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1 Hear me, ye wrangling pirates, that fall out In sharing that which you have pillid from me ; Which of you trembles not that looks on me? If not that I being Queen, you bow like subjects; Yer that by you depos'd, you quake like rebels ? * Ah, gentle villain, do not turn away! Glo. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou in my

sight? Q. Mar. But repetition of what thou haft marr’d, That will I make, before I let thee go. A husband and a son thou ow'st to me; TTo Glo. And thou, a kingdom; (To the Queen.] all of you

allegiance ; The sorrow that I have, by Right is yours ; And all the pleasures, you usurp, are mine.

Glo. 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, gav'st the Duke a clout,
Steep'd in the faultless blood of

pretty Rutland
His curses, then from bitterness of soul
Denounc'd against thee, are now fall’n upon thee,
And God, not we, has plagu'd thy bloody deed.

3 Queen. So just is God, to right the innocent.

Hasł. O, 'cwas the fouleft deed to Nay chat babe, And the most merciless, that e'er was heard of.

1 Hear me, ye wrangling pi- tender or courteous, but bigb-bors.

rates, &c.} This scene of An opposition is meant between Margaret's imprecations is fine that and villain, which means at and artful. She prepares the au once a wicked and a low-born dience, like another Cafandra, wretch. So before, for the following tragic revolu Since ev'ry Jack is made a gens tions.

WARBURTON. tleman, ? Ah, genile villain,–] We There's mary a gentle perfom should read, UXGENTLe villain. made a fack.

WARBURTON. 3 2. Mar. So just is God, &c.] The meaning of gentle is not, This line should be given to Ed. as the commentator imagines, ward IV th's Queen.



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Riv. Tyrants themselves wept when it was re

Dors. No man but prophefy'd revenge for it.
Buck. Northumberland, then present, wept to see it.
Q. Mar. What! were you snarling all before I

Ready to catch each other by the throat,
And turn you all your hatred now on me?
Did York's dread curfe prevail so much with heav'n,
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 heav'n?
Why, then give way, dull clouds, to my quick curses !
If not by wat, * by surfeit die your King,
As ours by murder, to make him a King!
Edward thy son, that now is Prince of Wales,
For Edward our fon, that was Prince of Wales,
Die in his youth by like untimely violence !
Thyself a Queen, for me that was a Queen,
Out-live thy glory, like my wretched self;
Long may'st 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 length’ned 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 fome unlook'd accident cut off! [hag.

Glo. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'd
Q. Mar. And leave out thee? ftay, dog, for thou

shalt hear me,
If heay'ns have any grievous plague in store,
By surfeit die pour King.] Alluding to his luxurious life.


Exceeding those that I can with upon thee, O, let them keep it till thy sins be ripe, And then hurl down their indignation On thee, thou troubler of the poor world's peace! The worm of conscience still be gnaw thy soul ! Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'it, And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends : No Neep close up that deadly eye of thine, Unless it be while some tormenting dream Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils ! Thou elvilh-markt abortive, s rooting hog Thou that waft seal'd in thy nativity 6 The slave of nature, and the son of hell! Thou Nander of thy mother's womb! Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins! ? Thou rag of honour, thou detested

rooting hog!] The But as the speaker rises in her expreflion is fine, alluding in resentment, the exprefies this memory of her young fon) to contemptuous thought much the ravage which hogs make, more openly, and condemns him with the finest flowers, in


to a still worse state of slavery: dens; and intimating that Eli Sin, Deaib, and Hell, bave fet zabeth was to expect no other their marks ufon bim. treatment for her sons. WARB. Only, in the first line, her men

She calls him hog as an appel- tion of his moral coudition in. lation more contemptuous than finuates her reflections on his debear, as he is elsewhere termed formity : and, in the latt, her from his ensigns armorial. There mention of his deformity infiis no such heap of allusion as nuates her reflections on his the commentator imagines.

moral condition : 'And thus he 6 Tbeflave of hature, -] The has taught her to scold in all the expression is itrong and noble, elegance of figure. and alludes to the antient cul 7 Thou RAG of honour, &c.] tom of masters' branding, their We Ahould certainly read, profigate flaves: by which it is Thou WRACK of honour insinuated that his mis-shapen i.e. the ruin and destruction of person was the mark that nature honour; which I fuppose was had set upon him to ftigmatize first writ rack, and then further his ill conditions. Shakespeare corrupted to rag. WARB. expresses the same thought in Rag is, in my opinion, right, I be Comedy of Errors.

and intimates that much of his .He is deformed, crooked, &c.

honour is torn away. Stigmatical in making



Glo. Margaret.
Q. Mar. Ricbard.
Glo. Ha?
Q. Mar. I call thee not.
Glo. I cry thee mercy then ! for, I did think,
That thou had'st call'd me all these bitter names.

Q. Mar. Why so I did ; but look’d for no reply:
Oh, let me make the period to my curse.

Glo. 'Tis done by me, and ends in Margaret.
Queen. Thus have you breath'd your curse against

Q. Mar. 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 whee'st a knife to kill thyself: The day will come, that thou shalt wish for ne To help thee curse this pois’nous bunch-back'd toad.

Haft. False-boding woman, end thy frantic curse ; Left to thy harm thou move our patience. Q. Mar. Foul shame upon you! you have all mov'd

mine. Riv. Were you well serv’d, you would be taught

your duty. Q. Mar. 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. Dorf. Dispute not with her, she is lunatick.

Q. Mar. Peace, master Marquis, 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 !

& Bottled spider.) A spider is fender and a belly protuberant. called bottled, because, like o. Richard's form and venom maka ther infcits, he has a middle her liken him to a spider.


They that stand high, have many blasts to shake


And, if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.
Glo. Good counsel, marry, learn it, learn it, Mar-

Dors. It touches you, my Lord, as much as me.

Glo, Ay, and much more ; but I was born so high, Our Airy buildeth in the cedar's top, And dallies with the wind, and scorns the fun.

Q. Mar. And turns the sun to shade ;-alas! alas! Witness my son, now in the shade of death ; Whofe bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternal darkness folded

up. Your Airy buildeth in our Airy's nest; O God, that seest it, do not suffer it : As it was won with blood, so be it loft !

Buck. Peace, peace for shame, if not for charity.

Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me ;
Uncharitably with me have you dealt,
And shamefully my hopes, by you, are butcher'd.
My charity is outrage, life my shame,
And in my shame still live my forrows rage!

Buck. Have done, have done.

Q. Mar. O Princely Buckingham, I'll kiss thy hand, In sign of league and amity with thee : Now fair befall thee, and thy noble House ! Thy garments are not spotted with our blood; Nor thou within the compats of my curse.

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

Q. Mar. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky, And there awake God's gentle sleeping peace. O Buckingham, beware 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 upon

him; And all their minifters attend on him.

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