BUCKINGHAM.
Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord.
QUEEN 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,
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!
[Exit.]
BUCKINGHAM.
My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses.
RIVERS.
And so doth mine. I muse why she’s at liberty.
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.
QUEEN ELIZABETH.
I never did her any, to my knowledge.
RICHARD.
Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong.
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 franked up to fatting for his pains.
God pardon them that are the cause thereof.
RIVERS.
A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion,
To pray for them that have done scathe to us.
RICHARD.
So do I ever—(Speaks to himself) being well advised;
For had I cursed now, I had cursed myself.