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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 fome 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 chriftian-like conclufion,
To pray for them that have done fcathe to us.
Glo. So do I ever, being well advis'd;-
For had I curs'd now, I had curs'd myself. [Afide.

Enter Catesby.

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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.

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[Exeunt all but Glofter. Glo. I do the wrong, and firft begin to brawl. The fecret mifchiefs that I fet abroach,

7 He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains ;-] A frank is an old English word for a bog-fty. "Tis poffible he ufes this metaphor to Clarence, in allufion to the creft 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 fame metaphor in the last scene of act IV. POPE.
A frank was not a common bog-ftye, but the pen in which
thofe hogs were confined of whom brawn was to be made.

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STEEVENS.

-done fcathe to us.] Scathe is harm, mischief. So, in Soliman and Perfeda:

Again:

"Whom now that paltry island keeps from feath."

"Millions of men oppreft with ruin and seath.”

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I lay unto the grievous charge of others.
Clarence,-whom I, indeed, have laid in darkness,
I do beweep to many fimple gulls;

Namely, to Stanley, Haftings, Buckingham;
And tell them-'tis the queen and her allies,
That ftir the king againft 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 fcripture,
Tell them that God bids us do good for evil:
And thus I clothe my naked villainy

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With old odd ends, ftol'n forth of holy writ;
And seem a faint, when most I play the devil.

Enter two Murderers.

But foft, here come my executioners.-
How now, my hardy, ftout, refolved mates?
Are you now going to difpatch this thing?

1 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 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. 1 Mur. Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand 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'

drop tears":

eyes

Your eyes drop mill-ftones, when fools' eyes drop tears;] This, I believe, is a proverbial expreffion. It is ufed again in the tra gedy of Cafar and Pompey, 1607:

Men's eyes mult mill-fiones drop, when fools fhed tears."

STEEVENS.

I like you, lads-about your business straight;
Go, go, difpatch.

1 Mur. We will, my noble lord.

SCENE IV.

An apartment in the Tower.

Enter Clarence, and Brakenbury,

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[Exeunt.

Brak. Why looks your grace fo heavily to-day? Clar. O, I have past a miserable night, So full of fearful dreams', of ugly fights, That, as I am a christian faithful man, I would not spend another fuch a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days; So full of difmal terror was the time.

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 England,

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 ftumbled; 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!

So full of fearful dreams,] The 4to. 1613, has ghafly dreams. MALONE. -faithful man,] Not an infidel. JoHNSON. D 4

What

What dreadful noife of water in mine ears!
What fights of ugly death' within mine eyes!
Methought, I faw a thousand fearful wrecks;
A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon;
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Ineftimable ftones, unvalued jewels*,

All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.

Some lay in dead men's fkulls; 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 lay fcatter'd by.
Brak. Had you fuch leifure in the time of death,
To gaze upon thefe fecrets of the deep?

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Clar. Methought, I had; and often did I strive To yield the ghost: but still the envious flood Kept in my foul, and would not let it forth To feek the empty, vast, and wand'ring air; But fmother'd it within my panting bulk, Which almoft burft to belch it in the fea.

Brak.

3 What fights of ugly death] The 4to. of 1613, readsWhat ugly fights of death. MALONE.

4 Ineftimable ftones, unvalued jewels,] Unvalu'd is here used for invaluable. So, in Lovelace's Pofthumous Poems, 1659: -the unvalew'd robe the wore

Again:

"Made infinite lay lovers to adore."

"And what fubftantial riches I poffefs,

"I muft to thefe unvalew'd dreams confefs." MALONE. By feeming to gaze

• That woo'd the flimy bottom

upon it; or, as we now fay, to ogle it. JOHNSON.

reads:

-but still the envious flood

Keft in my foul, and would not let it forth

To feek the empty, waft, and wand'ring air.] The folio

Stopp'd in my foul

and inflead of―to Jeek the empty &c. has to find the empty, c. The quarto of 1613, evidently by a mistake of the compofitor, reads:

To keep the empty, &c,

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Brak. Awak'd you not with this fore agony? Clar. O, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life; O, then began the tempeft to my foul! I pafs'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman' which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The firft that there did greet my stranger foul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cry'd aloud,-What Scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford falfe Clarence? And fo he vanifh'd: Then came wand'ring by A fhadow like an angel, with bright hair Dabbled in blood; and he fhriek'd out aloud,Clarence is come,falfe, fleeting, perjur'd Clarence,That ftabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury;Seize on him, furies, take him to your torments!With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears

Such

This line would, I think, be improved by a different pune

tuation:

To find the empty vaft, and wandring air. To find the immenfe vacuity &c. Vaft is ufed as a fubftantive, by our author, in other places. So, in Pericles:

"Thou God of this great

Again, in The Winter's Tale: "

vaft, rebuke the furges-" -they have feemed to be

together though abfent; fhook hands over a vaft"

MALONE.

7 grim ferryman.] The folio reads-four ferryman.

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STEEVENS.

-fleeting, perjur'd Clarence,] Fleeting is the fame as changing fides. JOHNSON.

So, in Antony and Cleopatra:

now the fleeting moon

No planet is of mine.

Clarence broke his oath with the earl of Warwick, and joined the army of his brother king Edward IV. STEEVENS.

9 a legion of foul fiends

Environ'd me, &c.]

Milton feems to have thought on this paffage where he is defcribing the midnight fufferings of Our Saviour, in the 4th book of Paradife Regain'de

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