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Appears, Act II. sc. I.

Appears, Act I. sc. 3. Act II. sc.); sc. 2. Act II, s. 2; 9.4

Act IV. sc. 1; sc. 2; se. #; sc. 5. Act V. sc. 8; .. EDWARD PRINCE OF WALES, afterwards King Edward V, son to the King.

LORD LOVEL. áppears, Act III. sc. 1.

Appears, Act II. se. 4; se. 5.

RICHARD, Duke of York, son to the King.

Appears, Act III. sc. 3.
Appears, Act II. sc. 4. Act III. sc. 1.

GEORGE, Duke of Clarence, brother to the King.

Appears, Act II. sc. 2. Act III. sc. 3; sc. 4 ; sc. 5. Act IV Appears, Act I. sc. I; sc. 4.

SC. 3: sc. 4. Act V. sc. 3.
RICHARD, Duke of Gloster, afterwards King

Richard III., brother to the King.

Appears, Act I. sc. 3. Act Jil. sc. 2; sc. 5; sc. 7. Act IV. Patrs, Act I. sc. I; s. 2; sc. 3.

Act V. sc. 3 ; sc. 4.
Act I. sc. I; sc. 2. Act III.

BC. 2 ; sc. 4. * 1; $. 4; s. 5; sc. 7. Act IV. sc. 2; sc.3; s. 4. Act V.

S; se. 4.

Appears, Act IV. sc. 2; sc. 3.
A young Son of Clarence.

Appeurs, Act II. sc. 2.

Appears, Act V. sc. 2.
Henry, Earl of Richmond, afterwards King

Henry VII.

Appears, Act V. sc. 2.
Appears, Act V. sc. 2; se. 3; sc. 4.

Sir Robert BRAKENBURY, Lieutenant of the Tower

Appears, Act I. sc. I ; sc. 4. Act IV. sc. 1.
CARDINAL BOUCHIER, Archbishop of Canterbury.

Christopher Urswick, a Priest.
Appears, Act III. sc. 1.

Appears, Act IV. sc. 5.
Thomas ROTUER AM, Archbishop of York.

A Priest.
Appears, Act II. sc. 4.

Appears, Act 111. sc. 2.
John Morton, Bishop of Ely.

Lord Mayor of London.
Appears, Act III. sc. 4.

Appears, Act III. sc. 3; *c. 7.

Sheriff of Wiltshire. poti, Act I. sc. 3. Act II. sc. I; sc. 2. Act III. sc. 1; sc. 2;

Appears, Act V. sc. 1.
S. 4; sc. 5; se. 7. Act IV. sc. 2. Act V. sc. 1.

ELIZABETH, Queen of King Edward IV.

Appears, Act I. sc. 3. Act II. sc. 1; so. 2; sc. 4. Ac: IV.

sc. 1 ; se. 4. Appears, Act V. sc. 3; sc. 4. EARL OF SURREY, son to the Duke of Norfolk.

MARGARET, widow of King Henry VI.

Appears, Act I. sc. 3. Act IV. sc. 4.
Appears, Act V. sc. 3.

Duchess Op York, mother to King Edward IV., Earl Rivers, brother to King Edward's Queen.

Ciarence, and Gloster. Appears, Act I. sc. 3. Act Il. sc. l; sc. 2. Act 111. sc. 3.

Appears, Act II. sc. 2; sc. 4. Act IV. sc. 1; sc. 4. MARQUIS OF Dorset, son to King Edward's Queen. Lady Anne, widow of Edward Prince of Wales, son Appears, Act I, s. 3. Act 11. sc. 1; c. 2. Act IV. sc. I. to King Henry VI., afterwards married to the Duke LORD GREY, son to King Edward's Queen.

of Gloster. Appears, Act 1. sc. 3. Act II, sc. 1. Act III. sc. 3.

Appears, Act I. sc. 2. Act IV. sc. I.

A young Daughter of Clarence.
Appears, Act V. sc. 2; sc. 3.

Appears, Act II. sc. 2. Act IV. sc. I.

Lords, and other Attendants ; tro Gentlemen, a Pur. Appears, Act I. se. 1; sc. 3. Act II. sc. l; sc. 2. Act III,

suivant, Scrivener, Citizens, Murderers, Messengers, se. I; sc. 2; sc. 4.

Ghosts, Soldiers, gc.

ACT 1.

SCENE I.-London. A Street.

Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.

Grim-visag'd war hath smooth d his wrinkled frunt; Enter GLOSTER.

And now, instead of mounting barbed“ steeds, Glo. Now is the winter of our discontent

To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
Madde glorious summer by this sun of York ;*

He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber,
And all the clouds that low'r'd upon our house To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks,
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass ;-
Our braised arms hung np for monuments ;

I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty Our stem alarums chany'd to merry meetings ;

To strut before a wanton ambling nymph ;- An allusion to the cognizance of Edward IV., whici •28 I, that am curtail d of this fair proportiori, adoptat after the battle of Mortimer's Cross :

a Barbed. shed and barded appear to have been "Dazzle mine eyes or do I see three suns ?"*

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Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deform d, untinish'd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them ;-
Why I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to see my shadow in the sun,
And descant on mine own deformity.
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain,
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plts have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams,
To set my brother Clarence and the king
In deadly hate the one against the other :
And, if king Edward be as true and just
As I am subtle, false, and treacherous,
This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up,
About a prophecy, which says that G
Of Edward's heirs the murtherer shall be.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here Clarence comes.

Enter CLARENCE, guarded, and BRAKENBURY.
Brother, good day: What means this armed guard
That waits upon your grace?

His majesty,
Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed
This conduct to convey me to the Tower.

Glo. Upon what cause ?

Because my name is George.
Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours ;
He should, for that, commit your godfathers :-
O, belike, his majesty hath some intent
That you should be new christend in the Tower.
But what 's the matter, Clarence ? may I know?

Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know; for I protest
As yet I do not : But, as I can learn,
He hearkens after prophecies and dreams;
And from the cross-row plucks the letter G,
And says, a wizard told him, that by G
His issue disinheriied should be;
And, for my name of George begins with G,
It follows in his thought that I am he:
These, as I learn, and such-like toys as these,
Have mov'd his highness to commit me now.

Glo. Why, this it is when men are ruld by women:
'T is not the king that sends you to the Tower ;
My lady Grey his wife, Clarence, 't is she
That tempers him to this extremity.
Was it not she and that good man of worsnip,
Antony Woodville, her brother there,
That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower,
From whence this present day he is deliver'd ?
We are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe.

Clar. By Heaven, I think there is no man secure
But the queen's kindred, and night-walking heralus
That trudge betwixt the king and mistress Shore.
Heard you not what an bumble suppliant
Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery?

Glo. Humbly complaining to her deity
Got my lord chamberlain his liberty.
I 'll tell you what,- I think it is our way,
If we will keep in favour with the king,
To be her men and wear her livery :
The jealous o'er-worn widow, and herself,
Since that our brother dubb'd them gentlewomen,
Are mighty gossips in our monarchy.

Brak. I beseech your graces both to pardon me;
His majesty hath straitly given in charge
That no man shall have private conference,
Of what degree soever, with his brother.

Glo. Even so; an please your worshiŋ, Brakenbury,

You may partake of anything we say:
We speak no treason, man :-we say, the king
Is wise and virtuous; and his noble queen
Well struck in years, fair, and not jealous
We say, that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot,
A cherry lip, a bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue :
And the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks :
How say you, sir ? can you deny all this?

Brak. With this, my lord, myself have nought to da
Glo. Naught to do with mistress Shore? I tell they

He that doth naught with her, excepting one,
Were best to do it secretly, alone.

Brak. What one, my lord ?
Glo. Her husband, knave:—Wouldst thou betray me!
Brak. I do beseech your grace to pardon me; anu,

Forbear your conference with the noble duke.

Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey.

Glo. We are the queen's abjects, and must obey
Brother, farewell: I will unto the king;
And whatsoe er you will employ me in,-
Were it to call king Edward's widow sister,--
I will perform it, to enfranchise you.
Meantime, this deep disgrace in brotherhood
Touches me deeper than you can imagine.

Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well.

Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long; I will deliver you, or else lie for you :* Meantime, have patience. Clar.

I must perforce; farewell.
Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er retur,
Simple, plain Clarence! I do love thee so,
That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven,
If Heaven will take the present at our hands.
But who comes here ? the new-deliver'd Hastings.

Enter Hastings.
Hast. Goud time of day unto my gracious loru? !

Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain!
Well are you welcome to this open air.
How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment!

Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners must :
But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks
That were the cause of my imprisonment.

Glo. No doubt, no doubt, and so shall Clarence too; For they that were your enemies are his, And have prerail'd as much on him as you.

Hast. More pity that the eagle should be mew'd, While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.

Glo. What news abroad?

Hast. No news so bad abroad as this at home:
The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy,
And his physicians fear him mightily.

Glo. Now, by St. Paul, this news is bad indeed.
O, he bath kept an evil diet long,
And over-much consum d bis royal person ;
'T is very grievous to be thought upon.
Where is he? in his bed !

He is.
Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you.

He cannot live, I hope; and must not die
Till George be packd with posthorse up to bearen.
I'll in to urge his hatred more to Clarence,
With lies well steeld wita weighty arguments :
And, if I fail not in my deep intent,
Clarence hath not another day to live :
Which done, God take king Edward to his mercy,
And leave the world for me to bustle in!
For then I 'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter.
What though I kill'd her husband and her failer,

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O, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds Is, to become her husband and her father :

Open their congeal'd mouths and bleed afresh: The which will I : not all so much for love

Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deforinity; As for another secret close intent,

For 't is thy presence that exhales this blood By marrying her, which I must reach unto.

From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells;
But yet I run before my horse to market:

Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural,
Clarence still breathes ; Edward still lives and reigns ; Provokes this deluge most unnatural.
When they are gone then must I count my gains. (Exit. O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death'

O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his deati
SCENE II.-The same. Another Street. Either, Heaven, with lightning strike the murtherer dead
Enter the corpse of King HENRY THE Sixth, borne

Or, earth, gape open wide and eat him quick,

As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood, in an open coffin, Gentlemen bearing halberds, to

Which his hell-govern d arm hath butchered ! guard it; and LADY Anne as mourner.

Glo. Lady, you know no rules of charity,
Anne. Set down, set down your honourable load, - Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.
If honour may be shrouded in a hearse,

Anne. Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor man; Whilst I a while obsequiously a lament

No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.

Glo. But I know none, and therefore am no beast. Poor key-cold figure of a holy king!

Anne. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster!

Glo. More wonderful, when angels are so angry! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood !

Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman, Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost,

Of these supposed crimes to give me leave, To hear the lamentations of poor Anne,

By circumstance, but to acquit myself.
Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son,

Anne. Vouchsafe, diffus d infection of a man,
Stabb d by the self-same hand that made these wounds! For these known evils but to give me leave,
Lo, in these windows that let forth thy life,

By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self.
I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes;

Glo. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me bave 0, cursed be the hand that made these holes !

Some patient leisure to excuse myself. Cursed the heart that had the heart to do it!

Anne. Fouler than beart can think thee, thou cans! Cursed the blood that let this blood from hence!

make More direful hap betide that hated wretch,

No excuse current, but to hang thyself. That makes us wretched by the death of thee,

Glo. By such despair I should accuse myself. Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads,

Anne. And by despairing shalt thou stand excusd, Or any creeping venum'd thing that lives!

For doing worthy vengeance on thyself, If ever be have child, abortive be it,

That didst unworthy slaughter upon others. Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,

Glo. Say, that I slew them not. Whose ugly and unnatural aspect

Anne. Then say, they were not slain. May fright the hopeful mother at the view;

But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee. And that be heir to his unhappiness !

Glo. I did not kill your husband. If ever he have wife, let her be made


Why, then he is alive. More miserable by the death of him,

Glo. Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hanı, Than I am made by my young lord, and thee!

Anne. In thy foul throat thou liest; queen Margaret Come now, toward Chertsey with your holy load, Taken from Paul's to be interred there;

Thy murtherous faulchion smoking in his blood ; And, still as you are weary of the weight,

The which thou once didst bend against her breast, Rest you, whiles I lament king Henry's corse.

But that thy broiliers beat aside the point.
[The bearers take up the corpse, and advance. Glo. I was provoked by her slanderous tongue,

That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders.

Anne. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind, Glo. Stay, you that bear the corse, and set it down. That never dream'st on aught but butcheries :

Anne. What black magician conjures up this fiend, Didst thou not kill this king? To stop devoted charitable deeds ?


I grant ye. Glo. Villains, set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul, Anne. Dost grant me, hedgehog ? then, God grant I'll make a corse of him that disobeys !

me too, 1 Gent. lord, stand back, and let the coffin pass. Thou mayst be damned for that wicked deed!

Glo. Unmanner'd dog! stand thou when I command: 0, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous. Advance thy nalberd higher than my breast,

Glo. The fitter for the King of heaven that hath him. Or, by Saint Paul, I 'll strike thee to my foot,

Anne. He is in heaven, where thou shalt never come. And spurn upon thee, beygar, for thy boldness.

Glo. Let him thank me that holp to send him thither; [ The bearers set down the coffin. For he was fitter for that place than earth. Anne. What, do you tremble? are you all afraid? Anne. And thou unfit for any place but hell. Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal,

Glo. Yes, one place else, if you will hear me naine it. And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.

Anne. Some dungeon. Araunt, thou dreadful minister of hell!


Your bed-chamber. Thou hadst but power over his mortal body,

Anne. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou liest! His soul thou canst not have; therefore be gone.

Glo. So will it, madam, till I lie with you. Glo. Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst.

Anne. I hope so. Anne. Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and trouble Glo. I know so.—But, gentle lady Anne, us not;

To leave this keen encounter of our wits,
For thou hast made the happy earth thy hel).

And fall somewhat into a slower niethod,
Filla it with cursing cries, and deep exciaims. Is not the causer of the timeless deaths
If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,

Of these Plantagenets, Henry and Edward,

As blameful as the executioner?
Behold this pattern of thy butcheries.
Obsequiously performing bisnoning

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Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect; Anne. Arise, dissembler : though I wish thy death, Your beauty, that did haunt me in my sleep,

I will not be thv executioner. To undertake the death of all the world,

Glo. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.

Anne. I have already. Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide,


That was in thy rage: These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. Speak it again, and even with the word, Glo. These eyes could not endure that beauty's This hand, which for thy love did kill thy love

Shall for thy love kill a far truer love; You should not blemish it if I stood by :

To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary. As all the world is cheered by the sun,

Anne. I would I knew thy heart. So I by that; it is my day, my life.

Glo. 'Tis figur’d in my tongue. Anne. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy Anne. I fear me, both are false. life!

Glo. Then never man was true.
Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both. Anne. Well, well, put up your sword.
Anne. I would I were, to be reveng'd on thee.

Glo. Say, then, my peace is made.
Glo. It is a quarrel most unnatural,

Anne. That shalt thou know hereafter. To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee.

Glo. But shall I live in hope? Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable,

Anne. All men, I hope, live so. To be reveng'd on him that kill'd my husband.

Glo. Vouchsafe to wear this ring. Glo. He that berest thee, lady, of thy husband, Anne. To take is not to give. (She puts on the ring. Did it to help thee to better husband.

Glo. Look, how my ring encompasseth thy finger,
Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth. Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart;
Glo. He lives that loves thee better than he could. Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.
Anne. Name him.

And if thy poor devoted servant may

But beg one favour at thy gracious hand,

Why, that was he. Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever.
Glo. The self-same name, but one of better nature. Anne. What is it?
Anne. Where is he?

Glo. That it may please you leave these sad designs Glo. Here: (She spits at him.] Why dost thou spit To him that hath most cause to be a mourner, at me?

And presently repair to Crosby-house : Anne. 'Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake' Where, after I have solemnly interr'd, Glo. Never came poison from so sweet a place. At Chertsey monastery, this noble king, Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad.

And wet his grave with my repentant tears, Out of my sight! thou dost infect mine eyes.

I will with all expedient" duty see you : Glo. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you Anne. 'Would they were basilisks, to strike thee dead! Grant me this boon.

Glo. I would they were, that I might die at once ; Anne. With all my heart, and much it joys me toc For now they kill me with a living death.

To see you are become so penitent. Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears Tressel, and Berkley, go along with me. Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops :

Glo. Bid me farewell. These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear,


'Tis more than you deserve: No, when my father York and Edward wept

But, since you teach me how to flatter you, To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made, Imagine I have said farewell already. When black-fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him :

(Exeunt Lady Anne, TREssel, and BERKLEY Nor when thy warlike father, like a child,

Glo. Take up the corse, sirs. Told the sad story of my father's death,


Towards Chertsey, noble lord! And twenty times made pause, to sob and weep,

Glo. No, to White-Friars; there attend my coming. That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks,

[Exeunt the rest, with the core. Like trees bedash d with rain : in that sad time

Was ever woman in this humour wood ? My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear;

Was ever woman in this humour won ? And what these sorrows could not thence exhale, I 'll have her, but I will not keep her long. Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. What! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, I never sued to friend, nor enemy;

To take her in her heart's extremest hate; My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, But now thy beauty is propos d my fee,

The bleeding witness of her hatred by; My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak. Having God, her conscience, and these bars against nie,

(She looks scornfully at him. And I no friends to back my suit withal, Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made

But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.

And yet to win her,-all the world to nothing! If thy revengeful beart cannot forgive,

Ha! Lo! here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword ;

Hath she forgot already that brave prince, Which if thou please to hide in this true breast, Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months sinca And let the soul forth that adoreth thee,

Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury? I lay it naked to the deadly stroke,

A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman, And humbly beg the death upon my knee.

Fram'd in the prodigality of nature, (He lays his breast open; she offers at Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal, it with his sword.

The spacious world cannot again afforu : Nay, do not pause ; for I did kill king Ilenry ;- And will she yet abase her eyes on me, But 't was thy beauty that provoked me.

That cropp'd ihe golden prime of this sweet prince. Nay, now despatch; 't was I that stabb’d young Ed. And made her widow to a woeful bed?

[She again offers at his breast. On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety But 't was thy heavenly face that set me on.

On me, that halt, and am misshapen thus ?

[She lets fall the sword. My dukedom to a beggarly denier, Take up the sword again, or take up me.

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I do mistake my person all this while :

Who are they that complain unto the king, lipon my life, she finds, although I cannot,

That I, forsooth, am stern anıt love them not? Myself to be a marvellous proper man.

By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly I'll be at charges for a looking-glass;

That till his ears with such dissentious rumours. And entertain a score or two of tailors

Because I cannot flatter, and look fair, To study fashions to adorn my body:

Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, Since I am crept in favour with myself,

Duck with French nods and apish courtesy, I will maintain it with some little cost.

I must be held a rancorous enemy. But, first, I 'll turn yon' fellow in his grave;

Cannot a plain man live, and think no harm, And then returu lamenting to my love.

But thus his simple truth must be abus'd Shine out, fair sun, til. I nave bought a glass,

By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks? That I may see my shadow as I pass.

(Exit. Grey. To whom in all this presence speaks your

grace ? SCENE III.— The same. A Room in the Palace.

Glo. To thee, that hası nor honesty nor grace.

When have I injur'd thee? when done thee wrong? Enter Queen ELIZABETH, LORD Rivers, and Or thee?-or thee?-or any of your faction ? LORD GREY,

A plague upon you all! His royal grace,

Whom God preserve better than you would wish! Rio. Have patience, madam ; there's no doubt his

Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing-while, majesty

But you must trouble him with lewd complaints. Will soon recover his accustom'd health.

Q. Eliz. Brother of Gloster, you mistake the matter : Grey. In that you brook it ill it makes him worse :

The king, of his own royal disposition, Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comfort,

And not provok'd by any suitor else ;
And cheer his grace with quick and merry words.

Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred,
Q. Eliz. If he were dead, what would betide on me? That in your outward action shows itself
Grey. No other harm but loss of such a lord.
Q. Eliz. The loss of such a lord includes all harms. Makes him to send ; that thereby he may gather

Against my children, brothers, and myself, Grey. The Heavens have bless’d you with a goodly The ground of your ill-will, and so remove it. son,

Glo. I cannot tell :-The world is grown so bad To be your comforter when he is gone.

That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch : Q. Eliz. Ah, he is young; and his minority

Since every Jack became a gentleman, Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloster,

There 's many a gentle person made a Jack. A man that loves not me, nor none of you.

Q. Eliz. Come, come, we know your meaning, broRiv. Is it concluded he shall be protector ?

ther Gloster; Q. Eliz. It is determin'd, not concluded yet :

You envy my advancement, and my friends”;
But so it must be if the king miscarry.

God grant we never may have need of you!

Glo. Meantime, God grants that we have need of

you :
Grey. Here come the lords of Buckingnam and Our brother is imprison`d by your means,

Myself disgrac'd, and the nobility
Buck. Good time of day unto your royal grace! Held in contempt; while great promotions
Stan. God make your majesty joyful as you have Are daily given, to ennoble those

That scarce, some two days since, were worth a noble. Q. Eliz. The countess Richmond, good my lord of Q. Eliz. By Him that rais d me to this careful Stanley,

height To your good prayer will scarcely say amen.

From that contented hap which I enjoy'd, Yet, Stanley, notwithstanding she's your wife,

I never did incense his majesty And loves not me, be you, good lord, assurd

Against the duke of Clarence, but have been I hate not you for her proud arrogance.

An earnest advocate to plead for him. Sian. I do beseech you, either not believe

My lord, you do me shameful injury The envious slanders of her false accusers ;

Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects. Or, if she be accus'd on true report,

Glo. You may deny that you were not the mean Bear with her weakness, which, I think, proceeds Of my Jord Hastings' late imprisonment. From wayward sickness, and no grounded malice. Riv. She may, my lord ; for

Q. Eliz. Saw you the king to-day, my lord of Stanley? Glo. She may, lord Rivers ?-why, who knows not

Stan. But now, the duke of Buckingham and I
Are come from visiting bis majesty.

She may do more, sir, than denying that :
Q. Eliz. What likelihood of his amendment, lords? She may help you to many fair preferments;
Buck. Madam, good hope; bis grace speaks cheer- And then deny her aiding hand therein,

And lay those honours on your high desert. Q. Eliz. God grant him health! did you confer with What may she not? She may,—ay, marry, may him?

she,Buck. Ay, madam : he desires to make atonement Riv. What, marry, may she ? Between the duke of Gloster and your brothers,

Glo. What, marry, may she? marry with a king, And between them and my lord chamberlain ;

A bachelor, and a handsome stripling too : And sent to warn 6 them to his royal presence.

I wis your grandam had a worser match. Q. Eliz. 'Would all were well!—but that will never Q. Eliz. My lord of Gloster, I have too long burne be.

Your blunt upbraidings and your bitter scoils : I fear our happiness is at the height.

By Heaven, I will acquaint his majesty

Of those gross taunts that oft I have endur d.
Enter GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and Dorset.

I had rather be a country servant-maid
Glo. They do me wrong, and I will not endure it:

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.

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