Page 1217 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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Enter Duchess of York and Queen Elizabeth.
Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret: who comes here?
ELIZABET H
Ah, my poor Princes! Ah, my tender babes,
My unblow’d flowers, new-appearing sweets! [10]
If yet your gentle souls fly in the air,
And be not fix’d in doom perpetual,
Hover about me with your airy wings,
And hear your mother’s lamentation.
MARGARET
[Aside]
Hover about her; say that right for right [15]
Hath dimm’d your infant morn to aged night.
DUCHESS
So many miseries have craz’d my voice
That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute.
Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead?
MARGARET
[Aside]
Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet: [20]
Edward, for Edward, pays a dying debt.
ELIZABET H
Wilt thou, O God, fly from such gentle lambs,
And throw them in the entrails of the wolf?
When didst Thou sleep when such a deed was done?
MARGARET
[Aside]
When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. [25]
DUCHESS
Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal living ghost;
Woe’s scene, world’s shame, grave’s due by life usurp’d;
Brief abstract and record of tedious days,
