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Glo. Take up the corse, sirs.
Gent.

Towards Chertsey, noble lord ? Glo. No, to White-Friars; there attend my coming.

[Exeunt the rest, with the Covse. Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? Was ever woman in this humour won? 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 ! Ha! 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,.valiani, wise, and, no doubt, right royal, 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? On me, that balt, and am mis-shapen thus? My dukedom to a beggarly denier, i 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.

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SCENE III. The same. À Room in the Palace. Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, LORD Rivers, and LORD

; . GREY. Riv. Have patience, madam ; there's no doubt, his Will soon recover his accustom’d health. [majesty

Grey. In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse : Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comfort, Avd cheer his grace with quick and merry words.

Q. Eliz. If he were dead, what would belide 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 son, To be your comforter, when he is gone.

Q. Eliz. Ah, he is young; and his minority . . Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloster, A man that loves not m

Riv. Is it concluded, he shall be protector?

Q. Eliz. It is determin'd, not concluded yet: . Bul so 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 of

Stanley,
To your good prayer will scarcely say—amen.
Yet, Stanley, notwithstanding she's your wife,
And loves not me, be you, good lord, assur’d,
I bate not you for her proud arrogance.

Stan. I do beseech you, either not believe
The envious slanders of her false accusers;
Or, if she be accus'd on true report,
Bear with her weakness, which, I think, proceeds
From wayward sickness, and no grounded malice.

Q. Eliz. Saw you the king to-day, my lord of Stanley?

Stan. But now, the duke of Buckingham, and I, Are come from vísiting his majesty.

Q. Eliz. What likelihood of his amendment, lords?

Buck. Madam, good hope; his grace speaks cheerfully.

shim? Q. Eliz. God grant him health! Did you confer with

Buck. 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 I fear, our happiness is at the height.

[be;Enter GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and DORSET. Glo. 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 till 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 yourgrace?

Glo. To thee, that hast nor honesty, nor grace.
When haye I enjur'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 inatter :
The king, of his own royal disposition,
And not provok'd by any suitor else;
Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred,
That in your outward action shows itself,
Against my children, brothers, and myself,
Makes him to send; that thereby he may gather
The ground of your ill-will, and so remove it.

Clo. I cannot tell ;-The world is grown so bad,

That wrens may prey where eagles dare not perch:
Since every Jack became a gentleman,
There's many a gentle person 'made a Jack. [Gloster;

Q. Eliz. Come, come, we know your meaning, brother
You envy my advancement, and my friends;
God grant, we never may have need of you!

Glo. Meantime, God grants that we have need of you: Our brother is imprison'd by your means, Myself disgrac’d, and the nobility Held in contempt; while great promotions i Are daily given, to ennoble those That scarce, some two days since, were worth a noble.

Q. Eliz. By Him, that rais'd me to this careful height From that contented hap which I enjoy'd, I never did incense his inajesty Against the duke of Clarence, but have been An earnest advocate to plead for him. My lord, you do me shameful injury, Falsely to draw me in these vile saspects.

Glo: You may deny that you were not the cause Of my lord Hastings' late imprisonment.

Riv. She may, my lord; for Glo. She may, lord Rivers?-why, who knows not so: She may do more, sir, than denying that: She may help you to many fair preferments; And then deny ber aiding hand therein, And lay those honours on your high desert. ' What may she not? She may-ay, marry, may she --'

Riv. What, marry, may she? Glo. What, marry, may she? marry with a king, A bachelor, a handsome stripling too I wis, your grandam had a worser match.

Q. Eliz. My lord of Gloster, I have too long borne Your blunt upbraidings, and your bitter scoffs : By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty, , of those gross taunts I often have endur'd. I had rather be a country servant-inaid, Than a great queen, with this condition To be so baited. scorn'd, and stormed at: Small joy have I in being England's queen ,

Enter QUEEN MARGARET, behind. Q. Mar. And lessen'd be that small, God, I beseech Thy honour, state, and seat is due to me. [thee!

Glo. Whal! threat you me with telling of the king? Tell him, and spare not: look, what I have said. I will avouch, in presence of the king: as an I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower.. "Tis time to speak, my pains are quite forgot.

Q. Mar. Out, devil! I remember thein too well : Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower, And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury.

Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or your husband king, I was a pack-horse in his great affairs; A weeder-out of his proud adversaries, A liberal rewarder of his friends ; To royalize his blood, I spilt mine own.

Q. Mar. Ay, and much better blood than his, or thine.

Glo. In all which time, you and your husband Grey, Were factious for the house of Lancaster; And, Rivers, so were you :-Was not your husband In Margaret's battle at St. Alban's slain? Let me put in your minds, if you forget, What you have been ere now, and what you are; Withal, what I have been, and what I am.

Q. Mar. A murd'rous villain, and so still thou art.

Glo. Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick; Ay, and forswore himself,—which Jesu pardon!

Q. Mar. Which God revenge!
Glo. To fight on Edward's party, for the crown;
And, for his meed, poor lord, he is mew'd up: :
I would to God, my heart were flint, like Edward's,
Or Edward's soft and pitiful, like mine ;
I am too childish-foolish for this world. iii

Q. Mar. Hie thee to hell for shame, and, leave this Thou cacodæmon! there thy kingdom is. · [world,

Riv. My lord of Gloster, in those busy days, Which here you urge, to prove us enemies, iii We follow'd then our lord, our lawful king; So should we you, if you should be our king

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