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She hath had too much wrong, and I repent
My part thereof, that I have done to her.

Queen. I never did her any, to my knowledge.
Glo. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong.

I was too hot to do fome body good,
That is too cold in thinking of it now.
Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repay'd;..
'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 scathe to us.
Glo. So do I ever, being well advis'd ;-
For had I curs'd now, I had curs'd myself. [Afide.

Enter Catesby.

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

with me?

Riv. Madam, we will attend your grace.

I

[Exeunt all but Glofter.

Glo. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl.

The secret mischiefs that I fet abroach,

7 He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains ;-) A frank is an old English word for a hog-fty. 'Tis possible he uses this metaphor to Clarence, in allusion to the crest of the family of York, which was a boar. Whereto relate those famous old verses on Richard III:

The cat, the rat, and Lovel the dog,
Rule all England under a hog.

He uses the fame metaphor in the last scene of act IV. POPE. A frank was not a common hog-ftye, but the pen in which thofe hogs were confined of whom brawn was to be made.

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8-done scathe to us.] Scathe is harm, mischief.

So, in Soliman and Perfeda:
" Whom now that paltry ifland keeps from scath."
" Millions of men opprest with ruin and feath."

Again :

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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 brother.
Now they believe it; and withal whet me
To be reveng'd on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey:
But then I figh, and, with a piece of scripture,
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 feem a faint, when most I play the devil.

Enter two Murderers.

But foft, here come my executioners.-
How now, my hardy, stout, refolved mates?
Are you now going to dispatch this thing?

:

1 Mur. 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 me: When you have done, repair to Crosby-place. But, firs, be fudden 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 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.

Glo. Your eyes drop mill-stanes, when fools' eyes drop tears?:

• Your eyes drop mill-ftones, when fools' eyes drop tears;] This, I believe, is a proverbial expreffion. It is used again in the tragedy of Cafar and Pompey, 1607:

• Men's eyes mult mill-ftones drop, when fools shed tears.

STEEVENS.

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I like you, lads;-about your business straight;
Go, go, dispatch.

1 Mur. We will, my noble lord.

SCENE IV.

An apartment in the Tower.

Enter Clarence, and Brakenbury.

[Exeunt.

Brak. Why looks your grace fo heavily to-day? Clar. O, I have past a miferable night, So full of fearful dreams', of ugly fights, That, as I am a chriftian faithful man, I would not spend another fuch 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 Glofter:

Who from my cabin tempted me to walk

Upon the hatches; thence we look'd towards 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!

1

So full of fearful dreams,] The 4to. 1613, has-ghasily

dreams. MALONE.

faithful man,) Not an infidel. JOHNSON.

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What

What dreadful noise of water in mine ears!
What fights of ugly death within mine eyes!
Methought, I faw a thousand fearful wrecks;
A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon;
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
All scatter'd in the bottom of the fea.

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,
5 'That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep,
And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Brak. Had you such leifure 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 foul, and would not let it forth To feek the empty, vast, and wand'ring air; But fmother'd it within my panting bulk, Which almost burst to belch it in the fea.

Brak.

3 What fights of ugly death] The 4to. of 1613, reads What ugly fights of death. MALONE.

* Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,] Unvalu'd is here used for invaluable. So, in Lovelace's Posthumous Poems, 1659:

Again:

"the unvalew'd robe the wore

" Made infinite lay lovers to adore."

" And what substantial riches I possess, "I must to these unvalew'd dreams confess." MALONE. That woo'd the flimy bottom) By feeming to gaze

upon it; or, as we now say, to ogle it. JOHNSON.

reads:

but still the envious flood

Keft in my foul, and would not let it forth
To seek the empty, vast, and wand'ring air.] The folio

Stopp'd in my foul

and instead of to seek the empty &c. has to find the empty, &c. The quarto of 1613, evidently by a mistake of the compofitor, reads:

To keep the empty, &c.

Brak. Awak'd you not with this fore agony? Clar. O, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life; O, then began the tempeft to my foul! 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 foul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cry'd aloud, -What Scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford falfe 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!ー With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears

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This line would, I think, be improved by a different punetuation:

To find the empty vast, and wandring air.

To find the immense vacuity &c. Vast is used as a substantive, by our author, in other places. So, in Pericles:

"Thou God of this great vast, rebuke the furges-" Again, in The Winter's Tale: "they have seemed to be together though absent; shook hands over a vast"

MALONE.

1-grim ferryman.] The folio reads-four ferryman.

STEEVENS.

8-fleeting, perjur'd Clarence,] Fleeting is the fame as

changing fides. JOHNSON.

So, in Antony and Cleopatra:

-now the fleeting moon

No planet is of mine.

Clarence broke his oath with the earl of Warwick, and joined

the army of his brother king Edward IV. STEEVENS.

a legion of foul fiends

Environ'd me, &c.]

Milton seems to have thought on this passage where he is describing the midnight fufferings of Our Saviour, in the 4th book of Paradife Regain'd:

-nor

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