Act 4 - Scene 4
Before the palace.
Enter QUEEN MARGARET
So, now prosperity begins to mellow
And drop into the rotten mouth of death.
Here in these confines slily
have I lurk'd,
To watch the waning of mine adversaries.
A dire induction am I witness to,
And will to France,
hoping the consequence
Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical.
Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret: who
Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH and the DUCHESS OF YORK
Ah, my young princes! ah, my tender babes!
My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets!
If yet your gentle
souls fly in the air
And be not fix'd in doom perpetual,
Hover about me with your airy wings
And hear your
Hover about her; say, that right for right
Hath dimm'd your infant morn to aged night.
DUCHESS OF YORK
So many miseries have crazed my voice,
That my woe-wearied tongue is mute and dumb,
why art thou dead?
Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet.
Edward for Edward pays a dying debt.
Wilt thou, O God, fly from such gentle lambs,
And throw them in the entrails of the wolf?
When didst thou
sleep when such a deed was done?
When holy Harry died, and my sweet son.
DUCHESS OF YORK
Blind sight, dead life, poor mortal living ghost,
Woe's scene, world's shame, grave's due by life usurp'd,
abstract and record of tedious days,
Rest thy unrest on England's lawful earth,
Unlawfully made drunk with innocents' blood!
O, that thou wouldst as well afford a grave
As thou canst yield a melancholy seat!
Then would I hide my
bones, not rest them here.
O, who hath any cause to mourn but I?
Sitting down by her
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