Thou flander of thy mother's heavy womb! Thou rag of honour! thou detested Glo. I cry thee mercy then; for I did think, Glo. 'Tis done by me; and ends in-Margaret. 2. Eliz. Thus have you breath'd your curse against yourself. 2. Mar. Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my for tune! Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider, Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about? Fool, fool! thou whet'ft a knife to kill thyself. The day will come, that thou shalt wish for me 2. Mar. Foul shame upon you! you have all mov'd mine. Riv. Were you well ferv'd, you would be taught your duty. 2. 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. Difpute not with her, she is lunatick. 2. Mar. Peace, master marquis, you are malapert: Your fire-new stamp of honour is fcarce 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 counfel, 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 fo high, Our aiery buildeth in the cedar's top, And dallies with the wind, and fcorns the fun. 2. Mar. And turns the fun to fhade ;-alas! alas!Witness my fon, now in the fhade of death; Whose bright outthining beams thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternal darkness folded up. Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's neft :O God, that fee'st it, do not suffer it; As it was won with blood, loft be it fo! Buck. Peace, peace, for fhame, if not for charity. 2. Mar. Urge neither charity nor fhame to me; Uncharitably with me have you dealt, And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd. 2. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I kiss thy hand, In fign of league and amity with thee: Now fair befal thee, and thy noble house! Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, Buck. Nor no one here; for curfes never pass Look, when he fawns, he bites; and, when he bites, Have not to do with him, beware of him; Sin, death, and hell, have fet their marks on him; Glo. What doth the fay, my lord of Buckingham? 2. Mar. What, doft thou scorn me for my gentle coun fel? And footh the devil that I warn thee from? O, but remember this another day, When he shall split thy very heart wit forrow; And he to yours, and all of you to God's! [Exit. Haft. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curfes. She hath had too much wrong, and I repent 2. Eliz. I never did her any, to my knowledge. Glo. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong. I was too hot to do fome body good, That is too cold in thinking of it now. Riv. A virtuous and a christian-like conclufion, Enter CATESBY. Catef. Madam, his majesty doth call for you,— And for your grace,—and you, my noble lords. [Afide. 2. Eliz. 26 2. Eliz. Catesby, I come :-Lords, will you go with me? Riv. Madam, we will attend upon your grace. [Exeunt all but GLOSTER. Glo. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. I lay unto the grievous charge of others. Namely, to Stanley, Haftings, Buckingham; With old odd ends, ftol'n forth of holy writ; Enter two Murderers. But foft, here come my executioners.- 1 Murd. We are, my lord; and come to have the war rant, That we may be admitted where he is. Glo. Well thought upon, I have it here about me: [Gives the warrant. When you have done, repair to Crosby-place. But, firs, be fudden in the execution, Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead; May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him. 1 Murd. 1 Murd. Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand to prate, Talkers are no good doers; be afsur'd, We go to use our hands, and not our tongues. Glo. Your eyes drop millftones, when fools' eyes drop tears: I like you, lads;-about your business straight; Brak, Why looks your grace so heavily to-day? Brak. What was your dream, my lord? I pray you, tell me. Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the Tower, And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy; And, in my company, my brother Glofter: Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches; thence we look'd toward England, During the wars of York and Lancaster Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought, that Glofter ftumbled; and, in falling, Struck |