Internet Shakespeare Editions

Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Adrian Kiernander
Peer Reviewed

Richard the Third (Quarto 1, 1597)


The Tragedy
If heauen haue any grieuous plague in store,
Exceeding those that I can wish 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 conscience still begnaw thy soule,
Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liuest,
And take deepe traitors for thy dearest friends:
No sleepe, close vp that deadly eye of thine,
695Vnlesse it be whilest some tormenting dreame
Affrights thee with a hell of vgly diuels.
Thou eluish markt abortiue rooting hog,
Thou that wast seald in thy natiuity
The slaue of nature, and the sonne of hell,
700Thou slaunder of thy mothers heauy wombe,
Thou lothed issue of thy fathers loynes,
Thou rag of honour, thou detested, &c.
Glo. Margaret.
Qu. M. Richard.Glo. Ha.
705Qu. M . I call thee not.
Glo. Then I crie thee mercy, for I had thought
That thou hadst cald me all these bitter names.
Qu M. Why so I did, but lookt for no reply,
O Let me make the period to my curse.
710Glo. Tis done by me, and ends in Margaret.
Qu. Thus haue you breathed your curse against your
Qu. M . Poore painted Queene, vaine flourish of my for-
Why strewest thou suger on that bottled spider,
Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about?
715Foole foole, thou whetst a knife to kill thy selfe,
The time will come that thou shalt wish for me,
To helpe thee curse that poisenous bunchbackt toade.
Hast. False boading woman, end thy frantike curse,
Lest 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:
O