849793Vpon the hatches thence we lookt toward England,

850794And cited vp a thousand fearefull times,

851795During the wars of Yorke and Lancaster:

852796That had befallen vs, as we pact along,

853797Vpon the giddy footing of the hatches:

854798Me thought that Glocester stumbled, and in stumbling,

855799Stroke me that thought to stay him ouer board,

856800Into the tumbling billowes of the maine.

857801Lord, Lord, me thought what paine it was to drowne,

858802What dreadfull noise of waters in my eares,

859803What vgly sights of death within my eies:

860804Me thought I sawe a thousand fearefull wracks,

861805Ten thousand men, that fishes gnawed vpon,

862806Wedges of gold, great anchors, heapes of pearle,

863807Inestimable stones, vnualued Iewels,

865808Some lay in dead mens sculs, and in those holes,

866809Where eies did once inhabite, there were crept

867810As twere in scorne of eies reflecting gems,

868811Which woed the slimy bottome of the deepe,

869812And mockt the dead bones that lay scattered by.

870813Brok. Had you sueh leisure in the time of death,

871814To gaze vpon the secrets of the deepe?

872815Clar. Me thought I had, for still the enuious floud

874816Kept in my soule, and would not let it foorth,

875817To seeke the emptie vast and wandering aire,

876818But smothered it within my panting bulke,

877819Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.

878820Brok. Awakt you not with this sore agony.

879821Cla. O no, my dreame was lengthned after life,

880822O then began the tempest to my soule,

881823Who past me thought the melancholy floud,

882824With that grim ferriman, which Poets write of,

883825Vnto the kingdome of perpetuall night:

884826The first that there did greet my stranger soule,

885827Was my great father in law renowmed Warwicke,

886828Who cried alowd what scourge for periury.

887829Can this darke monarchy affoord false Clarence,

888830And so he vanisht, then came wandring by,