Dabbled in Blood, and he' fhriek'd out aloud Clar. Ah Keeper, Keeper, I have done these things, That now give evidence against my Soul, For Edward's fake; and fee how he requites me. O fpare my guiltlefs Wife, and my poor Children. My Soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep. Keep. I will, my Lord, God give your Grace good rest. Brak. Sorrow breaks Seafons and repofing hours, An outward Honour, for an inward Toil; And for unfelt Imaginations, They often feel a world of reflefs Cares: 1 Vil. Ho; who's here? Brak. What would'ft thou, Fellow? And how cam'ft thou hither? 2 Vil. I would fpeak with Clarence, and I came hither on my Legs. Brak. What, fo brief? 1 Vil. 'Tis better, Sir, than to be tedious: Let him fee our Commiffion, and talk no more. Brak Brack. I am in this commanded, to deliver 1 Vil. You may, Sir, 'tis a point of Wisdom: Fare you well. 2 Vil. What, fhall we ftab him as he fleeps? [Reads. [Exit. 1 Vil. No; he'll fay 'twas done cowardly, when he wakes. 2 Vil. Why he fhall never wake, until the great Judg ment Day. 1 Vil. Why then he'll fay we ftabb'd him sleeping. 2 Vil. The urging of that word Judgment, hath bred a kind of Remorfe in me. 1 Vil. What? art thou afraid 2. 2 Vil. Not to kill him, having a Warrant. But to be damn'd for killing him, from the which 1 Vil. I thought thou hadst been resolute. 2 Vil. So I am, to let him live. 1-Vil. I'll back to the Duke of Glo'ster, and tell him fo 2 Vil. Nay, prithee ftay a little: I hope this paffionate Humour of mine will change; 2 Vil. Some certain dregs of Confcience are yet within me. I Vil. Remember the Reward, when the Deed's dones 2-Vil. Come he dies: I had forgot the Reward. 1 Vil. Where's thy Confcience now? 2 Vil. O, in the Duke of Glofter's Purse. 1 Vil. When he opens his Purfe to give us our Reward, thy Confcience flies out. 2 Vil. 'Tis no matter, let it go; there's few or none will entertain it. 1 Vil. What if it come to thee again? 2 Vil. I'll not meddle with it, it makes a Man a Coward A Man cannot steal, but it accuseth him; a Man cannot fwear, but it checks. him; a Man cannot lie with his B 4 Neigh Neighbour's Wife, but it detects him. 'Tis a blushing fhame-fac'd Spirit, that mutinies in a Man's Bofom: It fills a Man full of Obftacles. It made me once reftore a Purse of Gold, that, by chance, I found. It beggars any Man that keeps it. It is turn'd out of Towns and Cities for a dangerous thing, and every Man that means to live well, endeavours to trust himself, and live without it. 1 Vil. Tis even now at my Elbow, perfuading me not to kill the Duke. 2 Vil. Take the Devil in thy mind, and believe him not: He would infinuate with thee but to make thee figh. 1 Vil. I am ftrong fram'd, he cannot prevail with me. 2 Vil. Spoke like a tall Man, that refpects thy Reputation. Come, fhall we fall to work? 1 Vil. Take him on the Coflard, with the Hilt of thy Sword, and then throw him into the Malmfie-butt in the next Room. 2 Vil. O excellent Device, and make a Sop of him. 1 Vil. Soft, he wakes. 2 Vil. Strike. 1 Vil. No, we'll reafon with him. Clar. Where art thou, Keeper? Give me a Cup of Wine. 2 Vil. You fhall have Wine enough, my Lord, anon. Clar. In God's Name what art thou? 1 Vil. A Man, as you are. Clar. But not as I am, Royal. 1 Vil. Nor you as we are, Loyal. Clar. Thy Voice is thunder, but thy Looks are humble. 1 Vil. My Voice is now the King's, my Looks mine own. Clar. How darkly, and how deadly doft thou speak? Your Eyes do menace me: Why look you pale? Who fent you hither? wherefore do you come? 2 Vil. To, to, to Clar. To Murther me? Both. Ay, ay. Clar. You fcarcely have the Hearts to tell me fo! And therefore cannot have the Hearts to do it. Wherein, my Friends, have I offended you? 1 Vil. Offended us you have not, but the King, Clar. I fhall be reconcil'd to him again, 2 Vil. Never, my Lord, therefore prepare to die. To threaten me with Death, is most unlawful. 1 Vil. What we will do, we do upon command. Take heed, for he holds Vengeance in his Hand 2 Vil. And that fame Vengeance doth he hurl on thee For falfe forfwearing, and for Murther too: Thou didst receive the Sacrament, to fight In quarrel of the Houfe of Lancafter. i Vil. And like a Traitor to the name of God, Didft break that Vow, and with thy treacherous blade, Unrip'dft the Bowels of thy Soveraign's Sou. 2 Vil. Whom thou waft fworn to cherish and defend. 1 Vil. How canft thou urge God's dreadful Law to us, When thou haft broke it in fuch high degree? Clar. Alas! for whofe fake did I that ill deed? He fends you not to murther me for this: If God will be avenged for the deed, a Vil. Who made thee then a bloody Minifter, B 5 When When gallant fpringing brave Plantagenet, That Princely Novice, was ftruck dead by thee? Clar. If you do love my Brother, hate not me: 2 Vil. You are deceiv'd, your Brother Glo'fter hates you Clar. Oh no, he loves me, and he holds me dear: Go you to him from me.. 1 Vil. Ay, fo we will. Clar. Tell him, when that our princely Father York, Bleft his three Sons with his victorious Arm, He little thought of this divided Friendship: Bid Glofter think on this, and he will weep. 1 Vil. Ay, Milftones; as he leffon'd us to weep Clar. O do not flander him, for he is kind. I Vil. Right, as Snow in Harveft: Come, you deceive your felf, Tis he that fends us co deftroy you here.. Clar. It cannot be, for he bewept my Fortune,. And hugg'd me in his Arms, and fwore with fobs, That he would labour my Delivery.. 1 Vil. Why fo he doth, when he delivers you From this Earth's thraldom, to the Joys of Heav'n. 2 Vil. Make peace with God, for you muft die, my Lord, Clar. Have you that holy feeling in your Souls, To counfel me to make my peace with God, And are you yet to your own Souls fo blind, That you will War with God, by murd'ring me? O Sirs, confider, they that fet you on To do this deed, will hate you for the deed. 2 Vil. What fhall we do? Clar. Relent, and fave your Souls: Which of you, if you were a Prince's Son, Being pent from Liberty, as I am now, |