QUEEN MARGARET.
[Aside.] A murd’rous villain, and so still thou art.
RICHARD.
Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick,
Ay, and forswore himself—which Jesu pardon!—
QUEEN MARGARET.
[Aside.] Which God revenge!
RICHARD.
To fight on Edward’s party for the crown;
And for his meed, poor lord, he is mewed up.
I would to God my heart were flint, like Edward’s,
Or Edward’s soft and pitiful, like mine.
I am too childish-foolish for this world.
QUEEN MARGARET.
[Aside.] Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave this world,
Thou cacodemon! There thy kingdom is.
RIVERS.
My lord of Gloucester, in those busy days
Which here you urge to prove us enemies,
We followed then our lord, our sovereign king.
So should we you, if you should be our king.
RICHARD.
If I should be! I had rather be a pedler.
Far be it from my heart, the thought thereof.
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
As little joy, my lord, as you suppose
You should enjoy, were you this country’s king,
As little joy you may suppose in me
That I enjoy, being the Queen thereof.
QUEEN MARGARET.
[Aside.] As little joy enjoys the Queen thereof,
For I am she, and altogether joyless.
I can no longer hold me patient.
[Coming forward.]