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My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word;
But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee,
My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak.

[She looks scornfully at him.
Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made
For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,
Lo! here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword ;
Which if thou please to hide in this true breast,
And let the soul forth that adoreth thee,
I lay it naked to the deadly stroke,
And humbly beg the death upon my knee.

[He lays his Breast open : she offers at it with his

Sword. Nay, do not pause ; for I did kill king Henry :3 — But 't was thy beauty that provoked me. Nay, now despatch ; 't was I that stabbed+ young Ed

ward ;But ’t was thy heavenly face that set me on.

[She lets fall the Sword. Take up the sword again, or take up me.

Anne. Arise, dissembler : though I wish thy death, I will not be thy executioner. Glo. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it.

[Taking up the Sword.5 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,
Shall for thy love kill a far truer love :
To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary.

Anne. I would I knew thy heart.
Glo. ’T is figur'd in my tongue.
Anne. I fear me, both are false.
Glo. Then, never man was true.
Anne. Well, well, put up your sword.
Glo. Say, then, my peace is made.
Anne. That shalt thou know hereafter.
Glo. But shall I live in hope ? [Sheathing his Sword.
Anne. All men, I hope, live so.
Glo. Vouchsafe to wear this ring.
Anne. To take, is not to give. [She puts on the Ring.
1 soothing: in quartos. 2 bosom: in quartos. 3 't was I that kill'd
your husband : in quartos. 4 kill'd: in quartos.

5 6 Not in f. e.

Glo. Look, how my ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine. And if thy poor devoted suppliant' may But beg one favour at thy gracious hand. Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever.

Anne. What is it?

Glo. That it may please you leave these sad designs To him that hath most? cause to be a mourner, And presently repair to Crosby-place. Where (after I have solemnly interr’d, At Chertsey monastery, this noble king, And wet his grave with my repentant tears) I will with all expedient' duty see you : Fór divers unknown reasons, I beseech you, Grant me this boon.

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.

Glo. Bid me farewell.

'Tis more than you deserve , But since you teach me how to flatter you, Imagine I have said farewell already.

(Exeunt - Lady ANNE, TRESSEL, and BERKLEY. 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 wood ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I 'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I that kill'd her husband, and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of mys hatred by, Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And ( no friends to back my suit withal', 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, Edward, her lord, whom I, some three months since, Stabb’d in my angry mood at Tewksbury ?

1 servant: in f. e.

4 The 2 more : in quartos. 3 Expeditious. quartos insert: “Glos. Take up the corse, sirs." 5 her: in quartos. 6 nothing: in quartos.

7 at all : in quartos.

A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,-
Framed in the prodigality of nature,
Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal,
The spacious world cannot again afford :
And will she yet abase' 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 moiety ?
On me, that halt, and am mis-shapen thus ?
My dukedom to a beggarly denier,
I do mistake my person all this while :
Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot,
Myself to be a marvellous proper man.
I'll be at charges for a looking-glass;
And entertain a 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.
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 Same. A Room in the Palace. Enter Queen ELIZABETH, Lord RIVERS, and Lord GREY. Riv. Have patience, madam: there's no doubt, his

majesty 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,
And cheer his grace with quick and merry words.?

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

Grey. The heavens have bless'd you with a goodly son, To be your comforter when he is gone.

Q. 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.

Riv. Is it concluded, he shall be protector ?

Q. Eliz. It is determin’d, not concluded yet; But so it must be, if the king miscarry. i debase : in quartos.

eyes: in folio.

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Enter BUCKINGHAM and STANLEY'. Grey. Here come the lords of Buckingham and

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

To your good prayer will scarcely say amen.
Yet, Stanley, notwithstanding she's your wife,
And loves not me, be you, good lord, assur'd,
I hate not you for her proud arrogance.

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

Q. Eliz. Saw you the king to-day, my lord of Stanley ?

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

Q. Eliz. Whata likelihood of his amendment, lords ? Buck. Madam, good hope : his grace speaks cheer

fully. Q. Eliz. God grant him health! Did you confer with

him ? Buck. Ay, madam : he desires to make atonement Between the duke of Gloster and your brothers, And between them and my lord chamberlain; And sent to warn them to his royal presence. [be :

Q. Eliz. Would all were well !-But that will never I fear, our happiness is at the height. Enter GLOSTER, stamping angrily, with Hastings, and

DORSET. Glo. They do me wrong, and I will not endure it.Who are they, that complain unto the king, That I, forsooth, am stern, and love them not ? By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly, That fill his ears 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, 1 DERBY: in old copies.

2 With : in quartos.

3 highest: in quartos. 4 The words “ stamping angrily" : not in f. e.

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But thus his simple truth must be abus'd
With silken, sly, insinuating Jacks ?
Grey. To whom in all this presence speaks your

grace ?
Glo. To thee, that hast 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.

Q. Eliz. Brother of Gloster, you mistake the matter. The king, on his own royal disposition, And not provok'd by any suitor else, Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred, That in your outward action shows itself, Against my children, brothers, and myself, Makes him to send ; that thereby he may gather The ground of your ill-will, and so remove it.

Glo. I cannot tell ;—the world is grown so bad, That wrens makes 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 meaning, bro

ther Gloster : You envy my advancement, and my friends. God grant, we never may have need of you!

Glo. Meantime, God grants that I have need of you : Our brother is imprison’d by your means ; Myself disgrac'd, and the nobility Held in contempt; while many great* promotions Are daily given, to ennoble those That scarce, some two days since, were worth a noble.

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 An earnest advocate to plead for him. My lord, you do me shameful injury, Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects.

Glo. You may deny, that you were not the means

i Wicked. 2 The rest of the line is not in the folio. 3 The quartos of 1602, and later : may. 4 fair: in quarto.

5 cause : in quarto.

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