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Grey. The heavens have bless'd you with a goodly

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.


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

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 ?

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

Q. Eliz. What likelihood of his amendment, lords ?

Stan. But now,

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 atonenient. 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 be ; I fear, our happiness is at the height.

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

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?

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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 lewds complaints.
Q. Eliz. Brother of Gloster, you mistake the mat-

ter :
The king, of 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 may prey where eagles dare not perch:
Since every Jackó 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

you: Our brother is imprison'd by your means, Myself disgrac'd, and the nobility Held in contempt; while great promotions Are daily given, to ennoble those That scarce, some two days since, were worth a

noble. 7

5 Rudo, ignorant.
6 Low fellow. 7 A coig rated at 6s, 8d.

Q. Eliz. By Him, that rais'd me to this careful

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 cause
Of my lord Hastings' late imprisonment.

Rir. She may, my lord ;. for
Glo. She


lord Rivers --why, who knows not


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 desert.
What may she not? She may,—ay, marry, may she,-

Rit. What, marry, may she?

Glo. What, marry, may she? marry with a king, A bachelor, a handsome stripling too : I wis, 8 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.

& Think.

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. 'Tis time to speak, my pains 9 are quite forgot.

Q. Mar. Out, devil! I remember them too well : Thou kill'dst my 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 nine own. Q Mar. Ay, and much better blood than his, or

thine. 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
In Margaret's battle at Saint Albans slain ?
Let me put in your minds, if you forget,


have been ere now, and what you are; Withal, what I have been, and what I am.

Q. Dlar. A murd'rous villain, and so still thou art.

9 Labours.

1 Make royal.

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