Anne. I have already. Glo. That was in thy rage: Speak it again, and, even with the word, This hand, which, for thy love, did kill thy love, To both their deaths fhalt thou be accessary. Anne. I would, I knew thy heart. Glo. 'Tis figur'd in Anne. To take, is not to give. [She puts on the ring. Glo. Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even fo thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine. And if thy poor devoted servant may But beg one favour at thy gracious hand, Glo. That it may please you leave these fad designs I will with all expedient duty see you: For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you, Anne, With all my heart; and much it joys me too, To see you are become fo penitent. Treffel, and Berkley, go along with me. Glo. Bid me farewell. Anne. 'Tis more than you deferve: But, fince you teach me how to flatter you, [Exeunt Lady ANNE, Treffel, and Berkley. Glo. Take up the corfe, firs. Gen. Towards Chertsey, noble lord? Glo. No, to White- Fryars; there attend my coming. [Exeunt the reft, with the corfe. 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. To take her in her heart's extremeft hate ; With curfes in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; With God, her confcience, and these bars against me, But the plain devil, and diffembling looks, And yet to win her,-all the world to nothing! Ha! Hath the forgot already that brave prince, Edward, her lord, whom I, fome three months fince, Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury? Fram'd in the prodigality of nature, Young, valiant, wife, and, no doubt, right royal, The fpacious world cannot again afford: And And will fhe yet abase her eyes on me, That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince, On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety? On me, that halt, and am mishapen thus ? I do mistake my person all this while : [Exit. SCENE III. The fame. A Room in the Palace. Enter Queen ELIZABETH, Lord RIVERS, and Lord GREY. Riv. Have patience, madam; there's no doubt, his majesty Will foon recover his accuftom'd health. Grey. In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse : Therefore, for God's fake, entertain good comfort, And cheer his grace with quick and merry words. 2. Eliz. If he were dead, what would betide of me? Grey. No other harm, but lofs of fuch a lord. 2. Eliz. The lofs of fuch a lord includes all harms. : Grey. 3 Grey. The heavens have bless'd you with a goodly son, To be your comforter, when he is gone. 2. Eliz. Ah, he is young; and his minority Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloster, A man that loves not me, nor none of you. 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! 2. Eliz. The countefs Richmond, good.my lord of Stanley, To your good prayer will scarcely fay―amen. Bear with her weakness, which, I think, proceeds 2. Eliz. What likelihood of his amendment, lords? Buck. Madam, good hope; his grace speaks cheerfully. 2. Eliz. God grant him health! Did you confer with him? Buck. Ay, madam: he defires to make atonement Between the duke of Glofter and your brothers, And And between them and my lord chamberlain ; And fent to warn them to his royal prefence. 2. Eliz. 'Would all were well!—But that will never be ; I fear, our happiness is at the height. 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, forfooth, am ftern, and love them not? Cannot a plain man live, and think no harm, By filken, fly, infinuating Jacks? Grey. To whom in all this presence speaks your grace? Glo. To thee, that haft 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. 2. Eliz. Brother of Glofter, you mistake the matter: The king, of his own royal disposition, And not provok'd by any fuitor elfe; Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred, That in your outward action shows itself, Against my children, brothers, and myself, C Makes |