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I'll have her,—but I will not keep her long.
What! I, that kill'd her husband, and his father,
To take her in her heart's extremest hate;
With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
The bleeding witness of her hatred by;
With God, her conscience, and these bars against me,
And I no friends to back my suit withal,
But the plain devil, and dissembling looks,
And yet to win her,—all the world to nothing!
Hath she forgot already that brave prince,
Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since,
Stabb'-d in my angry mood at Tewksbury?
A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,—
Fram'd in the prodigality of nature,
Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal5,—
The spacious world cannot again afford:
And will she yet abase her eyes on me,
That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince,
And made her widow to a woful bed?
On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety?
Ou me, that halt, and am mishapen thus?
My dukedom to a beggarly denier,
I do mistake my person all this while:
Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot,
Myself to be a marvellous proper man.
I'll be at charges for a looking glass;
And entertain a score or two of tailors,
To study fashions to adorn my body:
Since I am crept in favour with myself,
I will maintain it with some little cost.
But, first, I'll turn yon' fellow in his grave;
And then return lamenting to my love.—
Shine out, fair sun, 'till I have bought a glass,
That I may see my shadow as I pass. [Exit.
The Same. A Room in I he Palace.
Enter Queen Elizabeth, Lord Rivers, and Lord Grey.
/•'.';. Have patience, madam; there's no doubt, his
majesty Will soon recover his accustom'd health.
Grey. In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse: Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comfort, And cheer his grace with quick and merry words.
Q. Eti. If he were dead, what would betide of me?
Grey. No other harm, but loss of such a lord.
Q. Eliz. The loss of such a lord includes all harms.
Grey. The heavens have bless'd you with a goodly
Q. Eliz. Ah, he is young; and his minority
Rip. Is it concluded, he shall be protector?
Q. E'iz. It is determin'd, not concluded yet: But «o it must be, if the king miscarry.
Enter Buckingham and Stanley.
Grey. Here come the lords of Buckingham and Stanley.
Buck. Good time of day unto your royal grace!
Stan. God make your majesty joyful as you have been!
Q. Eliz. The countess Richmond, good my lord
To your good prayer will scarcely say—amen.
Stan. I do beseech you, either not believe
Q. Eliz. Saw you the king to-day, my lord of Stanley?
Stan. But now, the duke of Buckingham, and I, Are come from visiting his majesty.
Q. Eliz. What likelihood of his amendment, lords?
Buck. Madam, good hope; his grace speaks cheerfully.
Q. Eliz. God grant him health! Did you confer with him?
Km L. Ay, madam: he desires to make atonement Between the duke of Gloster and your brothers, And between them and my lord chamberlain; And sent to warn them to his royal presence.
Q. Eliz. Would all were well!—But that will never
oe,— I fear, our happiness is at the height.
Enter Gloster, Hastings, and Dorset.
Glu. They do me wrong, and I will not endure it:— Who are they, that complain unto the king, That I, forsooth, am stern, and love them not? By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly, That fill his ears with such dissentious rumours. Because I cannot flatter, and speak fair, Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog. Duck with French nods and apish courtesy, I must be held a rancorous enemy. Cannot a plain man live, and think no harm, But thus his simple truth must be abus'd By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks?
Grey. To whom in all this presence speaks your grace?
Glo. To thee, that hast nor honesty, nor grace. When have I injur'd thee? when done thee wrong ?— Or thee ?—or thee ?—or any of your faction? A plague upon you all! His royal grace,— Whom God preserve better than you would wish !— Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing-while, But you must trouble him with lewd complaints.
Q. Eliz. Brother of Gloster, you mistake the
The king, of his own royal disposition,
Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred,
G/o. I cannot tell;—The world is grown so bad,
Q. Efiz. Come, come, we know your meaning,
You envy my advancement, and my friends;
G/o. Meantime, God grants that we have need of
Our brother is imprison'd by your means,
Q. Eliz. By Him, that rais'd me to this careful
From that contented hap which I enjoy'd,
G/o. You may deny that you were not the cause