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The Life and Death of Richard the Third.
During the warres of Yorke and Lancaster
That had befalne vs. As we pac'd along
Vpon the giddy footing of the Hatches,
Me thought that Glouster stumbled, and in falling
Strooke me (that thought to stay him) ouer-boord,
Into the tumbling billowes of the maine.
O Lord, me thought what paine it was to drowne,
What dreadfull noise of water in mine eares,
What sights of vgly death within mine eyes.
Me thoughts, I saw a thousand fearfull wrackes:
A thousand men that Fishes gnaw'd vpon:
Wedges of Gold, great Anchors, heapes of Pearle,
Inestimable Stones, vnvalewed Iewels,
All scattred in the bottome of the Sea,
Some lay in dead-mens Sculles, and in the holes
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept
(As 'twere in scorne of eyes) reflecting Gemmes,
That woo'd the slimy bottome of the deepe,
And mock'd the dead bones that lay scattred by.
That had befalne vs. As we pac'd along
Vpon the giddy footing of the Hatches,
Me thought that Glouster stumbled, and in falling
Strooke me (that thought to stay him) ouer-boord,
Into the tumbling billowes of the maine.
O Lord, me thought what paine it was to drowne,
What dreadfull noise of water in mine eares,
What sights of vgly death within mine eyes.
Me thoughts, I saw a thousand fearfull wrackes:
A thousand men that Fishes gnaw'd vpon:
Wedges of Gold, great Anchors, heapes of Pearle,
Inestimable Stones, vnvalewed Iewels,
All scattred in the bottome of the Sea,
Some lay in dead-mens Sculles, and in the holes
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept
(As 'twere in scorne of eyes) reflecting Gemmes,
That woo'd the slimy bottome of the deepe,
And mock'd the dead bones that lay scattred by.
Keep.
Had you such leysure in the time of death
To gaze vpon these secrets of the deepe?
Had you such leysure in the time of death
To gaze vpon these secrets of the deepe?
Cla.
Me thought I had, and often did I striue
To yeeld the Ghost: but still the enuious Flood
Stop'd in my soule, and would not let it forth
To find the empty, vast, and wand'ring ayre:
But smother'd it within my panting bulke,
Who almost burst, to belch it in the Sea.
Me thought I had, and often did I striue
To yeeld the Ghost: but still the enuious Flood
Stop'd in my soule, and would not let it forth
To find the empty, vast, and wand'ring ayre:
But smother'd it within my panting bulke,
Who almost burst, to belch it in the Sea.
Keep.
Awak'd you not in this sore Agony?
Awak'd you not in this sore Agony?
Clar.
No, no, my Dreame was lengthen'd after life.
O then, began the Tempest to my Soule.
I past (me thought) the Melancholly Flood,
With that sowre Ferry-man which Poets write of,
Vnto the Kingdome of perpetuall Night.
The first that there did greet my Stranger-soule,
Was my great Father-in-Law, renowned Warwicke,
Who spake alowd: What scourge for Periurie,
Can this darke Monarchy affoord false Clarence?
And so he vanish'd. Then came wand'ring by,
A Shadow like an Angell, with bright hayre
Dabbel'd in blood, and he shriek'd out alowd
Clarence is come, false, fleeting, periur'd Clarence,
That stabb'd me in the field by Tewkesbury:
Seize on him Furies, take him vnto Torment.
With that (me thought) a Legion of foule Fiends
Inuiron'd me, and howled in mine eares
Such hiddeous cries, that with the very Noise,
I (trembling) wak'd, and for a season after,
Could not beleeue, but that I was in Hell,
Such terrible Impression made my Dreame.
No, no, my Dreame was lengthen'd after life.
O then, began the Tempest to my Soule.
I past (me thought) the Melancholly Flood,
With that sowre Ferry-man which Poets write of,
Vnto the Kingdome of perpetuall Night.
The first that there did greet my Stranger-soule,
Was my great Father-in-Law, renowned Warwicke,
Who spake alowd: What scourge for Periurie,
Can this darke Monarchy affoord false Clarence?
And so he vanish'd. Then came wand'ring by,
A Shadow like an Angell, with bright hayre
Dabbel'd in blood, and he shriek'd out alowd
Clarence is come, false, fleeting, periur'd Clarence,
That stabb'd me in the field by Tewkesbury:
Seize on him Furies, take him vnto Torment.
With that (me thought) a Legion of foule Fiends
Inuiron'd me, and howled in mine eares
Such hiddeous cries, that with the very Noise,
I (trembling) wak'd, and for a season after,
Could not beleeue, but that I was in Hell,
Such terrible Impression made my Dreame.
Keep.
No maruell Lord, though it affrighted you,
I am affraid (me thinkes) to heare you tell it.
No maruell Lord, though it affrighted you,
I am affraid (me thinkes) to heare you tell it.
Cla.
Ah Keeper, Keeper, I haue done these things
(That now giue euidence against my Soule)
For Edwards sake, and see how he requits mee.
O God! if my deepe prayres cannot appease thee,
But thou wilt be aueng'd on my misdeeds,
Yet execute thy wrath in me alone:
O spare my guiltlesse Wife, and my poore children.
Keeper, I prythee sit by me a-while,
My Soule is heauy, and I faine would sleepe.
Ah Keeper, Keeper, I haue done these things
(That now giue euidence against my Soule)
For Edwards sake, and see how he requits mee.
O God! if my deepe prayres cannot appease thee,
But thou wilt be aueng'd on my misdeeds,
Yet execute thy wrath in me alone:
O spare my guiltlesse Wife, and my poore children.
Keeper, I prythee sit by me a-while,
My Soule is heauy, and I faine would sleepe.
Keep.
I will my Lord, God giue your Grace good rest.
I will my Lord, God giue your Grace good rest.
Enter Brakenbury the Lieutenant.
Bra.
Sorrow breakes Seasons, and reposing houres,
Makes the Night Morning, and the Noon-tide night:
Princes haue but their Titles for their Glories,
An outward Honor, for an inward Toyle,
And for vnfelt Imaginations
They often feele a world of restlesse Cares:
So that betweene their Titles, and low Name,
There's nothing differs, but the outward fame.
Sorrow breakes Seasons, and reposing houres,
Makes the Night Morning, and the Noon-tide night:
Princes haue but their Titles for their Glories,
An outward Honor, for an inward Toyle,
And for vnfelt Imaginations
They often feele a world of restlesse Cares:
So that betweene their Titles, and low Name,
There's nothing differs, but the outward fame.
Enter two Murtherers.
1. Mur.
Ho, who's heere?
Ho, who's heere?
Bra.
What would'st thou Fellow? And how camm'st
thou hither.
What would'st thou Fellow? And how camm'st
thou hither.
2. Mur.
I would speak with Clarence, and I came hither
on my Legges.
I would speak with Clarence, and I came hither
on my Legges.
Bra.
What so breefe?
What so breefe?
1.
'Tis better (Sir) then to be tedious:
ReadsLet him see our Commission, and talke no more.
'Tis better (Sir) then to be tedious:
ReadsLet him see our Commission, and talke no more.
Bra.
I am in this, commanded to deliuer
The Noble Duke of Clarence to your hands.
I will not reason what is meant heereby,
Because I will be guiltlesse from the meaning.
There lies the Duke asleepe, and there the Keyes.
Ile to the King, and signifie to him,
Exit.That thus I haue resign'd to you my charge.
I am in this, commanded to deliuer
The Noble Duke of Clarence to your hands.
I will not reason what is meant heereby,
Because I will be guiltlesse from the meaning.
There lies the Duke asleepe, and there the Keyes.
Ile to the King, and signifie to him,
Exit.That thus I haue resign'd to you my charge.
1
You may sir, 'tis a point of wisedome:
Far you well.
You may sir, 'tis a point of wisedome:
Far you well.
2
What, shall we stab him as he sleepes.
What, shall we stab him as he sleepes.
1
No: hee'l say 'twas done cowardly, when he wakes
No: hee'l say 'twas done cowardly, when he wakes
2
Why he shall neuer wake, vntill the great
Iudgement day.
Why he shall neuer wake, vntill the great
Iudgement day.
1
Why then hee'l say, we stab'd him sleeping.
Why then hee'l say, we stab'd him sleeping.
2
The vrging of that word Iudgement, hath bred a
kinde of remorse in me.
The vrging of that word Iudgement, hath bred a
kinde of remorse in me.
1
What? art thou affraid?
What? art thou affraid?
2
Not to kill him, hauing a Warrant,
But to be damn'd for killing him, from the which
No Warrant can defend me.
Not to kill him, hauing a Warrant,
But to be damn'd for killing him, from the which
No Warrant can defend me.
1
I thought thou had'st bin resolute.
I thought thou had'st bin resolute.
2
So I am, to let him liue.
So I am, to let him liue.
1
Ile backe to the Duke of Glouster, and tell him so.
Ile backe to the Duke of Glouster, and tell him so.
2
Nay, I prythee stay a little:
I hope this passionate humor of mine, will change,
It was wont to hold me but while one tels twenty.
Nay, I prythee stay a little:
I hope this passionate humor of mine, will change,
It was wont to hold me but while one tels twenty.
1
How do'st thou feele thy selfe now?
How do'st thou feele thy selfe now?
2
Some certaine dregges of conscience are yet with
in mee.
Some certaine dregges of conscience are yet with
in mee.
1
Remember our Reward, when the deed's done.
Remember our Reward, when the deed's done.
2
Come, he dies: I had forgot the Reward.
Come, he dies: I had forgot the Reward.
1
Where's thy conscience now.
Where's thy conscience now.
2
O, in the Duke of Glousters purse.
O, in the Duke of Glousters purse.
1
When hee opens his purse to giue vs our Reward,
thy Conscience flyes out.
When hee opens his purse to giue vs our Reward,
thy Conscience flyes out.
2
'Tis no matter, let it goe: There's few or none will
entertaine it.
'Tis no matter, let it goe: There's few or none will
entertaine it.
1
What if it come to thee againe?
What if it come to thee againe?
2
Ile not meddle with it, it makes a man a Coward:
A man cannot steale, but it accuseth him: A man cannot
Sweare, but it Checkes him: A man cannot lye with his
Neighbours Wife, but it detects him. 'Tis a blushing
shamefac'd spirit, that mutinies in a mans bosome: It
filles a man full of Obstacles. It made me once restore a
Pursse of Gold that (by chance) I found: It beggars any
man that keepes it: It is turn'd out of Townes and Citties
for a dangerous thing, and euery man that means to
liue well, endeuours to trust to himselfe, and liue
vvithout it.
Ile not meddle with it, it makes a man a Coward:
A man cannot steale, but it accuseth him: A man cannot
Sweare, but it Checkes him: A man cannot lye with his
Neighbours Wife, but it detects him. 'Tis a blushing
shamefac'd spirit, that mutinies in a mans bosome: It
filles a man full of Obstacles. It made me once restore a
Pursse of Gold that (by chance) I found: It beggars any
man that keepes it: It is turn'd out of Townes and Citties
for a dangerous thing, and euery man that means to
liue well, endeuours to trust to himselfe, and liue
vvithout it.
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