Where-after I have solemnly interr'd For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you, 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. 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 com ing. [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. What! I, that kill'd her husband, and his father, With God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, 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, Fram'd 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, On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety I do mistake my person all this while : [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, Grey. No other harm, but loss of such a lord. harms. Grey. The heavens have bless'd you with a goodly son, * A small French coin. To be your comforter, when he is gone. Q. Eliz. Ah, he is young; and his minority 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 of Stanley, To your good prayer will scarcely say-amen. Stan. I do beseech you, either not believe 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. 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 atone ment Between the duke of Gloster and your brothers, * Summon. Q. Eliz. 'Would all were well!But that will never be ; I fear, our happiness is at the height. Enter Gloster, Hastings, and Dorset. Glo. They do me wrong, and I will not endure it: Cannot a plain man live, and think no harm, 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? But you must trouble him with lewd* complaints. matter: The king, of his own royal disposition, Glo. I cannot tell ;-The world is grown so bad, That wrens may prey where eagles dare not perch: Since every Jack† became a gentleman, *Rude, ignorant. + Low fellow. 4 There's many a gentle person made a Jack. You envy my advancement, and my friends; Glo. Meantime, God grants that we have need of you : Our brother is imprison'd by your means, Held in contempt; while great promotions 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, 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 batchelor, a handsome stripling too : I wist 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, * A coin rated at 6s. 8d. †Think. |