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Act I, Scene 4
1London. The Tower.
2Enter Clarence and Brakenbury.
3BrakenburyWhy looks your grace so heavily to-day?
4ClarenceO, 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!
5BrakenburyWhat was your dream? I long to hear you tell it.
6ClarenceMethoughts that I had broken from the Tower,
And was embark’d to cross to Burgundy;
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.
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,
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.
7BrakenburyHad you such leisure in the time of death
To gaze upon the secrets of the deep?
8ClarenceMethought 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,
Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.
9BrakenburyAwaked you not with this sore agony?
10ClarenceO, 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
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
I trembling waked, and for a season after
Could not believe but that I was in hell,
Such terrible impression made the dream.
11BrakenburyNo marvel, my lord, though it affrighted you;
I promise you, I am afraid to hear you tell it.
12ClarenceO 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,
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.
13BrakenburyI will, my lord: God give your grace good rest! Clarence sleeps.
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours,
Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night.
Princes have but their titles for their glories,
An outward honour for an inward toil;
And, for unfelt imagination,
They often feel a world of restless cares:
So that, betwixt their tides and low names,
There’s nothing differs but the outward fame.
14Enter the two Murderers.
15First MurdererHo! who’s here?
16BrakenburyIn God’s name what are you, and how came you hither?
17First MurdererI would speak with Clarence, and I came hither on my legs.
18BrakenburyYea, are you so brief?
19Second MurdererO sir, it is better to be brief than tedious. Shew him our commission; talk no more. Brakenbury reads it.
20BrakenburyI 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.
Here are the keys, there sits the duke asleep:
I’ll to the king; and signify to him
That thus I have resign’d my charge to you.
21First MurdererDo so, it is a point of wisdom: fare you well. Exit Brakenbury.
22Second MurdererWhat, shall we stab him as he sleeps?
23First MurdererNo; then he will say ’twas done cowardly, when he wakes.
24Second MurdererWhen he wakes! why, fool, he shall never wake till the judgment-day.
25First MurdererWhy, then he will say we stabbed him sleeping.
26Second MurdererThe urging of that word “judgment” hath bred a kind of remorse in me.
27First MurdererWhat, art thou afraid?
28Second MurdererNot to kill him, having a warrant for it; but to be damned for killing him, from which no warrant can defend us.
29First MurdererI thought thou hadst been resolute.
30Second MurdererSo I am, to let him live.
31First MurdererBack to the Duke of Gloucester, tell him so.
32Second MurdererI pray thee, stay a while: I hope my holy humour will change; ’twas wont to hold me but while one would tell twenty.
33First MurdererHow dost thou feel thyself now?
34Second Murderer’Faith, some certain dregs of conscience are yet within me.
35First MurdererRemember our reward, when the deed is done.
36Second Murderer’Zounds, he dies: I had forgot the reward.
37First MurdererWhere is thy conscience now?
38Second MurdererIn the Duke of Gloucester’s purse.
39First MurdererSo when he opens his purse to give us our reward, thy conscience flies out.
40Second MurdererLet it go; there’s few or none will entertain it.
41First MurdererHow if it come to thee again?
42Second MurdererI’ll not meddle with it: it is a dangerous thing: it makes a man a coward: a man cannot steal, but it accuseth him; he cannot swear, but it checks him; he 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 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.
43First Murderer’Zounds, it is even now at my elbow, persuading me not to kill the duke.
44Second MurdererTake the devil in thy mind, and believe him not: he would insinuate with thee but to make thee sigh.
45First MurdererTut, I am strong-framed, he cannot prevail with me, I warrant thee.
46Second MurdererSpoke like a tall fellow that respects his reputation. Come, shall we to this gear?
47First MurdererTake him over the costard with the hilts of thy sword, and then we will chop him in the malmsey-butt in the next room.
48Second MurdererO excellent device! make a sop of him.
49First MurdererHark! he stirs: shall I strike?
50Second MurdererNo, first let’s reason with him.
51ClarenceWhere art thou, keeper? give me a cup of wine.
52Second murdererYou shall have wine enough, my lord, anon.
53ClarenceIn God’s name, what art thou?
54Second MurdererA man, as you are.
55ClarenceBut not, as I am, royal.
56Second MurdererNor you, as we are, loyal.
57ClarenceThy voice is thunder, but thy looks are humble.
58Second MurdererMy voice is now the king’s, my looks mine own.
59ClarenceHow darkly and how deadly dost thou speak!
Your eyes do menace me: why look you pale?
Who sent you hither? Wherefore do you come?
60BothTo, to, to—
61ClarenceTo murder me?
62BothAy, ay.
63ClarenceYou scarcely have the hearts to tell me so,
And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it.
Wherein, my friends, have I offended you?
64First MurdererOffended us you have not, but the king.
65ClarenceI shall be reconciled to him again.
66Second MurdererNever, my lord; therefore prepare to die.
67ClarenceAre 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,
That you depart and lay no hands on me:
The deed you undertake is damnable.
68First MurdererWhat we will do, we do upon command.
69Second MurdererAnd he that hath commanded is the king.
70ClarenceErroneous 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 fulfil a man’s?
Take heed; for he holds vengeance in his hands,
To hurl upon their heads that break his law.
71Second MurdererAnd 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.
72First MurdererAnd, 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.
73Second MurdererWhom thou wert sworn to cherish and defend.
74First MurdererHow canst thou urge God’s dreadful law to us,
When thou hast broke it in so dear degree?
75ClarenceAlas! 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;
He needs no indirect nor lawless course
To cut off those that have offended him.
76First MurdererWho made thee, then, a bloody minister,
When gallant-springing brave Plantagenet,
That princely novice, was struck dead by thee?
77ClarenceMy brother’s love, the devil, and my rage.
78First MurdererThy brother’s love, our duty, and thy fault,
Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee.
79ClarenceOh, if you love my brother, hate not me;
I am his brother, and I love him well.
If you be hired 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.
80Second MurdererYou are deceived, your brother Gloucester hates you.
81ClarenceO, no, he loves me, and he holds me dear:
Go you to him from me.
82BothAy, so we will.
83ClarenceTell 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,
He little thought of this divided friendship:
Bid Gloucester think of this, and he will weep.
84First MurdererAy, millstones; as he lesson’d us to weep.
85ClarenceO, do not slander him, for he is kind.
86First MurdererRight,
As snow in harvest. Thou deceivest thyself:
’Tis he that sent us hither now to slaughter thee.
87ClarenceIt 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.
88Second MurdererWhy, so he doth, now he delivers thee
From this world’s thraldom to the joys of heaven.
89First MurdererMake peace with God, for you must die, my lord.
90ClarenceHast 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.
91Second MurdererWhat shall we do?
92ClarenceRelent, and save your souls.
93First MurdererRelent! ’tis cowardly and womanish.
94ClarenceNot 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?
95Second MurdererLook behind you, my lord.
96First MurdererTake that, and that: if all this will not do, stabs him
I’ll drown you in the malmsey-butt within. Exit, with the body.
97Second MurdererA bloody deed, and desperately dispatch’d!
How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands
Of this most grievous guilty murder done!
98Reenter First Murderer.
99First MurdererHow now! what mean’st thou, that thou help’st me not?
By heavens, the duke shall know how slack thou art!
100Second MurdererI would he knew that I had saved his brother!
Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say;
For I repent me that the duke is slain. Exit.
101First MurdererSo 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.