[♦] Q. Mar. I call thee not.
[235] Glou. I cry thee mercy then, for I had thought
[♦] That thou hadst call’d me all these bitter names.
[♦] Q. Mar. Why, so I did; but look’d for no reply.
O, let me make the period to my curse!
[♦] Glou. ’Tis done by me, and ends in ‘Margaret.’
[240] Q. Eliz. Thus have you breathed your curse against yourself.
Q. Mar. Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my fortune!
[♦] Why strew’st thou sugar on that bottled spider,
Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about?