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RICHARD

Wert thou not banished on pain of death?

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 ow’st to me; [170]
And thou a kingdom; all of you, allegiance.
This sorrow that I have by right is yours;
And all the pleasures you usurp are mine.

RICHARD

The curse my noble father laid on thee
When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper, [175]
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 all fall’n upon thee, [180]
And God, not we, hath plagu’d thy bloody deed.

ELIZABET H

So just is God, to right the innocent.

HAST INGS

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. [185]

DORSET

No man but prophesied revenge for it.

BUCKINGHAM

Northumberland, then present, wept to see it.

MARGARET

What? Were you snarling all before I came,
Ready to catch each other by the throat,