And chear his grace with quick and merry words. To be your comforter, when he is gone. Queen. Ah, he is young; and his minority Enter Buckingham, and Stanley. Whom God preferve better than you would wish!— Glo. I cannot tell :-The world is grown so bad, Grey. Here comes the lords of Buckingham and 15 There's many a gentle perfon made a Jack. Stanley! Queen. The countefs Richmond, good my lord 20 Queen. Come, come, we know your meaning, You envy my advancement, and my friends: Our brother is imprifon'd by your means, Stanley. I do befeech you, either not believe Stanley. But now the duke of Buckingham, and I, Queen. What likelihood of his amendment, lords? Buck. Madam, good hope; his grace fpeaks 35 chearfully. [with him? Queen. God grant him health! Did you confer Buck. Ay, madam: he defires to make atonement Between the duke of Glofter and your brothers, And between them and my lord chamberlain; And sent to warn them to his royal prefence. Queen. 'Would all were well!-But that will never be! I fear, our happiness is at the height. Enter Glofter, Haftings, and Dorfet. [grace? [noble. That fcarce, fome two days fince, were worth a [not fo? Glo. What, marry, may the? marry with a king, 55 Grey. To whom in all this prefence speaks your 2. Mar. And leffen'd be that small, God, I be Thy honour, ftate, and feat, is due to me. [king? dare adventure to be fent to the Tower. * Determin'd fignifies the final conclufion of the will: concluded, what cannot be altered by reafon of fome act confequent on the final judgment. 2 i. e. to fummon the.n. 'Tis time to speak, my pains are quite forgot. Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower, A weeder-out of his proud adversaries, To royalize 3 his blood, I spilt mine own. 2. Mar. Ay, and much better blood than his or And all the pleasures you ufurp, are mine. Glo. The curfe my noble father laid on thee,When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper, And with thy fcorns drew'st rivers from his eyes; And then, to dry them, gav'ft the duke a clout, Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland ;His curfes, then from bitterness of soul Denounc'd against thee, are all fallen upon thee; 10 And God, not we, hath plagu'd thy bloody deed. Queen. So just is God, to right the innocent. Haft. O, 'twas the fouleft deed, to flay that babe, And the most merciless, that e'er was heard of. Riv. Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported. Gle. In all which time, you, and your husband 2. Mar. A murd'rous villain, and fo ftill thou art. 20 Gla. To fight on Edward's party, for the crown; 25 Or Edward's foft and pitiful, like mine; I am too childish-foolish for this world. [world, 2. Mar. What! were you fnarling all, before I Though not by war, by furfeit die your king", 2. Mar. Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave this 30 As ours by murder, to make him a king! Ris. My lord of Glofter, in those busy days, Queen. As little joy, my lord, as you suppose Edward, thy fon, that now is prince of Wales, Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art flall'd in mine! 40 And, after many lengthen'd hours of grief, [fight? 50 Gls. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou in my 2. Mar. But repetition of what thou haft marr'd; That will I make, before I let thee go. Glo. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wi[fhalt hear me. ther'd hag. 2. Mar. And leave out thee? ftay, dog, for thou Gie. Wert thou not banished, on pain of death | Than death can yield me here by my abode. i.e. my labours. 2 Our is an interjection of abhorrence or contempt, frequent in the mouths of the common people of the North. 3 i. e. to make royal. 4 i. e. pillaged. 5 Gentle in this place Implies high-born. An oppofition is meant between that and villain, which means at once a wicked and a low-bern wret.b. Alluding to his luxurious life. 6 Thou 5 (Hath in eternal darkness folded up. Buck. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charity. 2. Mar. Urge neither charity nor fhame to me; Uncharitably with me have you dealt, And fhamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd. 10 And in my fhame ftill live my forrow's rage! 2. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I'll kiss thy 15 Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, Nor thou within the compafs of my curfe. Buck. Nor no one here; for curfes never país 2. Mar. I'll not believe but they afcend the sky, [curfe; 25 Haft. Falfe-boding woman, end thy frantick Left, to thy harm, thou move our patience. 2. Mar. Foul fhame upon you! you have all Riv. Were you well ferv'd, you would be taught 30 2. Mar. To ferve me well, you all should do 2. Mar. Peace, mafter marquis, you are mal apert; Your fire-new stamp of honour is fcarce current: Glo. What doth fhe fay, my lord of Bucking- And footh the devil that I warn thee from? What 'twere to lofe it, and be miferable! [them; 40 She hath had too much wrong, and I repent They that ftand high, have many blafts to fhake marquis. Dorf. It touches you, my lord, as much as me. Glo. Ay, and much more: But I was born fo Our aiery buildeth in the cedar's top, [high, And dallies with the wind, and fcorns the fun. 2. Mar. And turns the fun to fhade ;-alas! Witness my fun, now in the fhade of death; My part thereof, that I have done to her. Queen. I never did her any, to my knowledge. Gl. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong. I was too hot to do fome body good, 45 That is too cold in thinking of it now. 7 Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repay'd; 8 Riv. A virtuous and a chriftian-like conclufion, The common people in Scotland have ftill an averfion to those who have any natural defect or redundancy, as thinking them mark'd out for mifchief. 2 She calls him bog, as an appellation more contemptuous than boar, as he is elsewhere termed from his entigns armorial. 3 The expreffion is ftrong and noble, and alludes to the ancient cuftom of mafters branding their profligate slaves: by which it is infinuated, that his mishapen person was the mark that nature had fet upon him to ftigmatize his ill conditions. 4 Intimating that much of his honour was torn away. 5 A spider is called bottled, because, unlike other infects, he has a middle slender, and a belly protuberant. Richard's form and venom make her liken him to a fpider. An aiery is a hawk's or an eagle's nest. 7 Mr. Pope fays, that a frank is an old English word for a bog-ftye, and that 'tis poffible he uses this metafor to Clarence, in allufion to the crest of the family of York, which was a bear. Mr. Steevens however afferts, that a frank was not a common bog-flye, but the pen in which thofe hogs were confined of whom brawn was to be made. 8 i. e. harm, mifchief. Enter Enter Catesby. Catef. 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. With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ; But foft, here come my executioners.- 1 Mur. We are, my lord; and come to have the warrant, That we may be admitted where he is. [me: 5 And, in my company, my brother Glofter: Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches; thence we look'd towards England, And cited up a thoufand 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, 10 Struck me, that thought to ftay him, over-board, Into the tumbling billows of the main. O Lord! methought what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noife of water in mine ears! What fights of ugly death within mine eyes! 15 Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Ineftimable ftones, unvalued 3 jewels, All fcatter'd in the bottom of the fea. 20 Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in thofe holes, Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in fcorn of eyes) reflecting gems, That woo'd the flimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lav fcatter'd by. Brak. Had you fuch leisure in the time of death, To gaze upon thefe fecrets of the deep? 25 Clar. Methought, I had; and often did I ftrive To yield the ghost: but still the envious flood Kept in my foul, and would not let it forth Gio. Well thought upon, I have it here about 30 To feek the empty, vast, and wand'ring air; When you have done, repair to Crosby-place. But, firs, be fudden in the execution, Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead; May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him. Talkers are no good doers; be affur'd, We go to use our hands, and not our tongues. But fmother'd it within my panting bulk, Brak. Awak'd you not with this fore agony? Clar. O, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life; 350, then began the tempeft to my foul! I pafs'd, methought, the melancholy flood, Glo. Your eyes drop mill-ftones, when fools' 40 Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; eyes drop tears ': 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. Who cry'd aloud,-What fcourge for perjury Brak. Why looks your grace fo heavily to-day? 50 Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Cla. O, I have past a miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly fights, That, as I am a chriftian faithful man 2, I would not spend another such a night, Such hideous cries, that, with the very noife, I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it. That now give evidence against my soul,— 2 i. e. not an infidel. 3 i. e. invaluable. A Fleeting Bu: 5 1 Murd. Where's thy confcience now? 2 Murd. In the duke of Glofter's purse. 1 Murd. When he opens his purse to give us our reward, thy confcience flies out. 2 Murd. 'Tis no matter; let it go; there's few, or none, will entertain it. 1 Murd. What, if it come to thec again? 2 Murd. I'll not meddle with it, it is a dangerous thing, it makes a man a coward; a man cannot 10fteal, but it accufeth him; a man cannot fwear, but it checks him; a man cannot lie with his neighbour's wife, but it detects him: 'Tis a blushing fhame-fac'd fpirit, that mutinies in a man's bofom; it fills one full of obstacles: it made me 15 once reftore a purse of gold, that by chance I found; it beggars any man that keeps it: it is turn'd out of all towns and cities for a dangerous thing; and every man, that means to live well, endeavours to truft to himself, and live without it. 2 Murd. I would speak with Clarence, and 120 came hither on my legs. 1 Murd. O, fir, 'tis better to be brief, than teShew him our commiffion, talk no more. Brak. I am, in this, commanded to deliver 1 Murd. You may, fir, 'tis a point of wisdom : 125 1 Murd. 'Zounds, it is even now at my elbow, perfuading me not to kill the duke. 2 Murd. Take the devil in thy mind, and believe him not: he would infinuate with thee, but to make thee figh. 1 Murd. I am strong fram'd, he cannot prevail with me. 2 Murd. Spoke like a tall2 fellow, that respects his reputation. Come, fhall we fall to work? 1 Murd. Take him over the coftard 3 with 30 the hilts of thy fword, and then throw him into the malmfey-butt, in the next room. 2 Murd. What, fhall we ftab him as he fleeps? 1 Murd. No; he'll fay, 'twas done cowardly, 35 when he wakes. 2 Murd. When he wakes! why, fool, he shall never wake until the great judgment day. 1 Murd. Why, then he'll fay, we ftabb'd him Лeeping. 140 2 Murd. The urging of that word, judgment, hath bred a kind of remorfe in me. 1 Murd. What? art thou afraid? 2 Murd. Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; but to be damn'd for killing him, from the 45 which no warrant can defend me. I Murd. I thought, thou had'st been refolute. 2 Murd. So I am, to let him live. 1 Murd. I'll back to the duke of Glofter, and tell him fo. 2 Murd. Nay, I pr'ythee, ftay a little: I hope, this compaffionate humour of mine will change it was wont to hold me but while one would tell twenty. 1 Murd. How doft thou feel thyself now? 2 Murd. 'Faith, fome certain dregs of confcience are yet within me. 1 Murd. Remember our reward, when the deed's done. [fpeak! Clar. How darkly, and how deadly dost thou Your eyes do menace me: why look you pale? 50 Who fent you hither? Wherefore do you come? 2 Murd. To, to, to,Clar. To murder me? Both. Ay, ay. 55 2 Murd. Come, he dies; I had forgot the reward. 601 Clar. You fcarcely have the hearts to tell me fo, And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it. Wherein, my friends, have 1 offended you? 1 Murd. Offended us you have not, but the king. Clar. I fhall be reconcil'd to him again. 2 Murd. Never, my lord; therefore prepare to die. 1 Meaning, they often fuffer real miferies for imaginary and unreal gratifications. 2 Tall, in old English, means flout, daring, fearless, and firong. * i. e, the head, a name adopted from an apple hap'd like a man's head. 4 is. we'll talk, Clara |