On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace! Q. Mar. Glou. Q. Mar. Richard! Ha! 1 call thee not. Glou. I cry thee mercy then, for I had thought O, let me make the period to my curse! Glou. 'T is done by me, and ends in "Margaret." 230 239 Q. Eliz. Thus have you breath'd your curse against yourself. Q. Mar. Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my fortune! Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider, Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about? To help thee curse that poisonous bunch-back'd toad. 251 Q. Mar. Foul shame upon you! you have all mov'd mine. Q. Mar. Peace, master marquess, you are malapert: What 't were to lose it, and be miserable! They that stand high have many blasts to shake them; 260 Glou. Good counsel, marry: learn it, learn it, marquess. Dor. It toucheth you, my lord, as much as me. Glou. Yea, and much more: but I was born so high, Our aery buildeth in the cedar's top, And dallies with the wind and scorns the sun. Q. Mar. And turns the sun to shade; alas! alas! Buck. Have done! for shame, if not for charity. And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd. And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage! Buck. Have done, have done. Q. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I'll kiss thy hand, In sign of league and amity with thee: Now fair befal 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 curses never pass The lips of those that breathe them in the air. Q. Mar. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky, And there awake God's gentle-sleeping peace. [Aside to Buck.] O Buckingham, take heed 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 set their marks on him, And all their ministers attend on him. Glou. What doth she say, my Lord of Buckingham? Buck. Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord. 270 280 290 Q. Mar. What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel ? And soothe the devil that I warn thee from? O, but remember this another day, When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow, And say poor Margaret was a prophetess! Live each of you the subjects to his hate, And he to yours, and all of you to God's! Hast. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses. 264 aery=brood of young eagles or hawks. 300 (Exit She hath had too much wrong; and I repent Q. Eliz. I never did her any, to my knowledge. Riv. A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion, Enter CATESBY. Cates. Madam, his majesty doth call for you; And for your grace; and you, my noble lords. Q. Eliz. Catesby, we come. Lords, will you go with us? 310 320 Riv. Madam, we will attend your grace. [Exeunt all but Gloucester. Glou. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. The secret mischiefs that I set abroach I lay unto the grievous charge of others. Clarence, whom I, indeed, have laid in darkness, Namely, to Hastings, Derby, Buckingham; That stir the King against the Duke my brother. With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ; Enter two Murderers. How now, my hardy, stout resolved mates! Are you now going to dispatch this deed? 330 340 First Murd. We are, my lord; and come to have the war rant, That we may be admitted where he is. Glou. Well thought upon; I have it here about me. When you have done, repair to Crosby Place. 314 frank'd styed: a franka sty. [Gives the warrant 337 ends = verbal formulas; so called because letters, sermons and speeches were ended with them. But, sirs, be sudden 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. Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate; We come to use our hands and not our tongues. 350 Glou. Your eyes drop millstones, when fools' eyes drop tears: I like you, lads; about your business straight; Go, go, dispatch. First Murd. We will, my noble lord. SCENE IV. London. The Tower. Enter CLARENCE and BRAKENBURY. Brak. Why looks your grace so heavily to-day? I would not spend another such a night, Though 't were to buy a world of happy days, So full of dismal terror was the time. [Exeunt. Brak. What was your dream? I long to hear you tell it. Clar. Methoughts that I had broken from the Tower, And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy; And, in my company, my brother Glou'ster; Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches: thence we look'd toward England, Methought that Glou'ster stumbled; and, in falling, Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes 10 20 30 As 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems, Clar. Methought I had; and often did I strive Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, Brak. No marvel, my lord, though it affrighted you; I promise you, I am afraid to hear you tell it. Clar. O Brakenbury, I have done those things, O God! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee, Yet execute thy wrath in me alone, O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children! My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep. 46 grim ferryman Charon, who ferried ghosts across the Styx to Hader 50 60 70 |