in mine ears
Such hideous cries, that with the very noise
I trembling waked, and for a season after
not believe but that I was in hell,
Such terrible impression made the dream.
No marvel, my lord, though it affrighted you;
I promise, I am afraid to hear you tell it.
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,
But thou wilt be avenged on
Yet execute thy wrath in me alone,
O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!
thee, gentle keeper, stay by me;
My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.
I will, my lord: God give your grace good rest!
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours,
Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night.
have but their tides for their glories,
An outward honour for an inward toil;
And, for unfelt imagination,
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
Ho! who's here?
In God's name what are you, and how came you hither?
I would speak with Clarence, and I came hither on my legs.
Yea, are you so brief?
O sir, it is better to be brief than tedious. Show
him our commission; talk no more.
BRAKENBURY reads it
I am, in this, commanded to deliver
The noble Duke of Clarence to your hands:
I will not reason what is
Because I will be guiltless of the meaning.
Here are the keys, there sits the duke asleep:
to the king; and signify to him
That thus I have resign'd my charge to you.
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