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And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
Was parmaceti for an inward bruise;
And that it was great pity-so it was,
That villainous saltpetre should be digged
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,

Which many a good tall fellow had destroyed
So cowardly and but for these vile


He would himself have been a soldier.



BRAK. Why looks your grace so heavily to-day ?
CLAR. O, I have passed a miserable night,
So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams,
That, as I am a Christian faithful man,
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.


BRAK. What was your dream, my lord? I
pray you tell
CLAR. Methought that I had broken from the Tower,
And was embarked to cross to Burgundy,
And in my company my brother Gloster;
Who from my cabin tempted me to walk

Upon the hatches. Thence we looked toward England,
And cited up a thousand heavy times,
During the wars of York and Lancaster,
That had befallen us. As we paced along

Upon the giddy footing of the hatches,

Methought that Gloster stumbled, and, in falling,
Struck me (that sought to stay him) overboard,
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;
Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon;
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels;

All scattered in the bottom of the sea.

Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept,
As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems,

That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep,
And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by.
BRAK. Had you such leisure in the time of death,
To gaze upon the secrets of the deep?

CLAR. 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;
But smothered it within my panting bulk,
Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.
BRAK. Awaked you not with this sore agony ?
CLAR. No, no; my dream was lengthened after life.
O then began the tempest to my soul:

I passed, methought, the melancholy flood,
With that grim ferryman that poets write of,
Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.

The first that there did greet my stranger soul,
Was my great father-in-law, renownèd Warwick,
Who cried aloud-" What scourge for perjury
Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ? "
And so he vanished. Then came wandering by
A shadow like an angel, with bright hair
Dappled in blood, and he shrieked out aloud—
"Clarence is come, false, fleeting, perjured Clarence,
That stabbed me in the field by Tewkesbury;
Seize on him, Furies, take him to your torinents!"
With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends
Environed me, and howlèd in mine ears
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 my dream.
BRAK. No marvel, lord, that it affrighted you;
I am afraid, I promise you, to hear you tell it.
CLAR. O, Brakenbury, I have done those things
Which now give 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 my misdeeds,
Yet execute thy wrath on me alone :

O spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!

I pr'ythee, gentle keeper, stay by me:
My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.


SCROOP. More health and happiness betide my liege, Than can my care-tuned tongue deliver him!

K. RICH. Mine ear is open, and my heart prepared;
The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold.
Say, is my kingdom lost? Why 'twas my care;
And what loss is it to be rid of care?

Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we ?
Greater he shall not be; if he serve God,
We'll serve him too, and be his fellow so.
Revolt our subjects? that we cannot mend;
They break their faith to God, as well as us.
Cry woe, destruction, ruin, loss, decay;
The worst is death, and death will have his day.
SCROOP. Glad am I that your highness is so armed
To bear the tidings of calamity.

Like an unseasonable stormy day,

Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores,

As if the world were all dissolved to tears;

So high above his limits swells the rage

Of Bolingbroke covering your fearful land

With hard bright steel, and hearts more hard than steel.
White beards have armed their thin and hairless scalps
Against thy majesty; boys, with women's voices,
Strive to speak big, and clasp their female joints
In stiff unwieldy arms, against thy crown;
The very beadsmen learn to bend their bows
Of double fatal yew against thy state.
Yea, distaff women manage rusty bills
Against thy seat: both young and old rebel,
And all goes worse than I have power to tell.

K. RICH. Too well, too well, thou tell'st a tale so ill. Where is the earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot ? What is become of Bushy? where is Green?

No matter where of comfort no man speak,
Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs.
Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes

What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour?
Then get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself.
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear,
That thou art crownèd, not that I am dead.
Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse,
Be drops of balm to sanctify thy head:
Only compound me with forgotton dust;
Give that, which gave thee life, unto the worms.
Pluck down my officers, break my decrees:
For now a time is come to mock at form;
Henry the Fifth is crown'd: up, Vanity!

Down, royal state! All you sage counsellors, hence!
And to the English court assemble now,
From every region, apes of idleness:

Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum:
Have you a ruffian that will swear? drink? dance ?
Revel the night? rob ? murder? and commit
The oldest sins the newest kind of ways?
Be happy, he will trouble you no more:
England shall give him office, honour, might:
For the fifth Harry from curb'd license plucks
The muzzle of restraint! and the wild dog
Shall flesh his tooth on every innocent.
O my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows!
When that my care could not withhold thy riot,
What wilt thou do when riot is thy care?
O thou wilt be a wilderness again,
Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants.

P. HEN. O pardon me, my liege! but for my tears,
(The moist impediments unto my speech.)
I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke,
Ere you with grief had spoke, and I had heard
The course of it so far. There is your crown :
And he that wears the crown immortally,
Long guard it yours! If I affect it more,
Than as your honour, and as your renown,
Let me no more from this obedience rise,
Which my most true and inward duteous spirit
Teacheth this prostrate and exterior bending.
Heaven witness with me, when I here came in,

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HOR. Where, my lord?


In my mind's eye, Horatio. HOR. I saw him once; he was a goodly king

HAM. He was a man, take him for all in all,

I shall not look upon his like again.

HOR. My lord, I think I saw him yester night.
HAM. Saw! who?

HOR. My lord, the king your father.


The king my father!

HOR. Season your admiration but a while

With an attentive ear; till I deliver,

Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
This marvel to you.

HAM. For Heaven's love let me hear.

HOR. Two nights together had these gentlemen
Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,
In the dead waste and middle of the night,
Been thus encounter'd: a figure like your father,
Arm'd at all points exactly, cap-à-pie,
Appears before them, and with solemn march
Goes slow and stately by them; thrice he walk'd
By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes,

Within his truncheon's length; whilst they (distill'd
Almost to jelly with the act of fear)

Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me
In dreadful secrecy impart they did,

And I with them the third night kept the watch;
Where, as they had delivered, both in time,

Form of the thing, each word made true and good,
The apparition comes. I knew your father:
These hands are not more like.


But where was this?

HOR. My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.
HAM. Did you not speak to it?

My lord, I did;
But answer made it none. Yet once methought
It lifted up its head and did address

Itself to motion, like as it would speak,

But even then the morning cock crew loud;

And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,

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