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Buck. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charity.

Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me; Uncharitably with me have you dealt, And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd. My charity is outrage, life my shame,And in my shame still live my sorrow's rage!

Buck. Have done, have done.

Q. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I kiss thy hand, In sign of league and amity with thee: Now fair befal thee, and thy noble house ! Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, Nor thou within the compass of my curse.

Buck. Nor no one here ; for curses never pass The lips of those that breathe them in the air.

Q. Mar. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky, And there awake God's gentle-sleeping peace. O Buckingham, beware of yonder dog ; Look, when he fawns, he bites; and, when he bites, His venom tooth will rankle to the death: Have not to do with him, beware of him; Sin, death, and hell, have set their marks on him; And all their ministers attend on him.

Glo. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham? Buck. Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord. Q. Mar. What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle

counsel? And sooth the devil that I warn thee from? O, but remember this another day, When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow; And say, poor Margaret was a prophetess.Live each of you the subjects to his hate, And he to yours, and all of you to God's ! [Exit.

Hast. My hair doth stand on end to hear her


Riv. And so doth mine; I muse, why she's at

liberty. Glo. I cannot blame her, by God's holy mother;

She hath had too much wrong, and I repent
My part thereof, that I have done to her.
Q. Eliz. I never did her any, to my knowledge.

Glo. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong.
I was too hot to do some body good,
That is too cold in thinking of it now.
Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid;
He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains;?—
God pardon them that are the cause thereof!

Riv. A virtuous and a christian-like conclusion, To pray for them that have done scath to us.

Glo. So do I ever, being well advis'd ;For had I curs'd now, I had curs’d myself. [Aside.


Cates. Madam, his majesty doth call for you,-
And for your grace,-and you, my noble lords.
Q. Eliz. Catesby, I come:-Lords, will you go

with me?
Riv. Madam, we will attend upon your grace.

[Exeunt all but Gloster.
Glo. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl.
The secret mischiefs that I set abroach,
I lay unto the grievous charge of others.
Clarence,—whom I, indeed, have laid in darkness,
I do beweep to many simple gulls;
Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham;
And tell them—'tis the queen and her allies,
That stir the king against the duke my

Now they believe it; and withal whet me
To be reveng’d on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey:
But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture,

? He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains ;] A frank is an old English word for a hog-sty, or pen. 'Tis possible he uses this metaphor to Clarence, in allusion to the crest of the family of York, which was a boar.

done scath to us.] Scath is harm, mischief.

Tell them-that God bids us do good for evil:
And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.

Enter Two Murderers.

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But soft, here come my executioners.-
How now, my hardy, stout resolved mates?
Are you now going to despatch this thing?
i Murd. We are, my lord; and come to have the

warrant, That we may be admitted where he is. Glo. Well thought upon, I have it here about

[Gives the Warrant. When


have done, repair to Crosby-place. But, sirs, be sudden in the execution, Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead; For Clarence is well spoken, and, perhaps, May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him. i Murd. Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand to

prate, Talkers are no good doers; be assurd, We go to use our hands, and not our tongues. Glo. Your eyes drop mill-stones, when fools' eyes

drop tears: I like you, lads;—about your business straight; Go, go, despatch. 1 Murd. We will, my noble lord.


9 Your eyes drop mill-stones, when fools' eyes drop tears:) This, I believe, is a proverbial expression. STEVENS.


The same. A Room in the Tower.

Enter Clarence and BRAKENBURY. Brak. 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. Brak. What was your dream, my lord? I pray

you, tell me. Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the

Tower, And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy; And, in my company, my brother Gloster: Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches; thence we look'd toward Eng

land, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster That had befall'n us. As we pac'd along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought, that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, over-board, Into the tumbling billows of the main. O Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes! Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,

- faithful man,] Not an infidel.

Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,”
All scatter'd 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 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 these 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 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 sore agony?

Clar. O, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life; O, then began the tempest to my soul ! I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, 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, perjur'd Clarence,That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury; Seize on him, furies, take him to your torments! With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise,


? — unvalued jewels,] Unvalued is here used for invaluable.

within my panting bulk,) Bulk is often used by Shakspeare and his contemporaries for body.

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