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461[1.3]
Have patience, madam, there's no doubt his majesty
In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse.
If he were dead, what would betide of me?
No other harm but loss of such a lord.
The loss of such a lord includes all harm.
The heavens have blessed you with a goodly son
Oh, he is young, and his minority
Is it concluded he shall be Protector?
It is determined, not concluded yet,
Here come the Lords of Buckingham and Stanley.
Good time of day unto your royal grace.
God make your majesty joyful as you have been.
The Countess Richmond, good my Lord of Stanley,
I do beseech you, either not believe
Saw you the King today, my Lord of Stanley?
But now the Duke of Buckingham and I
With likelihood of his amendment, lords?
Madam, good hope, his grace speaks cheerfully.
God grant him health! Did you confer with him?
Madam, we did. He desires to make atonement
Would all were well, but that will never be.
They do me wrong and I will not endure it!
To whom in all this presence speaks your grace?
To thee that hast nor honesty nor grace!
Brother of Gloucester, you mistake the matter.
I cannot tell, the world is grown so bad
Come, come, we know your meaning brother Gloucester.
Meantime God grants that we have need of you.
By him that raised me to this careful height
You may deny that you were not the cause
She may, my lord.
She may, Lord Rivers, why, who knows not so?
What, marry, may she?
What marry may she? Marry with a king,
My Lord of Gloucester, I have too long borne
[Aside] And lessened be that small, God I beseech thee;
What? Threat you me with telling of the King?
[Aside] Out, devil, 585I remember them too well.
Ere you were Queen, 589yea, or your husband King,
Yea, and much better blood 595than his or thine.
In all which time you and your husband Grey
A murderous villain, and so still thou art.
Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick,
Which God revenge.
To fight on Edward's party for the crown,
Hie thee to hell for shame and leave the world
My Lord of Gloucester, in those busy days,
If I should be? I had rather be a pedlar!
As little joy, my lord, as you suppose
A little joy enjoys the queen thereof,
Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou in my sight?
But repetition of what thou hast marred,
The curse my noble father laid on thee
So just is God to right the innocent.
Oh, 'twas the foulest deed to slay that babe,
Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported.
No man but prophesied revenge for it.
Northumberland, then present, wept to see it.
What? Were you snarling all before I came,
Have done thy charm, thou hateful, withered hag.
And leave out thee? Stay, dog, for thou shalt hear me:
Margaret.
Richard.
1.3.236Richard
Ha?
I call thee not.
Then I cry thee mercy, for I had thought
Why so I did, but looked for no reply.
'Tis done by me, and ends in "Margaret".
Thus have you breathed your curse against yourself.
Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my fortune,
False-boding woman, end thy frantic curse,
Foul shame upon you, you have all moved mine.
Were you well served, you would be taught your duty.
To serve me well, you all should do me duty.
Dispute not with her, she is lunatic.
Peace, Master Marquess, you are malapert,
Good counsel, marry, learn it, learn it, Mar733quess.
It toucheth you, my lord, as much as me.
Yea, and much more, but I was born so high;
And turns the sun to shade, alas, alas.
Have done, for shame if not for charity.
Urge neither charity nor shame to me;
Have done.
O princely Buckingham, I will kiss thy hand
Nor no one here, for curses never pass
I'll not believe but they ascend the sky
What doth she say, my Lord of Buckingham?
Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord.
What, dost thou scorn me 770for my gentle counsel
1.3.307Exit.
My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses.
And so doth mine; I wonder she's at liberty.
I cannot blame her, by God's holy mother.
I never did her any to my knowledge.
But you have all the vantage of this wrong.
A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion
So do I ever, being well advised,
792[Speaks to himself]
Madam, his majesty doth call for you,
Catesby, we come. Lords, will you go with us?
Madam, we will attend your grace.
I do the wrong, and first began to brawl.
We are my lord, and come to have the warrant
It was well thought upon, I have it here about me.
1.3.352[Richard gives the executioner a warrant.]
Tush, fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate;
Your eyes drop millstones when fools' eyes 831drop tears.