The Tragedy of Richard the Third: ACT I , SCENE IV. London. The Tower.

The Tragedy of Richard the Third: ACT I


	Introduction

	ACT I

		SCENE I. London. A street.

		SCENE II. The same. Another street.

		SCENE III. The palace.

		SCENE IV. London. The Tower.

	ACT II

	ACT III

	ACT IV

	ACT V

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SCENE IV. London. The Tower.

Enter CLARENCE and BRAKENBURY

BRAKENBURY

Why looks your grace so heavily today?

CLARENCE

      O, I have pass'd a miserable night,
      So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams,
      That, as I am a Christian faithful man,
5     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!

BRAKENBURY

What was your dream? I long to hear you tell it.

CLARENCE

      Methoughts that I had broken from the Tower,
10    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 looked toward England,
      And cited up a thousand fearful times,
15    During the wars of York and Lancaster
      That had befall'n us. As we paced along
      Upon the giddy footing of the hatches,
      Methought that Gloucester stumbled; and, in falling,
      Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard,
20    Into the tumbling billows of the main.
      Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown!
      What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!
      What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!
      Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks;
25    Ten thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon;
      Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
      Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
      All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea:
      Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes
30    Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept,
      As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems,
      Which woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep,
      And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.

BRAKENBURY

Had you such leisure in the time of death
35 To gaze upon the secrets of the deep?

CLARENCE

      Methought I had; and often did I strive
      To yield the ghost: but still the envious flood
      Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth
      To seek the empty, vast and wandering air;
40    But smother'd it within my panting bulk,
      Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.

BRAKENBURY

Awaked you not with this sore agony?

CLARENCE

      O, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life;
      O, then began the tempest to my soul,
45    Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood,
      With that grim 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;
50    Who cried aloud, 'What scourge for perjury
      Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?'
      And so he vanish'd: then came wandering by
      A shadow like an angel, with bright hair
      Dabbled in blood; and he squeak'd out aloud,
55    'Clarence is come; false, fleeting, perjured Clarence,
      That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury;
      Seize on him, Furies, take him to your torments!'
      With that, methoughts, a legion of foul fiends
      Environ'd me about, and howled in mine ears
60    Such hideous cries, that with the very noise
      I trembling waked, and for a season after
      Could not believe but that I was in hell,
      Such terrible impression made the dream.

BRAKENBURY

No marvel, my lord, though it affrighted you;
65 I promise, I am afraid to hear you tell it.

CLARENCE

      O Brakenbury, I have done those things,
      Which now bear evidence against my soul,
      For Edward's sake; and see how he requites me!
      O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee,
70    But thou wilt be avenged on my misdeeds,
      Yet execute thy wrath in me alone,
      O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!
      I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me;
      My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.

BRAKENBURY

75 I will, my lord: God give your grace good rest!

CLARENCE sleeps

      Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours,
      Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night.
      Princes have but their tides for their glories,
      An outward honour for an inward toil;
80    And, for unfelt imagination,
      They often feel a world of restless cares:
      So that, betwixt their tides and low names,
      There's nothing differs but the outward fame.

Enter the two Murderers

First Murderer

Ho! who's here?

BRAKENBURY

85 In God's name what are you, and how came you hither?

First Murderer

I would speak with Clarence, and I came hither on my legs.

BRAKENBURY

Yea, are you so brief?

Second Murderer

O sir, it is better to be brief than tedious. Show
him our commission; talk no more.

BRAKENBURY reads it

BRAKENBURY

90    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.
      Here are the keys, there sits the duke asleep:
95    I'll to the king; and signify to him
      That thus I have resign'd my charge to you.

First Murderer

Do so, it is a point of wisdom: fare you well.

Exit BRAKENBURY

Second Murderer

What, shall we stab him as he sleeps?

First Murderer

No; then he will say 'twas done cowardly, when he wakes.

Second Murderer

100 When he wakes! why, fool, he shall never wake till
the judgment-day.

First Murderer

Why, then he will say we stabbed him sleeping.

Second Murderer

The urging of that word 'judgment' hath bred a kind
of remorse in me.

First Murderer

105 What, art thou afraid?

Second Murderer

Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; but to be
damned for killing him, from which no warrant can defend us.

First Murderer

I thought thou hadst been resolute.

Second Murderer

So I am, to let him live.

First Murderer

110 Back to the Duke of Gloucester, tell him so.

Second Murderer

      I pray thee, stay a while: I hope my holy humour
      will change; 'twas wont to hold me but while one
      would tell twenty.

First Murderer

How dost thou feel thyself now?

Second Murderer

115 'Faith, some certain dregs of conscience are yet
within me.

First Murderer

Remember our reward, when the deed is done.

Second Murderer

'Zounds, he dies: I had forgot the reward.

First Murderer

Where is thy conscience now?

Second Murderer

120 In the Duke of Gloucester's purse.

First Murderer

So when he opens his purse to give us our reward,
thy conscience flies out.

Second Murderer

Let it go; there's few or none will entertain it.

First Murderer

How if it come to thee again?

Second Murderer

125   I'll not meddle with it: it is a dangerous thing: it
      makes a man a coward: a man cannot steal, but it
      accuseth him; he cannot swear, but it cheques him;
      he cannot lie with his neighbour's wife, but it
      detects him: 'tis a blushing shamefast spirit that
130   mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of
      obstacles: it made me once restore a purse of gold
      that I found; it beggars any man that keeps it: it
      is turned out of all towns and cities for a
      dangerous thing; and every man that means to live
135   well endeavours to trust to himself and to live
      without it.

First Murderer

'Zounds, it is even now at my elbow, persuading me
not to kill the duke.

Second Murderer

Take the devil in thy mind, and relieve him not: he
140 would insinuate with thee but to make thee sigh.

First Murderer

Tut, I am strong-framed, he cannot prevail with me,
I warrant thee.

Second Murderer

Spoke like a tail fellow that respects his
reputation. Come, shall we to this gear?

First Murderer

145   Take him over the costard with the hilts of thy
      sword, and then we will chop him in the malmsey-butt
      in the next room.

Second Murderer

O excellent devise! make a sop of him.

First Murderer

Hark! he stirs: shall I strike?

Second Murderer

150 No, first let's 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?

Second Murderer

A man, as you are.

CLARENCE

155 But not, as I am, royal.

Second Murderer

Nor you, as we are, loyal.

CLARENCE

Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are humble.

Second Murderer

My voice is now the king's, my looks mine own.

CLARENCE

      How darkly and how deadly dost thou speak!
160   Your eyes do menace me: why look you pale?
      Who sent you hither? Wherefore do you come?

Both

To, to, to--

CLARENCE

To murder me?

Both

Ay, ay.

CLARENCE

165   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 reconciled to him again.

Second Murderer

170 Never, my lord; therefore prepare to die.

CLARENCE

      Are you call'd forth from out a world of men
      To slay the innocent? What is my offence?
      Where are the evidence that do accuse me?
      What lawful quest have given their verdict up
175   Unto the frowning judge? or who pronounced
      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
180   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 the king.

CLARENCE

185   Erroneous vassal! the great King of kings
      Hath in the tables of his law commanded
      That thou shalt do no murder: and wilt thou, then,
      Spurn at his edict and fulfil a man's?
      Take heed; for he holds vengeance in his hands,
190   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 holy sacrament,
      To fight in quarrel of the house of Lancaster.

First Murderer

195   And, like a traitor to the name of God,
      Didst break that vow; and with thy treacherous blade
      Unrip'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son.

Second Murderer

Whom thou wert sworn to cherish and defend.

First Murderer

How canst thou urge God's dreadful law to us,
200 When thou hast broke it in so dear degree?

CLARENCE

      Alas! for whose sake did I that ill deed?
      For Edward, for my brother, for his sake: Why, sirs,
      He sends ye not to murder me for this
      For in this sin he is as deep as I.
205   If God will be revenged for this deed.
      O, know you yet, he doth it publicly,
      Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm;
      He needs no indirect nor lawless course
      To cut off those that have offended him.

First Murderer

210   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 fault,
215 Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee.

CLARENCE

      Oh, if you love my brother, hate not me;
      I am his brother, and I love him well.
      If you be hired for meed, go back again,
      And I will send you to my brother Gloucester,
220   Who shall reward you better for my life
      Than Edward will for tidings of my death.

Second Murderer

You are deceived, your brother Gloucester hates you.

CLARENCE

O, no, he loves me, and he holds me dear:
Go you to him from me.

Both

225 Ay, so we will.

CLARENCE

      Tell him, when that our princely father York
      Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm,
      And charged us from his soul to love each other,
      He little thought of this divided friendship:
230   Bid Gloucester think of this, and he will weep.

First Murderer

Ay, millstones; as be lesson'd us to weep.

CLARENCE

O, do not slander him, for he is kind.

First Murderer

      Right,
      As snow in harvest. Thou deceivest thyself:
235   'Tis he that sent us hither now to slaughter thee.

CLARENCE

      It cannot be; for when I parted with him,
      He hugg'd me in his arms, and swore, with sobs,
      That he would labour my delivery.

Second Murderer

Why, so he doth, now he delivers thee
240 From this world's thraldom to the joys of heaven.

First Murderer

Make peace with God, for you must die, my lord.

CLARENCE

      Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul,
      To counsel me to make my peace with God,
      And art thou yet to thy own soul so blind,
245   That thou wilt war with God by murdering me?
      Ah, sirs, consider, he 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

250 Relent! '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,
255   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
260   A begging prince what beggar pities not?

Second Murderer

Look behind you, my lord.

First Murderer

Take that, and that: if all this will not do,

Stabs him

I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within.

Exit, with the body

Second Murderer

      A bloody deed, and desperately dispatch'd!
265   How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands
      Of this most grievous guilty murder done!

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 thou art!

Second Murderer

      I would he knew that I had saved his brother!
270   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.
      Now must I hide his body in some hole,
      Until the duke take order for his burial:
275   And when I have my meed, I must away;
      For this will out, and here I must not stay.

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