a noble. eful height aufe ws not fo? y she,— zing, A bachelor 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 2. Mar. Ay, and much better blo C 2 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. , 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! Gla. 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 C 3 any lengthen'd hours of grief, 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, 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 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 C 4 |