_King._ Ungentle queen, to call him gentle Suffolk!   ·bcb290· No more, I say: if thou dost plead for him, Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath. Had I but said, I would have kept my word, But when I swear, it is irrevocable. If, after three days’ space, thou here be’st found   ·bcb295· On any ground that I am ruler of, The world shall not be ransom for thy life. Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with me; I have great matters to impart to thee.   [bcb299] [_Exeunt all but Queen and Suffolk._ _Queen._ Mischance and sorrow go along with you!   [bcb300] Heart’s discontent and sour affliction Be playfellows to keep you company! There’s two of you; the devil make a third!   [bcb303] And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps! _Suf._ Cease, gentle queen, these execrations   ·bcb305· And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave. _Queen._ Fie, coward woman and soft-hearted wretch!   [bcb307] Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemy?   [bcb308] _Suf._ A plague upon them! wherefore should I curse them? Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake’s groan,   ·bcb310· I would invent as bitter-searching terms,   [bcb311] As curst, as harsh and horrible to hear, Deliver’d strongly through my fixed teeth, With full as many signs of deadly hate, As lean-faced Envy in her loathsome cave:   ·bcb315· My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words; Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint; Mine hair be fix’d on end, as one distract;   [bcb318] Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban: And even now my burthen’d heart would break,   ·bcb320· Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink! Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste!   [bcb322] Their sweetest shade a grove of cypress trees! Their chiefest prospect murdering basilisks! Their softest touch as smart as lizards’ stings!   [bcb325] Their music frightful as the serpent’s hiss, And boding screech-owls make the concert full!   [bcb327] All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell--   [bcb328] _Queen._ Enough, sweet Suffolk; thou torment’st thyself; And these dread curses, like the sun ’gainst glass,   ·bcb330· Or like an overcharged gun, recoil,   [bcb331] And turn the force of them upon thyself.   [bcb332] _Suf._ You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave? Now, by the ground that I am banish’d from, Well could I curse away a winter’s night,   ·bcb335· Though standing naked on a mountain top, Where biting cold would never let grass grow, And think it but a minute spent in sport.