The Tragedy
686641If heauen haue any grieuous plague in
store,
687642Exceeding tho
se that I can wi
sh vpon thee:
688643O let them keepe it till thy
sinnes be ripe,
689644And then hurle downe their indignation
690645On thee the troubler of the poore worlds peace:
691646The worme of con
science
still begnaw thy
soule,
692647Thy friends
su
spe
ct for traitors while thou liue
st,
693648And take deepe traitors for thy deare
st friends:
694649No
sleepe, clo
se vp that deadly eye of thine,
695650Vnle
sse it be while
st some tormenting dreame
696651A
ffrights thee with a hell of vgly diuels.
697652Thou elui
sh markt abortiue rooting hog,
698653Thou that wa
st seald in thy natiuity
699654The
slaue of nature, and the
sonne of hell,
700655Thou
slaunder of thy mothers heauy wombe,
701656Thou lothed i
ssue of thy fathers loynes,
702657Thou rag of honour, thou dete
sted, &c.
705660Qu. M . I call thee not.
706661Glo. Then I crie thee mercy, for I had thought
707662That thou had
st cald me all the
se bitter names.
708663Qu M. Why
so I did, but lookt for no reply,
709664O Let me make the period to my cur
se.
710665Glo. Tis done by me, and ends in Margaret.
711666Qu. Thus haue you breathed your cur
se again
st your
(selfe. 712667Qu. M . Poore painted Queene, vaine
flouri
sh of my for
- (tune 713668Why
strewe
st thou
suger on that bottled
spider,
714669Who
se deadly web en
snareth thee about?
715670Foole foole, thou whet
st a knife to kill thy
selfe,
716671The time will come that thou
shalt wi
sh for me,
717672To helpe thee cur
se that poi
senous bunchbackt toade.
718673Hast. Fal
se boading woman, end thy frantike cur
se,
719674Le
st to thy harme thou moue our patience.
720675Q. M . Foule
shame vpon you, you haue all mou'd mine,
721676Ri. Were you well
seru'd you would be taught your duty.
722677Q. M . To
serue me well, you all
should doe me duty,
723678Teach me to be your Queene, and you my
subie
cts:
O