Long mayst thou live to wail thy children's loss; Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stall'd in mine! And, after many lengthen'd hours of grief, Glos. 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! for I did think, Glos. I cry thee mercy then; That thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names. Glos. 'Tis done by me, and ends in-Margaret. Q. Eli. Thus have you breathed your curse against yourself. Q. Mar. Poor painted queen, vain florish of my fortune! Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider,1 Fool, fool! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself. toad. Has. False-boding woman, end thy frantic curse; Lest, to thy harm, thou move our patience. Q. Mar. Foul shame upon you! you have all moved mine. Ri. Were you well served, you would be taught your duty. Q. Mar. To serve me well, you all should do me duty, 1 In allusion 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 honor is scarce current.1 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. Glos. Good counsel, marry;-learn it, learn it, marquis. Dor. It touches you, my lord, as much as me. Glos. Ay, and much more: but I was born so high, Our aiery 2 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; 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. ! He had just been created marquis of Dorset, Q. Mar. Urge neither cnarity 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, In sign of league and amity with thee. Buck. Nor no one here; for curses never pass Q. Mar. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky, And there awake God's gentle-sleeping peace. O Buckingham, beware of yonder dog; 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, Glos. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham? And soothe the devil that I warn thee from? O, but remember this another day, When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow; And say, poor Margaret was a prophetess. Live each of you the subjects to his hate, curses. 1 Ri. And so doth mine: I muse, why she's at liberty. Glos. 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. Eli. I never did her any, to my knowlege. Glos. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong. I was too hot to do somebody good, That is too cold in thinking of it now. Ri. A virtuous and a christian-like conclusion, 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. Eli. Catesby, I come. Lords, will you go with me? Ri. Madam, we will attend upon your grace. [Exeunt all but Gloster. 1 Wonder. 2 Put in a sty. 3 Harm |