O, thou well-skilled in curses, stay awhile

Queen Elizabeth
O, thou well-skilled in curses, stay awhile,
And teach me how to curse mine enemies.
Queen Margaret
Forbear to sleep the nights, and fast the days;
Compare dead happiness with living woe;
Think that thy babes were sweeter than they were,
And he that slew them fouler than he is.
Bettering thy loss makes the bad causer worse.
Revolving this will teach thee how to curse.

Why should calamity be full of words?

Queen Elizabeth
My words are dull. O, quicken them with thine!
Queen Margaret
Thy woes will make them sharp and pierce like mine.
Margaret exits.
Duchess
Why should calamity be full of words?
Queen Elizabeth
Windy attorneys to their clients’ woes,
Airy succeeders of intestate joys,
Poor breathing orators of miseries,
Let them have scope; though what they will impart
Help nothing else, yet do they ease the heart.
Duchess
If so, then be not tongue-tied. Go with me,
And in the breath of bitter words let’s smother
My damnèd son that thy two sweet sons smothered.