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King Richard III
act i   Scene 4.
William Shakespeare
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       London. The Tower
       Enter CLARENCE and KEEPER
       KEEPER
       Why looks your Grace so heavily to-day?
       CLARENCE
       O, I have pass'd 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!
       KEEPER
       What was your dream, my lord? I pray you
       tell me.
       CLARENCE
       Methoughts that I had broken from the Tower
       And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy;
       And in my company my brother Gloucester,
       Who from my cabin tempted me to walk
       Upon the hatches. Thence we look'd toward England,
       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 Gloucester stumbled, and in falling
       Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard
       Into the tumbling billows of the main.
       O Lord, methought what pain it was to drown,
       What dreadful noise of waters in my ears,
       What sights of ugly death within my eyes!
       Methoughts I saw a thousand fearful wrecks,
       A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon,
       Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
       Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
       All scatt'red in the bottom of the sea;
       Some lay in dead men's skulls, and in the holes
       Where eyes did once inhabit there were crept,
       As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems,
       That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep
       And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatt'red by.
       KEEPER
       Had you such leisure in the time of death
       To gaze upon these secrets of the deep?
       CLARENCE
       Methought I had; and often did I strive
       To yield the ghost, but still the envious flood
       Stopp'd in my soul and would not let it forth
       To find the empty, vast, and wand'ring air;
       But smother'd it within my panting bulk,
       Who almost burst to belch it in the sea.
       KEEPER
       Awak'd you not in this sore agony?
       CLARENCE
       No, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life.
       O, then began the tempest to my soul!
       I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood
       With that sour ferryman which poets write of,
       Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.
       The first that there did greet my stranger soul
       Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick,
       Who spake aloud 'What scourge for perjury
       Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?'
       And so he vanish'd. Then came wand'ring by
       A shadow like an angel, with bright hair
       Dabbled in blood, and he shriek'd out aloud
       'Clarence is come-false, fleeting, perjur'd Clarence,
       That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury.
       Seize on him, Furies, take him unto torment!'
       With that, methoughts, a legion of foul fiends
       Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears
       Such hideous cries that, with the very noise,
       I trembling wak'd, and for a season after
       Could not believe but that I was in hell,
       Such terrible impression made my dream.
       KEEPER
       No marvel, lord, though it affrighted you;
       I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it.
       CLARENCE
       Ah, Keeper, Keeper, I have done these things
       That now give evidence against my soul
       For Edward's sake, and see how he requites me!
       O God! If my deep prayers cannot appease Thee,
       But Thou wilt be aveng'd on my misdeeds,
       Yet execute Thy wrath in me alone;
       O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!
       KEEPER, I prithee sit by me awhile;
       My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.
       KEEPER
       I will, my lord. God give your Grace good rest.
       [CLARENCE sleeps]
       Enter BRAKENBURY the Lieutenant
       BRAKENBURY
       Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours,
       Makes the night morning and the noontide night.
       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 restless cares,
       So that between their tides and low name
       There's nothing differs but the outward fame.
       Enter the two MURDERERS
       FIRST MURDERER
       Ho! who's here?
       BRAKENBURY
       What wouldst thou, fellow, and how cam'st
       thou hither?
       FIRST MURDERER
       I would speak with Clarence, and I came
       hither on my legs.
       BRAKENBURY
       What, so brief?
       SECOND MURDERER
       'Tis better, sir, than to be tedious. Let
       him see our commission and talk no more.
       [BRAKENBURY reads it]
       BRAKENBURY
       I am, in this, commanded to deliver
       The noble Duke of Clarence to your hands.
       I will not reason what is meant hereby,
       Because I will be guiltless from the meaning.
       There lies the Duke asleep; and there the keys.
       I'll to the King and signify to him
       That thus I have resign'd to you my charge.
       FIRST MURDERER
       You may, sir; 'tis a point of wisdom. Fare
       you well.
       Exeunt BRAKENBURY and KEEPER
       SECOND MURDERER
       What, shall I stab him as he sleeps?
       FIRST MURDERER
       No; he'll say 'twas done cowardly, when
       he wakes.
       SECOND MURDERER
       Why, he shall never wake until the great
       judgment-day.
       FIRST MURDERER
       Why, then he'll say we stabb'd him
       sleeping.
       SECOND MURDERER
       The urging of that word judgment hath
       bred a kind of remorse in me.
       FIRST MURDERER
       What, art thou afraid?
       SECOND MURDERER
       Not to kill him, having a warrant; but to
       be damn'd for killing him, from the which no warrant can
       defend me.
       FIRST MURDERER
       I thought thou hadst been resolute.
       SECOND MURDERER
       So I am, to let him live.
       FIRST MURDERER
       I'll back to the Duke of Gloucester and
       tell him so.
       SECOND MURDERER
       Nay, I prithee, stay a little. I hope this
       passionate humour of mine will change; it was wont to
       hold me but while one tells twenty.
       FIRST MURDERER
       How dost thou feel thyself now?
        SECOND MURDERER
       Faith, some certain dregs of conscience
       are yet within me.
       FIRST MURDERER
       Remember our reward, when the deed's
       done.
       SECOND MURDERER
       Zounds, he dies; I had forgot the reward.
       FIRST MURDERER
       Where's thy conscience now?
       SECOND MURDERER
       O, in the Duke of Gloucester's purse!
       FIRST MURDERER
       When he opens his purse to give us our
       reward, thy conscience flies out.
       SECOND MURDERER
       'Tis no matter; let it go; there's few or
       none will entertain it.
       FIRST MURDERER
       What if it come to thee again?
       SECOND MURDERER
       I'll not meddle with it-it makes a man
       coward: a man cannot steal, but it accuseth him; a man
       cannot swear, but it checks him; a man cannot lie with his
       neighbour's wife, but it detects him. 'Tis a blushing shame-
       fac'd spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills a man
       full of obstacles: it made me once restore 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
       to himself and live without it.
       FIRST MURDERER
       Zounds, 'tis even now at my elbow,
       persuading me not to kill the Duke.
       SECOND MURDERER
       Take the devil in thy mind and believe
       him not; he would insinuate with thee but to make thee
       sigh.
       FIRST MURDERER
       I am strong-fram'd; he cannot prevail with
       me.
       SECOND MURDERER
       Spoke like a tall man that respects thy
       reputation. Come, shall we fall to work?
       FIRST MURDERER
       Take him on the costard with the hilts of
       thy sword, and then chop him in the malmsey-butt in the
       next room.
       SECOND MURDERER
       O excellent device! and make a sop of
       him.
       FIRST MURDERER
       Soft! he wakes.
       SECOND MURDERER
       Strike!
       FIRST MURDERER
       No, we'll reason with him.
       CLARENCE
       Where art thou, Keeper? Give me a cup of wine.
       SECOND MURDERER
       You shall have wine enough, my lord,
       anon.
       CLARENCE
       In God's name, what art thou?
       FIRST MURDERER
       A man, as you are.
       CLARENCE
       But not as I am, royal.
       SECOND MURDERER
       Nor you as we are, loyal.
       CLARENCE
       Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are humble.
       FIRST MURDERER
       My voice is now the King's, my looks
       mine own.
       CLARENCE
       How darkly and how deadly dost thou speak!
       Your eyes do menace me. Why look you pale?
       Who sent you hither? Wherefore do you come?
       SECOND MURDERER
       To, to, to-
       CLARENCE
       To murder me?
       BOTH MURDERERS
       Ay, ay.
       CLARENCE
       You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so,
       And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it.
       Wherein, my friends, have I offended you?
       FIRST MURDERER
       Offended us you have not, but the King.
       CLARENCE
       I shall be reconcil'd to him again.
       SECOND MURDERER
       Never, my lord; therefore prepare to die.
       CLARENCE
       Are you drawn forth among a world of men
       To slay the innocent? What is my offence?
       Where is the evidence that doth accuse me?
       What lawful quest have given their verdict up
       Unto the frowning judge, or who pronounc'd
       The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death?
       Before I be convict by course of law,
       To threaten me with death is most unlawful.
       I charge you, as you hope to have redemption
       By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins,
       That you depart and lay no hands on me.
       The deed you undertake is damnable.
       FIRST MURDERER
       What we will do, we do upon command.
       SECOND MURDERER
       And he that hath commanded is our
       King.
       CLARENCE
       Erroneous vassals! the great King of kings
       Hath in the tables of his law commanded
       That thou shalt do no murder. Will you then
       Spurn at his edict and fulfil a man's?
       Take heed; for he holds vengeance in his hand
       To hurl upon their heads that break his law.
       SECOND MURDERER
       And that same vengeance doth he hurl
       on thee
       For false forswearing, and for murder too;
       Thou didst receive the sacrament to fight
       In quarrel of the house of Lancaster.
       FIRST MURDERER
       And like a traitor to the name of God
       Didst break that vow; and with thy treacherous blade
       Unripp'dst the bowels of thy sov'reign's son.
       SECOND MURDERER
       Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and
       defend.
       FIRST MURDERER
       How canst thou urge God's dreadful law
       to us,
       When thou hast broke it in such dear degree?
       CLARENCE
       Alas! for whose sake did I that ill deed?
       For Edward, for my brother, for his sake.
       He sends you not to murder me for this,
       For in that sin he is as deep as I.
       If God will be avenged for the deed,
       O, know you yet He doth it publicly.
       Take not the quarrel from His pow'rful arm;
       He needs no indirect or lawless course
       To cut off those that have offended Him.
       FIRST MURDERER
       Who made thee then a bloody minister
       When gallant-springing brave Plantagenet,
       That princely novice, was struck dead by thee?
       CLARENCE
       My brother's love, the devil, and my rage.
       FIRST MURDERER
       Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy
       faults,
       Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee.
       CLARENCE
       If you do love my brother, hate not me;
       I am his brother, and I love him well.
       If you are hir'd for meed, go back again,
       And I will send you to my brother Gloucester,
       Who shall reward you better for my life
       Than Edward will for tidings of my death.
       SECOND MURDERER
       You are deceiv'd: your brother Gloucester
       hates you.
       CLARENCE
       O, no, he loves me, and he holds me dear.
       Go you to him from me.
       FIRST MURDERER
       Ay, so we will.
       CLARENCE
       Tell him when that our princely father York
       Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm
       And charg'd us from his soul to love each other,
       He little thought of this divided friendship.
       Bid Gloucester think of this, and he will weep.
       FIRST MURDERER
       Ay, millstones; as he lesson'd us to weep.
       CLARENCE
       O, do not slander him, for he is kind.
       FIRST MURDERER
       Right, as snow in harvest. Come, you
       deceive yourself:
       'Tis he that sends us to destroy you here.
        CLARENCE
       It cannot be; for he bewept my fortune
       And hugg'd me in his arms, and swore with sobs
       That he would labour my delivery.
       FIRST MURDERER
       Why, so he doth, when he delivers you
       From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven.
       SECOND MURDERER
       Make peace with God, for you must die,
       my lord.
       CLARENCE
       Have you that holy feeling in your souls
       To counsel me to make my peace with God,
       And are you yet to your own souls so blind
       That you will war with God by murd'ring me?
       O, sirs, consider: they that set you on
       To do this deed will hate you for the deed.
       SECOND MURDERER
       What shall we do?
       CLARENCE
       Relent, and save your souls.
       FIRST MURDERER
       Relent! No, 'tis cowardly and womanish.
       CLARENCE
       Not to relent is beastly, savage, devilish.
       Which of you, if you were a prince's son,
       Being pent from liberty as I am now,
       If two such murderers as yourselves came to you,
       Would not entreat for life?
       My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks;
       O, if thine eye be not a flatterer,
       Come thou on my side and entreat for me-
       As you would beg were you in my distress.
       A begging prince what beggar pities not?
       SECOND MURDERER
       Look behind you, my lord.
       FIRST MURDERER
       [Stabbing him] Take that, and that. If all
       this will not do,
       I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within.
       Exit with the body
       SECOND MURDERER
       A bloody deed, and desperately
       dispatch'd!
       How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands
       Of this most grievous murder!
       Re-enter FIRST MURDERER
       FIRST MURDERER-How now, what mean'st thou that thou
       help'st me not?
       By heavens, the Duke shall know how slack you have
       been!
       SECOND MURDERER
       I would he knew that I had sav'd his
       brother!
       Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say;
       For I repent me that the Duke is slain.
       Exit
       FIRST MURDERER
       So do not I. Go, coward as thou art.
       Well, I'll go hide the body in some hole,
       Till that the Duke give order for his burial;
       And when I have my meed, I will away;
       For this will out, and then I must not stay.
       Exit
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Dramatis Personae
act i
   Scene 1.
   Scene 2.
   Scene 3.
   Scene 4.
act ii
   Scene 1.
   Scene 2.
   Scene 3.
   Scene 4.
act iii
   Scene 1.
   Scene 2.
   Scene 3.
   Scene 4
   Scene 5.
   Scene 6.
   Scene 7.
act iv
   Scene 1.
   Scene 2.
   Scene 3.
   Scene 4.
   Scene 5.
act v
   Scene 1.
   Scene 2.
   Scene 3.
   Scene 4.
   Scene 5.