our king. knows not so?

Glo. If I should be?--I had rather be a

pedlar; She may do more, Sir, than denying that: She may help you to many fair preferments;

Far be it from my heart, the thought thereof! And then deny her aiding hand therein,

Q. Eliz. As litile joy, my lord, as you supAnd lay those honours on your high desert.

pose, What may she not? She may,-ay, marry may As little joy you may suppose in me,

You should enjoy, were you this country's she, Riv. What, marry, may she?

That I enjoy, being the queen thereof. Glo. What, marry, may she? marry with a

Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereA bachelor, a handsome stripling too: [king, for I am she, and altogether joyless.

of; I wis, your grandam had a worser match. Q. Eliz. My lord of Gloster, I have to

I can no longer hold me patient.- [Advancing. long borno

(scoffs:

Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out Your blunt upbraidings, and your bitter In sharing that which you have pill'df from

me: By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty, Of those gross taupts I often have endur'd.

Which of you trembles not, that looks on me? * Rude, ignorant.

+ Make royal.

Reward. + Low fellow. A coin rated at 68. 8d. Think

Il Corrupt devil.

& Pillaped.

cause

[king

* Labours.
6 Con Oned.

names.

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If not, that, I being queen, you buw like sub- Q. Mar. And leave out thee? stay, dog, for jects;

thou shalt hear me. Yet that, by you depos'd, you quake like re- If heaven have any grievous plague in store, bels?-

Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee, Ah, gentle villain, do not turn away!

0, let them keep it, till thy sins be ripe, Glo. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou And then burl down their indignation in my sight?

On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace! Q. Mar. But repetition of what thou hast The worm of conscience still begnaw thy marr’d;

soul!

[liv'st, That will I make, before I let thee go.

Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou Glo. Wert thou not banished on pain of And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends! death?

No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, Q. Mar. I was; but I do find more pain in Unless it be while some tormenting dream banishment,

Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils ! Than death can yield me here by my abode. Thou elvish-mark’d, abortive, rooting hog! A husband, and a son, thou ow'st to me, Thou that wast seal'd in thy nativity And thou, a kingdom ;-all of you, allegiance: The slave of nature, and the son of hell! This sorrow that I have, by right is yours; Thou slander of thy mother's heavy womb! And all the pleasures you usurp, are mine. Thou loathed issue of thy fathers' loins! Glo. The curse my noble father laid on Tbou rag of honour! thou detestedthee,

(paper, Glo. Margaret. When thou didst crown his warlike brows with Q. Mar. Richard ! And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his Glo. Ha? eyes;

Q. Mar. I call thee not. And then, to dry them, gav'st the duke a clout, Glo. I cry thee mercy then; for I did think, Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rut. That thou hadst call's me all these bitter

land; His curses, then from bitterness of soul

Q. Mar. Why, so I did; but look'd for no Denounc'd against thee, are all fall’n upon thee;

reply. And God, not we, hath plagu'd thy bloody 0, let me make the period to my curse. deed.

Glo. 'Tis done by me, and ends in-MargaQ. Eliz. So just is God, to right the innocent.

ret. Hast. 0, 'twas the foulest deed to slay that Q. Eliz. Thus have you breath'd your curse babe,

against yourself. And the most merciless, that e'er was heard of. Q. Mar. Poor painted queen, vain flourish Riv. Tyrants themselves wept when it was

of my fortune!

[der, * reported.

Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spiDors. No man but prophesied revenge for it. Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about? Buck. Northumberland, then present, wept Fool, fool! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself. to see it.

The day will come, that thou shalt wish for me Q. Mar. What! were you snarling all, before To help thee curse this pois'nous bunch-back'd I came,

toad. Ready to catch each other by the throat,

Hast. False-boding woman, end thy frantic And turn you all your hatred now on me?

curse; Did York's dread curse prevail so much with Lest, to thy harm, thou move our patience. heaven,

Q. Mar. Foul shame upon you! you have all That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death,

mov'd mine. Their kingdom's loss, my woeful banishment, Riv. Were you well serv'd, you would be Could all but answer for that peevish brat?

taught your duty. Can curses pierce the clouds, and enter hea- Q. Mar. To serve me well, you all should do ven?

me duty,

jects : Why, then give way, dull clouds, to my quick Teach me to be your queen, and you my subcurses!

O, serve me well, and teach yourselves that
Though by war, by surfeit die your king,

duty.
As ours by murder, to make him a king! Dor. Dispute not with her, she is lunatic.
Edward, thy son, that now is prince of Wales, Q. Mar. Peace, master marquis, you are ma-
For Edward, my son, that was prince of

lapert:

(rent:t Wales,

Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce curDie in his youth, by like untimely violence ! (), that your young nobility could judge, Thyself a queen, for me that was a queen, What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable! Outlive thy glory, like my wretched self? They that stand high, have many blast to Long may'st thou live, to wail thy children's

shake them; And see another, as I see thee now, [loss; And, if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces. Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stallid in Glo. Good counsel, marry ;-learn it, learn mine!

it marquis. Long die thy happy days before thy death; Dor. It touches you, my lord, as much as And, after many lengthen'd hours of grief, Die neither mother, wife, nor England's Glo. Ay, and much more : But I was born queen!

so high, Rivers,-and Dorset,-you were standers by,- Our aieryt buildeth in the cedar's top, And so wast thou, lord Hastings,-when my And dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun

[him, Q. Mar. And turns the sun to shade ;-alas Was stabb'd with bloody daggers; God, I pray

alas! That none of you may live your natural age, Witness my son, now in the shade of death; But by some unlook'd accident cut off! Glo. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wi- * Alluding to Gloster's form and venom. ther'd hag.

+ He was just created marquis of Dorset.

Nest,

1

me.

son

me:

Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy Glo. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl.
Hath in eternal darkness folded up. [wrath The secret mischiefs that I set abroach,
Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest :- I lay unto the grievous charge of others.
() God, that see'st it, do not suffer it;

Clarence,-whom I, indeed, have laid in darkAs it was won with blood, lost be it so! I do beweep to many simple gulls; (ness, Buck. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham; charity.

And tell them—'tis the queen and her allies, Q War. Urge neither charity nor shame to That stir the king against the duke my brother. Uncharitably with me have you dealt, [me; Now they believe it; and withal whet me And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd. To be reveng'd on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: My charity is outrage, lite my shame,

But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture, And in my shame still live my sorrow's rage! Tell them that God bids us do good for evil: Buck. Have done, have done.

And thus I clothe my naked villany Q. Mur. O princely Buckingham, I kiss thy With old odd ends, stoln forth of holy writ: hand,

And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
In sign of league and amity with thee:
Now fair befall thee, and thy noble house!

Enter two MURDERERS.
Thy garments are not spotted with our blood,
Nor thou within the compass of my curse.

But soft, here come my executioners.-
Buck. Nor no one here; for curses never pass

How now, my hardy, stout resolved mates ? The lips of those that breathe them in the air.

Are you now going to despatch this thing?

1 Alurd. We are, my lord; and come to have Q. Mar. I'll not believe but they ascend the

the warrant, sky, And there awake God's gentle-sleeping peace.

That we may be admitted where he is.

Glo. Well thought upon, I have it here about O Buckingham, beware of yonder dog; Look, when he fawns, he bites; and, when he when you have done, repair to Crosby-place.

(Gires the Warrant. bites,

But, Sirs, be sudden in the execution, His venom tooth will rankle to the death:

Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead; Have not to do with him, beware of him ;

For Clarence is well spoken, and, perhaps, Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on And all their ministers attend on him. Thim; May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him.

1 Murd. Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand Glo. What doth she say, my lord of Buck

to prate, ingham?

Talkers are no good doers; be assur'd, Buck. Nothing that I respect, my gracious We go to use our hands, and not our tongues.

lord. Q. Mar. What, dost thou scorn me for my

Glo. Your eyes drop mill-stones, when fools'

eyes drop tears : gentle counsel ?

I like you, lads;---about your business straight; And sooth the devil that I warn thee from?

Go, go, despatch. 0, but remember this another day,

1 Murd. We will, my poble lord. (Exeunt. When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow? And say, poor Margaret was a prophetess.- SCENE IV.-The same.-A Room in the Live each of you the subjects to his hate,

Tower. And he to yours, and all of you to God's!

Enter CLARENCE and BRAKENBURY.

(Erit. Hast. My hair doth stand on end to hear her Brak. Why looks your grace so beavily to.

day? Riv. And so doth mine; I muse,* why she's Clar. O, I have pass'd a miserable night, at liberty.

So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, Glo. I cannot blame her, by God's holy mo- That, as I am a Christian faithful man, ther;

I wonld not spend another such a night, She hath had too much wrong, and I repent Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days; My part thereof, that I have done to her. So full of dismal terror was the time. Q. Eliz. I never did her any, to my know Bruk. What was your dream, my lord? I ledge.

pray you, tell me. Glo. Yet you have all the vantaget of her Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the I was too hot to do somebody good, [wrong.

Tower, That is too cold in thinking of it now.

And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy; Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid; And, in my company, my brother Gloster: He is frank’dt up to fatting for bis pajus;- Who from my cabin tempted me to walk God pardon then that are the cause thereof! Upon the hatches; thence we look'd toward Rir. A virtuous and a Christian-like conclu

England, sion,

And cited up a thousand heavy times, To pray for them that hath done scaths to us. During the wars of York and Lancaster

Glo. So do I ever, being well advis’d ;- That had befall’n us. As we pac'd along For had I curs'd now, I bad curs'd myself. Upon the giddy footing of the batches,

(Aside. Methought, that Gloster stumbled; and, in Enter CatesbY.

falling,

Struck me, that thought to stay him, over-board, Cates. Madam, his majesty doth call for Into the tumbling billows of the main. you,

O Lord ! methought, what pain it was to And for your grace,--and you, my noble lords.

drown! Q. Eliz. Cateshy, I come:-Lords will you What dreadful noise of water in mine ears! go with me?

What sights of ugly death within mine eyes! Riv. Nadam, we will attend upon your Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks;

grace. [Exeunt all but GLOSTER. A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon ; * Wonder.

+ Advantage.

Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Put ini a stye

Harin.

Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,

curses.

All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. (holes 2 Murd. O, Sir, better to be brief than Sore lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those

tedious : Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept Let him see our commission; talk no more. (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems,

[A Puper is delirered to BRAKENBURY, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, [by:

who riads it. And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd Brak. I am, in this, commanded to deliver Brak. Had you such leisure in the time of The noble duke of Clarence to your hands:death,

I will not reason what is ineant thereby, To gaze upon these secrets of the deep? Because I will be guiltless of the meaning. Clur. Methought, I had; and often did I Here are the keys;--there sits the duke asleep: strive

I'll to the king; and signify to him, To yield the ghost: but still the envious floud That thus to you I have resign’d my charge. Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth 1 Murd. You may, Sir; 'tis a point of wis. To seek the empty, vast, and wand'ring air;

dom: But smother'd it within my panting bulk,* Fare you well.

[Erit BRAKENBURY. Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.

2 Murd. What, shall we stab him as lie Brak. Awak'd you not with this sore agony? sleeps ? Clur. O, no, my dream was lengthen'd after i Durd. No; he'll say, 'twas done cowardly, life;

when he wakes. O, then began the tempest to my soul!

2 Murd. When he wakes! why, sool, he shall I pass'd, methought, the melancholy food, never wake until the great judgement day. With that grim ferryman which poets write of, 1 Hurd. Why, then he'll say, we stabb’ú him Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.

sleeping. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, 2 Murd. The urging of that word, judgement, Was my great father-in-law, renowned War- hath bred a kind of remorse in me. wick,

1 Murd. What? art thou afraid? Who cried aloud, -What scourge for perjury 2 Murd. Not to kill him, having a warrant Can this dark monarchy atford false Clarence ? for it; but to be damn'd for killing him, from And so he vanish’d: Then came wand'ring by the which no warrant can defend me. A shadow like an angel, with bright hair 1 Murd. I thought, thou had'st been resolute. Dabbled in blood; and he shriek'd out aloud, - 2 Murd. So I am, to let him live. Clurence is come,-:false, fleeting, perjur'd Cla- 1 Murd. I'll back to the duke of Gloster, and rence,

tell him so. That stabb’d ine in the field by Teuksbury ;-- 2 Vurd. Nay, I pr’ythee, stay a little: I hope, Seize on him, furies, take him to your torinents ! this holy humour of mine will change; it was With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends wont to hold me but while one would tell Environd me, and howled in mine ears

twenty. Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, 1 Murd. How dost thou feel thyself now? I trembling wak’d, and, for a season after, 2 Murd. 'Faith some certain dregs of conCould not believe but that I was in hell; science are yet within me. Such terrible impression made my dream. 1 Murd. Remember our reward, when the Bruk. No marvel, lord, though it affrighted deed's done. you!

2 Murd. Come, he dies; I had forgot the reI am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it. ward. Clar. 0, Brakenbury, I have done these 1 Vurd. Where's thy conscience now? things

2 Murd. In the duke of Gloster's purse. That now give evidence against my soul, 1 Murd. So when he opens his purse to give For Edward's sake; and, see, how he requites us our reward, thy conscience flies out. me!

(thee, 2 Vurd. 'Tis no matter; let it go, there's few, O God! if any deep prayers cannot appease or none; will entertain it. But thou wilt be avengd on my misdeeds, 1 Murd. What, if it come to thee again? Yet execute thy wrath on me alone: (dren!- 2 Murd. I'll not meddle with it, it is a danO, spare my guiltless wife, and my poor chil-gerous thing, it makes a man a coward; a man I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by nie; cannot steal, but it accuseth him; a man canMy soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.

not swear,

but it checks him; a man cannot lie Brak. I will, my lord; God give your grace with his neighbours wite, but it detects him: good rest!-

'Tis a blushing shame-fac'd spirit, that muti(CLARENCE reposes himself on a Chair. nies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstaSorrow breaks seasons, and reposing hours cles: it made me once restore a purse of gold, Makes the night morning, and the noun-tide that by chance I found; it beggars any man night.

that keeps it: it is turned out of all towns and Princes have but their titles for their glories, cities for a dangerous thing; and every man, An outward honour for an inward toil; that means to live well, endeavours to trust to And, for unfelt imaginations,

himself, and live without it. They often feel a world of restless cares: 1 Murd. 'Zounds, it is even now at my elbow, So that, between their titles, and low pame, persuading me not to kill the duke. There's nothing differs but the outward fame. 2 Murd. Take the devil in thy mind, and be.

lieve him not: he would insinuate with thee, Enter the two MURDERERS.

but to make thee sigh. 1 Murd. Ho! who's here?

I Murd. I am strong-fram’d, he cannot preBrak. What would'st thou, fellow ? and how vail with me. cam'st thou hither ?

2 Murd. Spoke like a tall" fellow, that re1 Murd. I would speak with Clarence, and I spects his reputation. Come, shall we fall to came hither on my legs.

work? Bruk. What, so briet?

1 Murd. Take him over the custardt with the

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