Glo. Wert thou not banished, on pain of death? Q. Mar. I was; but I do find more pain in banish ment, Than death can yield me here by my abode. A husband, and a son, thou ow'st to me,- Glo. The curse my noble father laid on thee, Q. Eliz. So just is God, to right the innocent. Hast. O! 't was the foulest deed to slay that babe, And the most merciless, that ere was heard of. Riv. Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported. Dors. No man but prophesied revenge for it. Buck. Northumberland, then present, wept to see it. Q. Mar. What! were you snarling all, before I 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, Long may'st thou live, to wail thy children's death;' Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stall'd in mine! And, after many lengthen'd hours of grief, 1 loss: in quartos. Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen! And so wast thou, lord Hastings, when my son 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, On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace! The stain' of nature, and the scorn' of hell! 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. 'T is 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 bottle3 spider, To help thee curse this pois'nous bunch-back'd toad. Hast. False-boding woman, end thy frantic curse, Lest to thy harm thou move our patience. 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 marquess! you are malapert: Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current. O, that your young nobility could judge, What 't were 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, mar quess. Dor. It touches you, my lord, as much as me. Glo. Ay, and much more; but I was born so high: Our eyry 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 Your eyry buildeth in our eyry's nest.— Buck. Peace, peace! for shame, if not for charity. Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me: Uncharitably with me have you dealt, And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd. And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage! Buck. Have done, have done. Q. Mar. O, princely Buckingham! I'll kiss thy hand, In sign 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 curses never pass The lips of those that breathe them in the air. Q. Mar. I will not think' but they ascend the sky, Look, when he fawns, he bites; and, when he bites, Sin, death, and hell, have set their marks on him, Glo. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham? Q. Mar. What! dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel, 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.— [Exit. Hast. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses. Riv. And so doth mine. I muse', why she's at liberty. Glo. I cannot blame her: by God s holy mother, She hath had too much wrong, and I repen My part thereof, that I have done to her.* Q. Eliz. I never did her any, to my knowledge. That is too cold in thinking of it now. Riv. A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion, For had I curs'd now, I had curs'd myself. Enter CATESBY. [Aside. Cates. Madam, his majesty doth call for you,And for your grace, and you, my noble lords. I'll not believe in quartos. 2 rackle thee to death: in quarto, 3 I wonder she's in quartos. 4 to her not in quarto. 1597. 5 Styed. Q. Eliz. Catesby, I come.-Lords, will you go with me? Riv. We wait upon your grace. [Exeunt all but GLOSTER. Glo. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. The secret mischiefs that I set abroach, I lay unto the grievous charge of others. Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham; But soft! here come my executioners.— 1 Murd. We are, my lord; and come to have the warrant, 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, sirs, be sudden in the execution, May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him. 1 Murd. Tut, tut! my lord, we will not stand to prate : Talkers are no good doers: be assur'd, We go to use our hands, and not our tongues. Glo. Your eyes drop mill-stones', when fools' eyes fall' tears: I like you, lads-about your business straight; Go, go, despatch. 1 Murd. 1 deed: in quartos. 2 A common proverb. 3 drop in quartos. Here the scene ends, in the quartos. |