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But so it must be, if the king miscarry.
Enter Buckingham and Stanley.
Stanley. I do beseech you, either not believe
Queen. Saw you the King to day, my Lord of Stanley ?
Stanley. But now the Duke of Buckingham and I
Queen. What likelihood of his amendment, Lords ?
4 Here come the Lords of Buck- the IVth's Houshold. But this
ingham and Derby] This Thomas Lord Stanley was not is a Bľunder of Inadvertence, created Earl of Derby till after which has run thro' the whole the Accession of Henry VII; and, Chain of Impressions. It could accordingly, afterwards in the not well be original in Shake- Fourth and Fifth Aets of this speare, who was most minutely Play, before the Battle of Bofintimate with his History and worth-field, he is every where the Intermarriages of the No- call’d'Lord Stanley. This fufbility. The Person here called ficiently justifies the Change I Derby, was Thomas Lord Stanley have made in his Title. Lord Steward of King Edward
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,
Glo. They do me wrong, and I will not endure it.
fueen. Brother of Glofter, you mistake the matter
? 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
Our Brother is imprison'd by your means ;
Queen. By him, that rais'd me to this careful height,
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
S of your ill will, &c.] This line is restored from the first edition,
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.
Enter Queen Margaret,
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.
• Tell him, and spare .not;
WARBURTON. looh, what I have said,] There is no need of change, This Verse I have restored from but if there were, the commen. the old vario's. THEOBALD. tator does not change enough :
? My puiries.] ly labours; my he should read, I remember them toils.
Ito auell; that is, his pains,
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
Riv. My Lord of Gloʻster, in those busy days,
Glo. If I should be !- I had rather be a pedlar:
Queen. As little joy, my Lord, as you suppose
Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the Queen thereof;
-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.