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Glo. Poor Clarence did forsake his father Wara
wick, 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, 2 poor lord, he is mew'd 3 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
Rio. My lord of Gloster, in those busy days,
should be our king.
Q. Eliz. As little joy, my lord, as you suppose.
Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof;
4 Corrupt devil.
Ah, gentle villain, do not turn away!
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. Riv. Tyrants themselves wept when it was re
ported. Dors. No man but prophecied 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
hatred now on me?
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, Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee,
0, let them keep it, till thy sins be ripe,
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.
your curse against yourself. ; Q. Mar. Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my
fortune! Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider, Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about?
. Alluding to Gloster's form and venom.
Fool, fool! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself.
Hast. False-boding woman, end thy frantick curse;
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 honour is scarce current:7 0, 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
? He was just created marquis of Dorset.