728O that your yong Nobility could iudge

729What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable.

730They that stand high, haue many blasts to shake them,

731And if they fall, they dash themselues to peeces.

732Rich. Good counsaile marry, learne it, learne it Mar-

733quesse.

734Dor. It touches you my Lord, as much as me.

735Rich. I, and much more: but I was borne so high:

736Our ayerie buildeth in the Cedars top,

737And dallies with the winde, and scornes the Sunne.

738Mar. And turnes the Sun to shade: alas, alas,

739Witnesse my Sonne, now in the shade of death,

740Whose bright out-shining beames, thy cloudy wrath

741Hath in eternall darknesse folded vp.

742Your ayery buildeth in our ayeries Nest:

743O God that seest it, do not suffer it,

744As it is wonne with blood, lost be it so.

745Buc. Peace, peace for shame: If not, for Charity.

746Mar. Vrge neither charity, nor shame to me:

747Vncharitably with me haue you dealt,

748And shamefully my hopes (by you) are butcher'd.

749My Charity is outrage, Life my shame,

750And in that shame, still liue my sorrowes rage.

751Buc. Haue done, haue done.

752Mar. O Princely Buckingham, Ile kisse thy hand,

753In signe of League and amity with thee:

754Now faire befall thee, and thy Noble house:

755Thy Garments are not spotted with our blood:

756Nor thou within the compasse of my curse.

757Buc. Nor no one heere: for Curses neuer passe

758The lips of those that breath them in the ayre.

759Mar. I will not thinke but they ascend the sky,

760And there awake Gods gentle sleeping peace.

761O Buckingham, take heede of yonder dogge:

762Looke when he fawnes, he bites; and when he bites,

763His venom tooth will rankle to the death.

764Haue not to do with him, beware of him,

765Sinne, death, and hell haue set their markes on him,

766And all their Ministers attend on him.

767Rich. What doth she say, my Lord of Buckingham.

768Buc. Nothing that I respect my gracious Lord.

769Mar. What dost thou scorne me

770For my gentle counsell?

771And sooth the diuell that I warne thee from.

772O but remember this another day:

773When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow:

774And say (poore Margaret) was a Prophetesse:

775Liue each of you the subiects to his hate,

776And he to yours, and all of you to Gods. Exit.

777Buc. My haire doth stand an end to heare her curses.

778Riu. And so doth mine, I muse why she's at libertie.

779Rich. I cannot blame her, by Gods holy mother,

780She hath had too much wrong, and I repent

781My part thereof, that I haue done to her.

782Mar. I neuer did her any to my knowledge.

783Rich. Yet you haue all the vantage of her wrong:

784I was too hot, to do somebody good,

785That is too cold in thinking of it now:

786Marry as for Clarence, he is well repayed:

787He is frank'd vp to fatting for his paines,

788God pardon them, that are the cause thereof.

789Riu. A vertuous, and a Christian-like conclusion

790To pray for them that haue done scath to vs.

791Rich. So do I euer, being well aduis'd.

793For had I curst now, I had curst my selfe.

795Cates. Madam, his Maiesty doth call for you,

796And for your Grace, and yours my gracious Lord.

797Qu. Catesby I come, Lords will you go with mee.

798Riu. We wait vpon your Grace.

800Rich. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawle.

801The secret Mischeefes that I set abroaeh,

802I lay vnto the greeuous charge of others.

803Clarence, who I indeede haue cast in darknesse,

804I do beweepe to many simple Gulles,

805Namely to Derby, Hastings, Buckingham,

806And tell them 'tis the Queene, and her Allies,

807That stirre the King against the Duke my Brother.

808Now they beleeue it, and withall whet me

809To be reueng'd on Riuers, Dorset, Grey.

810But then I sigh, and with a peece of Scripture,

811Tell them that God bids vs do good for euill:

812And thus I cloath my naked Villanie

813With odde old ends, stolne forth of holy Writ,

814And seeme a Saint, when most I play the deuill.

816But soft, heere come my Executioners,

817How now my hardy stout resolued Mates,

818Are you now going to dispatch this thing?

819Uil. We are my Lord, and come to haue the Warrant,

820That we may be admitted where he is.

821Ric. Well thought vpon, I haue it heare about me:

822When you haue done, repayre to Crosby place;

823But sirs be sodaine in the execution,

824Withall obdurate, do not heare him pleade;

825For Clarence is well spoken, and perhappes

826May moue your hearts to pitty, if you marke him.

827Vil. Tut, tut, my Lord, we will not stand to prate,

828Talkers are no good dooers, be assur'd:

829We go to vse our hands, and not our tongues.

830Rich. Your eyes drop Mill-stones, when Fooles eyes

831fall Teares:

832I like you Lads, about your businesse straight.

833Go, go, dispatch.

834Vil. We will my Noble Lord.

837Keep. Why lookes your Grace so heauily to day.

838Cla. O, I haue past a miserable night,

839So full of fearefull Dreames, of vgly sights,

840That as I am a Christian faithfull man,

841I would not spend another such a night

842Though 'twere to buy a world of happy daies:

843So full of dismall terror was the time.

844Keep. What was your dream my Lord, I pray you tel me

845Cla. Me thoughts that I had broken from the Tower,

846And was embark'd to crosse to Burgundy,

847And in my company my Brother Glouster,

848Who from my Cabin tempted me to walke,

849Vpon the Hatches: There we look'd toward England,

850And cited vp a thousand heauy times,