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Uncharitably with me have you dealt,
Buck. Have done, have done.
Q. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I kiss thy hand, In sign of league and amity with thee: Now fair befall 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 ! [Erit.
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 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.
Riv. A virtuous and a christian-like conclusion,
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. 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 brother. 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, Tell them that God bids us do good for evil: And thus I clothe my naked villainy With old odd ends, stoln forth of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
? 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. + Mr. Malone omits upon.
Enter Two Murderers. But soft, here come my executioners.— How now, my hardy, stout resolved mates ? 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. Glo. Well thought upon, I have it here about me:
[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, 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. [Exeunt.
Enter CLARENCE and BRAKENBURY.
Clar. O, I have pass'd a miserable night,
9 Your eyes drop mill-stones, when fools' eyes drop tears :) I believe, is a proverbial expression. STEEVENS.
- faithful man,] Not an infidel.
I would not spend another such a night,
Brak. Had you such leisure in the time of death,
Clar. Methought, I had ; and often did I strive
Unvalued is here used for invaluable.
i- unvalued jewels,]
But smother’d it within my panting bulk',
Brak. Awak'd you not with this sore agony?
Clar. O, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life;
Brak. No marvel, lord, though it affrighted you;
Clar. O, Brakenbury, I have done these things,
8 — within my panting bulk,] Bulk is often used by Shakspeare and his contemporaries for body.