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Q. Mar. Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave this
Riv. My lord of Gloster, in those busy days,
Glo. If I should be ?-I had rather be a pedlar :
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 pillid from me: Which of
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! Glo. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st 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?
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. Rit. Tyrants themselves wept when it was re
ported. Dors. No man but prophecy'd revenge for it. Buck. Northumberland, then present, wept to
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, 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.
Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st,
I call thee not.
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. 0, let me make the period to my curse.
Glo. 'Tis done by me; and ends in-Margaret.
fortune! Why 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 frantick curse; Lest, to thy harm, thou move our patience. Q. Mar. Foul shame upon you! you have all
mov'd mine. Riv. Were you well serv’d, you would be taught
your duty. Q. Mar. To serve me well, you all should do me
duty, 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 lunatick.
Q. Mar. Peace, master marquis, you are malapert: Your fire-new stamp of hononr 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,