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And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends!

No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine,

Unless it be while some tormenting dream

Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils!

Thou elvish-mark'd, abortive, rooting hog,

Thou that wast seal'd in thy nativity

The slave of nature and the son of hell,

Thou slander of thy heavy mother's womb,

Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins,

Thou rag of honour, thou detested-

GLOUCESTER.

Margaret!

QUEEN MARGARET.

Richard!

GLOUCESTER.

Ha?

QUEEN MARGARET.

I call thee not.

GLOUCESTER.

I cry thee mercy then, for I did think

That thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names.

QUEEN MARGARET.

Why, so I did, but look'd for no reply.

O, let me make the period to my curse!

GLOUCESTER.

'Tis done by me, and ends in-Margaret.

QUEEN ELIZABETH.

Thus have you breath'd your curse against yourself.

QUEEN MARGARET.

Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my fortune!

Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider

Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about?

Fool, fool! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself.

The day will come that thou shalt wish for me

To help thee curse this poisonous bunch-back'd toad.

HASTINGS.

False-boding woman, end thy frantic curse,

Lest to thy harm thou move our patience.

QUEEN MARGARET.

Foul shame upon you! you have all mov'd mine.

RIVERS.

Were you well serv'd, you would be taught your duty.

QUEEN MARGARET.

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!

DORSET.

Dispute not with her; she is lunatic.

QUEEN MARGARET.

Peace, Master Marquis, you are malapert;

Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current.

O, that your young nobility could judge

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.

GLOUCESTER.

Good counsel, marry; learn it, learn it, Marquis.

DORSET.

It touches you, my lord, as much as me.

GLOUCESTER.

Ay, and much more; but I was born so high,

Our aery buildeth in the cedar's top,

And dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun.

QUEEN MARGARET.

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

Hath in eternal darkness folded up.

Your aery buildeth in our aery's nest.

O God that seest it, do not suffer it;

As it is won with blood, lost be it so!

BUCKINGHAM.

Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charity!

QUEEN MARGARET.

Urge neither charity nor shame to me.

Uncharitably with me have you dealt,

And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd.

My charity is outrage, life my shame;

And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!

BUCKINGHAM.

Have done, have done.

QUEEN MARGARET.

O princely Buckingham, I'll kiss thy hand

In sign of league and amity with thee.

Now fair befall thee and thy noble house!

Thy garments are not spotted with our blood,

Nor thou within the compass of my curse.

BUCKINGHAM.

Nor no one here; for curses never pass

The lips of those that breathe them in the air.

QUEEN MARGARET.

I will not think but they ascend the sky

And there awake God's gentle-sleeping peace.

O Buckingham, take heed of yonder dog!

Look when he fawns, he bites; and when he bites,

His venom tooth will rankle to the death:

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.

GLOUCESTER.

What doth she say, my Lord of Buckingham?

BUCKINGHAM.

Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord.

QUEEN MARGARET.

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!

Live each of you the subjects to his hate,

And he to yours, and all of you to God's! Exit

BUCKINGHAM. My hair doth stand an end to hear her curses.

RIVERS.

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