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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 ! Q. Eliz. The countess Richmond, good my lord
Stan. I do beseech you, either not believe
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. What 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.
Q. Eliz. Would all were well!--But that will never
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, 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, But thus his simple truth must be abus'd By 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, of his own royal disposition, And not provok'd by any suitor else ;
Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred,
Glo. I cannot tell ;-The world is grown so bad,
Jack became a gentleman, There's many a gentle person made a Jack. Q. Eliz. Come, come, we know your meaning,
brother Gloster; You envy my advancement, and my friends ; God grant, we never may have need of you !
Glo. Meantime, God grants that we have need of
Our brother is imprison'd by your means,
Glo. You may deny that you were not the cause
Riv. She may, my lord; for
she,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 Your blunt upbraidings, and your bitter scoffs : By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty, Of those gross taunts I often have endur'd. I had rather be a country servant-maid, Than a great queen, with this conditionTo be so baited, scorn'd, and stormed at: Small joy have I in being England's queen.
Enter Queen MARGARET, behind. Q. 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 will avouch in presence of the king :
I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower.
Q. Mar. Out, devil! I remember them too well : Thou kill'dst
husband Henry in the Tower, And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury.
Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or your husband king, I was a pack-horse in his great affairs; A weeder-out of his proud adversaries, A liberal rewarder of his friends; To royalize his blood, I spilt mine own. Q. Mar. Ay, and much better blood than his, or
thine. Glo. 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 Albans slain ? Let me put in your minds, if you forget, What you have been ere now, and what
are'; Withal, what I have been, and what I am.
Q. 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 !
Q. 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.