Monday, August 08, 2005

Barbara's Curse

As George III is haunted by the mother of a dead soldier, whom he may have arrested soon, it is a good time to remember his mom.


    From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept
    A hellhound that doth hunt us all to death:
    That dog, that had his teeth before his eyes,
    To worry lambs and lap their gentle blood,
    That foul defacer of nature's handiwork,
    That excellent grand tyrant of the earth
    That reigns in gall├Ęd eyes of weeping souls,
    Thy womb let loose to chase us to our graves.


Adapted from Queen Margaret's Monologue in Richard III

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