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Glou. No, to White-Friars; there attend my coming.
[Exeunt all but Gloucester. 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.
230 What! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate, With curses in lier mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I nothing to back my suit at all. 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,
240 Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since, Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury? A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman, Framed in the prodigality of nature, Yoiny. valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal, The spacious world cannot again afford: Aud will she yet debase 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 moicty? 250 On me, that halt and am unshapen thus? My dukedom to a beggarly denier, I do mistake my person all this while: Upon my life, she tinds, although I cannot, Myself to be a marvellous proper man. I'll be at charges for a looking-glass, And entertain some 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.
260 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. SCENE III. The palace. Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, LORD Rivers, and Lord GREY. Rio. Have patience, macam: there's no doubt his maj.
esty Will soon recover his acelastom'd health.
Grey. In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse:
Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comfort,
Q. Eliz. If he were dead, what would betide of me?
Grey. The heavens liave bless'd you with a goodly son, To be your comforter when he is gone.
10 Q. È liz. Oh, he is young, and his minority Is put into the trust of Richard Glou ter, A man that loves not me, nor none of you.
Riv. Is it concluded he shall be protector?
Q. Eliz. It is determined, not concluded yet: But so it must be, if the king miscarry.
Enter BUCKINGHAM and DERBY. Grey. Here come the lords of Buckingham and Derby. Buck. Good time of day unto your royal grace! Der. God make your majesty joyful as you have been! Q. Eliz. The Countess "Richmond, good my Lord of Derby,
Der, I do beseech you, either not believe
Rio. Saw you the king to-day, my Lord of Derby? 30
Der. But now the Duke of Buckingham and I
Q. Eliz. What likelihood of his amendment, lords?
Q. Eliz. Would all were well! but that will never be: 40 I fear our happiness is at the highest.
Enter GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, and DORSET.
By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly
Glou. To thee, that hast nor honesty nor grace.
60 But you must trouble him with lewd complaints.
Q. Eliz. Brother of Gloucester, you mistake the matter. The king, of his own royal disposition, And not provoked by any suitor else; Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred, Which in your outward actions shows itself Against my kindred, brothers, and myself, Makes him to send; that thereby he may gather The ground of your ill-will, and so remove it.
Glou, I cannot tell: the world is grown so bad, 70
Glou. Meantime, God grants that we have need of you:
2. E'iz. By Him that raised me to this careful licight
Glou. You may deny that you were not the cause 90
Of my Lord Hastings' late imprisonment.
Riv. She may, my lord, forGlou. 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 her aiding hand therein, And lay those honours on your high deserts. What may she not? She may, yea, marry, may she,
Riv. What, marry, may she?
Glou. What, marry, may she! marry with king, 100 A bachelor, a handsome stripling too: I wish your grandam bad a worser match.
Q. Eliz. My Lord of Gloucester, I have too long borne Your blunt upbraidings and your bitter scoffs: By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty With those gross taunts I often lave endured. I had rather be a country servant-maid Than a great queen, with this condition, To be thus taunted, scorn'd, and bailed at:
Enter QUEEN MARGARET, behind. Small joy have I in being England's queen.
110 Q. Mar. And lessen'd be that small, God, I beseech thee! Thy honour, state and seat is due to me.
Glou. What! threat you me with telling of the king?
Q. Mar. Out, devill I remember them 100 well:
120 Glou. Ere you were queen, yea, or your husband king, I was a pack-horse in his greai atlairs; A wecder out of his proud adversaries, A liberal rewarder of his friends: To royalize his blood I spilt mine own.
Q. Mar. Yca, and much beuer blood than his or thino. dlou. 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 Saint Alban's slain?
Q. Mar. A murderous villain, and so still thou art.
Yea, and forswore himself,—which Jesu pardon !
Q. Mar. Which God revenge!
Glou. 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; 140 Or Edward's soft and pitiful, like mine: I am too childish-foolish for this world.
Q. Var. Hic thec to hell for shame, and leave the world, Thou cacodemon! there thy kingdom is.
Riv. My Lord of Gloucester, in those busy days
Glou. If I should be! I had rather be a pedlar:
Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof;
160 If not, that, I being queen, you bow like subjects Yet that, by you d-posed, you quake like rebels! () gentle villain, do not turn away!
Glou. Foul wrinkled witch, what makest thou in my sight?
Q. Mar. But repetition of wbat thou hast marr'd; That will I make before I let thee go.
Glou. Wert thou not banished on pain of death? 2. Mar. I was; but I do find more pain in banislıment Than death can yield me here by my abode. A husband and a sou thiou owest to me;
170 And thou a kingdom; all of you allegiance: The sorrow that I have, by right is yours, And all the pleasures you usurp are mine.
Glou. The curse my noble father laid on thee, When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from bis eyes, And then, to dry them, gavest the duke a clout Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland, His curses, then from bitterness of soul Denounced against thce, are all fall’n upon thee; 180 And God, not we, hath plagued thy bloody deed.
2. Eliz. So just is God, to right the innocent.