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Riv. What, marry, may she ?
Glo. What, marry, may se? marry with a King, A batchelor, a handsom stripling too : I wis, your grandam had a worfer match.
Queen. My Lord of Glo'fter, I have too long borne Your blant upbraidings, and your bitter scoffs : By heav'n, I will acquaint his Majesty, Of those gross taunts I often have endur'd. I had rather be a country servant-maid, Than a great Queen with this condition ; To be thus taunted, scorn'd and baited at. Small joy have I in being England's Queen.
Enter Queen Margaret. Q. Mar. And leffen'd be that small, God, I befcech Thy honour; state, and feat is due to me.
(thec! Glo. What! threat you me with telling of the King? Tell him, and spare not: Look, what I have said, (6) I will avouch in presence of the King : 'Tis time to speak, my pains are quite forgot.
Q. Mar. Out, devil ! I remember them too well :
Q. Mar. Ay, and much better blood than his or thine.
Glo. In all which time you and your husband Gray
(6) Tell bim, and spare not : Look, what I have said,] This verse, which was at first left out by the players in their impression (in which the modern editors have follow'd them) I have restored from the old quarto's; and, indeed, without it, the verse, which immediately Follows, is hardly sense.
Withal, what I have been, and what I am.
Q. Mar. A murd'rous villain, and so still thou art.
Glo. Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick, Ay, and forswore himself, (which, Jesu, pardon !--) 0. Mar. Which God revenge !
Glo. To fight on Edward's party for the crown ; And for his meed, poor Lord, he is mew'd 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.
Q.Mar. Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave this world, Thou cacodæmon ! there thy kingdom is.
· Riv. My Lord of Glofter, in those busy days,
Glo. If I hould be! I had rather be a pedlar ;
Queen. As little joy, my Lord, as you suppose You
should enjoy, were you this country's King ;
Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the Queen thereof;
Glo. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak't thou in my fight?
[To the Queen. The forrow, that I have, by right is yours; And all the pleasures, you usurp, are mine. Gla. The curse my noble father laid on thee,
And turn you
When thou didit crown his warlike brows with paper,
R. Mar. So just is God to right the innocent.
Haft. O, 'twas the fouleft deed to flay that babe,
Riv. Tyrants themselves wept, when it was reported.
Q. Mar. What! where you snarling all before I came, Ready to catch each other by the throat,
all your hatred now on me ?
age, But by some unlook'd accident cut off !
Glo. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'd hag. Q. Mar. And leave out thee? ftay, dog, for thou
shalt hear me.
mercy then ; for, I did think, That thou had'It call’d me all these bitter names.
Q. Mar. Why, so I did ; but look'd for no reply,
(7) The Nave of nature,–] It was suggested to me, that, probably, the author might have wrote
The shame of nature, But, as Mr. Warburton ingeniously observ’d to me, the first is a most beautiful and satirical expression. For, as it was customary formerly for masters to brand their Naves, especially their fugitive Naves, both as a punishment, and as a mark to ascertain the ownership; so, when any person is born ill-thap'd, 'tis usually said, nature bas ftigmatiz'd him, or set a mark upon him that men may beware of his ill-conditions. It is the old rule in physiognomy, and we do not want living proofs of its being well-grounded, that Distortum Vultum fequitur Distortio Morum.
Queen. Thus have you breath'd your curse against
yourself. Mar. Poor painted Queen, vain flourish of my fortune! Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottl'd 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'd toad.
Haf. False-boading woman, end thy frantick curse ; Left 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.
Dorf. Dispute not with her, she is lunatick.
Q. Mar. Peace, master Marquiss, you are malapert : Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current. 0, that your young nobility could judge What 'were 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, Marquiss. Dorf. It touches you, my Lord, as much as me.
Glo. Ay, and much more ; but I was born so high, Our airy 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 ! Witness my fon, now in the shade of death; Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternal darkness folded up. Your airy buildeth in our airy's nett ; O God, that seest it, do not suffer it: As it was won with blood, so be it loft !
Buck. Peace, peace for shame, if not for charity.
Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me ;