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Enter Queen MARGARET

2. Mar. And leffen'd be that f thee!

Thy honour, ftate, and feat, is due

Glo. What! threat you me with te Tell him, and fpare not; look, what I will avouch in prefence of the king I dare adventure to be fent to the To 'Tis time to speak, my pains are qui

2, Mar. Out, devil! I remember Thou kill'dft my husband Henry in 1 And Edward, my poor son, at Tewl

Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or y
I was a pack-horfe in his great affair
A weeder-out of his proud adverfari
A liberal rewarder of his friends;
To royalize his blood, I spilt mine

2. Mar. Ay, and much better blo
Glo. In all which time, you, and
Were factious for the house of Lanca
And, Rivers, fo were you :-Was n
In Margaret's battle at faint Albans

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my

foft and pitiful, like mine; lifh-foolish for this world.

e thee to hell for fhame, and leave this world, mon! there thy kingdom is.

ord of Glofter, in those busy days, -ou urge, to prove us enemies, then our lord, our lawful king;

you

you, if fhould be our king.
ould be?—I had rather be a pedlar :
n my heart, the thought thereof!
s little joy, my lord, as you fuppofe
njoy, were you this country's king;
you may suppose in me,

, being the queen thereof.

little joy enjoys the queen thereof; and altogether joyless.

ger hold me patient.

[Advancing.

wrangling pirates, that fall out at which you have pill'd from me : u trembles not, that looks on me?

I being queen, you bow like fubjects; you depos'd, you quake like rebels?illain, do not turn away!

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Glo. The curfe my noble father laid When thou didft crown his warlike br And with thy fcorns drew'st rivers fro And then, to dry them, gav'ft the dul Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty His curfes, then from bitterness of fou Denounc'd against thee, are all fallen And God, not we, hath plagu'd thy b

2 Eliz. So juft is God, to right the Haft. O, 'twas the fouleft deed, to f And the most mercilefs, that e'er was Riv. Tyrants themselves wept when Dorf. No man but prophecy'd reven Buck. Northumberland, then presen 2. Mar. What! were you fnarling Ready to catch each other by the thro And turn you all your hatred now on Did York's dread curfe prevail fo much That Henry's death, my lovely Edwar Their kingdom's lofs, my woful bani Could all but answer for that peevish b Can curfes pierce the clouds, and ente Why, then give way, dull clouds, to my Though not by war, by furfeit die you

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any lengthen'd hours of grief,
other, wife, nor England's queen!-
Dorfet,-you were ftanders by,-
hou, lord Hastings,—when my fon
with bloody daggers; God, I pray him,
you may live your natural

unlook'd accident cut off!

age,

Hone thy charm, thou hateful wither'd hag, nd leave out thee? ftay, dog, for thou shalt

ar me.

e any grievous plague in store,
ofe that I can wish upon thee,
eep it, till thy fins be ripe,
-l down their indignation
troubler of the poor world's peace!
conscience still be-gnaw thy foul !
fpect for traitors while thou liv'st,
p traitors for thy dearest friends!
up that deadly eye of thine,
hile some tormenting dream
with a hell of ugly devils!
hark'd, abortive, rooting hog!
It feal'd in thy nativity

ature, and the fon of hell!

Thou

- him,

er'd hag, thou shalt

Thon

O, let me make the period to my cur Glo. 'Tis done by me; and ends in 2. Eliz. Thus have you breath'd yourself.

2. Mar. Poor painted queen, vai

tune!

Why strew'st thou fugar on that bottl
Whofe deadly web enfnareth thee abo
Fool, fool! thou whet'st a knife to ki
The day will come, that thou fhalt wi
To help thee curfe this pois'nous bun
Haft. Falfe-boding woman, end thy
Left, to thy harm, thou move our pat
2. Mar. Foul fhame upon you!

mine.

Riv. Were you well ferv'd, you w duty.

2. Mar. To ferve me well, you all Teach me to be your queen, and you O, ferve me well, and teach yourselve Dor. Difpute not with her, the is l 2. Mar. Peace, master marquis, yo Your fire-new ftamp of honour is fcan O, that your young nobility could ju

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