She may help you to many fair preferments; Glo. What, marry, may she? marry with a king, I wis, your grandam had a worser match. Q. Eliz. My lord of Glo'ster, I have too long Your blunt upbraidings, and your bitter scoffs: Enter Queen Margaret, behind. Q. Mar. And lessen'd be that small, God, I beseech thee! Thy honour, state, and seat, is due to me. Glo. What! threat you me with telling of the Tell him, and spare not; look, what I have said I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower. Q. Mar. Out, devil! I remember them too well: 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. 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 ;- Let me put in your minds, if you forget, What you have been ere now, and what you are; Withal, what I have been, and what I am. Q. Mar. A murd'rous villain, and so still thou art. Glo. Poor Clarence did forsake his father War wick. 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. Q. Mar. Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave this world, Thou cacodamon! there thy kingdom is. Riv. My lord of Glo'ster, in those busy days, Which here you urge, to prove us enemies, We follow'd then our lord, our lawful king; Glo. If I should be?-I had rather be a pedlar: Far be it from my heart, the thought thereof! Q. Eliz. As little joy, my lord, as you suppose You should enjoy, were you this country's king; As little joy you may suppose in me, That I enjoy, being the queen thereof. Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof; For I am she, and altogether joyless. I can no longer hold me patient.— [Advancing. 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 banishment, Than death can yield me here by my abode. Glo. The curse my noble father laid on thee,When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper, 'And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes; Denounc'd against thee, are all fallen upon thee; Dors. No man but prophecy'd revenge for it. see it. Q. Mar. What! were you snarling all, before I came, Ready to catch each other by the throat, Did York's dread curse prevail so much with hea ven, That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, Why, then give way, dull clouds, to my quick curses! Though not by war, by surfeit die your king, Out-live thy glory, like my wretched self! Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stall'd in mine! That none of you may live your natural age, 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! |