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Then came wandring by
A shadow like an Angd, with bright hair
Dabbled in blood, and heshriekd out aloud;
"Clarence is come, false, flecting, perjurd Clarence.
That stabbd me in the field by Tenksbury;
Sure on him, furies, take him to your torments!"

Shakespeare.
Publishä as the Act directs, by JJohnson ins Pauls Church Yard, 1 Aug.1780.

So cowardly: and but for these vile guns,
He would himself have been a soldier.

. :: 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,
So full of ugly fights, of ghafly 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 me.
CLAR. Methought that I had broken from the tow'r,
And was imbark'd to cross to Burgundy,
And in my company my brother Glo'ster ;
Who from my cabin tempted me to walk
Upon the hatches. Thence we look'd tow'rd England,
And cited up a thousand heavy times,
During the wars of York and Lancaster,
That had befall’n us. As we pass'd along
Upon the giddy footing of the hatches,
Methought that Glo'fter stumbled, and in falling
Struck me (that sought to stay him) over-board,
Into the tumbling billows of the main.

Lord, Lord, methought, what pain it was to drown!
What dreadful noise of waters in my ears !
What fights of ugly death within mine eyes!
I thought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks;

A thou

A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon;
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels ;
Some lay in dead men's sculls; and in those holes
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept,
As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems,
That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep,
And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd 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 find the empty, vast, and wand'ring air ;
But smother'd it within my panting bulk,
Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.

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
Inviron'd me, and howled in mine ears
Such hideous cries, that with the very noise
I trembling wak’d; 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, methinks, to hear you tell it.

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.

SHAKESPEAR.

CHA P. XXIII.
QUE E N MA B.

0 THEN I fee Queen Mab hath been with you.

She is the fancy's midwife, and the comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman;
Drawn with a team of little atomies,
Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep:
Her waggon spokes made of long spinners' legs;
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers ;
The traces of the smallest spider's web;
The collars of the moonshine's watery beams;
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