[♦] Such terrible impression made the dream.
[♦] Brak. No marvel, my lord, though it affrighted you;
[65] I promise you, I am afraid to hear you tell it.
[♦] Clar. O Brakenbury, I have done those things,
[♦] Which now bear evidence against my soul,
[♦] For Edward’s sake; and see how he requites me!
[♦] O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee,
70 But thou wilt be avenged on my misdeeds,
[♦] Yet execute thy wrath in me alone;
O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!