And all their ministers attend on him.
295 Glou. What doth she say, my Lord of Buckingham?
Buck. Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord.
[♦] Q. Mar. What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel?
[♦] And soothe the devil that I warn thee from?
O, but remember this another day,
300 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.