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Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects:
O, serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty.
Dors. Dispute not with her, she is lunatick.

Q. Mar. Peace, master marquis, you are malapert;
Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current :
O, that your young nobility could judge,

What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable!

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They that stand high, have many blasts to shake

them;

And, if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces. Glo. Good counsel, marry ;-learn it, learn it, marquis.

Dors. It touches you, my lord, as much as me. Glo. Ay, and much more: But I was born so high, Our aiery buildeth in the cedar's top,

And dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun.

Q. Mar. And turns the sun to shade ;-alas! alas!— Witness my sun, now in the shade of death; Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternal darkness folded up.

Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest :

O God, that see'st it, do not suffer it;

As it was won with blood, lost be it so f

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Buck. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charity. Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me; Uncharitably with me have you dealt,

And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd.
My charity is outrage, life my shame-

And in my shame still live my sorrow's rage!
Buck. Have done, have done.

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Q. Mar.

Q. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I'll kiss thy hand, In sign of league and amity with thee: Now fair befall thee, and thy noble house! · Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, Nor thou within the compass of my curse.

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Buck. Nor no one here; for curses never pass The lips of those that breathe them in the air. Q. Mar, I'll not believe but they ascend the sky, And there awake God's gentle-sleeping peace, O Buckingham, beware of yonder dog;

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Look, when he fawns, he bites; and, when he bites, His venom tooth will rankle to the death:

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Have not to do with him, beware of him
Sin, death, and hell, have set their marks upon him;
And all their ministers attend on him.

Glo. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham ?
Buck. Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord.
Q. Mar, What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle

counsel ?

And sooth the devil that I warn thee from } ]

O, but remember this another day,

When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow ;
And say, poor Margaret was a prophetess.
Live each of you the subjects to his hate,

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And he to your's, and all of you, to 'God's!

[Exit.

Buck. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses. Riv. And so doth mine; I wonder, she's at liberty. Glo. I cannot blame her, by God's holy mother; She hath had too much wrong, and I repent My part thereof, that I have done to her.

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Queen.

Queen. I never did her any, to my knowledge.

Glo. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong. I was too hot to do some body good,

That is too cold in thinking of it now.

Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid;
He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains ;-
God pardon them that are the cause thereof!

Riv. A virtuous and a christian-like conclusion,
To pray for them that have done scathe to us.
Glo. So do I ever, being well advis'd;
For had I curs'd now, I had curs'd myself.

Enter CATESBY.

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Cates. Madam, his majesty doth call for youAnd for your grace-and you, my noble lords. Queen. Catesby, I come :-Lords, will you go with

me?

Riv. Madam, we will attend your grace.

[Exeunt all but GLOSTER. Glo. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. The secret mischiefs that I set abroach,

I lay unto the grievous charge of others.
Clarence-whom I, indeed, have laid in darkness
I do beweep to many simple gulls;

Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham;
And tell them-'tis the queen and her allies,
That stir the king against the duke my brother.
Now they believe it; and withal whet me
To be reveng'd on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey:
But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture,

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Tell

Tell them—that God bids us do good for evil :
And thus I clothe my naked villany

With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ;

And seem a saint, when most I play the devil. 780 Enter two Murderers.

But soft, here come my executioners.

How now, my hardy, stout, resolved mates?
Are you now going to dispatch this thing?

1 Murd. We are, my lord; and come to have the warrant,

That we may be admitted where he is.

Glo. Well thought upon, I have it here about me: When you have done, repair to Crosby-Place. But, sirs, be sudden in the execution, Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead ; For Clarence is well spoken, and, perhaps,

May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him.

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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 mill-stones, when fools' eyes

drop tears:

I like you, lads ;-about your business straight;

Go, go, dispatch.

1 Murd. We will, my noble lord.

[Exeunt.

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SCENE IV.

An Apartment in the Tower. Enter CLARENCE, and BRAKENBURY.

Brak. Why looks your grace so heavily to-day?

Clar. O, I have past a miserable night,
So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,
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.

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Brak. What was your dream, my lord? I pray you,

tell me.

Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the
Tower,

And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy ;
And, in my company, my brother Gloster:
Who from my cabin tempted me to walk

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Upon the hatches; thence we look'd towards Eng

land,

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!

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