¶If heauen haue any grieuous plague in
store,
¶Exceeding tho
se that I can wi
sh vpon thee:
¶O let them keepe it till thy
sinnes be ripe,
¶And then hurle downe their indignation
690On thee the troubler of the poore worlds peace:
¶The worme of con
science
still begnaw thy
soule,
¶Thy friends
su
spect for traitors while thou liue
st,
¶And take deepe traitors for thy deare
st friends:
¶No
sleepe, clo
se vp that deadly eye of thine,
695Vnle
sse it be while
st
some tormenting dreame
¶Affrights thee with a hell of vgly diuels.
¶Thou elui
sh markt abortiue rooting hog,
¶Thou that wa
st
seald in thy natiuity
¶The
slaue of nature, and the
sonne of hell,
700Thou
slaunder of thy mothers heauy wombe,
¶Thou lothed i
ssue of thy fathers loynes,
¶Thou rag of honour, thou dete
sted, &c.
705Qu. M . I call thee not.
¶Glo. Then I crie thee mercy, for I had thought
¶That thou had
st cald me all the
se bitter names.
¶Qu M. Why
so I did, but lookt for no reply,
¶O Let me make the period to my cur
se.
710Glo. Tis done by me, and ends in Margaret.
¶Qu. Thus haue you breathed your cur
se again
st your
¶Qu. M . Poore painted Queene, vaine flouri
sh of my for-
¶Why
strewe
st thou
suger on that bottled
spider,
¶Who
se deadly web en
snareth thee about?
715Foole foole, thou whet
st a knife to kill thy
selfe,
¶The time will come that thou
shalt wi
sh for me,
¶To helpe thee cur
se that poi
senous bunchbackt toade.
¶Hast. Fal
se boading woman, end thy frantike cur
se,
¶Le
st to thy harme thou moue our patience.
720Q. M . Foule
shame vpon you, you haue all mou'd mine,
¶Ri. Were you well
seru'd you would be taught your duty.
¶Q. M . To
serue me well, you all
should doe me duty,
¶Teach me to be your Queene, and you my
subiects: