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Grey. The heavens have bless'd you with a goodly
Q. Eliz. Ah, he is young; and his minority
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.
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
Stan. I do beseech you, either not believe
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.
Enter GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and DORSET.
A plague upon you all! His royal grace,
Glo. I cannot tell ;-The world is grown so bad,
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
5 Rudo, ignorant.
Q. Eliz. By Him, that rais'd me to this careful
Glo. You may deny that you were not the cause
Rir. She may, my lord ;. for
lord Rivers --why, who knows not
She may do more, sir, than denying that:
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.
Enter Queen MARGARET, behind.
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
-Was not your husband
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.
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