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          Let me put in your minds, if you forget,

          What you have been ere this, and what you are;

          Withal, what I have been, and what I am.

        QUEEN MARGARET. A murd'rous villain, and so still thou art.

        GLOUCESTER. Poor Clarence did forsake his father, Warwick,

          Ay, and forswore himself-which Jesu pardon! -

        QUEEN MARGARET. Which God revenge!

        GLOUCESTER. To fight on Edward's party for the crown;

          And for his meed, poor lord, he is mewed up.

          I would to God my heart were flint like Edward's,

          Or Edward's soft and pitiful like mine.

          I am too childish-foolish for this world.

        QUEEN MARGARET. Hie thee to hell for shame and leave this

          world,

          Thou cacodemon; there thy kingdom is.

        RIVERS. My Lord of Gloucester, in those busy days

          Which here you urge to prove us enemies,

          We follow'd then our lord, our sovereign king.

          So should we you, if you should be our king.

        GLOUCESTER. If I should be! I had rather be a pedlar.

          Far be it from my heart, the thought thereof!

        QUEEN ELIZABETH. As little joy, my lord, as you suppose

          You should enjoy were you this country's king,

          As little joy you may suppose in me

          That I enjoy, being the Queen thereof.

        QUEEN MARGARET. As little joy enjoys the Queen thereof;

          For I am she, and altogether joyless.

          I can no longer hold me patient. [Advancing]

          Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out

          In sharing that which you have pill'd from me.

          Which of you trembles not that looks on me?

          If not that, I am Queen, you bow like subjects,

          Yet that, by you depos'd, you quake like rebels?

          Ah, gentle villain, do not turn away!

        GLOUCESTER. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou in my

          sight?

        QUEEN MARGARET. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd,

          That will I make before I let thee go.

        GLOUCESTER. Wert thou not banished on pain of death?

        QUEEN MARGARET. I was; but I do find more pain in

          banishment

          Than death can yield me here by my abode.

          A husband and a son thou ow'st to me;

          And thou a kingdom; all of you allegiance.

          This sorrow that I have by right is yours;

          And all the pleasures you usurp are mine.

        GLOUCESTER. The curse my noble father laid on thee,

          When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper

          And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes,

          And then to dry them gav'st the Duke a clout

          Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland-

          His curses then from bitterness of soul

          Denounc'd against thee are all fall'n upon thee;

          And God, not we, hath plagu'd thy bloody deed.

        QUEEN ELIZABETH. So just is God to right the innocent.

        HASTINGS. O, 'twas the foulest deed to slay that babe,

          And the most merciless that e'er was heard of!

        RIVERS. Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported.

        DORSET. No man but prophesied revenge for it.

        BUCKINGHAM. Northumberland, then present, wept to see it.

        QUEEN MARGARET. What, were you snarling all before I came,

          Ready to catch each other by the throat,

          And turn you all your hatred now on me?

          Did York's dread curse prevail so much with heaven

          That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death,

          Their kingdom's loss, my woeful banishment,

          Should all but answer for that peevish brat?

          Can curses pierce the clouds and enter heaven?

          Why then, give way, dull clouds, to my quick curses!

          Though not by war, by surfeit die your king,

          As ours by murder, to make him a king!

          Edward thy son, that now is Prince of Wales,

          For Edward our son, that was Prince of Wales,

          Die in his youth by like untimely violence!

          Thyself a queen, for me that was a queen,

          Outlive thy glory, like my wretched self!

          Long mayest thou live to wail thy children's death,

          And see another, as I see thee now,

          Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stall'd in mine!

          Long die thy happy days before thy death;

          And, after many length'ned hours of grief,

          Die neither mother, wife, nor England's Queen!

          Rivers and Dorset, you were standers by,

          And so wast thou, Lord Hastings, when my son

          Was stabb'd with bloody daggers. God, I pray him,

          That none of you may live his natural age,

          But by some unlook'd accident cut off!

        GLOUCESTER. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'd

          hag.

        QUEEN MARGARET. And leave out thee? Stay, dog, for thou

          shalt hear me.

          If heaven have any grievous plague in store

          Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee,

          O, let them keep it till thy sins be ripe,

          And then hurl down their indignation

          On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace!

          The worm of conscience still be-gnaw thy soul!

          Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st,

          And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends!

          No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine,

          Unless it be while some tormenting dream

          Affrights thee with a hell of

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