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140.—THE DEATH OF CLARENCE.
Enter Clarence and Brakenbury.
Clar. O, I have pass'd a miserable night,
Brak. What was your dream, my lord? I pray you tell me.
Clar. Methought that I had broken from the Tower,
Brak. Had you such leisure in the time of death,
Clar. Methought I had ; and often did I strive
Brak. Awak’d you not in this sore agony?
Clar. No, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life;
The first that there did greet my stranger soul,
Brak. No marvel, lord, though it affrighted you ;
Clar. O, Brakenbury, I have done these things,
Enter the two Murderers. 1 Murd. Ho! who's here? Brak. What wouldst thou, fellow ? and how cam'st thou hither ? 1 Murd. I would speak with Clarence, and I came hither on my legs. Brak. What, so brief? 2 Murd. 'T is better, sir, than to be tedious :- let him see our commission, and talk no more.
[A paper is delivered to Brakenbury, who reads it. Brak. 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 of the meaning. There lies the duke asleep,—and there, the keys.
I'll to the king ; and signify to him
1 Murd. You may, sir ; 't is a point of wisdom : Fare you well.
[Exit Brakenbury. * 1 Murd. Soft! he wakes. 2 Murd. Strike. 1 Murd. No, we 'll reason with him. Clar. Where art thou, keeper i give me a cup of wine. 1 Murd. You shall have wine enough, my lord, anon. Clar. In God's name, what art thou ? 1 Murd. A man, as you are. Clar. But not, as I am, royal. 1 Murd. Nor you, as we are, loyal. Clar. Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are humble. 1 Murd. My voice is now the king's, my looks mine own.
Clar. How darkly, and how deadly dost thou speak!
2 Murd. To, to, to-
Clar. You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so,
1 Murd. Offended us you have not, but the king.
Clar. Are you drawn forth among a world of men,
1 Murd. What we will do we do upon command.
Clar. Erroneous vassal! the great King of kings
2 Murd. And that same vengeance doth he hurl on tince,
1 Murd. And, like a traitor to the name of God,
Didst break that vow; and with thy treacherous blade
2 Murd. Whom thou was sworn to cherish and defend.
1 Murd. How canst thou urge God's dreadful law to us, When thou hast broke it in such dear degree?
Clar. Alas ! for whose sake did I that ill deed ?
1 Murd. Who made thee then a bloody minister,
Clar. My brother's love, the devil, and my rage,
1 Murd. Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy faults, Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee.
Clar. If you do love my brother, hate not me;
2 Murd. You are deceiv'd, your brother Gloster hates you.
Clar. O, no; he loves me, and he holds me dear;
Ay, so we will.
1 Murd. Ay, mill-stones ; as he lesson'd us to weep. Clar. O, do not slander him, for he is kind. 1 Murd. Right, as snow in harvest.--Come, you deceive yourself 'T is he that sends us to destroy you here.
Clar. 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.
1 Murd. Why, so he doth, when he delivers you From this earth’s thraldom to the joys of heaven.
2 Murd. Make peace with God, for you must die, my lord.
Clar. Have you that holy feeling in your souls,
2 Murd. What shall we do
Relent, and save your souls.
Clar. Not to relent, is beastly, savage, devilish.
2 Murd. Look behind you, my lord.
[Stabs him. I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within.
[Exit, with the body. 2 Murd. A bloody deed, and desperately despatch'd ! How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands of this most grievous murder !
141.-THE DEATH OF LORD HASTINGS.
SIR THOMAS MORE The lord protector caused a council to be set at the Tower on the Friday the thirteenth day of June, where was much communing for the honourable solemnity of the coronation, of the which the time appointed approached so near that the pageants were a making day and night at Westminster, and victual killed which afterward was cast away.
These lords thus sitting communing of this matter, the protector came in among them about nine of the clock, saluting them courteously, excusing himself that he had been from them so long, saying merely that he had been a sleeper that day; and after a little talking with them he said to the Bishop of Ely, My lord, you have very good strawberries in your garden at Holborn, I require you let us have a mess of them. Gladly, my lord, (qd he,) I would I had some better thing as ready to your pleasure as that: and with that in all haste he sent his servant for a dish of strawberries. The protector set the lords fast in communing, and thereupon prayed them to spare him a little, and so he departed, and came again between ten and eleven of the clock into the chamber all changed, with a sour angry countenance, knitting the brows, frowning, and fretting, and gnawing on his lips, and so set him down in his place. All the lords were dismayed, and sore marvelled of this manner and sudden change, and what thing should him ail. When he had sitten a while, thus he began : What were they worthy to have that compass and imagine the destruction of me, being so near of blood to the king, and protector of this his royal realm ? At which question all the lords sat sore astonished, pusing much by whom the question should be meant, of which every man knew himself clear.
Then the Lord Hastings, as he that for the familiarity that was between them thought he might be boldest with him, answered and said, That they were worthy to be punished as heinous traitors, whatsoever they were: and all the other affirmel