Glo. Margaret. 2. Mar. Richard ! Glo. Ha? 2. Mar. I call thee not, Glo. I cry thee mercy then; for I did think, That thou had'ft call'd me all these bitter names. 2. Mar. Why, fo I did; but look'd for no reply. Oh, let me make the period to my curse. Glo. 'Tis done by me; and ends in-Margaret. Queen. Thus have you breath'd your curse against yourself. 2. Mar. Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my fortune! Why ftrew'ft thou fugar on that bottled fpider, Fool, fool! thou whet'ft a knife to kill thyself. 2. Mar. Foul fhame upon you! you have all mov'd mine. Riv. Were you well ferv'd, you would be taught your duty. 2. Mar. To ferve me well, you all should do me duty, Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects: O, ferve me well, and teach yourselves that duty. Dorf. Difpute not with her, he is lunatic. 9 2.Mar. Peace, master Marquis, you are malapert; Your -bottled fpider.] A fpider is called bottled, because, like other infects, he has a middle flender and a belly protuberant. Richard's form and venom, make her liken him to a spider. JOHNSON. Peace, mafler Marquis, you are malapert, &c.] Shakespeare may either allude to the late creation of the marquis of Dorfet, or to the inflitution of the title of marquis here in England, as a special dignity, Your fire-new stamp of honour is fcarce current. They, that stand high, have many blasts to shake them; And, if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces. Glo. Good counfel, marry, learn it, learn it, marquis. Dorf. It touches you, my lord, as much as me, Gla. Ay, and much more: But I was born so high, Our aiery buildeth in the cedar's top, And dallies with the wind, and fcorns the fun. 2. Mar. And turns the fun to fhade;-alas! alas! Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's neft:- Buck. Peace, peace, for fhame, if not for charity. 2. Mar. Urge neither charity nor fhame to me; Uncharitably with me have you dealt, And fhamefully my hopes, by you, are butcher'd. And in my fhame ftill live my forrow's rage! 2. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I'll kiss thy hand, In fign of league and amity with thee: Now fair befal thee, and thy noble house! Buck. Nor no one here; for curfes never pafs dignity, which was no older than Richard II. Robert Vere, earl of Oxford, was the firft, who, as a diftinét dignity, received the title of marquis, ift December, anno noro Richardi fecundi. See Ahmole's Hiftory of the Order of the Garter, p. 456. GRAY. 2; Mar. 2. Mar. I'll not believe but they afcend the sky, And there awake God's gentle-fleeping 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 fet their marks upon him; And all their minifters attend on him. Glo. What doth fhe fay, my lord of Buckingham? Buck. Nothing that I refpect, my gracious lord. 2. Mar. What, doft thou fcorn me for my gentle counsel ? And footh the devil, that I warn thee from? O, but remember this another day, When he shall split thy very heart with forrow; [Exit. Buck. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses. Riv. And fo doth mine: I wonder, fhe'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. Dorf. 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! 2 He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains.] A frank is an old English word for a bog-fly. "Tis poffible he ufes this metaphor to Clarence, in allufion to the creft of the family of York, which was a boar. Whereto relate thofe famous old verfes on Richard III. The cat, the rat, and Lovel the dog, Rule all England under a hog. He uses the fame metaphor in the laft fcene of activ. Pore. Riv. A virtuous and a chriftian-like conclufion, To pray for them, that have done fcathe to us.3 Glo. So do I ever, being well advis'd; For had I curs'd now, I had curs'd myself. [Afide. Enter Catesby. Catef. Madam, his majefty doth call for you,And for your grace, and you, my noble lords. Queen. Catelby, we come: lords, will you go with us? Riv. Madam, we will attend you grace. [Exeunt all but Gloucester. Glo. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. The secret mischiefs, that I fet abroach, I lay unto the grievous charge of others. Clarence, whom I, indeed, have laid in darkness, Namely, to Stanley, Haftings, Buckingham; With old odd ends, ftol'n forth of holy writ; Enter two Murderers. But foft, here come my executioners. 1 Mur. We are, my lord, and come to have the warrant, done fcathe to us.] Scathe is harm, mischief. VOL. VII, D STREVENS, That That we may be admitted where he is. Gio. 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. 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. I like you, lads-about your bufiness straight. 1 Mur. We will, my noble lord. SCENE IV. An apartment in the Tower. Enter Clarence and Brakenbury. 4 [Exeunt. Brak. Why looks your grace fo heavily to-day? Clar. O, I have past a miserable night, So full of ugly fights, of ghaftly dreams, That, as I am a chriftian 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 crofs to Burgundy; And in my company my brother Glofter, 4 -faithful man,] Not an infidel. JOHNSON. Who |