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Riv. She may, my lord; for
Glo. She may, lord Rivers ?—why, who knows
not so t
She may do more, sir, than denying that:
Riv. What, marry, may she?
Glo. What, marry, may she? marry with a king, A bachelor, a handsome stripling too: I wis, your grandam had a worser match.
Q. Eliz. My lord of Gloster, I have too long borne Your blunt upbraidings, and your bitter scofts: By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty, Of those gross taunts I often have endur'd. I had rather be a country servant-maid, Than a great queen, with this condition— To be so baited, scorn'd, and stormed at: Small joy have I in being England's queen.
Enter Quten Margaret, behind.
Q. Mar. And lessen'd be that small, God, I beseech thee! Thy honour, state, and seat, is due to me.
Glo. What! threat you me with telling of the
Tell him, and spare not; look, what I have said
I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower.
Q. Mar. Out, devil! I remember them too well:
Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or your husband king, I was a pack-horse in his great affairs; A weeder-out of his proud adversaries, A liberal rewarder of his friends; To royalize his blood, I spilt mine own.
Q. Mar. Ay, and much better blood than his, or thine.
Glo. In all which time, you, and your husband
Were factious for the house of Lancaster ;—
Q. Mar. A murd'rous villain, and so still thou art.
Glo. Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick, Ay, and forswore himself,—Which Jesu pardon !—
Q. Mar. Which God revenge!
Glo. To fight on Edward's party, for the crown; And, for his meed, poor lord, he is mew'd up: I would to God, my heart were flint, like Edward's, Or Edward's soft and pitiful, like mine; I am too childish-foolish for this world.
Q. Mar. Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave this
lliv. My lord of Gloster, iii those busy days,
Glo. If I should be ?—I had rather be a pedlar:
Q. Eliz. As little joy, my lord, as you suppose
Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof;
8 Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out
Glo. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou in my sight?
Q. Alar. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd; That will I make, before I let thee go.
Glo. Wert thou not banished, on pain of death?
Q. Mar. I was; but I do find more pain in banishment,
Than death can yield me here by my abode.
Glo. The curse my noble father laid on thee,—
Q. Eliz. So just is God, to right the innocent.
Hast. O, 'twas the foulest deed, to slay that babe, And the most merciless, that e'er was heard of.
Riv. Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported.
Dors. No man but prophecy'd revenge for it.
Buck. Northumberland, then present, wept to see it.
Q. Mar. What! were you snarling all, before I
Ready to catch each other by the throat,
Why, then give way, dull clouds, to my quick
Though not by war, by surfeit die your king,
As ours by murder, to make him a king!
Edward, thy son, that now is prince of Wales,
For Edward my son, that was prince of Wales,
Die in his youth, by like untimely violence!
Thyself a queen, for me that was a queen,
Out-live thy glory, like my wretched self!
Long may'st thou live, to wail thy children's loss;
And see another, as I see thee now,
Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stall'd in mine!
Long die thy happy days before thy death;
And, after many lengthen'd hours of grief,
Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen !—
Rivers,—and Dorset,—you were standers by,—
And so wast thou, lord Hastings,—when my son
Was stabb'd with bloody daggers; God, I pray him,
That none of you may live your natural age,
But by some unlook'd accident cut off!
Glo. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'd hag.
Q. Mar. And leave out thee? stay, dog, for thou
shalt hear me.
If heaven have any grievous plague in store,