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Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st.
Q. Mar. Richard!
Q. Mar. I call thee not.
Glo. I cry thee mercy then; for I did think, That thou had'st call'd me all these bitter names.
Q. Mar. Why, so I did; but look'd for no reply. O, let me make the period to my curse.
Glo. 'Tis done by me; and ends in—Margaret.
Q. EUz. Thus have you breath'd your curse against yourself.
Q. Mar. Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my
Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider7,
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Hast. False-boding woman, end thy frantick curse; Lest, to thy harm, thou move our patience.
Q. Mar. Foul shame upon you! you have all
mov'd mine. Rip. Were you well serv'd, you would be taught
your duty. Q. Mar. To serve me well, you all should do me
Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects:
And, if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.
Dor. It touches you, my lord, as much as me. Glo. Ay, and much more: but I was born so high, Our aiery buildeth in the cedar's top, And dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun.
Q. Mar. And turns the sun to shade ; — alas \
Witness my son, now in the shade of death;
Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest :—
Buck. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charity.
Buck. Nor no one here; for curses never pass The lips of those that breathe them in the air.
Q. Mar. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky,
Glo. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham?
And sooth the devil that I warn thee from?
O, but remember this another day,
When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow j
And say, poor Margaret was a prophetess.—
Live each of you the subjects to his hate,
And he to yours, and all of you to God's! [Exit.
Hast. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses.
Riv. And so doth mine; I muse, why she'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, thal I have done to her.
Q. Eliz. I never did her any, to my knowledge.
Glo. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong. I was too hot to do some 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 christian-like conclusion, To pray for them that have done scath to us.
Glo. So do I ever, being well advis'd;— For had I curs'd now, 1 had curs'd myself. [Aside.
Cotes. Madam, his majesty doth call for you,— And for your grace,—and you, my noble lords. Q. Eli*. Catesby, I com*;—Lords, will you g» with me?
Jlfo. Madam, we will attend upon your grace.
[Exeunt all but Gloster.
Glo. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. The secret mischiefs that I set abroach, I lay unto the grievous charge of others. Clarence,—whom I, indeed, have laid in darkness,— I do beweep to many simple gulls; Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham j And tell them—'tis the queen and her allies, That stir the king against the duke my brother. Now they believe it; and withal whet me To be reveng'd on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture, Tell then!—that God bids us do good for evij; And thus I clothe my naked villainy With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
Enter two Murderers.
But soft, here come my executioners.—
1 Murd. 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:
[Gives the warrant.
When yon have done, repair to Crosby-place.