Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me:
275 Uncharitably with me have you dealt,
[♦] And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher’d.
My charity is outrage, life my shame;
[♦] And in that shame still live my sorrow’s rage!
[♦] Buck. Have done, have done.
[280] Q. Mar. O princely Buckingham, I’ll kiss thy hand,
In sign of league and amity with thee:
[♦] Now fair befal thee and thy noble house!
Thy garments are not spotted with our blood,