Our Airy buildeth in the cedar's top, And dallies with the wind, and fcorns the fun. Q. Mar. And turns the fun to fhade ;-alas! alas! Your Airy buildeth in our Airy's neft;" Buck. Peace, peace, for fhame, if not for charity. And fhamefully my hopes, by you, are butcher'd. Q. Mar. O Princely Buckingham, I'll kiss thy hand, In fign of league and amity with thee: Now fair befall thee, and thy noble House! Buck. Nor no one here; for curfes never pass Look, when he fawns, he bites; and when he bites, Glo. What doth fhe fay, my Lord of Buckingham? And footh the devil, that I warn thee from? When he shall split thy very heart with forrow; end to [Exit. hear her curses. Riv. Riv. And fo doth mine: I wonder fhe's at liberty. Ri. A virtuous and a Chriftian-like conclufion, Enter Catesby. [Afide. Catef. Madam, his Majefty doth call for you, And for your Grace, and you, my noble Lord. Queen. Catesby, we come; Lords, will you go with us s Riv. Madam, we will attend your Grace. [Exeunt all but Gloucefter. Glo. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. The fecret mischiefs, that I fet a-broach, I lay unto the grievous charge of others Clarence, whom I indeed have laid in darkness, I do beweep to many fimple gulls, wobler Namely to Stanley, Haftings, Buckingham; And tell them 'tis the Queen, and her allies, That ftir the King a against the Duke my brother. Now they believe it, and withal whet me To be reveng'd on Rivers, Dorfet, Gray. (1) He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains.] A Frank is an old English word for a hog-fty. Tis poffible he uses this metaphor to Clarence, in allufion to the creft of the family of York, which was a Boar. Whereto relate thofe old famous verses on Richard III. The cat, the rat, and Lovel the dog, toy Rule all England under a hog. He uses the fame metaphor in the laft fcence of act 4. POPE. But But then I figh, and with a Piece of Scripture, With old odd ends, ftol'n forth of holy Writ, Enter two Murtherers. But foft, here come my executioners. 1 Vil. 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, Sirs, be fudden in the execution, Withal obdurate; do not hear him plead; For Clarence is well-fpoken, and, perhaps, May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him. Vil. Fear not, my Lord, we will not ftand to prate Talkers are no good doers; be affur'd, We go to use our hands, and not our tongues. Glo. Your eyes drop mill-ftones, when fools' eyes drop tears, I like you lads-about your bufinefs-go. SCENE V. Changes to the Tower. [Exeunt; Brak. Why looks your Grace fo heavily to day? So full of ugly fights, of ghaftly dreams, (2) Faithful man.] Not an infidel. Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days; Bark. What was your dream, my Lord? I pray Cla. Methought, that I had broken from the Tower, And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy, And in my company my brother Glofter, Lord, Lord, methought, what pain it was to drown! Some lay in dead men's fkulls; and in thofe holes, Clar. Methought, I had; and often did I ftrive O then began the tempeft to my foul. I pafs'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferry-man, which Poets write of, (2)That woo'd the fimy bottom.-] By feeming to gaze upon it. Unto Unto the Kingdom of perpetual Night. Clar. Ah! Brakenbury, I have done thofe things, That now give evidence against my foul, For Edward's fake; and, fee how he requites me! Yet execute thy wrath on me alone: O, fpare my guiltlefs wife, and my poor children! My foul is heavy, and I fain would fleep. reft! Brak. I will, my Lord: God give your Grace good. [Clarence fleeps. Sorrow breaks feafons and repofing hours, (5) Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night, Princes have but their titles for their glories, (6) (3) Fleeting is the fame as changing fides. (4) O God! if my deep prayers, &c.] The four following lines have been added fince the first edition. (5) Sorrow breaks feafons, &c.] In the common editions the keeper is made to hold the dialogue with Clarence till this line. And here Brakenbury enters, pronouncing thefe words: which teem to me a reflection naturally refulting from the foregoing converfation, and therefore continued to be fpoken by the fame perfon, as it is accordingly in the first edition. (6) Princes have but their titles for their glories, B. 4. |