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What you have been ere now, and what you are ;
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 !
Q. 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
Riv. My lord of Gloster, in those busy days,
Glo. If I should be ?-I'd rather be a pedlar:
Q. Eliz. As little joy, my lord, as you suppose
Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof;
which you have pill'd from me :) To pill is to pillage. Ah, gentle villain,] Gentle appears to be taken in its common acceptation, but to be used ironically.
Glo. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou in my
sight'? Q. Mar. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd ; That will I make, before I let thee go.
Glo. Wert thou not banished, on pain of death ?
Q. Mar. 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.
Glo. 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 fallen upon thee; And God, not we, hath plagu'd thy bloody deed .
Q. Eliz. So just is God, to right the innocent.
Hast. 0, 'twas the foulest deed, to slay that babe,
Riv. Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported.
Q. Mar. What! were you snarling all, before I came,
hatred now on me?
what mak'st thou in my sight?] An obsolete expression for-what dost thou in my sight?
hath plagu'd thy bloody deed.] To plague, in ancient language, is to punish.
Can curses pierce the clouds, and enter heaven ?--
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? stay, dog, for thou shalt
If heaven have any grievous plague in store,
'- by surfeit die your king !] Alluding to his luxurious
Thou elvish-mark’d', abortive, rooting hog?!
I call thee not.
Q. Mar. Why, so I did ; but look'd for no reply.
Glo. 'Tis done by me; and ends in-Margaret.,
yourself. Q. Mar. Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my for
elvish-mark'd,] The common people in Scotland, (as we learn from Kelley's Proverbs,) have still an aversion to those who have any natural defect or redundancy, as thinking them mark'd out for mischief.
rooting nog!) The expression is fine, alluding in memory of her young son) to the ravage which hogs make, with the finest flowers, in gardens; and intimating that Elizabeth was to expect no other treatment for her sons. WARBURTON.
3 The slave of nature,] The expression is strong and noble, and alludes to the ancient custom of masters branding their profligate slaves; by which it is insinuated that his misshapen person was the mark that nature had set upon him to stigmatize his ill conditions.
bottled spider,] A spider is called bottled, because, like other insects, he has a middle slender, and a belly protuberant. Richard's form and venom made her liken him to a spider.
Hast. False-boding woman, end thy frantick 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.
Dor. Dispute not with her, she is lunatick.
Q. Mar. Peace, master marquis, you are malapert : Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current: 0, 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.
Glo. Good counsel, marry ; learn it, learn it, marquis. Dor. It touches you, my lord, as much as me.
Glo. Ay, and much more : But I was born so high,
Buck. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charity.
s Witness my son, &c.] Her distress cannot prevent her quibbling. It may be here remarked, that the introduction of Margaret in this place is against all historical evidence. She was ransomed and sent to France soon after Tewksbury fight, and there passed the remainder of her wretched life.
* Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest :] An aiery is a hawk's or an eagle's nest.