What you have been ere now, and what you are; Withal, what I have been, and what I am. 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 en 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 world, Thou cacodæmon! There thy kingdom is. Riv. My lord of Gloster, in those busy days, 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. [Advancing. Q. Mur. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof: For I am she, and altogether joyless. I can no longer hold me patient.Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out In sharing that which you have pill'd § from me: Which of you trembles, that looks on me? If not, that, I being queen, you bow like subjects; Yet that, by you deposed, you quake like rebels ?Ah, gentle villain, do not turn away! Glo. Foul wrinkled witch, what makest thou in my sight? 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 ba nishment, Than death can yield me here by my abode. • Reward. Corrupt devil.; + Confined. Pillaged. 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, gavest the duke a clout, Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland ;His curses, then from bitterness of soul Denounced against thee, are all fallen upon thee; And God, not we, hath plagued thy bloody deed. 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 prophesied revenge for it. Buck. Northumberland, then present, wept to see it. Q. Mar. What! Were you snarling all, before,1 came, Ready to catch each other by the throat, Did York's dread curse prevail so much with heaven, That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, Can curses pierce the clouds, and enter heaven ?- curses Though not by war, by surfeit die your king, Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stall'd in mine! 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, On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace! Q. Mar. Richard! Q. Mar. 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. O, let me make the period to my curse. Glo. 'Tis done by me; and ends in-Margaret. Q. Eliz. Thus have you breathed your curse against yourself. Q. Mar. Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my fortune! Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider, Pool, fool! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself. Q. Mar. Foul shame upon you! You have all moved mine. Riv. Were you well served, you would be taught your duty. Q. Mar. To serve me well, you all should do me duty, Alluding to Gloster's form and venom. Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects: O, serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty. Dor. Dispute not with her, she is lunatic. Q. Mar. 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 stand high, have many blasts to shake them; And, if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces. Glo. Good counsel, marry; learn it, 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 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 aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest :- 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 by you my hopes are butcher'd. And in my shame still live my sorrow's rage! Q. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I kiss thy hand 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. He was just created marquis of Dorset. VOL. IV. P ↑ Nest. 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 counsel ? And soothe the devil that I warn thee from? When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow; [Exit. 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, 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 some body 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 have done scath to us. Glo. So do I ever, being well advised ;For had I cursed now, I had cursed myself. [Aside. Enter CATESBY. Cates. Madam, his majesty doth call for you,And for your grace, and you, my noble lords. Q. Eliz. Catesby, I come :-Lords, will you go with me? Riv. 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 gulis; 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 • Wonder. Put in a sty. + Advantage. |