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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

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,
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?

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

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: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,
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:

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,
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.
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.

Riv. She may, my lord; for
Glo. She may, lord Rivers ? —why, who knows

not so?
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,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.
'Tis time to speak, my pains are quite forgot.

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.

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