Long die thy happy days before thy death;
[♦] And, after many lengthen’d hours of grief,
Die neither mother, wife, nor England’s queen!
210 Rivers and Dorset, you were standers by,
[♦] And so wast thou, Lord Hastings, when my son
Was stabb’d with bloody daggers: God, I pray him,
[♦] That none of you may live your natural age,
[♦] But by some unlook’d accident cut off!
215 Glou. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither’d hag!
[♦] Q. Mar. And leave out thee? stay, dog, for thou shalt hear me.