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His issue disinherited should be:

Put who comes here? the new deliver'd HastAnd, for my name of George begins with G,

ings? It follows in his thought, that I am he:

Enter Hastings. These, as I learn, and such like toys as these, Hast. Good time of day unto my gracious lord! Have mov'd his highneas to commit me now, Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain! Glo. Why this it is, when men are ruld by Well are you welcome to this open air. women:

How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment? 'Tis not the King, that sends you to the Tower; Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners My Lady Grey, his wife, Clarence, 'tis she,

mist: That tempers him to this extremity.

But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks, Was it not she, and that good man of worship, That were the cause of my imprisonment. Antony Woodeville, her brother there,

Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower, too; From whence this present day he is deliver'd ? For they, that were your enemies, are his, We are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe. And have prevail'd as much on him, as you. Clar. By heaven, I think, there is no man Hast. More pity that the eagle should be secure,

{heralds) mewod, But the queen's kindred, and night-walking While kites and buzzards prey at liberty. That trudgebetwixt theking and Mistress Shore. Glo. What news abroad? Heard you not, what an humble suppliant Hast. No news so bad abroad as this at home;Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery? The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy,

Glo. Humbly complaining to her deity And his physicians fear him mightily. Got my lord chamberlain his liberty.

Glo. Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad I'll tell you what,--I think, it is our way, 10, he hath kept an evil diet long, (indeed, If we will keep in favour with the king, And over-much consum'd his royal person : To be her men, and wear her livery :

"Tis very grievous to be thought upon. The jealous o'erworn widow, and herself, What, is he in his bed ? Since that our brother dubb'd them gentlewo- Hast.

He is. Are mighty gossips in this monarchy. (men, Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you. Brak. I beseech your graces both to pardon me;

[Exit HASTINGS. His majesty hath straitly given in charge, He cannot live, I hope; and must not die, That no man shall have private conference, Till George be pack'd with posthorse up to Of what degree soever, with his brother.

heaven. Glo. Even so? an please your worship, Bra- | I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence, kenbury,

With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments: You may partake of any thing we say: And, if I fail not in my deep intent, We speak no treason, man:-We say, the king Clarence hath not another day to live: (mercy, Is wise and virtuous; and his noble queen Which done, God take King Edward to his Well struck in years; fair, and not jealous: And leave the world for me to bustle in! (ter: We say,

that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot, For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daugh:A cherry lip,

What thoughI kili'd herhusband,and her father? A bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue; The readiest way to make the wench amends, And that the queen's kindred are made gentle-Is-to become her husband, and her father: folks :

The which will I; not all so much for love, How say you, sir? can you deny all this? As for another secret close intent, Brak. With this, my lord, myself have nought By marrying her, which I must reach unto. to do.

(thee, fellow, But yet I run before my horse to market: Glo. Nanght to do with mistress Shore? I tell Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives, and Ile that doth naught with her, excepting one, reigns; Were best to do it secretly, alone.

When they are gone, then must I count my gains. Brak. What one, my lord ?

(Exit. Glo. Her husband, knave:- Wouldst thou be

SCENE II. The same. Another Street. tray me?

[and, withal, Brak. I beseech your grace to pardon me Enter the Corpse of King HENRY THE SIXth, borne Forbear your conference with the noble duke. in an open Cojin, Gentlemen bearing Halberds, Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and

to guard it, and LADY ANNE as mourner. will obey.

Anne. Set down, set down your honourable Glo. Weare thequeen's abjects, and mustobey. load, Brother, farewell : I will unto the king; If honour may be shrouded in a hearse, And whatsoe'er you will employ me in,--.

Whilst I a while obsequiously lament Were it to call King Edward's widow-sister,- The untimely fall of virtuous LancasterI will perform it to enfranchise you.

Poor key-cold figure of a holy king! Mean time, this deep disgrace in brotherhood, Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster! Touches me deeper than you can imagine.

Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well. Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost,

Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be To hear the lamentations of poor Anne, I will deliver you, or else lie for you : [long: Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son, Mean time, have patience.

Stabb'd by the self-same hand that made these Olar.

I must perforce; farewell. wounds! (Exeunt CLARENCE, BRAKENBURY, and Guard. Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life, Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes :return,

0, cursed be the hand that made these holes ! Simple, plain Clarence !- I do love thee so, Cursed the heart, that had the heart to do it! That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven, Cursed the blood, that let this blood from hence! If heaven will take the present at our hands. More direful hap betide that hated wretch,

That makes us wretched by the death of thee, Glo. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads,

me have Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives! Some patient leisure to excuse myself. If ever he have child, abortive be it,

Anne. Fouler than heart can think thee, thou Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,

canst make Whose ugly and unnatural aspect

No excuse current, but to hang thyself. May fright the hopeful mother at the view; Glo. By such despair, I should accuse myself. And that be heir to his unhappiness !

Anne. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand If ever he have wife, let her be mado

excus'd; More miserable by the death of him, For doing worthy vengeance on thyself, Than I am made by my young lord, and thee! That didst unworthy slaughter upon others. Come, now, toward Chertsey with your holy Glo. Say, that I slew them not. Taken from Paul's to be interred there; (load, Anne.

Why then, they are not dead : And, still as you are weary of the weight, But dead they are, and, devilislı slave, by thee. Rest you, whiles I lament King Henry's corse. Glo. I did not kill your husband. [The Bearers take up the Corpse, and advance. Anne.

Why, then he is alive, Enter GLOSTER.

Glo. Nay, he is dead and slain by Edward's Glo. Stay you, that bear the corse, and set it hand.

Margaret saw down.

(tiend, Anne. In thy foul throat thou liest; Queen Anne. What black magician conjures up this Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood, To stop devoted charitable deeds? (Paul, The which thou once didst bend against her

Glo. Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint breast, I'll make a corse of him that disobeys. But that thy brothers beat aside the point. 1 Gent. My lord, stand back, and let the cottin Glo. I was provoked by her sland'rous tongue, pass.

(command: That laid their guilt upon myguiltless shoulders. Glo. Unmanner'd dog! stand thou when I Anne. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody Advance thy halberd higher than my breast, mind, Or, by Saint Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot, That never dreamt on aught but butcheries: Aud spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness. Didst thou not kill this king ? [The Bearers set down the Corin. Glo.

I grant ye. Anne. What, do you tremble ? are you all Anne Dost grant me, hedgehog? then, God afraid?

grant me too, Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal, Thon may'st be damned for that wicked deed ! And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.- O, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous. Avannt, thou dreadful minister of hell!

Glo. The fitter for the King of heaven that Thou hadst but power over his mortal body,

hath him. His soul thou canst not have; therefore, be gone. Anne. He is in heaven, where thon shalt Glo. Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst. never come.

(thither; Anne. Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send him trouble us not;

For he was fitter for that place, than earth. For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell, Anne. And thou unfit for any place, but hell. Fill'd it with cursing cries, and deep exclaims. Glo. Yes, one place else, if you will hear me If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, Anne. Some dungeon.

[name it. Behold this pattern of thy butcheries;


Your bed-chamber. O, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds Anne. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou Open their congeal'd mouths, and bleed afresh! liest! Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity; Glo. So will it, madam, till I lie with you. For'tis thy presence that exhales this blood Anne. I hope so. From cold and empty veins, where no blood Glo. I know so.-- But, gentle Lady AnneThy deed, inhuman and unnatural, [dwells: To leave this keen encounter of our wits, Provokes this deluge most unnatural.

And fall somewhat into a slower method ;O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his Is not the causer of the timeless deaths death!

[death! Of these Plantagenets, Henry and Edward, O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his As blameful as the executioner? [eurs'd effect. Either, heaven, with lightning strike the mur- Anne. Thout wast the cause, and most acderer dead,

Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect; Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick; Your beauty, which did haunt me in my sleep, As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood, To undertake the death of all the world, Which his hell-govern'd arm hath butchered! So, I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.

Glo. Lady, you know no rules of charity, Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses. These nails should rend that beauty from my Anne. Villain, thou know'st no law of God cheeks.

(wreck, nor man;

Glo. These eyes could not endure that beauty's No beast so fierce, but knows some touch of pity. You should not blemish it, if I stood by: Glo. But I know none, and therefore am no As all the world is cheered by the sun, beast,

So I by that; it is my day, my life. Anne. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth! Anné. Black night o'ershade thy day, and Glo. More wonderful, when angels are so death thy life!

(both. angry.-

Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature ; thou art Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman, Anne. I would I were, to be reveng'd on thee. of these supposed evils, to give me leave, Glo. It is a quarrel most unnatural, By circumstance, but to acquit myself. To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee.

Anne. Vouchsafe, diffus'd infection of a man, Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable, For these known evils, but to give me leave, To be reveng'd on him that kill'd my husband. By circumstance, to curse thy cursed seli. Glo. He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband, Did it to help thee to a better husband.

Anne. That shall you know hereafter. Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the Glo. But shall I live in hope ! earth.

[could. Anne. All men, I hope, live so, Glo. Le lives, that loves you better than he Glo. Vouchsafe to wear this ring. Anne. Name him.

Anne. To take, is not to give.

(She puts on the ring. Anne.

Why, that was be. Glo. Look, how this ring encompasseth thy Glo. The self-same name, but one of better finger, inne. Where is he?

(nature. Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Glo.

Here: (She spils at him.] Wear both of them, for both of them are thine. Why dost thou spit at me? [sake! And if thy poor devoted servant may Anne. 'Would, it were mortal poison, for thy But beg one favour at thy gracious hand, Gio. Never came poison from so sweet a place. Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever. Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad. Anne. What is it?

(designs Out of my sight! thou dost infect mine eyes! Glo. That it may please you leave these sad Glo. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected To him that hath more cause to be a mouruer, mine.

(thee dead! And presently repair to Crosby-place: Anne. 'Would, they were basilisks, to strike Where-after I have solemnly interr'd, Gio. I would they were, that I might die at To Chertsey monast'ry, this noble king, once ;

And wet his grave with my repentant tears,For now they kill me with a living death. I will with all expedient duty see you: Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you, tears,

[drops : Grant me this boon. Sham'd their aspects with store of childish Anne. With all my heart; and much it joys These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear,- me too, Not, when my father York and Edward wept, To see you are become so penitent.To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made, Tressel, and Berkley, go along with me. When black-fac'd Clifford shook his sword at Glo. Bid me farewell. him:


'Tis more than you deserve: Nor when thy warlike father, like a child, But, since you teach me how to flatter you, Told the sad story of my father's death; Imagine I have said farewell already. And twenty times made pause, to sob, and weep,

[Exeunt LADY ANNE, TRES. and Berk. That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks, Glo. Sirs, take up the corse. Like trees bedaslı'd with rain:-in that sad time Gent. Towards Chertsey, noble lord ? My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear; Glo. No, to White Friars; there attend my And what these sorrows could not thence exhale, coming. (Exeunt the rest, with the Corse. Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with Was ever woman in this humour wood? I never sued to friend, nor enemy; (weeping. Was ever woman in this humour won ? My tongue could never learn sweet soothing I'll have her,--but I will not keep her long. word;

What! I, that kill'd her husband, and his father, But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee, To take her in her heart's extremest hate; My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,

to speak [She looks scornfully at him. The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; [me, Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made with God, herconscience, and these bars against For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. And I no friends to back my suit withal, If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, But the plain devil, and dissenıbling looks, Lo! here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword; And yet to win her,-- all the world to nothing! Which if thou please to hide in this true breast, Ha! And let the soul forth that adoreth thee, Hath she forgot already that brave prince, I lay it naked to the deadly stroke,

Edward, her lord, whom I some three months And humbly beg the death upon my knee.

since, [He lays his breast open; she offers at it with Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury? his sword.

A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,-Nay, do not pause; for I did kill King Henry :- Fram'd in the prodigality of nature, But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right Nay, now despatch; 'twas I that stabb'd young royal,

Edward; (She again offers at his breast. The spacious world cannot again afford : But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on. And will she yet abase her eyes on me, (prince,

(She lets fall the sword. That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet Take up the sword again, or take up me. And made her widow to a woful bed?

Anne. Arise, dissembler: though I wish thy On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety? I will not be thy executioner. (death, On ine, that halt, and ain misshapen thus?

Glo. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. My dukedom to a beggarly denier,
Anne. I have already.

I do mistake my person all this while:

That was in thy rage: Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot, Speak it again, and even with the word, Myself to be a marvellous proper man. This hand, which, for thy love, did kill thy love, I'll be at charges for a looking-glass; Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love; And entertain

a score or two of tailors, To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary. To study fashions to adorn my body: Anne. I would, I knew thy heart.

Since I am crept in favour with myself, Glo. "Tis figur'd in my tongue.

I will maintain it with some little cost. Anne. I fear me, both are false.

But, first, I'll turn yon fellow in his grave; Glo. Then never man was true.

And then return lamenting to my love. Anne. Well, well, put up your sword. Shine out, fair sun, till I have bonght a glass, Glo. Say then, my peace is made.

That I may see my shadow as I pass. [Erit. of you;

SCENE III. The scene. A Room in the Palace. A plague nipon you all! his royal grace, Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, LORD RIVERS, and Whom God preserve better than you would LORD GREY.

wish! Riv. Have patience, madam, there's no doubt Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing while,

But you must troublehin with lewd complaints. his majesty Will soon recover his accustom'd health.

Q. Elis. Brother of Gloster, you mistake the Grey. In that you brook it ill, it makes him The king, of his own royal disposition, (matter; worse:

And not provok'd by any suitor else;

[fort, Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good com- That in your ontward action shows itself,

Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred, And cheer his gracewith quick and merry words. Q. Eliz. If he were dead, what would betide Against my children, brothers, and myself,

Makes him to send: that thereby he may gather of me? Grey. No other harm, but loss of such a lord. The ground of your ill will, and so remove it.

Glo. I cannot tell ;--The world is grown so Q. Eliz. The loss of such a lord includes all


(perch: harms.

[goodly son,

That wrens may prey where eagles dare not Grey. The heavens have bless'd you with a

Since every Jack became a gentleman,
To be your comforter when he is gone.
Q. Eliz. Ah, he is young; and his minority

There's many a gentle person made a Jack.

Q. Eliz. Come, come, we know your meaning, Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloster, A man that loves not me, nor none of you.

brother Gloster; Riv. Is it concluded he shall be protector?

You envy my advancement, and my friends; Q. Eliz. It is determin'd, not concluded yet:

God grant, we never may have need of you! But so it must be, if the king miscarry.

Glo. Meantime, God grants that we have need Enter BUCKINGHAM and STANLEY. Our brother is imprison'd by your means, Grey. Here come the lords of Buckingham Myself disgrac'd, and the nobility and Stanley,

Held in contempt; while great promotions Buck. Good time of day unto your royal grace ! Are daily given, to ennoble those Sun. God make your majesty joyful as you That scarce, some two days since, were worth have been! lord of Stanley, & noble.

[height Q. Eliz. The Countess Richmond, good my Q. Eliz. By Him, that rais'd me to this careful To your good prayer will scarcely say_amen. From that contenied hap which I enjoy'd, Yet, Stanley, notwithstanding she's your wife, I never did incense his inajesty And loves not me, be you, good lord, assurd, Against the duke of Clarence, but have been I hate not you for her proud arrogance. An earnest advocate to plead for him. Slan. I do beseech you, either not believe

My lord, you do me shameful injury, The envious slanders of her false accusers; Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects. Or, if she be accus'd on true report, (ceeds Glo. You may deny that you were not the cause Bear with her weakness, which, I think, pro- of my Lord Hastings' late imprisonment. From wayward sickness, and no grounded Riv. She may, my lord; for

(not so ? malice.

(Stanley ?

Glo. She may, Lord Rivers?—why, who knows Q. Eliz. Saw you the king today, my lord of she may do more, sir, than denying that: šta. But now, the duke of Buckingham and I, She may help you to many fair preferments; Are come from visiting his majesty.

And then deny her aiding hand therein, Q. Eliz. What likelihood of his amendment, And lay those honours on your high desert. lords?

(cheerfully. What may she not? she may, ay, marry, may Buck. Madam, good hope ; his grace speaks Riv. What, marry, may she ? she, Q. Eliz. God grant him health! Did you con- Glo. What, marry, may she? marry, with a fer with him?

(ment A bachelor, a handsome stripling too: [king, Buck. Ay, madam : he desires to make atone- I wis, your grandam had a worser match. Between the duke of Gloster, and your brothers,

Q. Eliz. My lord of Gloster, I have too long And between them and my lord chamberlain; borne And sent to warn them to his royal presence. Your blunt upbraidings, and your bitter scoffs : Q. Eliz. Would, all were well !- But that will By heaven I will acquaint his majesty, never be :

of those gross taunts I often have endur'd. I fear, our happiness is at the height.

I had rather be a country servant maid, Enter GlosTEE, HASTINGS, and DORSET. Than a great queen, with this conditionGlo. They do me wrong, and 'I will not endure To be so baited, scorn'd, and stormed at: it:

Small joy have I in being England's queen. Who are they, that complain unto the king,

Enter QUEEN MARGARET, brhind. That I, forsooth, am stern, and love them not? Q. Mar. And lessen'd be that small, God, I By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly, beseech thee! That fill his ears with such dissentious rumours. Thy honour, state, and seat, is due to me. Because I cannot fatter, and speak fair,

Glo. What? threat you me with telling of Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, the king ? Duck with French nods and apish courtesy, Tell him, and spare not: look, what I have said I must be held a rancorous enemy.

I will avouch, in presence of the king: Cannot a plain man live, and think no harm, I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower. But thus his simple truth must be abus'd 'Tis time to speak, my pains are quite forgot. By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks? (your grace? Q. Mar. Out, devil! I remember them too Grey. To whom in all this presence speaks well:

Glo. To thee, that hast nor honesty, nor grace. Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower, When bave I injur'd thee? when done thee And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury. wrong?

Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or your husband Or thee -or thee ?-or any of your faction? I was a packhorse in his great atfairs, [king,



A weeder-out of his proud adversaries,

Dors. No man but prophesied revenge for it. A liberal rewarder of his friends ;

Buck. Northumberland, then present, wept To royalize his blood, I spilt mine own.

to see it.

(I came, Q. Mar. Ay, and much better blood than his, Q. Mar. What! were you snarling all, before or thine.

(Grey, Ready to catch each other by the throat, Glo. In all which time you, and your husband And turn you all your hatred now on me? Were factious for the house of Lancaster ;- Did York's dread curse prevail so much with And, Rivers, so were you :-Was not your hus- heaven, band

That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, In Margaret's battle at Saint Albans slain? Their kingdom's loss, my woful banishment, Let me put in your minds, if you forget, Could all but answer for that peevish brat? What you have been ere now, and what you are; Cancurses pierce the clouds,and enter heaven?Withal, what I have been, and what I am. Why, then give way, dull clouds, to my quick Q. Mar. A murd'rous villain, and so still thou curses! art.

[Warwick. Though not by war, by surfeit die your king, Glo. Poor Clarence did forsake his father As ours by murder, to make him a king! Ay, and forswore himself,- Which Jesu par- Edward, thy son, that now is prince of Wales, Q. Mar. Which God revenge! (don !-- For Edward, my son, that was prince of Wales, Glo. To tight on Edward's party, for the Die in his youth, by like untimely violence !

Thyself a queen, for me that was a queen, And, for his meed, poor lord, he is mew'd up: Outlive thy glory like my wretched self! I would to God, my heart were flint like Ed- Long may'st thou live, to wail thy children's ward's,

And see another, as I see thee now, [loss ; Or Edward's soft and pitiful, like mine; Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stall'din mine! I am too childish-foolish for this world. Long die thy happy days before thy death; Q. Mar. Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave And, after many lengthen'd hours of grief, this world,

Die neither mother, wife, nor England's Thou cacodæmon! there thy kingdom is.

queen!Rw. My lord of Gloster, in those busy days, Rivers, -and Dorset-you were standers by,Which bere you urge, to prove us enemies, And sowast thou, Lord Hastings,—when myson We follow'd then our lord, our lawful king; Was stabb'd with bloody daggers : God, I pray So should we you, if you should be our king.

him, Glo. If I should be ?-I had rather be a pedler: That none of yon may live your natural age, Far be it from my heart, the thought thereof! But by some inulook'd accident cut off!

Q. Eliz. As little joy, my lord, as you suppose Glo. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wiYou should enjoy, were you this country's king:

ther'd hag.

[thou shalt hear me. As little joy you may suppose in me,

Q. Mar. And leave out thee? stay, dog, for That I enjoy, being the queen thereof. If heaven have any grievous plague in store,

Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof; Exceeding those that I can wish upou thee, For I am she, and altogether joyless.

0, let them keep it, till thy sins be ripe, I can no longer hold me patient.- (Advancing. And then hurl down their indignation Hlear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace ! In sharing that which you have pill'd from me: The worm of conscience still be-gnaw thy soul! Which of you trembles not, that looks on me? Thy friends suspect for traitorswhile thou liv'st, If not, that, I being queen, you bow like subjects; And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends í Yet that, by you depos'd, you quake like re- No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine; Ah, gentle villain, do not turn away! [bels?- Unless it be while some tormenting dream Glo. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils ! in my sight?

(marrd; Thou elvish mark'd, abortive, rooting hog! Q. Mar. But repetition of what thou hast Thou that wast seal'd in thy nativity That will I make, before I let thee go. The slave of nature, and the son of hell!

Glo. Wert thou not banished on pain of death? Thou slander of thy mother's heavy womb! Q. Mar. I was; but I do find more pain in Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins! banishment,

Thou rag of honour! thou detested-
Than death can yield me here by my abode. Glo. Margaret.
A husband, and a son, thou ow'st to me,--

Q. Mar.

Richard ! And thou a kingdom ;-all of you, allegiance: Glo.

Ha? This sorrow that I have, by right is yours;

Q. Mar.

I call thee not. And all the pleasures you usurp, are mine. Glo. I cry thee mercy then; for I did think,

Glo. The curse my noble father laid on thee, That thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names. When thou didst crown his warlike brows with Q. Mar. Why, so I did: but look'd for no reply. paper,

0, let me make the period to my curse. And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes; Glo. 'Tis done by me; and ends in--Margaret. And then, to dry them, gay'st the duke a clout, Q. Eliz. Thus have you breath'd your curse Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rut- against yourself. land;

Q. Mar. Poor painted queen, vain flourish of His curses, then from bitterness of soul

my fortune! Denounc'd against thee, are all fall'n upon thee; Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider, And God, not we, hath plagu'd thy bloody deed. Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about?

Q. Eliz. So just is God, to right the innocent. Fool, fool! thou whetst a knife to kill thyself. Hast. O, 'twas the foulest deed to slay that The day will come, that thou shalt wish for me babe,

To help thee curse this pois'nous bunch-back'd And the most merciless, that e'er was heard of. toad.

[curse; Riv. Tyrants themselves wept when it was Hast. False-boding woman, end thy frantick reported

Lest, to thy harm, thou move our patience.

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