Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins! 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. Glo. 'Tis 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 bottled spider, Fool, fool! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself. Hast. False-boding woman, end thy frantick curse; Lest, to thy harm, thou move our patience. Q. Mar. Foul shame upon you! you have all mov'd mine. Rio. 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: O, serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty. Dor. Dispute not with her, she is lunatick. Q. Mar. Peace, master marquis, you are mala pert: Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current: 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 counsel, 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 so high, Our aiery 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: O God, that see'st it, do not suffer it; As it was won with blood, lost be it so! Buck. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charity. And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd. 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 And there awake God's gentle-sleeping peace. Look, when he fawns, he bites; and, when he bites, Have not to do with him, beware of him; Sin, death, and hell, have set their marks on him; And all their ministers attend on him. Glo. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham? Buck. Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord. Q. Mar. What, dost thou scorn me for my gen tle counsel? And sooth the devil that I warn thee from? O, but remember this another day, When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow; And he to yours, and all of you to God's! [Exit. 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 repent My part thereof, that I have done to her. Q. 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 some body good, That is too cold in thinking of it now. Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repay'd; Glo. So do I ever, being well advis'd;— Enter Catesby. Cates. Madam, his majesty doth call for you,― Riv. Madam, we will attend upon your grace. Glo. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. I lay unto the grievous charge of others. Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham; And thus I clothe my naked villainy With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ; Enter two Murderers. 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, Withal obdurate, do not hear him plead; For Clarence is well spoken, and, perhaps, 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. I like you, lads;-about your business straight; 1 Murd. We will, my noble lord. [Exeunt, |