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(4) But then I figh, and with a piece of fcripture,
With old odd ends, ftol'n forth of holy writ,
SCENE V. The Tower.
Clarence and Brakenbury.
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 Glo'fter; Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches. Thence we look'd tow'rd England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster, That had befal'n us. As we pac'd along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought, that Glo'fter ftumbled; and in falling Struck me (that fought to stay him) over-board, Into the tumbling billows of the main. Lord, lord, methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in my ears! What fights of ugly death within mine eyes! I thought, I faw a thousand fearful wrecks; A thousand men, that fifhes gnaw'd upon! Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Ineftimable ftones, unvalued jewels;
Some lay in dead mens skulls; and in those holes,
(4) See Merchant of Venice, p. 60, n, 5. and p. 54. preceding. Where
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept,
such leisure in the time of death, To gaze upon the secrets of the deep ?
Clar. Methought, I had ; and often did I strive
Brak. Awak'd you not with this sad agony
Clar. No, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life.
noise 1, treinbling wak'd ; and for a season after Could not believe but that I was in hell: Such terrible impression made my dream.
Brak. No marvel, lord, that it affrighted you ; I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it.
Clar. Ah! Brakenbury, I have done those things
Greatness, it's Cares. (5) Princes have but their titles for their glories, An outward honour, for an inward toil ; And, for unfelt imaginat ons, They often feel a world of endless cares : So that between their titles, and low name, There's nothing differs but the outward fame. Scene V. The Murtherers Account of Conscience. .
I'll not meddle with ; it is a dangerous thing, it makes a man a coward ; a man cannot steal, but it accuseth him ; a man cannot swear, but it checks him ; a man cannot lye with his neighbour's wife, but it detects him. 'Tis a blufhing shame-fac'd spirit, that mutinies in a man's bosom ; it fills one full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold, that by chance I found. It beggars any man thac keeps it. It is turned out of towns and cities for a
(5) See pages 50, 51, &c. and the notes foregoing.
dangerous thing; and every man that means to live well, endeavours to trust to himself, and live without it.
ACT II. SCENE II.
Ah! that deceit fhould fteal fuch gentle fhape, And with a virtuous vizor hide deep vice!
Submiffion to Heaven, our Duty.
(6) In common worldly things 'tis call'd ungrateful With dull unwillingness to pay a debt,
Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent;
The Vanity of Trust in Men.
(7) O momentary grace of mortal men,
Ready with every nod to tumble down
(6) In, &c.] This is spoken by the marquis of Dorfet to the queen, when bewailing the lofs of her husband Edward IV.
(7) 0, &c.] This poffibly might have rifen from the following lines in the 118th Pfalm.
It is better to truft in the lord, than to put any confidence
It is better to truft in the lord, than to put any confidence in princes, &c. See too the 20th Pfalm.
SCENE VII. CONTEMPLATION.
When holy and devout religious men
SCENE III. Defcription of the Murder of the two young Princes in the Tower.
The tyrannous and bloody act is done;
Their lips were four red rofes on a stalk,
And in their fummer beauty kifs'd each other,
Which once, (quoth Forreft) almost chang'd my
But, oh the Devil-there the villain stopt :