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For Edward, my son, that was prince of Wales,
Glo. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'd hag.
 The common pecple in Scotland have still an aversion to those who have any natural defect or redundancy, as thinking them marked out for rischief. STEEV. She culis him hog, as an appellation more contemptuous than boar, as he
Whire te ned from his easigns armorial. JOHNS.
Q.Mar. Why, so I did ; but look'd for no reply. 0, let me make the period to my curse. Glo. 'Tis done by me ; and ends in-Margaret. 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? 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 pois'nous bunch-back toad.
Hast. False-boding woman, end thy frantic curse ; Lest, to thy harm, thou move our patience. Q.Mar. Foul shame upon you ! you have all mov'd
mine. Riv. Were you well serv'd, you would be taught your
duty. Q.Mar. 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.
Dors. Dispute not with her, she is lunatic.
Q. Mar. Peace, master marquis, you are malapert ; Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current : O, that our 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.
Glo. Good counsel, marry;--learn it, learn it, marquis. Dors. It touches you, my lord, as much as me.
Glo. Ay, and much more : But I was born so high, Our aiery 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 !cm Witness my son, now in the shade of death ;* Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternal darkness folded up. Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest : 5. O God, that see'st it, do not suffer it ; As it was won with blood, lost be it so !
 A bottled spider is a large, bloated, glossy spider; supposed to contain venom proportionate to its size. The expression occurs again in Act IV:
“That bottled spider, that foul bunch.back'd toad." RITSON.  Her distress cannot prevent her quibbling It may be here remarked, that the introduction of Margaret in this place, is against all historical eve idence. She was ransomed and sent to France soon after Tewksbury fight, and there passed the remainder of her wretched life. RITSON
55] an aiery is a hawk's or an eagle's nest. STEEV.
Buck. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charity.
Q.Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me;
Buck. Have done, have done.
Q. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I kiss thy hand,
Buck. Nor no one here ; for curses never pass
Q.Mar. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky,
Glo. What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham?
counsel ? And sooth 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 ! [Erit.
Hast. My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses.
Glo. I cannot blame her, by God's holy mother ;
QiEliz. I never did her any, to my knowledge.
Glo. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong.
 Possibly Milton took from hence the hint of his famous allegory..
BLACKSTONE.  A frank is an old English word for a hog-sty. 'Tis possible be uses
God pardon them that are the cause thereof !
Riv. A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion, To pray for them that have done scath to us. 8
Glo. So do I ever, being well advis'd ;-
Q.Eli. Catesby, I come:-lords, will you go with me?
[Exeunt all but GLOSTER.
Enter two Murderers.
1 Mur.We are,my lord; and come to have the warrant, That we may be admitted where he is. Glo. 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.
this metaphor to Clarence, in allusion to the crest of the family of York, which was a boar. Whereto relate those famous old verses on Richard III :
“ The cat, the rat, and Lovel the dog,
Rule all England under a hog.'
 Scath is harm, mischief STEEV.
1 Mur. 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. Glo. Your eyes drop mill-stones, when fools' eyes
drop tears : I like you, lads ;--about your business straight ; Go, go, despatch. 1 Mur. We will, my noble lord.
Clar. O, I have past a miserable night,
Brak. What was your dream, my lord ? I pray you,
Clar. Methought, that I had broken from the Tower,
 Not an in fidel. JOHNS.