Glo. Poor Clarence did forsake his father War wick, Ay, and forswore himself,-Which Jesu pardon!Q. Mar. Which God revenge! 2 Glo. To fight on Edward's party, for the crown; And, for his meed, poor lord, he is mew'd3 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, Q. Eliz. As little joy, my lord, as you suppose, 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. 2 Reward, 3 Confined. 5 Pillaged. 4 Corrupt devil. 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? Q. Mar. I was; but I do find more pain in banishment, Than death can yield me here by my abode. Glo. The curse my noble father laid on thee,- Dors. No man but prophecied revenge for it. Buck. Northumberland, then present, wept to see it. Q. Mar. What! were you snarling all, before Į 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, 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, 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, Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee, O, let them keep it, till thy sins be ripe, On thee,' the troubler of the poor world's peace! 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 breath'd 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. The day will come, that thou shalt wish for me 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: Q. Mar. Peace, master marquis, you are malapert: 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; 7. He was just created marquis of Dorset. • Nest. |