oy, were you this country's king, may suppose in me, eing the queen thereof. aret. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof; and altogether joyless. hold me patient. vrangling pirates that fall out which you have pill'd from me! rembles not that looks on me? [Advancing. n queen, you bow like subjects, Lin, do not turn away! 16c al wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou in my aret. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd; ke before I let thee go. t thou not banished on pain of death? aret. I was; but I do find more pain in ban n yield me here by my abode. curse my noble father laid on thee, 170 orset. No man but prophesied revenge for it. uckingham. Northumberland, then present, wel it. ueen Margaret. What! were you snarling all, came, dy to catch each other by the throat, turn you all your hatred now on me? York's dread curse prevail so much with heave Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, r kingdom's loss, my woful banishment, ■ld all but answer for that peevish brat? curses pierce the clouds and enter heaven?— , then give way, dull clouds, to my quick curse: ugh not by war, by surfeit die your king, urs by murther, to make him a king! ard, thy son, that now is Prince of Wales, Edward, our son, that was Prince of Wales, in his youth by like untimely violence! self a queen, for me that was a queen, ive thy glory, like my wretched self! g mayst thou live to wail thy children's death, see another, as I see thee now, k'd in thy rights, as thou art stall'd in mine! g die thy happy days before thy death; , after many lengthen'd hours of grief, neither mother, wife, nor England's queen !— ers, and Dorset, you were standers-by, so wast thou, Lord Hastings, when my son stabb'd with bloody daggers; God, I pray him any grievous plague in store se that I can wish upon thee, ep it till thy sins be ripe, down their indignation oubler of the poor world's peace! garet. aret. 220 230 aret. Richard! Ha! I call thee not. y thee mercy then, for I did think st call'd me all these bitter names. aret. Why, so I did, but look'd for no reply. e the period to my curse! s done by me, and ends in-Margaret. beth. Thus have you breath'd your curse yourself. 240 aret. Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my ! st to thy harm thou move our patience. Queen Margaret. Foul shame upon you! you mov'd mine. Rivers. Were you well serv'd, you would be ta duty. Queen Margaret. To serve me well, you all shc duty, ach me to be your queen, and you my subjects. serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty! Dorset. Dispute not with her; she is lunatic. Queen Margaret. Peace, master marquess! yo apert; ur fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current. that your young nobility could judge nat 't were to lose it, and be miserable! ey that stand high have many blasts to shake t d if they fall they dash themselves to pieces. Gloster. Good counsel, marry! - learn it, lear quess. Dorset. It touches you, my lord, as much as me. Gloster. Ay, and much more; but I was born s r aery buildeth in the cedar's top, d dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun. Queen Margaret. And turns the sun to sha alas! tness my son, now in the shade of death; nose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath ath in eternal darkness folded up. ur aery buildeth in our aery's nest. my hopes by you are butcher'd. trage, life my shame, ne still live my sorrow's rage! Have done, have done. ret. O princely Buckingham, I'll kiss thy = and amity with thee; hee and thy noble house! e not spotted with our blood, the compass of my curse. Nor no one here; for curses never pass that breathe them in the air. 280 et. I will not think but they ascend the sky, e God's gentle-sleeping peace. ake heed of yonder dog! awns, he bites; and when he bites, 290 ■ will rankle to the death. with him, beware of him; ell have set their marks on him, nisters attend on him. doth she say, my Lord of Buckingham? Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord. et. What! dost thou scorn me for my gentle devil that I warn thee from? this another day, olit thy very heart with sorrow, 300 [Exit. |