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And yet to win her,—all the world to nothing !
a beggarly denier,] A denier is the twelfth part of a French sous, and appears to have been the usual request of a beggar.
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 of me Grey. No other harm, but loss of such a lord. Q. Éliz. 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. Éliz. Ah, he is young; and his minority Is
put unto the trust of Richard Gloster,
Riv. Is it concluded, he shall be protector?
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 Stanley, 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,
Stan. I do beseech you, either not believe
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 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 be ;I fear, our happiness is at the height.
Enter GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and Dorset.
I must be held a rancorous enemy.
Grey. To whom in all this presence speaks your
Glo. To thee, that hast nor honesty, nor grace. When have linjur’d thee? when done thee wrong?Or thee?-or thee?-or any of
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, 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
Jack became a gentleman, There's many a gentle person made a Jack.
speak fair, Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and
cog, Duck with French nods and apish courtesy,] An importation of artificial manners seems to have afforded our ancient poets a never failing topick of invective.
with lewd complaints.] Lewd, in the present instance, signifies rude, ignorant; from the Anglo-Saxon Laewede, a Laick. Chaucer often uses the word lewd, both for a laick and an ignorant person.
Since every Jack became a gentleman,] This proverbial expression at once demonstrates the origin of the term Jack so often used by Shakspeare. It means one of the very lowest class of people, among whom this name is of the most common and familiar kind.
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
Glo. You may deny that you were not the cause Of my lord Hastings' late imprisonment.
Riv. She may, my lord; for-
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
she not? She may,—ay, marry, may 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.