[♦] I can no longer hold me patient. [Advancing.
Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out
[♦] In sharing that which you have pill’d from me!
[160] Which of you trembles not that looks on me?
[♦] If not, that, I being queen, you bow like subjects,
[♦] Yet that, by you deposed, you quake like rebels?
[♦] O gentle villain, do not turn away!
Glou. Foul wrinkled witch, what makest thou in my sight?
165 Q. Mar. But repetition of what thou hast marr’d;
That will I make before I let thee go.