rief, when traitors brave the field. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

The fame. Before the Palace.

Enter Queen MARGARET.

, now prosperity begins to mellow, co the rotten mouth of death. confines flily have I lurk'd, e waning of mine enemies. ion am I witness to,

France; hoping, the confequence s bitter, black, and tragical.

ee, wretched Margaret! who comes here?

ven ELIZABETH, and the Duchefs of York.

h, my poor princes! ah, my tender babes! flowers, new-appearing fweets!

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es here?

York, er babes!

2. Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plant Edward for Edward pays a dying debt.

2. Eliz. Wilt thou, O God, fly from And throw them in the entrails of the When didst thou sleep, when fuch a dee

2. Mar. When holy Harry died, and Duch. Dead life, blind fight, poor m Woe's scene, world's fhame, grave's du Brief abstract and record of tedious day Rest thy unrest on England's lawful ear Unlawfully made drunk with innocent

2. Eliz. Ah, that thou would't as fo As thou canst yield a melancholy feat; Then would I hide my bones, not rest Ah, who hath any cause to mourn, but

2 Mar. If ancient forrow be most re
Give mine the benefit of seniory,
And let my griefs frown on the upper
If forrow can admit fociety,

[Sittin
Tell o'er your woes again by viewing r
I had an Edward, till a Richard kill'd
I had a husband, till a Richard kill'd h
Thou had'ft an Edward, till a Richard
Thou hadst a Richard, till a Richard k

Duch. I had a Richard too, and thou didst kill him; I had a Rutland too, thou holp'ft to kill him.

2. Mar. Thou hadst a Clarence too, and Richard kill'd
him.

From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept
A hell-hound, that doth hunt us all to death:
That dog, that had his teeth before his eyes,
To worry lambs, and lap their gentle blood;
That foul defacer of God's handy-work;
That excellent grand tyrant of the earth,
That reigns in galled eyes of weeping fouls,
Thy womb let loofe, to chafe us to our graves.-
O upright, juft, and true-difpofing God,
How do I thank thee, that this carnal cur
Preys on the iffue of his mother's body,
And makes her pew-fellow with others' moan!
Duch. O, Harry's wife, triumph not in my woes ;
God witness with me, I have wept for thine.

2. Mar. Bear with me; I am hungry for revenge, And now I cloy me with beholding it.

Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward;
Thy other Edward dead, to quit my Edward;
Young York he is but boot, because both they
Match not the high perfection of my loss.

Thy Clarence he is dead, that ftabb'd my Edward;
And the beholders of this tragick play,

The adulterate Haftings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey,
Untimely fmother'd in their dusky graves.
Richard yet lives, hell's black intelligencer;
Only referv'd their factor, to buy fouls,
And fend them thither: But at hand, at hand,
Enfues his piteous and unpitied end:

Earth gapes, hell burns, fiends roar, faints pray,
To have him fuddenly convey'd from hence :-

Cancel

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One heav'd a high, to be hurl'd down
A mother only mock'd with two fair b
A dream of what thou waft; a garish
To be the aim of every dangerous fhot
A fign of dignity, a breath, a bubble
A queen in jeft, only to fill the fcene.
Where is thy husband now? where be
Where be thy two fons? wherein doft
Who fues, and kneels, and fays-God
Where be the bending peers that flatte
Where be the thronging troops that fo
Decline all this, and fee what now tho
For happy wife, a moft diftreffed wido
For joyful mother, one that wails the
For one being fued to, one that humb
For queen, a very caitiff crown'd with
For one that fcorn'd at me, now fcorn
For one being fear'd of all, now fearin
For one commanding all, obey'd of no
Thus hath the course of justice wheel'
And left thee but a very prey to mine
Having no more but thought of what t
To torture thee the more, being what
Thou didst ufurp my place, And doft
Ufurp the juft proportion of my forrow

Jy words are dull, O, quicken them with e!

hy woes will make them sharp, and pierce mine. [Exit 2. MARGARET,

y fhould calamity be full of words?

Windy attorneys to their client woes, ers of inteftate joys,

ng orators of miferies!

e fcope: though what they do impart elfe, yet do they ease the heart.

■, then be not tongue-ty'd: go with me, reath of bitter words let's fmother

fon, that thy two fweet fons fmother'd.

um,-be copious in exclaims.

[Drum, within.

ing RICHARD, and his Train, marching.

Who intercepts me in my expedition? he, that might have intercepted thee,

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