BRAKENBURY I will, my lord: God give your grace good rest!
[CLARENCE sleeps]
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours,
Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night.
Princes have but their tides for their glories,
An outward honour for an inward toil;
And, for unfelt imagination,
They 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]
First Murderer Ho! who's here?
BRAKENBURY In God's name what are you, and how came you hither?
First Murderer I would speak with Clarence, and I came hither on my legs.
BRAKENBURY Yea, are you so brief?
Second Murderer O sir, it is better to be brief than tedious. Show
him our commission; talk no more.
[BRAKENBURY reads it]
BRAKENBURY I am, in this, commanded to deliver
The noble Duke of Clarence to your hands:
I will not reason what is meant hereby,
Because I will be guiltless of the meaning.
Here are the keys, there sits the duke asleep:
I'll to the king; and signify to him
That thus I have resign'd my charge to you.
First Murderer Do so, it is a point of wisdom: fare you well.
[Exit BRAKENBURY]
Second Murderer What, shall we stab him as he sleeps?
First Murderer No; then he will say 'twas done cowardly, when he wakes.
Second Murderer When he wakes! why, fool, he shall never wake till
the judgment-day.
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