Anne. With all my heart; and much it joys me too, To see you are become so penitent. Tressel, and Berkley, go along with me. Anne. 'Tis more than you deserve: But, since you teach me how to flatter you, [Exeunt Lady Anne, Tressel, and Berkley. 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 corse. 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. With God, her conscience, and these bars against me, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, Hath she forgot already that brave prince, Edward, her lord, whom I some three months since, Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal,- That oropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince, On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety? I do mistake my person all this while 121 And then return lamenting to my love.- SCENE III. The same. A room in the Palace. [Exit. Enter Queen ELIZABETH, Lord RIVERS, and Riv. Have patience, madam; there's no doubt, Will soon recover his accustom'd health. Grey. In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse: Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comfort, me? Grey. No other harm, but loss of such a lord. To be your comforter, when he is gone. Q. Eliz. Ah, he is young; and his minority Enter 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. Stan. I do beseech you, either not believe A A W 0 Bear with her weakness, which, I think, proceeds T Q. Eliz. Saw you the king to-day, my lord of Stan. But now, the duke of Buckingham, and I, 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. Ay, madam : he desires to make atonement I fear, our happiness is at the height. Enter GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and DORSET. Who are they, that complain unto the king, Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, Cannot a plain man live, and think no harm, Grey. To whom in all this presence speaks your Glo. To thee, that hast nor honesty, nor grace. i Makes him to send; that thereby he may gather Glo. I cannot tell;-The world is grown so bad, Q. Eliz. Come, come, we know your meaning, You envy my advancement, and my friends; Our brother is imprison'd by your means, Held in contempt; while great promotions That searce, some two days since, were worth a 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 majesty Against the duke of Clarence, but have been My lord, you do me shameful injury, Glo. You may deny that you were not the cause Glo. She may, lord Rivers ?-why, who knows not so? She may do more, sir, than denying that: 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 T To be so baited, scorn'd, and stormed at: Enter Queen MARGARET, behind. 2. Mar. And lessen'd be that small, God, I be seech thee! Thy honour, state, and seat, is due to me. Glo. What! threat you me with telling of the king? Tell him, and spare not: look, what I have said I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower. Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or your husband I was a pack-horse in his great affairs; To royalize his blood, I spilt mine own. Q. Mar. Ay, and much better blood than his, Glo. In all which time, you, and your husband Were factious for the house of Lancaster; And, Rivers, so were you :-Was not your husband 9. 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 ! 2. 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." Q. Mar. Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave this world, Thou cacodamon! there thy kingdom is. Riv. My lord of Gloster, in those busy days, Which here you urge, to prove us enemies, We follow'd then our lord, our lawful king; |