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She may do inore, sir, than denying that:

Glo. If I should be ?-I had rather be a pedlar She may help you to many fair preferments; Far be it from my heart, the thought thereof! And then deny her aiding hand therein,

Q. Eliz. As liite joy, my lord, as you suppose And lay those honours on your high desert. You should enjoy, were you this country's king; What may she 1101? She may, -ay, marry, may As little joy you may suppose in me, she,

That I enjoy, being the queen thereof. Riv. What, marry, may she ?

R. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof; Glo. What, marry, may she ? marry with a king, For I am she, and aliogether joyless. A bachelor, a handsome stripling too;

I can no longer hold me patient. (Advancing. I wis,' your grandam bad a worser match. Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out

Q. Eliz. My lord of Gloster, I have too long borne in sharing that which you have pill'ds from me: Your blunt upbraidings, and your bitter scoffs : Which of you trembles not, that looks on me ? By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty,

If not, thai, I being queen, you bow like subjects; of those gross taunis I often have endur'd. Yet that, by you depos'd, you quake like rebels ? I had rather be a country servant maid,

Ah, gentle villain, do not turn away! Than a great queen, with this condition

Glo. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st' thou in To be so baited, scorn'd, and stormed at:

my sight? Small joy have I in being England's queen.

Q. Mar. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd;

That will I make, before I let thee go.
Enter QUEEN MARGARET, behind.

Glo. Wert thou not banished on pain of death ?a Q. Mar. And lessen'd be that small, God, I be

Q. Mar. I was; but I do find more pain in banseech thee!

ishment, Thy honour, state, and seat, is due to me.

Than death can yield me here by my abode. Glo. What? threat you 'me with telling of the A husband, and a son, thou ow'st to me,king?

And thou a kingdom ;-all of you, allegiance : Tell him, and spare not: look, what I have said

This sorrow that I have, by right is yours; I will avouch, in presence of the king :

And all the pleasures you usurp are mine. I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower.

Glo. The curse my noble father laid on thee, 'Tis time to speak, my pains” are quite forgot.

When thou didst crown his warlike brows with Q. Mar. Out, devil! I remember them too well :

paper, Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower,

And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes ; And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury. And then, to dry them, gav'st the duke a clout, Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or your husband Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland ;

His king,

then from bitterness of soul

curses, I was a packhorse in his great affairs;

Denounc'd against thee, are all fall’n upon thee; A weeder-out of his proud adversaries,

And God, not we, hath plagu'd thy bloody deed. A liberal rewarder of his friends;

Q. Eliz. So just is God, to right the innocent. To royalize his blood, I spilt mine own.

Hast. 0, 'twas the foulest deed to slay that babe, Q. Mar. Ay, and much better blood than his, or And the most merciless that e'er was heard of. thine.

Riv. Tyrants themselves wept when it was reGlo. In all which time, you, and your husband

ported. Grey,

Dors. No man but prophesied revenge for it. Were factious for the house of Lancaster ;

Buck. Northumberland, then present, wept to see And, Rivers, so were you :-Was not your husband In Margaret's battle at Saint Albans slain 23

Q. Mar. What! were you snarling all, before I Let me put in your minds, if you forget,

came, What you have been ere now, and what you are ;

Ready to catch each other by the throat, Withal, wha: I have been, and what I am.

And turn you all your hatred now on me! Q. Mar. A murderous villain, and so still thou art.

Did York's dread curse prevail so much with heaven, Glo. Poor Clarence did forsake his father War- That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, wick,

Their kingdom's loss, my woful banishment, Ay, and forswore himself,—Which Jesu pardon!

Could all butll answer for that peevish brat? R. Mar. Which God revenge !

Can curses pierce the clouds, and enter heaven: Glo. To fight on Edward's party, for the crown:

Why, then give way, dull clouds, to my quick

curses ! And, for his meed, * poor lord, he is mew'd up: I would to God, my heart were flint like Edward's, Though not by war, by surfeit die your king,"? · Or Edward's soft and pitiful, like mine;

As ours by murder, to make him a king ! I am too childish-foolish for this world.

Edward, thy son, that now is prince of Wales, Q. Mar. Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave For Edward, my son, that was prince of Wales this world,

Die in his youth, by like untimely violence!

Thyself a queen, for me that was a queen,
Thou cacodæmon! there thy kingdom is.
Riv. My lord of Gloster, in those busy days,

Outlive thy glory, like my wretched self!
Which here you urge, to prove us enemies,

Long may’si thou live, to wail thy children's loss; We follow'd then our lord, our lawful king;

And see another, as I see thee now, So should we you, if you should be our king.

Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stall'd in mine!

Long die thy happy days before thy death ; ** 1 i. e. I think. 2 Labours.

libiting any of his subjects from aiding her return, or 3 See note on King Henry VI. Part III. Act iii. Se. 2. harbouring her, should she attempt to revisit England. Margaret's ballle is Margaret's army.

She remained abroad till April, 1171, when she landed 4 Reward.

at Weymouth. After the battle of Tewksbury, in May, 5 To pill is to pillage. It is often used with in poll or 1471, she was confined in the Tower where she con strip. Kildare did use to pill and poll his friendes, inued a prisoner till 1475, when she was ransomed by tenants, and reteyners.'-Holinshed.

her father Regnier, and removed to France, where she 6 Gentle is here used ironically.

Jied in 1492. So that ber introduction in the present 7 What dost thou in my sight.' This phrase has scene is a mere poetical fiction. been already explained in the notes to Love's Labour's 9 To plague in ancient language is to punish. Hence Lost, Activ. Sc. 3. In As You Like It, Act i. Sc. I, the scriptural term of the plagues of Egypt. Shakspeare again plays upon the word make, as in this 10 See King Henry VI. Part III. Act I, Sc. 2:instance :

What, weeping.ripe, my Lord Northumberland." . Now, sir, what make you here?

11 But is here used in its exceptive sense : could ali Nothing: I am not taught to make any thing.' this only, or nothing but (i. be oul or except) this an. 8 Margaret fled into France after the battle of Hex. swer for the death of that brat. ham, in 1464, and Edward issued a proclamation pro- 12 Alluding to his luxurious life.

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And, after many lengthen'd hours of grief, 0, that your young nobility could judge,
Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen!- What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable!
Rivers,—and Dorset,-you were stauders by,– They that stand high, have many blasts to shake
And so wast thou, Lord Hastings,—when my son

them : Was stabb'd with bloody daggers : God, I pray him, And, if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces. That none of you may live your natural age,

Glo. Good counsel, marry ;-learn it, learn it, But by some unlook'd accident cut off!

narquis. Glo. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither's Dors. It touches you, my lord, as much as me. hag.

Glo. Ay, and much more: But I was horn so high, Q. Mar. And leave out thee ? stay, dog, for thou Our aiery buildeth in the cedar's top, shalt hear me.

And dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun. If heaven have any grievous plague in store,

Q. Mar. And turns the sun to shade!-alas! Exceeding those thai I can wish upon thee,

alas 0, let them keep it, till thy sins be ripe,

Witness my son, now in the shade of death; And then hurl down their indignation

Whose bright outshining beams thy cloudy wrath On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peate ! Hath in eternal darkness folded up. The worm of conscience still be-gnaw thy soul ! Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest :Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st, O God, that seest ii, do not suffer it; And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends! As it was won will blood, lost be it so! No sleep close up that deadiy eye of thine,

Buck. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charity. Unless it be while some tormenting dream

Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me; Affrights theo with a hell of ugly devils !

Uncharitably with me have yon dealt, Thou elvish-mark’d, abortive, rooting hog!' And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd. Thou that wast seal'd in thy nativity

My charity is outrage, life my shame,The slave of nature, and the son of hell!

And in my shame still live my sorrow's rage ! Thou slander of thy mother's heavy womb!

Buck. Have done, have done. Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins !

Q: Mar. O princely Buckingham, I kiss thy hand, Thou rag of honour! thou detested

In sign of league and amity with thee:
Glo. Margaret.

Now fair befall thee, and thy noble house!
Q. Mar.
Richard !

Thy garments are not spotted with our blood,
Glo.

Ha?

Nor thou within the compass of my curse. Q. Mar.

I call thee not. Buck, Nor no one here; for curses never pass Glo. I cry thee mercy then; for I did think, The lips of those that breathe them in the air. That thou hadst callid me all these bitter names. .Q. Mar. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky,

Q. Mar. Why, so I did: but look'd for no reply. And there awake God's gentle-sleeping peace. 0, let me make the period to my curse.

O Buckingham, beware of yond doy ; Glo. 'Tis done by me; and ends in-Margaret. Look, when he fawns, he bites; and, when he bites, Q. Eliz. Thus have you breath'd your curse His venom tooth will rankle to the death : against yourself!

Have not to do with him, beware of him ; Q. Mar. Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him fortune!

And all their ministers attend on him. Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider, ? Glo. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham? Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about?

Buck. Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord. Fool, fool! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself. Q. Mar. Whai, dost thou scorn me for my gentle The day will come, that thou shalt wish for me

counsel ? To help thee curse this pois’nous bunch-back'd And soothe the devil that I warn thee from? toad.

0, but remember this another day, Hast. False-boding woman, end thy frantic curse;

When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow; Lest, to thy harm, thou move our patience. And say, poor Margaret was a prophetess.Q. Mar. Foul shame upon you! you have all Live each of you the subjects to his hate, mov'd mine.

And he to yours, and all of you to God's ? [Exit. Riv. Were you well serv'd, you would be taught Hast. My hair doth stand on end to hear her

your duty. Q. Mar. To serve me well, you all should do me Riv. And so doth mine; I muse, why she's at duty,

Liberty. Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects : Glo. I cannot blame her, by God's holy mother; O, serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty. She hath had too much wrong, and I repent Dors. Dispute not with her, she is lunatic. My part thereof, that I have done to her. Q. Mar. Peace, master inarquis, you are mala- Q. Eliz. I never did her any, to my knowledge. pert:

Glo. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong. Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current ;' I was too hot to do somebody good,

That is too cold in thinking of it now.

Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid : I Thou elvish-mark'd, abortive, ronting hog.' It was an old prejudice which is not yet quite extinct, that those who are defective or deformed, are marked by na.

2 Alluding to Gloster'g form and venom, A bottled ture as prone to mischief. She calls him hog, in allu- spider is a large, bloated, glossy spider : supposed to sion to his cognizance, which was a boar, • The ex. contain venom proportionate to its size. pression (says Warburton) is fine; remembering her 3 He was created marquis of Dorset in 1476. The youngest son, she alludes to the ravage which bogs scene is laid in 1477-3. make with the finest flowers in gardens; and inti- 4 Alery for brood. This word properly signified a mating that Elizabeth was to expect 11o other treatment brood of eagles, or hawks; though in later times often for her sons. The rhyme for which Collingborne was used for the nest of those birds of prey. Its etymology executed, as given by Meywood in his Metrical History is from eyren, eges; and we accordingly sometimes find of King Edward IV. will illustrate this :

it spelled eyry. The commentators explained it nest in The cat, the ral, and Lovell our dog,

this passage, according to which explanation the mean. . Doe rule all England under a hog.

ing a few lines lower would be, 'your nest buildeth in The crooke backt boore the way hath found our nesi's nest! To root our roses from our ground,

ö It is evident, from the conduct of Shakspeare, that Both flower and bud will he confound,

the house of Tudor retained all their Lancastrian preTill king of beasts the swine be crown'd: judices, even in the reign of Queen Elizabeth. He And then the dog, the cat, and rat

seems to deduce the woes of the house of York from the Shall in his trou feed and be fal.

which Queen Margaret had ranted against them, The persons aimed at in this rhyme, were the king, and he could not give that weight to her curses, without Catesby, Ratcliff, and Lovell.

curses.

supposing a right in her to uuer them.-Walpole.

curse

He is frank'd' up to fatting for his pains ;- And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy ;*
God pardon them that are the cause thereof ! And, in my company, my brother Glosier :

Riv. A virtuous and a christianlike conclusion, Whó from my cabin tempted me to walk
To pray for them that have done seathto us. Upon the hatches; thence we look'd toward Eng-
Glo. So do I ever, being well advis'd ;-

land, For had I curs'd now, I had curs'd myself. (Aside. And cited up a thousand heavy times, Enter CATESBY.

During the wars of York and Lancaster

That liad befall'n us.
Cates. Madam, his majesty both call for you,- Upon the giddy footing of the hatches,

As we pac'd along
And for
your grace,-and

you, my noble lords. Q. Eliz. Catesby, I come :-Lords, will you go S:ruck me, that thought to stay hin, overboard,

Muthought, that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, with me? Riv. Madam, we will attend your grace.

Into the tumbling billows of the main.
(Exeunt all but GLOSTER. What dreadful noise of water in mine ears:

O lord ! methought, what pain it was to drown
Glo. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl.
The secret mischiess that I set abroach,

What sights of ugly death within mine eyes! I lay unto the grievous charge of others.

Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; Clarence,—whom I, indeed, have laid in darkness, Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,

A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon;
I do beweep to many simple gulls;
Namely, lo Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham;

Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,

All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea, And tell them--'is the queen and her allies,

Sume lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes That stir the king against the duke my brciher. Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept Now they believe it; and withal whei me

(As 'twere in scurn of eyes) reflecting gems, To be reveng’d on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: But then I sigh, and with a piece of scripture,

That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, Tell them that God bids us do good for evil :

And mock'd the dead bones that lay scaiter'd by.

Brak. Had you such leisure in the time of death And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ:

To gaze upon these secrets of the deep? And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.

Clar. Methought, I had; and often did I strive

To vield the ghost :' but still the envious flood Enter Two Murderers.

Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth But soft, here come my executioners.

To seek the empty, vast,' and wand'ring air ;

But smother'd it within my panting bulk,
How now, my hardy, stout resolved mates?
Are you now going to despatch this thing?

Which almost burst to belch it in ihe sea. 1 Murd. We are, my lord ; and come to have the

Brak. Awak'd you not with this sore ageny ? warrant,

Clar. O, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life ; That we may be admitted where he is.

0, then began the tempest 10 my soul! Glo. Well thought upon, I have it here about me: I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood,

(Gives the Warrant. With that grim ferryman which poets write of, When you have done, repair to Crosby-place.

Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. But, sirs, be sudden in the execution,

The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead;

Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick, For Clarence is well spoken, and, perhaps,

Who cry'd aloud, -I Vhat scourge for perjury May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him. Can this dark monarchy utford false Clarence ? 1 Murd. Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand to And so he vanish'd: Then came wand'ring by prate,

A shadow like an angel, with bright hair Talkers are nó great doers; be assurd,

Dabbled in blood," and he smiek'd out aloud, We go to use our hands, and not our tongues.

Clarence is come, --false, fleeting,''perjur'd Clarence, Glo. Your eyes drop mill-stones, when fools'

Thul stubb'd me in the ficlıl by Tewksbury ;

eyes drop tears :)

Seize on him, furies, take him lo your torments ! I like you, lads :-about your business straight;

With that, methought, a legion of soul fiends Go, go, despatch.

Enviror'd

me,

and howled in mine cars 1 Murd, We will, my noble lord.

Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise,

[Ereunt. I trembling wak’d, and, for a season after, SCENE IV. London. A Room in the Tower. Such terrible impression made my drcam,

Could not believe but that I was in bell;
Enter CLARENCE and BRAKENBURY.

Brak. No, marvel, lord, though it affrighted you !
Brak, Why looks your grace so heavily to-day? I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it.
Clar. O, I have pass'd a miserable night,

Clar. O, Brakenbury, I have done these things So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,

That now give evidence against my soul,-That, as I am a christian faithful man,

For Edward's sake ; and, see, how he requites I would not spend another such a night,

me! Though 'were to buy a world of happy days; O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee, So full of dismal terror was the time.

But thou wili be aveng'd on my misteeds, Brak, What was your dream, my lord ? I pray Yet execute thy wrath on me alone : you, tell me.

0,spare my guiltless wisu,'' and my poor children: Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the Tower,

of the duke of Burgundy ; but the match was opposed

by Edward, who hoped to have obtained her for his bro. ! A frank is a pen or coop in which hogs and other ther-in-law, Lord Rivers, and this circumstance bas animals were confined while fatting. To be franked up been suggested as the principal cause of the breach bewas to be closely confined. To franch, or frank, was ween Edward and Clarence Mary of Burgundy howto stuff, to cram, to fatten.

ever chose a husband for herself, having married, in 2 Harm, mischief.

1477, Maximilian, son of the Emperor Frederic. 3 This appears to have been a proverbial saying. I 5 See a note on Milton's Lycidas, v. 157. Milton's occurs again in the tragedy of Cæsar and Pompey, Minor Poems, by T. Warton, ed. 1791. ,607

6 Uncalaed for invaluable, not to be valued, inesti. Men's eyes mus millstones drop, when fools shed mabe.

7 Vast is waste, desolate. Vastum per inane. + Clarence was desirous to assist his sister Margaret 8 Bulk, i. e. breast. See note on Hamlet, Act li. Sc. 1. against the French king, who invaded her jointire lands 9 Lee has transplanted this image into his Mithridates, after the death of her husband, Charles duke of Bur. Activ, Sc. I. gundy, who was killed at Nancy, in January, 1476-7. 10 Fleeling or flitting, in old language, was used for Isabel, the wile of Clarence, being then dead (poisoned uncertain, inconstant, fluctuating. by the duke of Gloucester, as it has been conjectured,) 11 The wife of Clarence diell before he was appre ho wished to have married Mary, the daughter and heir hended and confined in the Tower.

tears.'

but

with me.

anon.

I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me;

2 Murd. I'll not meddle with it, it is a dangerous My soul is beavy, and I fain would sleep. thing, it makes a man a coward; a man cannot Brak. I will, my lord; God give your grace good steal, but it accuseth him; a man cannot swaai, rest

fit checks him; a man cannot be wihliis neighbour's (CLARENCE reposes himself on a Chair. wife, but it detects him: 'Tis a blushing shameSorrow breaks seasons, and reposing hours, faced spirit, that murinies in a man's bosom ; it hils Makes the night morning, and the noontide night. one full of obstacles : it made me once restore a Princes have but their litles for their glories, purse of gold, that by chance I finind: it beggars An outward honour for an inward toil ;

any man that keeps 11: it is turned out of all towns And, for unfelt imaginations,

and cities for a dangerous thing, and every man They often feel a world of restless cares :: that means to live well, endeavours to trust to himSo that, between their titles, and low name, self, and live without it. There's nothing differs but the outward fame. l'Murd. 'Zounds, it is even now at my elbow, Enter the Two Murderers.

persuading me not to kill the duke.

2 Murd. Take the devil in thy mind, and believe I Murd. Ho! who's here? Brak. What would'st thou fellow? and how him not: he would insinuate wish thee, but to make

thee sigh. cam'st thou hither ? I Murd, I would speak with Clarence, and I

I Murd. I am strong-fram’d, he cannot prevail came hither on my legs.

2 Murd. Spoke like a tall“ fellow, that respects Brak. What, so brief? 2 Murd. O, sir, 'tis better to be brief than te

his reputation. Come, shall we fall io work ?'

I Murd. Take him over the costards with the dious :Let him see our commission; talk no more.

hilis of thy sword, and then throw him into the malm(A Paper is delivered to BRAKENBURY, who sey but in the next room.

2 Murd. O excellent device ! and make a sop of reads it,

him. Brak. I am, in this, commanded to deliver

1 Murd. Soft! he wakes. The noble duke of Clarence 10 your hands :

2 Murd. S rike. I will not reason what is meant hereby, Because I will be guiltless of the meaning.

1 Murd. No, we'll reason with him.

Clar. Where art thou, keeper? give me a cup of Here are the keys ;-there sits the duke asleep:

wine. I'll lo the king ; and signify to him,

I Murd. You shall have wine enough, my lord, That thus I have resign'd to you my charge. 1 Murd. You may, sir ; 'uis a point of wisdom:

Clar. In God's name, what art thou ? Fare you well.

(Exit BRAKENBURY.

1 Murd. A man, as you are. 2 Murd. What, shall we stab him as he sleeps ?

Clar. But not, as I am, royai. I Murd. No; he'll say, 'was done cowardly,

1 Murd. Nor you, as we are, loval. when he wakes.

Clar. Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks aro 2 Murd. When he wakes! why, fool, he shall

humble, never wake until the great judgment day.

I Murd. My voice is now the king's, my looks, 1 Murd. Why, then he'll say, we stabb'd him

mine own. sleeping.

Clar. How darkly, and how deadly dost thou 2 Murd. The urging of that word, judgment, hath bred a kind of remorse in me.

speak!

Your eyes do menace me: Why look you pale ? I Murd. What ? art thou afraid?

Who sent you hither? Wherefore do you come ? 2 Murd. Not to kill him, having a warrant for it ; Both Murd, To, to, to, but to be damn'd for killing him, from the which no Clar. To murder me? warrant can defend me.

Both Murd. Av, ay. 1 Murd. I thought, thou had'st been resolute.

Clar. You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so, 2 Muril. So I am, to let him live.

And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it. 1 Murd. I'll back to the duke of Gloster, and wherein, my friends, have 1 offended you? tell him so.

I Murd. Offended us you have not, but the king. 2 Murd. Nay, I pr’ythee, stay a little : I hope, Clar. I shall be reconcil'd to him again. this holy humour of mine will change ; it was wont

2 Murd. Never, my lord; therefore prepare to to hold me but while one would tell twenty.

die. I Murd. How dost thou feel thyself now?

Clar. Are you call'd forth from out a world of 2 Murd. 'Faith, some certain dregs of conscience

men, are yet within me.

To slay the innocent ? What is my offence? i Murd. Remember our reward, when the deed's Where is the evidenre that doth accuse me ? done.

What lawful quest? have given their verdict up 2 Murd. Come, he dies; I had forgot the reward. Unto the frowning judge ? or who pronounc'd 1 Murd. Where's thy conscience now?

The biller sentence of poor Clarence' death? 2 Murd. In the duke of Gloster's purse. Before I be convict by course of law,

I Murd. So, when he opens his purse to give us To threaten me with death is most unlawful. our reward, thy conscience fies oui.

I charge you, as you hope to have redemption, 2 Murd.''Tis no matter; let it go; there's few, By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins, or none, will entertain it. 1 Murd. What, if it come to thee again?

5 Head.

6 i. e. talk with him 1 This line may be thus understood, The glories of

7 Quest was the term for a jury. Aquest of twelve princes are nothing more than empty titles:' but it would men, Duodecim viralus.'- Buret. In Hamlet we have impress the purpose of the speaker, and correspond bet-crowner's puest law.' wr with the following lines, if it were read :-

Shakspeare has followed the current tale of his own Princes have but their titles for their troubles.' time. But the truth is, that Clarence was tried and

Johnson. found guilty by his peers, and a bill of attainder was af. 9 They often suffer real miseries for imaginary and cerwards passed against him. According to Sir Tho. unreal gratifications.

mas More, his death was commanded by Edward; but 3 One villain says, Conscience is at his elbow, per. he does not assert that the duke of Gloster was the in suading him not to kill the duke. The other says, take strument. Polydore Virgil says, though he talked with the devil into thy mind, who will be a match for thy several persons who lived at the time, he never could conscience, and believe it not. Perhaps conscience is get any certain account of the motives that induced Ed. here personified, as in Launcelot's dialogue in the Mer. ward in put his brother to death. chant of Venice; but however that may be, Shakspeare 8 This line was altered, and the subsequent lino would have used him for it without seruplo

omitted, by the editors of the Sodio, lo avoid che penalty l... a bold courageous fellono.

of the valuta N

do,

law to us,

That you depart, and lay no hands on me;

Clir. Hast thou that ho.y feeling in thy soul, The deed you undertake is damınabie.

To counsel me to make my peace with God, I Murd. What we will do, we do upon coinmand. And art thou yet to thy own soul so blind, 2 Murd. And he, that hath commanded, is our That thou wilt war with God, by murdering me? king.

Ah, sirs, consider, he, that set you on
Clar. Erroneous vassal! the great King of kings To do this deed, will hate you for the deed.
Hath in the table of his law commanded,

2 Murd. What shall we do ? That thou shalt do no murder; Wilt thou then Clar.

Relent, and save your souls. Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's ?

Lurd. Relent! 'tis cowardly, and womanish. Take heed; for he holds vengeance in his hand, Clar. Not to relent, is beastly, savage, devilish. To hurl upon their heads that break his law. Which of you, if you were a prince's son, 2 Murd. And that samo vengeance doth he hurl Being pent from liberty, as I am now, on thee,

If two such murderers as yourselves came to you, For false forswearing, and for murder too :

Would not entreat for life?
Thou didst receive the sacrament, to fight My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks;
In quarrel of the house of Lancaster.

O, if thine eye be not a Hatterer,
1 Murd. And, like a traitor to the name of God, Come thou on my side, and entreat for me,
Didst break that vow; and, with thy treacherous As you would beg, were you in any distress.
blade,

A begging prince what beggar pities not? Unrip'd<r the howels of thy sovereign's son. 2 Murd. Look behind you, my lord. 2 Murd. Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and 1 Murd. Take that, and that; if all this will not defend.

(Stabs him. 1 Murd. How canst thou urge God's dreadful I'll drown you in the malmsey butt within.

(Erit, with the body. When thou hast broke it in such dear! degree? 2 Murd. A bloody deed, and desperately deClar. Alas! for whose sake did I that ill deed?

spatch'd! For Edward, for my brother, for his sake :

How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands lle sends you not to murder me for this;

Of this most grievous guilty murder done! For in that sin he is as deep as I.

Re-enter first Murderer. Ir God will be avenged for the deed, 0, know you, that he doth it publicly;

1 Murd. How now? what mean'st thou, that Take not the quarrel from his powerful arın;

thou help’st me not? He needs no indirect nor lawless course,

By heaven, the duke shall know how slack you have To cut off those that have offended him.

been. 1 Murd. Who made thee ihen a bloody minister, 2 Murd. I would he knew, that I had sav'd his When galiant springing, brave Plantagenet,

brother! That princely novice,' was struck dead by ihee? Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say;

Clar. My brother's love, the devil, and my rage. For I repent me that the duke is slain. (Erit. I Murd. Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy

1 Murd. So do not l; go, coward, as thou art. fault,

Well, I'll go hide the body in some hole,
Proyrke us híther now to slaughter thee?

Till that the duke give order for his burial:
Clar. If you do love my brother, hate not me; And when I have my meed, I will away ;
I am his brother, and I love him well.

For this will out, and then I must not stay. [Erit.
If you are hired for meed, go back again,
And I will send you to my brother Gloster;
Who shall reward you better for my life,

ACT II. Than Edward will for lidings of my deaih.

SCENE I. London. A Room in the Palace. Enter 2 Murd. You are deceiv’d, your brother Gloster hates you.

King EDWARD (led in sick), QUEEN ELIZAClar. O, no; he loves me, and he holds me dear:

BETH, Dorset, Rivers, HASTINGS, BUCKINGGo you to him from me.

HAM, Grey, and
Both Murd.
Aye, so we will.

K. Edw. Why, so :-—now have I done a good
Clar. Tell him, when that our princely father York day's work ;--
Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm, You peers, continue this united league :
And charg'd us from his soul to love each other, I every day expect an embassage
He little thought of this divided friendship:

From my Redeemer to redeem me hence; Bid Gloster think on this, and he will weep; And now in peace my soul shall part to heaven, 1 Murd. Ay, millstones ; as he lesson'd us to Since I have made my friends at peace on earth. weep.

Rivers, and Hastings, take each other's hand; Clar. O, do not slander him, for he is kind. Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love. I Murd. Right, as snow in harvest.-Come, you Riv. By heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudgdeceive yourself ;

ing hate; 'Tis he that sends us to destroy you here.

And with my hand I seal my true heart's love. Clar. It cannot be ; for he bewept my fortune, Hast. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like! And hugg’d me in his arms, and swore, with sobs, King Edw. Take heed, you dally not before your That he would labour my delivery.

king ; 1 Murd. Why, so he doth, when he delivers you Lest he, that is the supreme King of kings, From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven. Confound

your hidden falsehood, and award 2 Murd. Make peace with God, for you must die, Either of you to be the other's end.

Host. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love!

Riv. And I, as I love Hastings with my heart! 1 See note on Twelfth Night, Act v. Sc. I. 2 Blooming Plantagenet, a prince in the spring of from Sir John Paston to his brother, dated Feb 14, life.

1471-2:-'Yesterday the king, the queen, my lords of 8 Youth, one yet new to the world.

Clarence and Gloucester went to Shene to pardon; men 4 Reward.

my lord.

say, not all in charity. The king entreateth my lord of 5 Walpole rightly suggested, from the Chronicle of Clarence for my lord of Gloucester ; and, as it is said, Croyland, that the true cause of Gloster's hatred to Cla: he answereth, that he may well have my lady bis sis. rence was, that Clarence was unwilling to share with ter-in-law, but they shall part no livelihood, as he his brother that moiety of the estate of the great earl of saih; 90, what will fall, can I not say.'- Paston's Let. Warwick, to which Gloster became entitled on his mar. ters, vol. ii. p. 91. riage with the younger sister of the duchess of Cla ence,

do not merely cloke and conceal your ill-will to Lady Anne Neville, who had been betrothed to Edward each other, but eradicate it altogether from your busoms, prinse of Wales. This is fully confirmed by a louer and swear to love each other.

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