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And all their ministers attend on him. Exit.

RICHARD

What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham? [295]

BUCKINGHAM

Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord.

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, [300]
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.

BUCKINGHAM

My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses.

RIVERS

And so doth mine; I muse why she’s at liberty. [305]

RICHARD

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.

ELIZABET H

I never did her any, to my knowledge.

RICHARD

Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong. [310]
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 thereof. [315]