RIVERS
Have patience, madam: there’s no doubt his majesty
Will soon recover his accustom’d health.

    GREY
In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse:
Therefore, for God’s sake, entertain good comfort,
And cheer his grace with quick and merry words.

    QUEEN ELIZABETH
If he were dead, what would betide of me?

    RIVERS
No other harm but loss of such a lord.

    QUEEN ELIZABETH
The loss of such a lord includes all harm.

    GREY
The heavens have bless’d you with a goodly son,
To be your comforter when he is gone.

    QUEEN ELIZABETH
Oh, he is young and his minority
Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloucester,
A man that loves not me, nor none of you.

    RIVERS
Is it concluded that he shall be protector?

    QUEEN ELIZABETH
It is determined, not concluded yet:
But so it must be, if the king miscarry.

    GREY
Here come the lords of Buckingham and Derby.

    BUCKINGHAM
Good time of day unto your royal grace!

    DERBY
God make your majesty joyful as you have been!

    QUEEN ELIZABETH
The Countess Richmond, good my Lord of Derby.
To your good prayers will scarcely say amen.
Yet, Derby, notwithstanding she’s your wife,
And loves not me, be you, good lord, assured
I hate not you for her proud arrogance.

    DERBY
I do beseech you, either not believe
The envious slanders of her false accusers;
Or, if she be accused in true report,
Bear with her weakness, which, I think proceeds
From wayward sickness, and no grounded malice.

    RIVERS
Saw you the king to-day, my Lord of Derby?

    DERBY
But now the Duke of Buckingham and I
Are come from visiting his majesty.

    QUEEN ELIZABETH
What likelihood of his amendment, lords?

    BUCKINGHAM
Madam, good hope; his grace speaks cheerfully.

    QUEEN ELIZABETH
God grant him health! Did you confer with him?

    BUCKINGHAM
Madam, we did: he desires to make atonement
Betwixt the Duke of Gloucester and your brothers,
And betwixt them and my lord chamberlain;
And sent to warn them to his royal presence.

    QUEEN ELIZABETH
Would all were well! but that will never be
I fear our happiness is at the highest.

    GLOUCESTER
They do me wrong, and I will not endure it:
Who are they that complain unto the king,
That I, forsooth, am stern, and love them not?
By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly
That fill his ears with such dissentious rumours.
Because I cannot flatter and speak fair,
Smile in men’s faces, smooth, deceive and cog,
Duck with French nods and apish courtesy,
I must be held a rancorous enemy.
Cannot a plain man live and think no harm,
But thus his simple truth must be abused
By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks?

    RIVERS
To whom in all this presence speaks your grace?

    GLOUCESTER
To thee, that hast nor honesty nor grace.
When have I injured thee? when done thee wrong?
Or thee? or thee? or any of your faction?
A plague upon you all! His royal person,—
Whom God preserve better than you would wish!—
Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing-while,
But you must trouble him with lewd complaints.

    QUEEN ELIZABETH
Brother of Gloucester, you mistake the matter.
The king, of his own royal disposition,
And not provoked by any suitor else;
Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred,
Which in your outward actions shows itself
Against my kindred, brothers, and myself,
Makes him to send; that thereby he may gather
The ground of your ill-will, and so remove it.

    GLOUCESTER
I cannot tell: the world is grown so bad,
That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch:
Since every Jack became a gentleman
There’s many a gentle person made a Jack.

    QUEEN ELIZABETH
Come, come, we know your meaning, brother Gloucester;
You envy my advancement and my friends’:
God grant we never may have need of you!

    GLOUCESTER
Meantime, God grants that we have need of you:
Your brother is imprison’d by your means,
Myself disgraced, and the nobility
Held in contempt; whilst many fair promotions
Are daily given to ennoble those
That scarce, some two days since, were worth a noble.

    QUEEN ELIZABETH
By Him that raised me to this careful height
From that contented hap which I enjoy’d,
I never did incense his majesty
Against the Duke of Clarence, but have been
An earnest advocate to plead for him.
My lord, you do me shameful injury,
Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects.

    GLOUCESTER
You may deny that you were not the cause
Of my Lord Hastings’ late imprisonment.

    RIVERS
She may, my lord, for—

    GLOUCESTER
She may, Lord Rivers! why, who knows not so?
She may do more, sir, than denying that:
She may help you to many fair preferments,
And then deny her aiding hand therein,
And lay those honours on your high deserts.
What may she not? She may, yea, marry, may she—

    RIVERS
What, marry, may she?

    GLOUCESTER
What, marry, may she! marry with a king,
A bachelor, a handsome stripling too:
I wis your grandam had a worser match.

    QUEEN ELIZABETH
My Lord of Gloucester, I have too long borne
Your blunt upbraidings and your bitter scoffs:
By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty
With those gross taunts I often have endured.
I had rather be a country servant-maid
Than a great queen, with this condition,
To be thus taunted, scorn’d, and baited at:

    QUEEN MARGARET
And lessen’d be that small, God, I beseech thee!
Thy honour, state and seat is due to me.

    GLOUCESTER
What! threat you me with telling of the king?
Tell him, and spare not: look, what I have said
I will avouch in presence of the king:
I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower.
’Tis time to speak; my pains are quite forgot.

    QUEEN MARGARET
Out, devil! I remember them too well:
Thou slewest my husband Henry in the Tower,
And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury.

    GLOUCESTER
Ere you were queen, yea, or your husband king,
I was a pack-horse in his great affairs;
A weeder-out of his proud adversaries,
A liberal rewarder of his friends:
To royalize his blood I spilt mine own.

    QUEEN MARGARET
Yea, and much better blood than his or thine.

    GLOUCESTER
In all which time you and your husband Grey
Were factious for the house of Lancaster;
And, Rivers, so were you. Was not your husband
In Margaret’s battle at Saint Alban’s slain?
Let me put in your minds, if you forget,
What you have been ere now, and what you are;
Withal, what I have been, and what I am.

    QUEEN MARGARET
A murderous villain, and so still thou art.

    GLOUCESTER
Poor Clarence did forsake his father, Warwick;
Yea, and forswore himself,—which Jesu pardon!—

    QUEEN MARGARET
Which God revenge!

    GLOUCESTER
To fight on Edward’s party for the crown;
And for his meed, poor lord, he is mew’d up.
I would to God my heart were flint, like Edward’s;
Or Edward’s soft and pitiful, like mine
I am too childish-foolish for this world.

    QUEEN MARGARET
Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave the world,
Thou cacodemon! there thy kingdom is.

    RIVERS
My Lord of Gloucester, in those busy days
Which here you urge to prove us enemies,
We follow’d then our lord, our lawful king:
So should we you, if you should be our king.

    GLOUCESTER
If I should be! I had rather be a pedlar:
Far be it from my heart, the thought of it!

    QUEEN ELIZABETH
As little joy, my lord, as you suppose
You should enjoy, were you this country’s king,
As little joy may you suppose in me.
That I enjoy, being the queen thereof.

    QUEEN MARGARET
A little joy enjoys the queen thereof;
For I am she, and altogether joyless.
I can no longer hold me patient.

    GLOUCESTER
Foul wrinkled witch, what makest thou in my sight?

    QUEEN MARGARET
But repetition of what thou hast marr’d;
That will I make before I let thee go.

    GLOUCESTER
Wert thou not banished on pain of death?

    QUEEN MARGARET
I was; but I do find more pain in banishment
Than death can yield me here by my abode.
A husband and a son thou owest to me;
And thou a kingdom; all of you allegiance:
The sorrow that I have, by right is yours,
And all the pleasures you usurp are mine.

    GLOUCESTER
The curse my noble father laid on thee,
When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper
And with thy scorns drew’st rivers from his eyes,
And then, to dry them, gavest the duke a clout
Steep’d in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland—
His curses, then from bitterness of soul
Denounced against thee, are all fall’n upon thee;
And God, not we, hath plagued thy bloody deed.

    QUEEN ELIZABETH
So just is God, to right the innocent.

    HASTINGS
O, ’twas the foulest deed to slay that babe,
And the most merciless that e’er was heard of!

    RIVERS
Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported.

    DORSET
No man but prophesied revenge for it.

    BUCKINGHAM
Northumberland, then present, wept to see it.

    QUEEN MARGARET
What were you snarling all before I came,
Ready to catch each other by the throat,
And turn you all your hatred now on me?
Did York’s dread curse prevail so much with heaven?
That Henry’s death, my lovely Edward’s death,
Their kingdom’s loss, my woful banishment,
Could all but answer for that peevish brat?
Can curses pierce the clouds and enter heaven?
Why, then, give way, dull clouds, to my quick curses!
If not by war, by surfeit die your king,
As ours by murder, to make him a king!
Edward thy son, which now is Prince of Wales,
For Edward my son, which was Prince of Wales,
Die in his youth by like untimely violence!
Thyself a queen, for me that was a queen,
Outlive thy glory, like my wretched self!
Long mayst thou live to wail thy children’s loss;
And see another, as I see thee now,
Deck’d in thy rights, as thou art stall’d in mine!
Long die thy happy days before thy death;
And, after many lengthen’d hours of grief,
Die neither mother, wife, nor England’s queen!
Rivers and Dorset, you were standers by,
And so wast thou, Lord Hastings, when my son
Was stabb’d with bloody daggers: God, I pray him,
That none of you may live your natural age,
But by some unlook’d accident cut off!

    GLOUCESTER
Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither’d hag!

    QUEEN MARGARET
And leave out thee? stay, dog, for thou shalt hear me.
If heaven have any grievous plague in store
Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee,
O, let them keep it till thy sins be ripe,
And then hurl down their indignation
On thee, the troubler of the poor world’s peace!
The worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul!
Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou livest,
And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends!
No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine,
Unless it be whilst some tormenting dream
Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils!
Thou elvish-mark’d, abortive, rooting hog!
Thou that wast seal’d in thy nativity
The slave of nature and the son of hell!
Thou slander of thy mother’s heavy womb!
Thou loathed issue of thy father’s loins!
Thou rag of honour! thou detested—

    GLOUCESTER
Margaret.

    QUEEN MARGARET
                    Richard!

    GLOUCESTER
                                Ha!

    QUEEN MARGARET
                                       I call thee not.

    GLOUCESTER
I cry thee mercy then, for I had thought
That thou hadst call’d me all these bitter names.

    QUEEN MARGARET
Why, so I did; but look’d for no reply.
O, let me make the period to my curse!

    GLOUCESTER
’Tis done by me, and ends in ‘Margaret.’

    QUEEN ELIZABETH
Thus have you breathed your curse against yourself.

    QUEEN MARGARET
Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my fortune!
Why strew’st thou sugar on that bottled spider,
Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about?
Fool, fool! thou whet’st a knife to kill thyself.
The time will come when thou shalt wish for me
To help thee curse that poisonous bunchback’d toad.

    HASTINGS
False-boding woman, end thy frantic curse,
Lest to thy harm thou move our patience.

    QUEEN MARGARET
Foul shame upon you! you have all moved mine.

    RIVERS
Were you well served, you would be taught your duty.

    QUEEN MARGARET
To serve me well, you all should do me duty,
Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects:
O, serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty!

    DORSET
Dispute not with her; she is lunatic.

    QUEEN MARGARET
Peace, master marquess, you are malapert:
Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current.
O, that your young nobility could judge
What ’twere to lose it, and be miserable!
They that stand high have many blasts to shake them;
And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.

    GLOUCESTER
Good counsel, marry: learn it, learn it, marquess.

    DORSET
It toucheth you, my lord, as much as me.

    GLOUCESTER
Yea, and much more: but I was born so high,
Our aery buildeth in the cedar’s top,
And dallies with the wind and scorns the sun.

    QUEEN MARGARET
And turns the sun to shade; alas! alas!
Witness my son, now in the shade of death;
Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath
Hath in eternal darkness folded up.
Your aery buildeth in our aery’s nest.
O God, that seest it, do not suffer it!
As it was won with blood, lost be it so!

    BUCKINGHAM
Have done! for shame, if not for charity.

    QUEEN MARGARET
Urge neither charity nor shame to me:
Uncharitably with me have you dealt,
And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher’d.
My charity is outrage, life my shame
And in that shame still live my sorrow’s rage.

    BUCKINGHAM
Have done, have done.

    QUEEN MARGARET
O princely Buckingham I’ll kiss thy hand,
In sign of league and amity with thee:
Now fair befal thee and thy noble house!
Thy garments are not spotted with our blood,
Nor thou within the compass of my curse.

    BUCKINGHAM
Nor no one here; for curses never pass
The lips of those that breathe them in the air.

    QUEEN MARGARET
I’ll not believe but they ascend the sky,
And there awake God’s gentle-sleeping peace.
O Buckingham, take heed of yonder dog!
Look, when he fawns, he bites; and when he bites,
His venom tooth will rankle to the death:
Have not to do with him, beware of him;
Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him,
And all their ministers attend on him.

    GLOUCESTER
What doth she say, my Lord of Buckingham?

    BUCKINGHAM
Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord.

    QUEEN MARGARET
What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel?
And soothe the devil that I warn thee from?
O, but remember this another day,
When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow,
And say poor Margaret was a prophetess!
Live each of you the subjects to his hate,
And he to yours, and all of you to God’s!

    HASTINGS
My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses.

    RIVERS
And so doth mine: I muse why she’s at liberty.

    GLOUCESTER
I cannot blame her: by God’s holy mother,
She hath had too much wrong; and I repent
My part thereof that I have done to her.

    QUEEN ELIZABETH
I never did her any, to my knowledge.

    GLOUCESTER
But you have all the vantage of her wrong.
I was too hot to do somebody good,
That is too cold in thinking of it now.
Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid,
He is frank’d up to fatting for his pains
God pardon them that are the cause of it!

    RIVERS
A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion,
To pray for them that have done scathe to us.

    GLOUCESTER
So do I ever:    [Aside]    being well-advised.
For had I cursed now, I had cursed myself.

    CATESBY
Madam, his majesty doth call for you,
And for your grace; and you, my noble lords.

    QUEEN ELIZABETH
Catesby, we come. Lords, will you go with us?

    RIVERS
Madam, we will attend your grace.

    GLOUCESTER
I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl.
The secret mischiefs that I set abroach
I lay unto the grievous charge of others.
Clarence, whom I, indeed, have laid in darkness,
I do beweep to many simple gulls
Namely, to Hastings, Derby, Buckingham;
And say it is the queen and her allies
That stir the king against the duke my brother.
Now, they believe it; and withal whet me
To be revenged on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey:
But then I sigh; and, with a piece of scripture,
Tell them that God bids us do good for evil:
And thus I clothe my naked villany
With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.

But, soft! here come my executioners.
How now, my hardy, stout resolved mates!
Are you now going to dispatch this deed?

    FIRST MURDERER
We are, my lord; and come to have the warrant
That we may be admitted where he is.

    GLOUCESTER
Well thought upon; I have it here about me.

    FIRST MURDERER
Tush!
Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate;
Talkers are no good doers: be assured
We come to use our hands and not our tongues.

    GLOUCESTER
Your eyes drop millstones, when fools’ eyes drop tears:
I like you, lads; about your business straight;
Go, go, dispatch.

    FIRST MURDERER
                                We will, my noble lord.