Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or your husband king, I was a pack-horse in his great affairs ; To royalize his blood, I spilt mine own. 560 Q. Mar. Ay, and much better blood than his, or thine. Glo. In all which time, you, and your husband Grey, Were factious for the house of Lancaster ; And, Rivers, so were you :-Was not your husband Let me put in your minds, if you forget, 570 Q. Mar. A murd'rous villain, and so still thou art. Glo. Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick, Ay, and forswore himself—Which Jesu pardon!— Q. Mar. Which God revenge! Glo. To fight on Edward's party, for the crown ; And, for his meed, poor lord, he is mew'd 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. 580 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, Which here you urge, to prove us enemies, We We follow'd then our lord, our sovereign king; That I enjoy, being the queen thereof. Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof; I can no longer hold me patient.- [She advances. 599 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 banish ment, Than death can yield me here by my abode. 611 When When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper, Dors. No man but prophesy'd revenge for it. Ready to catch each other by the throat, And turn you all, your hatred now on me? 629 Did York's dread curse prevail so much with heaven, That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, Can curses pierce the clouds, and enter heaven ?- curses! Though not by war, by surfeit die your king, 640 Thyself Thyself a queen, for me that was a queen, Long may'st thou live, to wail thy children's loss; Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stall'd in mine! 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, 659 The The slave of nature, and the son of hell! 670 Thou rag of honour! thou detested-- Q. Mar. Richard! Q. Mar. I call thee not. Glo. I cry thee mercy then; for I did think, That thou had'st 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. 680 Glo. 'Tis done by me; and ends in-Margaret. Queen. 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, Fool, fool! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself. 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, D Teach |