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. Q. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I kiss thy hand, Buck. Nor no one here; for curses never pass Look, when he fawns, he bites; and, when he bites, Sin, death, and hell, have set their marks 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? [Exit. Hast. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses. 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 Q. Eliz. I never did her any, to my knowledge. 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. Enter CATESBY. 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. I lay unto the grievous charge of others. Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham; "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. 8 done scath to us.] Scath is harm, mischief. Tell them-that God bids us do good for evil: With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ; Enter Two Murderers. But soft, here come my executioners.- Are you now going to despatch this thing? 1 Murd. We are, my lord; and come to have the warrant, That we may be admitted where he is. me: Glo. Well thought upon, I have it here about [Gives the Warrant. When you 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. 1 Murd. Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand to prate, Talkers are no good doers; be assur'd, I like you, lads;-about your business straight; 1 Murd. We will, my noble lord. [Exeunt. 9 Your eyes drop mill-stones, when fools' eyes drop tears:] This, I believe, is a proverbial expression. STEEVENS. SCENE IV. 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: Upon the hatches; thence we look'd toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, O Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,2 All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Clar. Methought, I had; and often did I strive 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, 2 unvalued jewels,] Unvalued is here used for invaluable. within my panting bulk,] Bulk is often used by Shakspeare and his contemporaries for body. |