Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects: Q. Mar. Peace, master marquis, you are malapert; What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable! 700 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 711 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. And in my shame still live my sorrow's rage! 720 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. 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; 730 Look, when he fawns, he bites; and, when he bites, His venom tooth will rankle to the death: Have not to do with him, beware of him Glo. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham ? 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 ; 740 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. Dij 750 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; Riv. A virtuous and a christian-like conclusion, Enter CATESBY. 760 [Aside. 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. Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham; 770 Tell Tell them—that God bids us do good for evil : 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? 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. 790 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. 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, 800 Brak. What was your dream, my lord? I pray you, tell me. Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy ; 810 Upon the hatches; thence we look'd towards Eng land, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster Methought, that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, O Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What |