Thus have you breathed your curse against yourself

Queen Elizabeth, to Queen Margaret
Thus have you breathed your curse against yourself.
Queen Margaret
Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my fortune,
Why strew’st thou sugar on that bottled spider,
Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about?
Fool, fool, thou whet’st a knife to kill thyself.
The day will come that thou shalt wish for me
To help thee curse this poisonous bunch-backed toad.

Fool, fool, thou whet’st a knife to kill thyself.
The day will come that thou shalt wish for me
To help thee curse this poisonous bunch-backed toad.

Hastings
False-boding woman, end thy frantic curse,
Lest to thy harm thou move our patience.
Queen Margaret
Foul shame upon you, you have all moved mine.
Rivers
Were you well served, you would be taught your duty.
Queen Margaret
To serve me well, you all should do me duty:
Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects.
O, serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty!
Dorset, to Rivers
Dispute not with her; she is lunatic.