2828Prayes on the issue of his Mothers body,

2829And makes her Pue-fellow with others mone.

2830Dut. Oh Harries wife, triumph not in my woes:

2831God witnesse with me, I haue wept for thine.

2832Mar. Beare with me: I am hungry for reuenge,

2833And now I cloy me with beholding it.

2834Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward,

2835The other Edward dead, to quit my Edward:

2836Yong Yorke, he is but boote, because both they

2837Matcht not the high perfection of my losse.

2838Thy Clarence he is dead, that stab'd my Edward,

2839And the beholders of this franticke play,

2840Th'adulterate Hastings, Riuers, Vaughan, Gray,

2841Vntimely smother'd in their dusky Graues.

2842Richard yet liues, Hels blacke Intelligencer,

2843Onely reseru'd their Factor, to buy soules,

2844And send them thither: But at hand, at hand

2845Insues his pittious and vnpittied end.

2846Earth gapes, Hell burnes, Fiends roare, Saints pray,

2847To haue him sodainly conuey'd from hence:

2848Cancell his bond of life, deere God I pray,

2849That I may liue and say, The Dogge is dead.

2850Qu. O thou did'st prophesie, the time would come,

2851That I should wish for thee to helpe me curse

2852That bottel'd Spider, that foule bunch-back'd Toad.

2853Mar. I call'd thee then, vaine flourish of my fortune:

2854I call'd thee then, poore Shadow, painted Queen,

2855The presentation of but what I was;

2856The flattering Index of a direfull Pageant;

2857One heau'd a high, to be hurl'd downe below:

2858A Mother onely mockt with two faire Babes;

2859A dreame of what thou wast, a garish Flagge

2860To be the ayme of euery dangerous Shot;

2861A signe of Dignity, a Breath, a Bubble;

2862A Queene in ieast, onely to fill the Scene.

2863Where is thy Husband now? Where be thy Brothers?

2864Where be thy two Sonnes? Wherein dost thou Ioy?

2865Who sues, and kneeles, and sayes, God saue the Queene?

2866Where be the bending Peeres that flattered thee?

2867Where be the thronging Troopes that followed thee?

2868Decline all this, and see what now thou art.

2869For happy Wife, a most distressed Widdow:

2870For ioyfull Mother, one that wailes the name:

2871For one being sued too, one that humbly sues:

2872For Queene, a very Caytiffe, crown'd with care:

2873For she that scorn'd at me, now scorn'd of me:

2874For she being feared of all, now fearing one:

2875For she commanding all, obey'd of none.

2876Thus hath the course of Iustice whirl'd about,

2877And left thee but a very prey to time,

2878Hauing no more but Thought of what thou wast.

2879To torture thee the more, being what thou art,

2880Thou didst vsurpe my place, and dost thou not

2881Vsurpe the iust proportion of my Sorrow?

2882Now thy proud Necke, beares halfe my burthen'd yoke,

2883From which, euen heere I slip my wearied head,

2884And leaue the burthen of it all, on thee.

2885Farwell Yorkes wife, and Queene of sad mischance,

2886These English woes, shall make me smile in France.

2887Qu. O thou well skill'd in Curses, stay a-while,

2888And teach me how to curse mine enemies.

2889Mar. Forbeare to sleepe the night, and fast the day:

2890Compare dead happinesse, with liuing woe:

2891Thinke that thy Babes were sweeter then they were,

2892And he that slew them fowler then he is:

2893Bett'ring thy losse, makes the bad causer worse,

2894Reuoluing this, will teach thee how to Curse.

2895Qu. My words are dull, O quicken them with thine.

2896Mar. Thy woes will make them sharpe,

2897And pierce like mine. Exit Margaret.

2898Dut. Why should calamity be full of words?

2899Qu. Windy Atturnies to their Clients Woes,

2900Ayery succeeders of intestine ioyes,

2901Poore breathing Orators of miseries,

2902Let them haue scope, though what they will impart,

2903Helpe nothing els, yet do they ease the hart.

2904Dut. If so then, be not Tongue-ty'd: go with me,

2905And in the breath of bitter words, let's smother

2906My damned Son, that thy two sweet Sonnes smother'd.

2907The Trumpet sounds, be copious in exclaimes.

2909Rich. Who intercepts me in my Expedition?

2910Dut. O she, that might haue intercepted thee

2911By strangling thee in her aceursed wombe,

2912From all the slaughters (Wretch) that thou hast done.

2913Qu. Hid'st thou that Forhead with a Golden Crowne

2914Where't should be branded, if that right were right?

2915The slaughter of the Prince that ow'd that Crowne,

2916And the dyre death of my poore Sonnes, and Brothers.

2917Tell me thou Villaine-slaue, where are my Children?

2918Dut. Thou Toad, thou Toade,

2919Where is thy Brother Clarence?

2920And little Ned Plantagenet his Sonne?

2921Qu. Where is the gentle Riuers, Vaughan, Gray?

2922Dut. Where is kinde Hastings?

2923Rich. A flourish Trumpets, strike Alarum Drummes:

2924Let not the Heauens heare these Tell-tale women

2925Raile on the Lords Annointed. Strike I say.

2927Either be patient, and intreat me fayre,

2928Or with the clamorous report of Warre,

2929Thus will I drowne your exclamations.

2930Dut. Art thou my Sonne?

2931Rich. I, I thanke God, my Father, and your selfe.

2932Dut. Then patiently heare my impatience.

2933Rich. Madam, I haue a touch of your condition,

2934That cannot brooke the accent of reproofe.

2935Dut. O let me speake.

2936Rich. Do then, but Ile not heare.

2937Dut: I will be milde, and gentle in my words.

2938Rich. And breefe (good Mother) for I am in hast.

2939Dut. Art thou so hasty? I haue staid for thee

2940(God knowes) in torment and in agony.

2941Rich. And came I not at last to comfort you?

2942Dut. No by the holy Rood, thou know'st it well,

2943Thou cam'st on earth, to make the earth my Hell.

2944A greeuous burthen was thy Birth to me,

2945Tetchy and wayward was thy Infancie.

2946Thy School-daies frightfull, desp'rate, wilde, and furious,

2947Thy prime of Manhood, daring, bold, and venturous:

2948Thy Age confirm'd, proud, subtle, slye, and bloody,

2949More milde, but yet more harmfull; Kinde in hatred:

2950What comfortable houre canst thou name,

2951That euer grac'd me with thy company?

2952Rich. Faith none, but Humfrey Hower,

2953That call'd your Grace

2954To Breakefast once, forth of my company.

2955If I be so disgracious in your eye,

2956Let me march on, and not offend you Madam.

2957Strike vp the Drumme.

2958Dut. I prythee heare me speake.