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Dabbled in blood, and he shriek'd out aloud
dream. Brak. No marvel, lord, that it affrighted you : I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it.
Clar. Ah! Brakenbury, I have done those things That now give evidence against my soul, For Edward's fake : and, fee, how he requites me! O God! if my deep prayers cannot appeale thee, But thou wilt be aveng'd on my misdeeds, Yet execute thy wrath on me alone ; O, fpare my guiltless wife, and my poor children!
Sorrow breaks seasons and repofing hours, Makes night morning, and the noon-tide night.
Greatness, its Cares.
(6) Princes have but their titles for their glories, An outward honour, for an inward toil; And, for unfelt imaginations, They often feel a world of endless cares; So that between their titles, and low name, There's nothing differs but the outward fame.
(6) See pages 60, 61, &c. and the notes foregoing.
SCENE V. The Murderers Account of Conscience.
I'll not meddle with it; it is a dangerous thing, it makes a man a coward ; a man cannot steal, but it accuseth him; a man cannot swear, but it checks hiin ; a man cannot lye with his neighbour's wife, but it detects him. 'Tis a blushing shame-fac'd spirit, that mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold that by chance I found. It beggars any man that keeps it. It is turned out of towns and cities for dangerous thing; and every man that means
to live well, endeavours to trust to himself, and live with
Duchess of York on the Misfortunes of her Family.
Accursed and unquiet wrangling days !
Ah! that deceit should steal such gentle shape, And with a virtuous vizor hide deep vice!
Submission to Heaven, our Duty. (7) In common worldly things 'tis callid ungrateful With dull unwillingness to pay a debt, Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent; Much more to be thus opposite to heav'n ; For it requires the royal debt it lent you.
ACT III. SCENE V.
The Vanity of Trust in Man.
Scene VIII. Contemplation.
Description of the Murder of the two young Princes
in the Tower. The tyrannous and bloody act. is done : The inost arch deed of piteous massacre,
(7) In, &c.] This is spoken by the marquis of Dorset to the queen, when bewailing the loss of her husband Edward IV.
(8) 0, &c.] This possibly might have from the following lines in the 118th psalm.
That ever yet this land was guilty of!
Expedition. (9) Come, I have learn'd, that fearful commenting, Is leaden furvitor to dull delay : Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary. Then fiery expedition be my wing, Jove's mercury, and herald for a king.
It is better to trust in the Lord, than to put any confidence in
It is better to trust in the Lord, than to put any confidence in princes, &c. See too the 20th psalm.
(9) Come, &c.] The favourite apophthegm of Alex ander was Mnder arobaihop.evos : nothing is to be delay'd ; and Cadry his great rival, in Lucan's Pharsalia says,
Tolle moras, semper nocuit differre paraii.
Scene IV. Queen Margaret's Exprobation.
I call’d thee then poor shadow, painted queen, One heard on high, to be hurl'd down below: A mother only mock'd with two fair babes ; A dream of what thou wast; a garish flag, To be the aim of ev'ry dangerous shot ; A sign of dignity, a breath, a bubble; A queen in jest, only to fill the scene. Where is thy husband now, where be thy brothers? Where be thy children? wherein dost thou joy? Who sues and kneels, and says, God save the queen? Where be the bending peers that flatter'd thee? Where be the thronging troops that follow'd thee? Decline all this, and see what now thou art. For happy wife, a most distressed widow; For joyful mother, one that wails the name; For one being fu'd to, one that humbly fues ; For queen, a very caitiff crown'd with care; For one that scorn'd at me, now scorn'd of me; For one being fear'd of all, (10) now fearing one; For one commanding all, obey'd of none. Thus hath the course of justice wheeld about, And left thee but a very prey to time; Having no more but thought of what thou wert, To torture thee the more, being what thou art.
SCENE V. His Mother's
Character of King
Richard. Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy; Thy school days frightful, desp'rate, wild, and furious :
Thy (10) Now fearing one. ] It is very possible to understand and give sense to this, as it is now read; but I should apprehend the author wrote,
For one being fear'd of all, now fearing all: and this correction not only the next line, but the whole manner of the speech, as well as the superior clegance given to the pase fage, reen to confirm.