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Glo. If I should be?-I had rather be a pedlar:
Far be it from my heart, the thought thereof!
Q. Eliz. As little joy, my lord, as you suppose
You should enjoy, were you this country's king; :
As little joy you may suppose in me,
That I enjoy, being the queen thereof.
Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof; ,
For I am she, and altogether joyless.
I can no longer hold me patient.--. [Advancing.
Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out
In sharing that which you have pill'd from me:,:
Which of you trembles not, that looks on me?
If not, that, I being queen, you bow like subjects;
Yet that, by you depos’d, you quake like rebels? -
Ah, gentle villain, do not turn away! [sight?
Glo. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou in my
Q. Mar. 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. A husband, and a son, thou ow'st to me, And thou, a kingdom ;-all of you, allegiance: This sorrow that I have, by right is yours; And all the pleasures you usurp, are mine.
Glo. The curse my noble father laid on thee, When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper, And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes; And then, to dry them. gav'st the duke a clout, Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland; His curses, then from bitterness of soul Denounc'd against thee, are all fall'n upon thee; And God, not we, hath plagu'd thy bloody deed.
Q. Eliz. So just is God, to right the innocent.
Hast, 0, 'twas the foulest deed to slay that babe,
And the inost merciless, that e'er was heard of.
Riv. Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported.
Dor. No man but prophesied revenge for it."
Buck. Northumberland, then present, wept to see it.
Q. Mar. What! were you snarling all, before I came,
Ready to catch each other by the throat,
And turn you all your hatred now on me?
Did York's dread curse prevail so much with heaven,
That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death,
Their kingdom's loss my woful banishment,
Could all but answer for that peevish brat?
Can curses pierce the clouds, and enter heaven?-
Why, then give way, dull clouds, to my quick curses! -
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,
Outlive 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 bag. '
Q. Mar. And leave out thee? stay, dog, for thou shalt
If heaven have any grievous plague in store, [hear me.
Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee,
0, let thein keep it, till thy sins be ripe,
And then hurl down their indignation
On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace!
The worm of conscience still be-gpaw thy soul!
Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv’st,
And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends!
No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine,
Unless it be while some tormenting dream
Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils!
Thou elvish-mark'd, abortive, rooting hog!
Thon that wast seal'd in thy nativity
The slave of nature, and the son of hell!
Thou slander of thy mother's heavy womb !
Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins!
Thou rag of honour! thou detested-
I call thee not.
Glo. I cry thee mercy then; for I did think,
That thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names.
Q. Mar. Why, so I did; but look'd for no reply. 0, let me make the period to my eurse." Glo. "Tis done by me; and ends in-Margaret. Q. Eliz. Thus have you breath'd your curse against yourself.
(tune! Q. Mar. Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my forWhy strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider, Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about?"
. Fool, fool! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself. The day will come, that thou shalt wish for me To help thee curse this pois'nous bunch-back'd toad.
Hast. False-boding woman, end thy frantic curse; Lest, to thy harm, thou move our patience.. [rmine.
Q. Mar. Foul shame upon you! you have all mov'd Riv. Were you well serv'd, you would be taught
your duty. . Q. Mur. To serve me well, you all should do me duty, Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects : 0, serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty.
Dor. Dispute not with her, she is lunatic.
Q. Mur. Peace, master marquis, you are malapert: Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current: O, that your young nobility could judge, . What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable!
They that sland high, have many blasts to shake them;
And, if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.
Glo. Good counsel, marry ;-learuit, learn it, marquis.
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 sbade;-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 aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest : .
O God, that see'st it, do not suffer it;
As it was won with blood, lost be it so!
Buck. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charily.
Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me;
Uncharitably with me have you dealt, ,
And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd.
My charity is outrage, life my shame,--
And in my shame still live my sorrow's rage!
Buck. Have done, bave done.
. Q. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I kiss thy hand,
In sign of league and amity with thee :
Now fair befal 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'll not believe but they ascend the sky,
And there awake God's gentle-sleeping 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 bell, have set their marks on him ;
And all their ministers attend on him.
Glo. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham ?
Buck. Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord.
Q. Mar. What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle
And sooth the devil that I warn thee from? [counsel?
0, but remember this another day,
When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow;
And say, poor Margarel was a prophetess.
Live each of you the subjects to his hate,
And he lo yours, and all of you to God's! [Erit.
Hast. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses. Riv. And so doth nine; I muse, why she's at liberty.
Glo. I cannot blame her, by God's holy mother,'
She hath bad too much wrong, and I repent .
My part thereof, that 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 somebody good,
That is too cold in thinking of it now.
Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid;
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 bave done scath to us.''
Glo. So do I ever, being well advis'd ;For had I curs'd now, I had curs’d myself. [Aside.
. Enter CATESBY.". Cates, Madam, his majesty doth call for you, And for your grace,--and you, my noble lords. [me?
Q. Eliž. Catesby, I come :-Lords, will you go with Riv. Madam, we will attend upon your grace." er.
[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; '..! 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 Scripturé, Tell them-that God bids us do good for evil: And thus I clothe my naked villany" , With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil."
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