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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,
Clar. Methought, I had; and often did I ftrive
Brak. Awak'd you not with this fad agony ?
I paft, methought, the melancholy flood,
Such hideous cries, that with the very noise
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
For Edward's fake: and, fee, how he requites me!
O, fpare my guiltless wife, and my poor children!
Sorrow breaks seasons and repofing hours, Makes night morning, and the noon-tide night.
Greatness, it's Carís.
(5) Princes have but their titles for their glories, An outward honour, for an inward toil ; And, for unfelt imaginations,
They often feel a world of endless cares :
SCENE V. The Murtherers Account of Confcience. ;
I'll not meddle with; it is a dangerous thing, it makes a man a coward; a man cannot fteal, but it accufeth him; a man cannot fwear, but it checks him; a man cannot lye with his neighbour's wife, but it detects him. 'Tis a blufhing fhame-fac'd fpirit, that mutinies in a man's bofom; it fills one full of obftacles. It made me once reftore a purfe of gold, that by chance I found. It beggars any man that 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 truft 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 Truft in Men.
(7) O momentary grace of mortal men,
Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks,
(6) In, &c.] This is spoken by the marquis of Dorset 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 in man.
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 ftopt :