Enter old QUEEN MARGARET
So now prosperity begins to mellow
And drop into the rotten mouth of death.
Here in these confines slyly have I lurked
To watch the waning of mine enemies.
5A 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 comes here?
She steps aside
Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH and the DUCHESS of York
Ah, my poor princes! Ah, my tender babes,
10My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets,
If yet your gentle souls fly in the air
And be not fixed in doom perpetual,
Hover about me with your airy wings
And hear your mother’s lamentation.
15Hover about her; say that right for right
Hath dimmed your infant morn to agèd night.
So many miseries have crazed my voice
That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute.
Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead?
(aside) Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet;
Edward for Edward pays a dying debt.