Urge neither charity nor shame to me.Uncharitably with me have you dealt,And shamefully my hopes by you are butchered.My charity is outrage, life my shame,And in that shame still live my sorrow’s rage.Buckingham
Have done, have done.
Margaret
O princely Buckingham, I’ll kiss thy handIn 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 compass of my curse.Buckingham
Nor no one here, for curses never passThe lips of those that breathe them in the air.Margaret
I will not think but they ascend the skyAnd 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.Richard
What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham?Buckingham
Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord.Margaret
What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle counselAnd soothe the devil that I warn thee from?Oh, 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.Exit.
Hastings
My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses.
Rivers
And so doth mine. I muse why she’s at liberty.
Richard
I cannot blame her, by God’s holy mother,She hath had too much wrong, and I repentMy part thereof that I have done to her.Elizabeth
I never did her any to my knowledge.
Richard
Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong.I was too hot to do somebody goodThat is too cold in thinking of it now.Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid;He is franked up to fatting for his pains.God pardon them that are the cause thereof.Rivers
A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion,To pray for them that have done scathe to us.Richard
So do I ever, being well-advised.(
Speaks to himself.) For had I cursed now, I had cursed myself.Enter Catesby.
Catesby
Madam, his majesty doth call for you,And for your grace, and you, my gracious lord.Queen Elizabeth
Catesby, I come. Lords, will you go with me?
Rivers
We wait upon your grace.
Exeunt all but Glouceter.
Richard