Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's nesto:
O God, that fee'st it, do not suffer it;
As it was won with blood, loft be it fo!

Buck. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charity.

2. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me;
Uncharitably with me have you dealt,
And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd.
My charity is outrage, life my shame,--
And in my shame still live my sorrow's rage !

Buck. Have done, have done.

Q. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I'll kiss thy hand,
In sign of league and amity with thee :
Now fair befal 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 upon 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.
2. Mar. What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle

counsel ?
And footh the devil that I warn thee from?

6 Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's neft :-) An aiery is a bawk's or an eagle's nest. So, in Green's Card of Fancy, 1608 :

• It is a subtle bird that breeds among the aiery of hawks." Again, in Heywood's Rape of Lucrece, 1630 :

“ His high-built aiery shall be drown'd in blood."
Again, in Maffinger's Maid of Honour :

“ One aiery, with proportion, ne'er discloses
• The eagle and the wren.” STEEVENS,
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O, but

O, but remember this another day,
When he shall split thy very heart with forrow;
And say, poor Margaret was a prophetess.
Live each of you the subjects to his hate,
And hé to yours, and all of you to God's?! [Exit.
· Buck. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses.
Riv. And so doth mine; I wonder, she's at liberty 8.

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.

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 some 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 conclufion,

: Live each of you the subjects to his hate,

And he to yours, and all of you to God's!] It is evident from the conduct of Shakespeare, that the house of Tudor retained all their Lancastrian prejudices, even in the reign of queen Elizabeth. In this play of Richard the Third, he seems to reduce the woes of the house of York from the curses which queen Margaret had vented against them; and he could not give that weight to her curses, without supposing a right in her to utter them. WALPOLE. 8

I wonder She's at liberty.) Thus the quarto. The folio reads :

I mufe, why nie's at liberty. STEEVENS. 9 He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains ;-) A frank is an old English word for a hog-fly. "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 same metaphor in the lait scene of act IV. Pope.

A frank was not a common hog-fiye, but the pen in which those hogs were confined of whom brawn was to be made.

STEEVENS.

To

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. [Aside.

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.

[Exeunt all but Glofter.
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 figh, and, with a piece of scripture,
Tell then-that God bids us do good for evil :
And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With old odd ends, ftol'n forth of hóly writ;
And seem a faint, when most I play the devil,

Enter two Murderers.
But soft, here come my executioners.--
How now, my hardy, stout, resolved mates ?
Are you now going to dispatch this thing ?

I ---done scathe to us.] Scathe is harm, misehief.
So, in Soliman and Perseda :

“ Whom now that paltry island keeps from feath."
Again :
“ Millions of men opprest with ruin and Scath.”

STEEVENS

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! 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 sudden in the cxecution, Withal obdurate, do nor hçar him plead; For Clarence is well spoken, and, perhaps, May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him. i Mur. Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand to

prate, Talkers are no good doers; be assurd, 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, dispatch.

1 Mur, We will, my noble lord. (Exeunt

SCEN E IV,

An apartment in the Tower.

Enter Clarence, and Brakenbury.
Brak. Why ļooks your grace so heavily to-day?

Clar. O, I have past 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.

* Your eyes drop mill-ftones, when fools' syes drop tears ; ] This, I þelieve, is a proverbial expression. It is used again in the tragedy of Cæsar and Pompey, 1607 : “ Men's eyes must mill-flones drop, when fools shed tears."

STEEVENS. -faithful man,] Not an infidel. Johnson.

Brak.

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 Glofter 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!
What dreadful noise of water in mine ears!
What fights of ugly death within mine eyes !
Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks;
A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon;
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels 4,
All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.
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 Nimy bottom of the deep,
And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.

4 Inestimable ftones, unvalued jewels,] Unvalu'd is here ufed for invaluable. So, in Lovelace's Posthumous Poems, 1659:

the unvalew'd robe she wore " Made infinite lay lovers to adore." Again :

66 And what substantial riches I possess,

66 I must to these unvalew'd dreams confefs." MALONE. 5. That woo'd the Soimy bottom -] By seeming to gąze upon it ; or, as we now say, to ogle it. Johnson,

Brak.

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