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.

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[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,
And cheer his grace with quick and inerry words.

Q. Eliz. If he were dead, what would betide of me?
Rio. No other harm but loss of such a lord.
Q. Eliz. The loss of such a lord includes all harm.

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,

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To your good prayers will scarcely say amen.
Yet, Derby, notwithstanding she's your wife,
And loves not mc, be you, good lord, assured
I hate not you for her proud arrogance.

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

Rio. Saw you the king to-day, my Lord of Derby? 30

Der. 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?
Buck. Madam, we did: he desires to make atonement
Betwixt the Duke of Gloucester and your brothers,
And betwixt them and my lord chamberlain;
And sent to warn them to his royal presence.

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.
Glou. They do me wrong, and I will not endure it:
Who are they that complain unto the king,
That I, forsooth, am storn and love them not?

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By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly
That tiil his cars 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 abused
By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks?
Riv. To whom in all this presence speaks your grace?

Glou. To thee, that hast nor honesty nor grace.
When have I injured thee? when done thee wrong?
Or thee? or thee? or any of your faction?
A plague upon you all! His royal person, -
Whom God preserve better than you would wish!
Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing-while,

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
That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch:
Since every Jack became a gentleman,
There's many a gentle person made a Jack.
Q. Eliz. Come, come, we know your mcaning, brother

Gloucester;
You envy my advancement and my friends':
God grant we never may have need of you!

Glou. Meantime, God grants that we have need of you:
Our brother is imprison'd by your means,
Myself disgraced, and the nobility
Held in contempt; whilst many fair promotions 80
Are daily given to ennoble thrase
That scarce, some two days since, were worth a noble.

2. E'iz. By Him that raised me to this careful licight
From that contented hap which I enjoy'd,
I never did incense his majesty
Against the Duke of Clarence, but have born
An carnest advocate to plead for him.
My lord, you do me shameful injury,
Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects.

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?
Tell him, and spare not: look, what I have said
I will avouch in presence of the king:
I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower.
'Tis time to speak; my pains are quite forgot.

Q. Mar. Out, devill I remember them 100 well:
Thou slewest my husband Henry in the Tower,
And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury.

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?

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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 murderous villain, and so still thou art.
Glow, Poor Clarence did forsake his father, Warwick;

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
Which here you urge to prove us enemies,
We follow'd then our lord, our lawful king:
So should we you, if you should be our king.

Glou. If I should be! I had rather be a pedlar:
Far be it from my heart, the thought of it!

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Q. Eliz. As little joy, my lord, as you suppose
You should enjoy, were you this country's king,
As little joy may you suppose in me,
That I enjoy, being the queen thereof.

Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof;
For I am she, and altogether joyless.
I can no longer hold me patient.

[Adrancing
Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out
In sharing that which you have pill'd from ine!
Which of you trembles not that looks on me?

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.