Anne. That fhalt thou know hereafter.
Glo. But fhall I live in hope?
Anne. All men, I hope, live fo.
Glo. Vouchfafe to wear this ring.
Look how my ring encompasseth thy finger,
Ev'n fo thy breaft inclofeth my poor heart:
Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.
And if thy poor devoted fervant may

But beg one favour at thy gracious hand,
Thou doft confirm his happiness for ever.
Anne. What is it?

Glo. That it may please you leave these fad defigns
To him that hath more caufe to be a mourner,
And presently repair to Crosby-place:*
Where, after I have folemnly interr'd
At Chertsey monaft'ry this noble King,
And wet his grave with my repentant tears,
I will with all expedient duty fee you.
For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you,
Grant me this boon.

Anne. With all my heart, and much it joys me too, To fee you are become fo penitent.

Traffel and Barkley, go along with me.

Glo. Bid me farewel.

Anne. 'Tis more than you deferve:

But fince you teach me how to flatter you,

Imagine I have faid farewel already. [Exe. two with Anne.

Glo. Take up the Coarfe.

Gent. Towards Chertfey, noble Lord?

Glo. No, to White-Friars, there attend my coming.

[Exeunt with the Coarfe.

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!

To

(a) A boufe near Bishops-gate-Street belonging to the Duke of Gloucefter. Theobald.

2 Sirs, take

To take her in her heart's extreameft hate,

With curfes in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
The bleeding witness of my hatred by:

With God, her confcience, and these bars against me,
And I no friends to back my fuit withal,

But the plain devil and diffembling looks:

And yet to win her All the world to nothing!

Ha!

Hath fhe forgot already that brave Prince,

Edward, her Lord, whom I, fome three months fince,
Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury?
A fweeter and a lovelier gentleman,
Fram'd in the prodigality of nature,

Young, wife, and valiant, and no doubt right royal,
The fpacious world cannot again afford:
And will fhe yet debafe her eyes on me,
That cropt the golden prime of this fweet Prince,
And made her widow to a woful bed?

On me, whofe all not equals Edward's moiety?"
On me, that halt, and am mif-fhapen thus?
My dukedom to a beggarly denier,

I do mistake my perfon all this while:
Upon my life, fhe finds, although I cannot,
My felf to be a marv'lous proper man.
I'll be at charges for a looking-glafs,
And entertain a fcore or two of tailors,
To study fashions to adorn my body:
Since I am crept in favour with my felf,
I will maintain it with fome little coft.
But first I'll turn yon fellow 3'into` his grave,
And then return lamenting to my love.
Shine out, fair fun, 'till I have bought a glafs,
That I may fee my fhadow as I país.

3 in

[Exit.

SCENE

SCENE

Riv.HAV

The PALACE.

III.

Enter the Queen, Lord Rivers, Lord Gray, and Dorfet. AVE patience, Madam, there's no doubt, his Will foon recover his accuftom'd health. [Majefty Gray. In that you brook it ill, it makes him worfe; Therefore for God's fake entertain good comfort, And cheer his Grace with quick and merry eyes.

Queen. If he were dead, what would betide of me? Gray. No other harm, but lofs of fuch a Lord. Queen. The lofs of fuch a Lord includes all harms. Gray. The heav'ns have bleft you with a goodly fon To be your comforter when he is gone.

Queen. Ah! he is young, and his minority
Is put unto the truft of Richard Glofter,
A man that loves not me, nor none of you.
Riv. Is it concluded, he shall be Protector?
Queen. It is determin'd, not concluded yet :
But fo it must be, if the King miscarry.

Enter Buckingham and + 'Stanley.`

Gray. 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!
Queen. The Countefs Richmond, good my Lord of
To your good prayer will scarcely fay Amen;
Yet, Stanley, notwithstanding she's your wife,
And loves not me, be you, good Lord, affur'd,
I hate not you for her proud arrogance.

Stan. I do befeech you, either not believe
The envious flanders of her falfe accufers:
Or if she be accus'd on true report,

Bear with her weaknefs; which I think proceeds

4 Derby.... old edit. Theob, emend.

[Stanley,

From

From wayward fickness, and no grounded malice.
Queen. Saw you the King to-day, my Lord of Stanley?
Stan. But now the Duke of Buckingham and I
Are come from visiting his Majefty.

Queen. What likelihood of his amendment, Lords?
Buck. Madam, good hope; his Grace fpeaks chearfully.
Queen. God grant him health! did you confer with him?
Buck. Madam, we did; he feeks to make atonement
Between the Duke of Glofter and your brothers,
And between them and my Lord Chamberlain;
And fent to warn them to his royal presence.
Queen. Would all were well--- but that will never be
I fear our happiness is at the height.

Enter Gloucefter, and Haftings.

Glo. They do me wrong, and I will not endure it.'
Who are they that complain unto the King,
That I forfooth, am ftern, and love them not?
By holy Paul, they love his Grace but lightly
That fill his ears with fuch diffentious rumours,
Because I cannot flatter, and look fair,

Smile in men's faces, fmooth, deceive and cog,
Duck with French nods, and apifh courtefie,
I must be held a rancorous enemy.
Cannot a plain man live and think no harm,
But thus his fimple truth must be abus'd
By filken, fly, infinuating jacks?

Gray. To whom in all this prefence fpeaks your Grace?
Glo. To thee, that haft 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 person,

Whom God preferve better than you would wish,
Cannot be quiet fcarce a breathing while,

But you must trouble him with lewd complaints.
Queen. Brother of Glo'fter, you mistake the matter:
The King of his own royal difpofition,

And not provok'd by any fuitor elfe,

Aiming,

Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred,
That in your outward action fhews it felf
Against my children, brother, and my self,
5 'Hath fent for you, that he may learn the ground
Of your ill will, and thereby may remove it.
Glo. I cannot tell; the world is grown fo bad,
That wrens make prey, where eagles dare not perch.
Since every jack became a gentleman,

There's many a gentle perfon made a jack.

[Glo'fter. Queen. Come, come, we know your meaning, brother

You envy my advancement and my friends:

God grant we never may have need of you!

Glo. Mean time God grants that we have need of you. Our brother is imprifon'd by your means,

My felf disgrac'd, and the Nobility

Held in contempt, while many fair promotions

Are daily given to ennoble thofe,

That scarce, fome two days fince, were worth a noble. Queen. By him that rais'd me to this careful height, From that contented hap which I enjoy'd,

I never did incenfe his Majesty

Against the Duke of Clarence; but have been

An earnest advocate to plead for him.

My Lord, you do me fhameful injury,

Falfely to draw me in thefe wild fufpects.

Glo. You may deny 7/too that you were the caufe

Of my Lord Haftings' late imprisonment.

Riv. She may, my Lord, for

Glo. She may, Lord Rivers? why, who knows not fo?

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 thofe honours on your high defert.

What may fhe not? fhe may-ay marry may fhe ----
Riv. What marry may the?

Glo. What marry may fhe? marry with a King,

A batchelor,