I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower. 'T is time to speak; my pains are quite forgot. Q. Mar. Out, devil! I do remember them too well: Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or your husband king, A weeder-out of his proud adversaries, A liberal rewarder of his friends; To royalize his blood, I spent 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; And, Rivers, so were you:- was not your husband Let me put in your minds, if you forget, What you have been ere this, and what you are; Q. Mar. A murd'rous villain, and so still thou art. 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 cacodæmon! there thy kingdom is. Riv. My lord of Gloster, in those busy days, Glo. If I should be? I had rather be a pedlar. 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, Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof; I can no longer hold me patient. Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out [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, A husband, and a son, thou ow'st to me, all of you, allegiance: This sorrow that I have, by right is yours, And all the pleasures you usurp are mine. Glo. The curse my noble father laid on thee, Riv. Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported. And turn you all your hatred now one me? Did York's dread curse prevail so much with heaven, Can curses pierce the clouds, and enter heaven? Long may'st thou live, to wail thy children's death; 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. Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee, Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils! The slave of nature, and the son of hell! Glo. I cry thee mercy then; for I did think, That thou hadst 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. -- 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, Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about? The day will come, that thou shalt wish for me To help thee curse this pois'nous bunch-back'd toad. Hast. False-boding woman, end thy frantic curse, Lest to thy harm thou move our patience. 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, 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 lunatic. Q. Mar. Peace, master marquess! you are malapert: Your fire-new stamp of hononr is scarce current. 0, that your young nobility could judge, What 't were to lose it, and be miserable! They that stand high have many blasts to shake them, Glo. Good counsel, marry: - learn it, learn it, marquess. Dor. It touches you, my lord, as much as me. Glo. Ay, and much more; but I was born so high: Our eyry buildeth in the cedar's top, And dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun. - alas! alas! Q. Mar. And turns the sun to shade, Buck. Peace, peace! for shame, if not for charity. And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd. And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage! Buck. Have done, have done. Q. Mar. O, princely Buckingham! I'll kiss thy hand, In sign of league and amity with thee: Now, fair befal thee, and thy noble house! Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, Buck. Nor no one here; for curses never pass Q. Mar. 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, 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? Q. Mar. What! dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel, |