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Richard the Third, I. iii

And dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun.

Q. Mar. And turns the sun to shade; alas! alas!

Witness my son, now in the shade of death;

Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath

Hath in eternal darkness folded up.

Your aery buildeth in our aery's nest:

O God! that seest it, do not suffer it;

As it was won with blood, lost be it so!

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

Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me:

Uncharitably with me have you dealt,

And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd.

My charity is outrage, life my shame;

And in that 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 befall 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 will not think but they ascend the sky,

And there awake God's gentle-sleeping peace.

O Buckingham! take heed 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 on him,

And all their ministers attend on him.

Rich. What doth she say, my Lord of Buckingham?

 265 dallies: trifles

277 My shame; cf. n.

284 compass: range

285, 286 curses air; cf. n.

287 but: otherwise than that

291 rankle: cause a festering wound

