25342275A Cocatrice hast thou hatch to thc world,

25352276Whose vnauoided eye is murtherous.

25362277Stan. Come Madam, I in all hast was sent.

25372278Duch. And I in all vnwillingnes will go,

25382279I would to God that the inclusiue verge,

25392280Of golden mettall that must round my browe,

25402281were red hotte steele to seare me to the braine,

25412282Annointed let me be with deadlie poyson,

25422283And die, ere men can say, God saue the Queene.

25432284Qu. Alas poore soule, I enuie not thy glorie,

25442285To feede my humor, wish rhy selfe no harme.

25452286Duch.glo. No, when he that is my husband now,

25462287Came to me as I followed Henries course,

25472288When scarse the bloud was well washt from his handes,

25482289Which issued from my other angel husband,

25492290And that dead saint, which then, I weeping followed,

25502291O, when I say, I lookt on Richatds face,

25512292This was my wish, be thou quoth I accurst,

25522293For making me so young, so olde a widow,

25532294And when thou wedst, let sorrow haunt thy bed,

25542295And be thy wife, if any be so madde,

25552296As miserable by the death of thee,

25562297As thou hast made me by my deare Lordes death,

25572298Loe, eare I can repeate this curse againe,

25582299Euen in so short a space, my womans hart,

25592300Grosselie grewe captiue to his honie wordes,

25602301And prou'd the subiecte of my owne soules curse,

25612302Which euer since hath kept my eyes from sleepe,

25622303For neuer yet, one houre in his bed,

25632304Haue I enioyed the golden dew of sleepe,

25642305But haue bene waked by his timerous dreames,

25652306Besides, he hates me for my father Warwicke,

25662307And will no doubt, shortlie be rid of me.

25672308Qu. Alas poore soule, I pittie thy complaints.

25682309Duch. glo. No more then from my soule I mourne for yours.

25702310Dor. Farewell, thou wofull welcomer of glorie.

25712311Duch.glo. Adew poore soule, thou takst thy leaue of it.

25732312Du.yor. Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune guide thee.