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none of it. [[underline]] Honor [[/underline]] is a mere scutcheon; & so ends my chatechism. --- Richard the 3d Q. Mar Did Yorks dread curse prevail so much with heaven That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death Their kindom's loss, my woeful banishment Could all but answer for that peevish brat? Can curses peirce the clouds & enter heaven? Why, then give way, dull clouds to my quick curses! Glo Have done thy charm thou hateful wither'd hag Q. M. And leave out thee? stay dog, for thou shalt hear me If heaven have any greivous plague in store Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee O let them keep it, till thy sins be ripe, And then hurl down their indignation On thee thou troubler of the world's peace! May the worm of conscience still know thy soul. Thy freinds suspect for traitors while thou liv'st And take deep traitors for thy dearest freinds. No sleep close up that deadly Eye of thine,
