Part 3 (2/2)
RIVERS. Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported.
DORSET. No man but prophesied revenge for it.
BUCKINGHAM. Northumberland, then present, wept to see it.
QUEEN MARGARET. What, were you snarling all before I came, Ready to catch each other by the throat, And turn you all your hatred now on me?
Did York's dread curse prevail so much with heaven That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, Their kingdom's loss, my woeful banishment, Should all but answer for that peevish brat?
Can curses pierce the clouds and enter heaven?
Why then, give way, dull clouds, to my quick curses!
Though not by war, by surfeit die your king, As ours by murder, to make him a king!
Edward thy son, that now is Prince of Wales, For Edward our son, that was Prince of Wales, Die in his youth by like untimely violence!
Thyself a queen, for me that was a queen, Outlive thy glory, like my wretched self!
Long mayest thou live to wail thy children's death, And see another, as I see thee now, Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stall'd in mine!
Long die thy happy days before thy death; And, after many length'ned hours of grief, Die neither mother, wife, nor England's Queen!
Rivers and Dorset, you were standers by, And so wast thou, Lord Hastings, when my son Was stabb'd with b.l.o.o.d.y daggers. G.o.d, I pray him, That none of you may live his natural age, But by some unlook'd accident cut off!
GLOUCESTER. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'd hag.
QUEEN MARGARET. And leave out thee? Stay, dog, for thou shalt hear me.
If heaven have any grievous plague in store Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee, O, let them keep it till thy sins be ripe, And then hurl down their indignation On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace!
The worm of conscience still be-gnaw thy soul!
Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st, 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 h.e.l.l 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 h.e.l.l, 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 n.o.bility 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-s.h.i.+ning beams thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternal darkness folded up.
Your aery buildeth in our aery's nest.
O G.o.d that seest it, do not suffer it; As it is won with blood, lost be it so!
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