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But so 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! .:
Stanley. God make your Majesty joyful as you have

been !
Queen. The Countess Richmond, good my Lord of

Stanley,
To your good pray'r will scarcely fay, Amen ;
Yet, Stanley, notwithstanding sho's your wife,
And loves not me, be you, good Lord, assurd,
I hate not you for her proud arrogance.

Stanley. I do beseech you, either not believe
The enyious sanders of her false accusers :
Or, if she be accused on true report,
Bear with her weakness; which, I think, proceeds
From wayward sickness, and no grounded malice.

Queen. Saw you the King to day, my Lord of Stanley ?

Stanley. But now the Duke of Buckingham and I
Are come from visiting his Majesty.

Queen. What likelihood of his amendment, Lords ?
Buck, Madam, good hope ; his Grace speaks chear-

fully.
Queen. God grant him health! did you confer with

him?

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Buck. Madam, we did; he seeks 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. Queen. 'Would all were well-but that will never

beI fear, our happiness is at the height,

Enter Gloucester,

Glo. They do me wrong, and I will not endure it.
Who are they, that complain unto the King,
That I, forsooth, am ftern, and love them not?
By holy Paul they love his Grace but lightly,
That fill his ears with such diffentious rumours,
Because I cannot fatter, and look 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 filken, fly, infinuating Jacks?
Gray. 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 person,
Whom God preserve better than you would wish,
Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing while,
But you must trouble him with lew'd complaints.

fueen. Brother of Glofter, you mistake the matter
The King of his own royal disposition,
And not provok'd by any suitor elle,
Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred,
That in your outward action shews itself
Against iny children, brothers, and myself;
Makes him to fend, that he may learn the ground

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? Of your ill will, and thereby to remove it.

Gló. 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 person made a fack. Queen. Come, come, we know your meaning, bro

ther Gloster. You envy my advancement and my friends : God grant we never may have need of you!

Glo. Mean time, God grant that we have need of

you!

Our Brother is imprison'd by your means ;
Myself disgrac'd ; and the nobility
Held in contempt ; while many fair promotions
Are daily given to enoble those,
That scarce some two days since 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 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,
Fainy to draw me in these wild 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
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 chose honours on your high deserts.
What may she not? she mayay, marry, may

she
Riv. What, marry, may she ?

not fo?

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Pope.

Glo.

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Glo. What, marry, may she? marry with a King, A batchelor, a handsome ftripling too : I wis, your grandam had a worfer match.

Queen. My Lord of Glofter, I have too long borno Your blunt upbraidings, and your bitter scoffs : By heav'n, I will acquaint his Majesty, Of those gross taunts I often have endur'd. I had rather be a country fervant-maid, Than a great Queen with this condition ; To be thus taunted, scorn'd and baited at. Small joy have I in being England's Queen.

SCENE IV.

Enter Queen Margaret,
Q. Mar. And lessen'd be that small, God, I beseech

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

Q. Mar. sOut, Devil! I remember thee too well : Thou kill'dft my husband Henry in the Tower, And Edward, my poor fon, 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.

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Tell him, and spare .not;

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Q. Mar,

Q. Mar. Ay, and much better blood than his, or

thine. Glo. In all which time you and your husband Gray Were factious for the house of Lancaster; And, Rivers, so were you ;– was not your husband, In Marg'ret's battle, at St. Albans Nain? Let me put in your minds, if you forget, What you have been ere now, and what you 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, Jelu 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. Q. Mar. Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave this

world,
Thou Cacodæmon, there thy kingdom is.

Riv. My Lord of Gloʻster, in those busy days,
Which here you urge to prove us enemies,
We follow'd then our Lord, our lawful King,
So should we you, if you should be our King.

Glo. If I should be !- I had rather be a pedlar:
Far be it from my heart the thought thereof.

Queen. As little joy, my Lord, as you suppose
You should enjoy, were you this country's King,
As little joy you may suppose in me,
That I enjoy, being the Queen thereof.

Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the Queen thereof;
For I am she, and alcogether joyless.
I can no longer hold me patient.

-W'as not your husband, said in Henry VI. that he died in In Marg'ret's battle,] It is quarrel of ihe house of York.

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