648603His curses then from bitternes of soule

649604Denounst, against thee, are all fallen vpon thee,

650605And God, not we, hath plagde thy bloudy deede.

651606Qu. So iust is God to right the innocent.

652607Hast. O twas the foulest deede to slaie that babe,

653608And the most mercilesse that euer was heard of.

654609Riu. Tyrants themselues wept when it was reported.

655610Dors. No man but prophecied reuenge for it.

656611Buch. Northumberland then present wept to see it.

657612Qu. M. What? were you snarling all before I came,

658613Ready to catch each other by the throat,

659614And turne you all your hatred now on me?

660615Did Yorkes dread curse preuaile so much with heauen,

661616That Henries death my louely Edwards death,

662617Their kingdomes losse, my wofull banishment,

663618Could all but answere for that peeuish brat?

664619Can curses pierce the clouds and enter heauen?

665620Why then giue way dull cloudes to my quicke curses:

666621If not, by war, by surfet die your King,

667622As ours by murder to make him a King.

668623Edward thy sonne which now is Prince of Wales,

669624For Edward my sonne which was Prince of Wales,

670625Die in his youth by like vntimely violence,

671626Thy selfe a Queene, for me that was a Queene,

672627Outliue thy glory like my wretched selfe:

673628Long maiest thou liue to waile thy childrens losse,

674629And see another as I see thee now

675630Deckt in thy rights, as thou art stald in mine:

676631Long die thy happy daies before thy death,

677632And after many lengthened houres of griefe,

678633Die neither mother, wife, nor Englands Queene:

679634Riuers and Dorset you were standers by,

680635And so wast thou Lo: Hastings when my sonne

681636Was stabd with bloudy daggers, god I pray him,

682637That none of you may liue your naturall age,

683638But by some vnlookt accident cut off.

684639Glo. Haue done thy charme thou hatefull withred hag.

685640Q M. And leaue out the stay dog for thou shalt hear me

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