Thou elvish-markt abortive, rooting hog!
Thou that waft feal'd in thy nativity
The flave of nature, and the fon of hell!
Thou flander of thy mother's womb!
Thou loathed iffue of thy father's loins!

Thou rag of honour, thou detefted-
GLO. Margaret.
Q.MAR. Richard.

GLO. Ha?

Q. MAR. I call thee not.

GLO. I cry thee mercy then! for, I did think, That thou had'ft call'd me all these bitter names.

Q. MAR. Why fo I did; but look'd for no reply. Oh, let me make the period to my curfe.

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

QUEEN. Thus have you breath'd your curse against yourself.

Q. MAR. Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my fortune! Why strew'st thou fugar on that bottled spider, Whose deadly web enfnareth thee about? Fool, fool, thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself; The day will come, that thou shalt with for me To help thee curse this pois'nous bunch-back'd toad. HAST. Falfe-boding woman, end thy frantic curse; Left to thy harm thou move our patience.

Q. MAR. Foul fhame upon you! you have all mov'd mine. Riv. Were you well ferv'd, you would be taught your duty.

Q. MAR. To ferve me well, you all should do me duty, Teach me to be your queen, and you my fubjects: O, serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty.> DOR. Difpute not with her, he is lunatick..

Q. MAR. Peace, mafter marquis, you are malapert; Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current. O, that your young nobility could judge

What 'twere to lofe it, and be miserable!

They that stand high, have many blasts to shake them; And, if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.

GLO. Good counsel, marry, learn it, learn it, marquis. DOR. It touches you, my lord, as much as me. GLO. Ay, and much more; but I was born so high, Our airy buildeth in the cedar's top,

And dallies with the wind, and scorns the fun.

Q. MAR. And turns the fun to fhade;-alas! alas! Witnefs my fon, now in the shade of death; Whose bright out-fhining beams thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternal darkness folded up. Your airy buildeth in our airy's neft; O God, that feeft it, do not suffer it :

As it was won with blood, so be it loft!

Buck. Peace, peace, for fhame, if not for charity.
QMAR. Urge neither charity nor shame to me:
Uncharitably with me have you dealt,

And fhamefully my hopes, by you, are butcher'd.
My charity is outrage, life my shame,

And in my fhame ftill live my forrows rage!

BUCK. Have done, have done.

Q. MAR. O princely Buckingham, I'll kifs thy hand,

In fign 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.

Buck. Nor no one here; for curfes never pass
The lips of thofe that breathe them in the air.

Q. MAR. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky, And there awake God's gentle-fleeping peace.

O Buckingham, beware 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 fet their marks upon him;
And all their minifters attend on him?

GLO. What doth the fay, my lord of Buckingham?
BUCK. Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord.

Q. MAR. What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle counfel? And footh the devil, that I warn thee from?

O, but remember this another day,

When he shall split thy very heart with forrow;
And fay, poor Margret was a prophetefs.
Live each of you the fubject to his hate,

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

[Exit.

BUCK. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curfes. RIV. And fo doth mine: I wonder she's at liberty. GLO. I cannot blame her, by God's holy mother; She hath had too much wrong, and I repent

My part thereof, that I have done to her.

DOR. I never did her any to my knowledge.
GLO. Yet you have all the 'vantage of her wrong
I was too hot to do fomebody good,

That is too cold in thinking of it now.
Marry, for Clarence, he is well repay'd;
He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains,
God pardon them, that are the cause thereof!
Riv. A virtuous and a Chriftian-like conclufion,
To pray for them, that have done fcathe to us.
GLO. So did I ever, being well advis'd;
VOL. IV.

For had I curft now, I had curst myself.

Enter Catesby.

CATE. Madam, his majesty doth call for

you,

[Alide.

And for your grace, and you, my noble lord.
QUEEN. Catesby, we come; lords, will you go with us?
RIV. Madam, we will attend your grace.

[Exeunt all but Gloucester.

GLO. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl.
The secret mischiefs, that I fet a-broach,
I lay unto the grievous charge of others.
Clarence, whom I indeed have laid in darkness,
I do beweep to many fimple gulls,

Namely to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham;
And tell them 'tis the queen, and her allies,
That stir the king against the duke my brother.
Now they believe it, and withal whet me
To be reveng'd on Rivers, Dorfet, Gray.
But then I figh, and with a piece of scripture,
Tell them, that God bids us do good for evil:
And thus I clothe my naked villainy

With old odd ends, ftol'n forth of holy writ,
And feem a faint, when most I play the devil.

Enter two murtherers.

But foft, here come my executioners.

How now, my handy, ftout, refolved mates,

Are you now going to dispatch this deed?

I VIL. We are, my lord, and come to have the warrant,

That we may be admitted where he is.

GLO. Well thought upon, I have it here about me:

When you have done, repair to Crosby-place.

But, firs, be fudden in the execution,
Withal obdurate; do not hear him plead;
For Clarence is well-spoken, and, perhaps,

May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him.
VIL. Fear not, my lord, we will not ftand to prate.
Talkers are no good doers; be affur'd,

We go to use our hands, and not our tongues.

GLO. Your eyes drop mill-stones, when fools' eyes drop

tears,

I like

you lads-about your

business-go.

[Exeunt

SCENE V. Changes to the Tower.

Enter Clarence and Brakenbury.

BRAK. Why looks your grace so heavily to day?
CLA. O, I have past a miserable night,

So full of ugly fights, of ghaftly dreams,
That, as I am a Christian faithful man,

I would not spend another such a night,
Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days;
So full of difmal terror was the time.

BARK. What was your dream, my lord? I pray you tell me?

CLA. Methought that I had broken from the Tower,

And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy,

And in my company my brother Glo'fter,

Who, from my cabin, tempted me to walk

Upon the hatches. Thence we look'd tow'rd England,
And cited up a thousand heavy times,

During the wars of York and Lancaster,

That had befal'n us. As we pac'd along

Upon the giddy footing of the hatches,

Methought, that Glo'fter ftumbled; and in falling