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Then came wandring by
So cowardly: and but for these vile guns,
. :: CH A P. XXII.
CLARENCE's DRE A M.
CLARENCE 'AND BRAKENBURY. BRAK. W H Y looks your Grace fo heavily to-day? .
MV Clar. O, I have pass’d a miserable night,
Lord, Lord, methought, what pain it was to drown!
A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon;
BRAK. Had you such leisure in the time of death,
Clar. Methought I had; and often did I strive
Brak. Awak'd you not with this fore agony?
CLAR. No, no; my dream was lengthen'd after life ; O then began the tempest to my soul: I pass’d, methought, the melancholy food, 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, Who cry'd aloud " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ?” And so he vanish’d. Then came wand'ring by A shadow like an angel, with bright hair Dabbled in blood, and he shriek'd out aloud « Clarence is come, false, fleeting, perjured Clarence, . That ftabb’d me in the field by Tewksbury; Seize on him, furies, take him to your torments !"
With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends
Brak. No marvel, Lord, that it affrighted you;'
CLAR. Ah! Brakenbury, I have done those things That now give evidence against my soul, For Edward's fake; and see how he requites me! O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee, But thou wilt be aveng'd on my misdeeds, Yet execute thy wrath on me alone: O spare my guiltless wife, and my poor children! I pr’ythee, Brakenbury, stay by me: My soul is heavy, and I fain would neep.
CHA P. XXIII.
0 THEN I fee Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fancy's midwife, and the comes