Page 1132 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

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; [270]
O God, that seest it, do not suffer it:
As it is won with blood, lost be it so.

BUCKINGHAM

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

MARGARET

Urge neither charity nor shame to me:
Uncharitably with me have you dealt, [275]
And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher’d.
My charity is outrage, life my shame;
And in that shame, still live my sorrows’ rage.

BUCKINGHAM

Have done, have done!

MARGARET

O princely Buckingham, I’ll kiss thy hand [280]
In sign of league and amity with thee:
Now fair befall thee and thy noble House;
Thy garments are not spotted with our blood,
Not thou within the compass of my curse.

BUCKINGHAM

Nor no-one here: for curses never pass [285]
The lips of those that breathe them in the air.

MARGARET

I will not think 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 [290]
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,