GLOUCESTER.I cry thee mercy then,for I did think That thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names.QUEEN MARGARET.Why,so I did,but look'd for no reply.O,let me make the period to my curse!GLOUCESTER.'Tis done by me,and ends in-Margaret.QUEEN ELIZABETH.Thus have you breath'd your curse against yourself.
QUEEN MARGARET.Poor painted queen,vain flourish of my fortune!Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about?Fool,fool!thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself.The day will come that thou shalt wish for me To help thee curse this poisonous bunch-back'd toad.HASTINGS.False-boding woman,end thy frantic curse,Lest to thy harm thou move our patience.QUEEN MARGARET.Foul shame upon you!you have all mov'd mine.RIVERS.Were you well serv'd,you would be taught your duty.QUEEN MARGARET.To serve me well you all should do me duty,Teach me to be your queen and you my subjects.O,serve me well,and teach yourselves that duty!DORSET.Dispute not with her;she is lunatic.QUEEN MARGARET.Peace,Master Marquis,you are malapert;Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current.O,that your young nobility could judge What 'twere to lose it and be miserable!They that stand high have many blasts to shake them,And if they fall they dash themselves to pieces.GLOUCESTER.Good counsel,marry;learn it,learn it,Marquis.DORSET.It touches you,my lord,as much as me.GLOUCESTER.Ay,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.QUEEN MARGARET.And turns the sun to shade-alas!alas!Witness my son,now in the shade of death,Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternal darkness folded up.Your aery buildeth in our aery's nest.O God that seest it,do not suffer it;As it is won with blood,lost be it so!BUCKINGHAM.
Peace,peace,for shame,if not for charity!QUEEN MARGARET.Urge neither charity nor shame to me.Uncharitably with me have you dealt,And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd.My charity is outrage,life my shame;And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!BUCKINGHAM.Have done,have done.QUEEN MARGARET.O princely Buckingham,I'll kiss thy hand In sign 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.BUCKINGHAM.Nor no one here;for curses never pass The lips of those that breathe them in the air.QUEEN MARGARET.I will not think but they ascend the sky And there awake God's gentle-sleeping peace.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.GLOUCESTER.What doth she say,my Lord of Buckingham?BUCKINGHAM.Nothing that I respect,my gracious lord.
QUEEN MARGARET.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!Exit BUCKINGHAM.My hair doth stand an end to hear her curses.RIVERS.And so doth mine.I muse why she's at liberty.GLOUCESTER.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.QUEEN ELIZABETH.I never did her any to my knowledge.GLOUCESTER.Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong.I was too hot to do somebody good That is too cold in thinking of it now.Marry,as for Clarence,he is well repaid;He is frank'd up to fatting for his pains;God pardon them that are the cause thereof!RIVERS.A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion,To pray for them that have done scathe to us!GLOUCESTER.So do I ever-[Aside]being well advis'd;For had I curs'd now,I had curs'd myself.
Enter CATESBY
CATESBY.Madam,his Majesty doth can for you,And for your Grace,and you,my gracious lords.QUEEN ELIZABETH.Catesby,I come.Lords,will you go with me?RIVERS.We wait upon your Grace.Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER GLOUCESTER.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,who I indeed have cast in darkness,I do beweep to many simple gulls;Namely,to Derby,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,Dorset,Grey;But then I sigh and,with a piece of Scripture,Tell them that God bids us do good for evil.And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ,And seem a saint when most I play the devil.
Enter two MURDERERS
But,soft,here come my executioners.How now,my hardy stout resolved mates!Are you now going to dispatch this thing?FIRST MURDERER.We are,my lord,and come to have the warrant,That we may be admitted where he is.GLOUCESTER.Well thought upon;I have it here about me.[Gives the warrant]When you have done,repair to Crosby Place.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.FIRST MURDERER.Tut,tut,my lord,we will not stand to prate;Talkers are no good doers.Be assur'd We go to use our hands and not our tongues.GLOUCESTER.Your eyes drop millstones when fools'eyes fall tears.I like you,lads;about your business straight;Go,go,dispatch.FIRST MURDERER.We will,my noble lord.Exeunt