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May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him.

Mur. Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand to prate.

Talkers are no good doers: be assur'd

We go to use our hands and not our tongues.

Rich. Your eyes drop millstones, when fools' eyes fall tears:

I like you, lads; about your business straight.

Go, go, dispatch.

Mur. We will, my noble lord.

[Exeunt.]

Keep. Why looks your Grace so heavily to-day?

Clar. O, I have pass'd a miserable night,

So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,

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.

Keep. What was your dream, my lord? I pray you, tell me.

Clar. Methoughts that I had broken from the Tower,

And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy;

And in my company my brother Gloucester,

Who from my cabin tempted me to walk

Upon the hatches: there we look'd toward England,

And cited up a thousand heavy times,

 353 millstones; cf. n.  Scene Four S. d. Cf. n.

1 heavily: sorrowfully

9 Methoughts: it seemed to me

10 Burgundy; cf. n.

13 hatches: movable planks forming a kind of deck

14 cited up: called to mind

