Q.M. And leave out thee? stay Dog, for thou shalt heare me.

If Heaven have any grievous plague in store,
Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee,
O let them keepe it, till thy sinnes be ripe,
And then hurle downe their indignation
On thee, the troubler of the poore Worlds peace. 230
The Worme of Conscience still begnaw thy Soule,
Thy Friends suspect for Traytors while thou liv'st,
And take deepe Traytors for thy dearest Friends:
No sleepe close up that deadly Eye of thine,
Unlesse it be while some tormenting Dreame
Affrights thee with a Hell of ougly Devills.
Thou elvish mark'd, abortive rooting Hogge,
Thou that wast seal'd in thy Nativitie
The slave of Nature, and the Sonne of Hell:
Thou slander of thy heavie Mothers Wombe,
Thou loathed Issue of thy Fathers Loynes,
Thou Ragge of Honor, thou detested-

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Rich. Margaret.

Q.M. Richard.

Q.M. I call thee not.

Rich. Ha.

Rich. I cry thee mercie then: for I did thinke, That thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names. Q.M. Why so I did, but look'd for no reply. Oh let me make the Period to my Curse.

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Rich. 'Tis done by me, and ends in Margaret. Qu. Thus have you breath'd your Curse against your self.

Q.M. Poore painted Queen, vain flourish of my fortune, Why strew'st thou Sugar on that Bottel'd Spider,

235. while: whilst-6-8Q.

240. beavie Mothers: mother's heavy-QQ.

244. new 1. at Rich.-RowE. 246. did thinke: had thought-QQ.

Whose deadly Web ensnareth thee about?

Foole, foole, thou whet'st a Knife to kill thy selfe:
The day will come, that thou shalt wish for me,
To helpe thee curse this poysonous Bunch-backt Toade.
Hast. False boding Woman, end thy frantick Curse,
Least to thy harme, thou move our patience. 259
Q.M. Foule shame upon you, you have all mov'd mine.
Ri. Were you wel serv'd, you would be taught your
duty.

Q. M. To serve me well, you all should do me duty, Teach me to be your Queene, and you my Subjects: O serve me well, and teach your selves that duty.

Dors. Dispute not with her, shee is lunaticke. Q.M. Peace Master Marquesse, you are malapert, Your fire-new stampe of Honor is scarce currant. O that your yong Nobility could judge What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable.

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They that stand high, have many blasts to shake them,
And if they fall, they dash themselves to peeces.
Rich. Good counsaile marry, learne it, learne it Mar-
quesse.

Dor. It touches you my Lord, as much as me.

Rich. I, and much more: but I was borne so high: Our ayerie buildeth in the Cedars top, And dallies with the winde, and scornes the Sunne. Mar. And turnes the Sun to shade: alas, alas, Witnesse my Sonne, now in the shade of death, 279 Whose bright out-shining beames, thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternall darknesse folded up.

Your ayery buildeth in our ayeries Nest:

O God that seest it, do not suffer it,

As it is wonne with blood, lost be it so.

256. day: time-IQ.

257. this: that-QQ.

274. touches: toucheth-Q0. 275. I: Yea-Qo. 284. is: was

Buc. Peace, peace for shame: If not, for Charity. Mar. 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 sorrowes rage. 290
Buc. Have done, have done.

Mar. O Princely Buckingham, Ile kisse thy hand,

In signe of League and amity with thee:
Now faire befall thee, and thy Noble house:
Thy Garments are not spotted with our blood:
Nor thou within the eompasse of my curse.

Buc. Nor no one heere: for Curses never passe
The lips of those that breath them in the ayre.

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Mar. I will not thinke but they ascend the sky, And there awake Gods gentle sleeping peace. O Buckingham, take heede of yonder dogge: Looke when he fawnes, he bites; and when he bites, His venom tooth will rankle to the death. Have not to do with him, beware of him, Sinne, death, and hell have set their markes on him, And all their Ministers attend on him.

Rich. What doth she say, my Lord of Buckingham. Buc. Nothing that I respect my gracious Lord. Mar. What dost thou scorne me

For my gentle counsell?

And sooth the divell that I warne thee from.

O but remember this another day:

When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow:
And say (poore Margaret) was a Prophetesse:

285. Peace, peace: Have done-Qo.

288. my bopes (by you): by you my hopes-QQ.

290. that shame: my shame-Qo.

310

296. compasse: misprint 1F. 309-10. 1 1.-Qe.

299. I will not thinke: I'll not believe-QQ.

Exit.

Live each of you the subjects to his hate,
And he to yours, and all of you to Gods.
Buc. My haire doth stand an end to heare her curses.
Riv. And so doth mine, I muse why she's at libertie.
Rich. I cannot blame her, by Gods holy mother,
She hath had too much wrong, and I repent
My part thereof, that I have done to her.

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Mar. [Q. Eliz.] I never did her any to my knowledge.

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Rich. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong: I was too hot, to do somebody good, That is too cold in thinking of it now: Marry as for Clarence, he is well repayed: He is frank'd up1 to fatting for his paines, God pardon them, that are the cause thereof. Riv. A vertuous, and a Christian-like conclusion Το for them that have done scath2 to us. pray Rich. So do I ever, being well advis'd.

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Speakes to himselfe.

For had I curst now, I had curst my selfe.

Enter Catesby.

Cates. Madam, his Majesty doth call for you, And for your Grace, and yours my gracious Lord. Qu. Catesby I come, Lords will you go with mee. Riv. We wait upon your Grace.

Exeunt all but Gloster. Rich. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawle. The secret Mischeefes that I set abroach,

317. an end: on end-1-6Q.

323. Yet: But-QQ.

341

328. thereof: of it-QQ.

336. yours my gracious Lord: you, my noble lords-CAPELL.

337. I.. mee: we .. us-20.

338. We wait upon: Madam, we will attend-Qo.

I lay unto the greevous charge of others.
Clarence, who I indeede have cast in darknesse,
I do beweepe to many simple Gulles,
Namely to Derby, Hastings, Buckingham,
And tell them 'tis the Queene, and her Allies,
That stirre the King against the Duke my Brother.
Now they beleeve it, and withall whet me
To be reveng'd on Rivers, Dorset, Grey.
But then I sigh, and with a peece of Scripture,
Tell them that God bids us do good for evill:
And thus I cloath my naked Villanie
With odde old ends, stolne forth of holy Writ,
And seeme a Saint, when most I play the devill.

Enter two murtherers.

But soft, heere come my Executioners,

How now my hardy stout resolved Mates,

Are you now going to dispatch this thing?

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Vil. [First Murd.] We are my Lord, and come to have the Warrant, |

That we may be admitted where he is.

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Ric. Well thought upon, I have it heare about me:

[Gives the warrant.] When you have done, repayre to Crosby place; But sirs be sodaine in the execution, Withall obdurate, do not heare him pleade; For Clarence is well spoken, and perhappes May move your hearts to pitty, if you marke him. Vil. Tut, tut, my Lord, we will not stand to prate,

343. who: whom-2-4F. cast: laid-Qo.

345. Derby, Hastings: Hastings, Derby-Q.

346. tell them 'tis: say it is-1-6Q. 349. Dorset: Vaughan-QQ. 353. odde old.. forth: old odd .. out-Qo. 358. thing: deed-QQ. 367. Tut, tut: Tush! Fear not-Q2. Tush separate 1.-CAMBRIDGE.