SIR WILLIAM CATESBY. Sir JAMES TYRREL. EDWARD, Prince of Wales, afterwards Sons to

SIR JAMES BLOuXT. Sir Walter HERBERT." King Edward V.

Sir Robert BRAKENBURY, Lieutenant of the RICHARD, Duke of York,

( the King.

Tower. GEORGE, Duke of Clarence,

Brothers to the

CHRISTOPHER URSWICK, a Priest. Another Priest. RICHARD, Duke of Gloster, after

King. wards King Richard III.

Lord Mayor of London. Sheriti of Wiltshire. 4 young Sou of Clarence.

ELIZABETA, Queen of King Edward IV. Henry, Earl of Richmond, afterwards King Duchess of York, Mother to King Edward IV.

MARGARET, I Vidow of King Henry VI.
Henry VII.
CARDINAL BOUCHER, Archbishop of Canterbury. LADY ANTE, Widow of Edward, Prince of Wales,

Clarence, and Gloster.
Thomas RoTHERAM, Archbishop of York.
John Morton, Bishop of Ely.

Sm to King Henry VI.; ajierwards married to DUKE of BUCKINGHAM.

the Duke of Gloster. DUKE of NORFOLK: EARL of Surry, his Son.

A young Daughter of Clarence. EARL Rivers, Brother to King Edward's Queen. Lords, and other Atiendants, two Gentlemen, a MARQUIS of DORSET, and LORD GREY, her Sons,

Pursuivant, Scrivener, Citizens, Murderers, MesEARL of OXFORD. LORD Hastings. LORD STANLEY. LORD Lovel.

sengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, doc. SIR THOMAS VAUGHAN. Sir RICHARD RAT.





As I am subile, false, and treacherous, SCENE I. London. A Street. Enter GLOSTER. About a prophecy, which says—that G

This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up; Gloster,

Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be. Now is the winter of our discontent

Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here Clarenco Made glorious summer by this sun' of York ; And all the clouds, that lour'd upon our house,

Enter CLARENCE, guarded, and BRAKENBURY. In the deep bosom of the ocean buried,

Brother, good day: What means this armed guard, Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Thai waits upon your grace ? Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;


Ilis majesty, Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.3 This con luci to convey me to the Tower. Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; Glo. Upon what cause? And now,-instead of mounting barbedt steeds, Cher.

Because my name is-George. To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,

Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of

yours ; He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber,

He should, for thai, commit your golfathers: To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.s

O, belike, his majesty hash some intent, But 1,--that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, That you shall be m'w cliristen'd in the Tower. Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; But what's the matter, C arence ? may I know? 1, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know; for, I protest, To strut before a warrion ambling nymph ;

As ver I do not: But, as I can learn, 1, that am curtail'd of this fair propor:ion,

He hearkens after prophecies, and dreams;
Chealed of feature by dissembling nature, And from the cross-row plucks the letter G,
Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time

And says—a wizard told him, that by G
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, His issue disinberited should be ;
And that so lamely and unfashionable,

And, for my name of George begins with G,
That dogs bark at me, as I halt hy them;-

It follows in his thought, that I am he : Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, These, as I learn, and such like loys as these, Have no delight to pass away the time;

Have mov'd his bighness to commit me now. Unless to spy my sharow in the sun,

Glo. Why, this it is, when men are rul'd by woAnd descant on mine own deformity;

men:And therefore,- since I cannot prove a lover, 'Tis not the king, that sends you to the Tower; To entertain these fair well-spoken days,

My Lady Grey, his wife, Clarence, 'tis she, I am determined to prove a villain,

That tempersi" him to this extremity. And hate the idle pleasures of these days. Was it not she, and that good man of worship, Plots have I laid, inductions' dangerous,

Antony Woodeville, her brother there, By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams, That made him send Lord Ilastings to the Tower; To set my brother Clarence, and the king, From whence this present day he is deliver'd ? In dearly hate the one against the other :

We are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe. And, if King Edward be as true and just,

Clar. By heaven, I think, there is no man secure,

1 The cognizance of Efward IV. wag a sun. in me. Legend of the Death of King Richard HI in the Mirror mory of the three suns which are said to have appeared for Magistrates, evidently imitateal from Shakspeare. at the battle which he gained over the Lancastrians al 6 Frature is proportion, or beauty, in general. By Mortimer's Cross.

dissembling is not meant hypocritical nature, that pre. 9. Made glorious by his manly chivalry,

tends one thing and Joes another; but nature, that puts With bruised arms and wreaths of victory." together things of a diseimilar kind, as a brave sout and

Rape of Lucrece. a deformed body. 3 Dances.

7 Preparations for mischief. 4 1. e. steels caparisoned or clothed in the trappings 9 This is from Holinched. Philip de Comines says of war.

The word is properly barded, from equus bar that the English at that time were never unfurnished datus, Latin of the middle ages.

with sone prophecy or other. by which they accounted 5 Is the warlike sound of drarn and trump turned to for every event. the soft noise of lyre and lute? The neighing of barbed 9 i. e. fancies, freaks of imagination steeds, whose loudness filled the air with terror, and 10 i. e. fram * his tenper, mendila it to this extre. whose breaths dimmed the sun with smoke, converted mity. This word in edicii used in the sanse feruative to delicate tunes and amorous glances.'- Lyly's Aler. sense by Spencer and other contemporaries of shak ander and Campaspe, 1584. There is a passage in the speare.


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But the queen's kindred, and night-walking

heralds Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence That trudge betwixt the king and Mistress Shore.

Heard you not, what an humble suppliant For they, that were your enemies, are his,
Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery ?. And have prevail'd as much on him, as you.
Glo. Humbly complaining to her deity

Hast. More pity that the eagle should be mew'd, Got my lord chamberlain his liberty.

While kites and buzzards prey at liberty. I'll tell you what, I think, it is our way,

Glo. What news abroad? If we will keep in favour with the king,

Hæst. No news so bad abroad as this at home ;To be her men, and wear her livery:

The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy, The jealous o'er-worn widow, and herself,' And his physicians fear him mightily.

Since that our brother dubb'd them gentlewomen, Glo. Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad in· Are mighty gossips in this monarchy.

deed. Brak. I beseech your graces both to pardon me; o, he hath kept an evil diet long, His majesty hath straitly given in charge,

And over-much consum'd his royal person; That no man shall have private conference, 'Tis very grievous to be thought upon. of what degree soever with his brother.

What, is he in his bed ? Glo. Even so ? an please your worship, Braken- Hast.

He is. bury,

Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you. You may partake of any thing we say:

[Exit HASTINGS. We speak no treason, man ;-We say, the king He cannot live, I hope ; and must not die Is wise and virtuous; and his noble queen

TU George be pack'd with posthorse up to heaven. Well struck in years;a fair, and not jealous : I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence, We say, that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot,

With 'lies well steel'd with weighty arguments; A cherry lip,

And, if I fail not in my deep intent, A bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue ;

Clarence hath not another day to live : And that the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks : Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy, How say you, sir ? can you deny all this?

And leave the world for me to bustle in! Brak. With this, my lord, myself have nought For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter :'. to do.

What though I kill'd her husband, and her father ? Glo. Naught to do with mistress Shore? I tell The readiest way to make the wench amends, thee, fellow,

Is—to become her husband, and her father : He that doth naught with her, excepting one,

The which will I; not all so much for love, Were best to do it secretly, alone.

As for another secret close intent, Brak. What one, my lord ?

By marrying her, which I must reach unto. Glo. Her husband, knave :-Would'st thou be- But yet I run before my horse to market: tray me?

Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives, and Bruk. I beseech your grace to pardon me; and,

reigns ; withal,

When they are gone, then must I count my gains. Forbear your conference with the noble duke.

[Exit. Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey."

SCENE II. The same. Another Street. Enter Glo. We are the queen's abjects," and must oboy.

the Corpse of King HENRY THE SIXTi, borne Brother, farewell: I will unto the king ;

in an open Coffin, Gentlemen bearing Halberds, to And whatsoever you will employ me in, -

guard it; and LADY ANNE as mourner. Were it, to call king Edward's widow—sister,- Anne. Set down, set down your honourable I will perform it to enfranchise you.

load, Mean time, this deep disgrace in brotherhood, If honour may be shrouded in a hearse, Touches me deeper than you can imagine. Whilst I a while obsequiouslya lament

Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well. The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster

Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long; Poor keycold figure of a boly king! I will deliver you, or else lie for you :

Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster! Mean time, have patience.

Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood !

I must perforce; farewell. Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost,
(Exeunt CLARENCE, BRAKENBURY, and to hear the lamentations of poor Anne,

Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son, Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er re- Stabb'd by the self-same hand that made these turn,

wounds! Simple, plain Clarence !—I do love thee so,

Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life, Thai I will shortly send thy soul to heaven, I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes :If heaven will take the present at our hands. o, cursed be the hand that made these holes ! But who comes here ? the new-deliver'd Hastings ? Cursed the heart, that had the heart to do it! Enter HASTINGS.

Cursed the blood, that let this blood from hence!

More direful hap betide that hated wretch, Hast. Good time of day unto my gracious lord! That makes us wretched by the death of thee,

Glo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain ! Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads,
Well are you welcome to this open air.

Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives!
How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment? If ever he have child, abortive be it,
Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners Prodigious, and untiinely brought to light,

Whose ugly and unnatural aspect
But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks,
That were the cause of my imprisonment.

To lip signified anciently to reside, or remain in a place,

as appears by many instances in these volumes. I The Queen and Shore.

6 A mew was a place in which falcons were kept, 2 This odd expression was preceded by others and being confined therein, while moulting, was metaequally singular, expressing what we now call . an ad.phorically used for any close place or places of confinevanced age.'

ment. The verb to meu was formed from the substan. 3 This and the three preceding speeches were proba. live. bly all designed for prose. It is at any ra'e impossible 7 Lady Anne, the betrothed widow of Edward princo that this line could have been intended for metre. of Wales. See King Henry VI. Part III

4 i. e. the lowest of her subjects. This substantive is 8 Funereal. found in Psalm xxxr. 15 Yea the very abjects came key, on account of the coldness of the metal together against me unawares, making mouths at me, which it is composed, was often employed to stop any and ceased not.'

Blight bleeding. The epithet is cominon lo many old Ho means, or else be imprisoned in your stead, writers.



May fright the hopeful mother at the view ; Glo. By such despair, I should accuse myself. And that be heir to his unhappiness !!

Anne. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand exIf ever he have wife, let her be made

cus'd; More miserable by the death of him,

For doing worthy vengeance on thyself,
Than I am made by my young lord, and thee ! - That didst unworthy slaughter upon others.
Come, now, toward Chertsey with your holy load, Glo. Say, that I slew them not?
Taken from Paul's to be interred there;


Why then, they are not dead : And, still as you are weary of the weight,

But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee. Kest you, whilst I lameut King Henry's corpse. Glo. I did not kill your husband. [The Bearers take up the Corpse, and advance. Anne.

Why, then he is alive. Enter GLOSTER.

Glo. Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's

hand. Glo. Stay you, that bear the corse, and set it

Anne. In thy foul throat thou liest ; Queen Mardown. Anne. What black magician conjures up this Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood;

garet saw fiend,

The which thou once didst bend against her breast, To stop devoted charitable deeds?

But that thy brothers beat aside the point. Glo. Villains, set down the corse ; or, by Saint

Glo. I was provoked by her sland'rous tongue, Paul,

That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders. I'll make a corse of him that disobeys.? I Gent. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin That never dreamt on aught but butcheries:

Anne. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind, pass. Glo. Unmanner'd dog! stand thou when I com

Didst thou not kill this king?

I grant ye.
Advance thy halberd higher than my breast,

Anne. Dost grant me, hedgehog? then, God grant

me too, Or, by Saint Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot,

Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed! And spurn upon thee, begyar, for thy boldness. [The Bearers set down the Coffin.

O, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous. Anne. What, do you tremble ? are you all afraid ?

Glo. The fitter for the King of heaven that hath

him. Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal, And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil. —

Anne. He is in heaven, where thou shalt never Avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell! Thou hadst but power over his mortal body,

Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send him His soul thou canst not have ; therefore, be gone.

thither; Glo. Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst.

For he was fitter for that place, than earth. Anne. Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and

Anne. And thou unfit for any place but hell.

Glo. Yes, one place else, if you will hear me trouble us not:

name it. For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell, Anne. Some dungeon. Fill'd it with curšing cries, and deep exclaims.


Your bed-chamber. If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, Behold this pattern of thy butcheries;

Anne. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou

liest! O, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds

Glo. So will it, madam, till I lie with you. Open their congeai'd mouths, and bleed afresh!“—

Anne. I hope so. Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity;

Glo. I know so.-But, gentle Lady Anne, For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood

To leave this keen encounter of our wils,
From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells; And fall somewhat into a slower method ;-
Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural,

Is not the causer of thu timeless deaths
Provokes this deluge most unnatural.-
O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death! As blameful as the executioner?

Of these Plantagenets, Henry, and Edward,
O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death!
Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murderer

Anne. Thou wast the cause, and most accurs'd

effect. dead,

Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect; Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick; As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood,

Your beauty, which did haunt me in my sleep,

To undertake the death of all the world, Which his hell-govern'd arm hath butchered !

So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. Glo. Lady, you know no rules of charity,

Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.

These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. Anne. Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor

Glo. These eyes could not endure that beauty's

wreck, No beast so fierce, but knows some touch of pity.

You should not blemish it, if I stood by ; Glo. But I know none, and therefore am no

As all the world is cheered by the sun,

So I by that; it is my day, my life.
Anne. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth !
Glo. More wonderful, when angels are so angry.-

Anne. Black nighi o'ershade thy day, and death

thy life! Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman,

Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature ; thou art or these supposed evils, to give me leave,

both. By circumstance, but to acquit myself.

Anne. I would I were, to be reveng'd on thee, Anne. Vouchsafe, diffus'd' infection of a man,

Glo. It is a quarrel most unnatural, For these known evils, but to give me leave,

To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee, By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self. 'Glo. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me To be reveng'd on lum ihat kill'd my husband.

Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable, have

Glo. He that berest thee, lady, of thy husband, Some patient leisure to excuse myself. Anne. Fouler than heart can think thee, thou Did it to help thee to a better husband.

Anne. His better doth not breathe upon the earth. canst make No excuse current, but to hang thyself.

the reason. The opinion seems to be derived from the I l. e. disposition to mischief.

ancient Swedes, or northern nations, from whom we de. 2 I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.'-Hamlet. scended; for they practised this method of trial in dubi. 3 Example.

ous cases.-See Pill's Allas ; Sıreden, p. 20. 4 This is from Holinshed. It is a tradition gene- 5 Diffus'd anciently signified dark, obscure, strange, rally received, that the murdered body bleeds on the uncou in, or confused. touch of the murderer. This was so much believed by 6 i. e. the crime of my brothers. He has just charged dir Kenelm Digby, that he has endeavoured to explain the murder of Lady Anne's husband on Edward.

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Glo. He lives, that loves you better than he could. Anne. I would, I knew thy heart
Anne. Name him.

Glo. 'Tis figurd in my tongue.

Anne. I fear me, both are false.

Why, that was he. Glo. Then never man was true.
Glo. The self-same name, but one of betier nature. Anne. Well, well, put up your sword.
Anne. Where is he?

Glo. Say then, my peace is made.

Here : [She spits at him.] Anne. That shall you know hereafter.

Why dosi thou spit at me? Glo. But shall I live in hope ? Anne. 'Would it were morial poison, for thy sake! Anne. All men, I hope, live so, Glo. Never came poison from so sweet a place. Glo. Vouchsafe to wear this ring. Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad.

Anne. To take, is not to give. Out of my sight! thou dost infect mine eyes.

(She puts on the ring. Glo. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. Glo. Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Anne. 'Would they were basilisks, to strike ihee Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heari; dead!

Wear both of them, for both of them are thine. Glo. I would they were, that I might die at once; And if thy poor devoted servant may For now they kill me with a living death."

But beg one favour at thy gracious hand,
Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever.
Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops : Anne. What is it?
These eyes, which never shed remorseful' tear,- Glo. That it may please you leave these sad
No,—when my father York and Edward wept,

To'hear the piteous moan that Rutland made, To him that hath more cause to be a mourner,
When black-fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him: And presently repair to Crosby-place :
Nor when thy warlike father, like a child,

Where-after I have solemnly interr'd,
Told the sad story of my father's death;

At Chertsey monast'ry this noble king,
And twenty times made pause, to sob, and weep, And wet his grave with my repentant tears,
That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks, I will with all expedient' duty see you:
Like trees bedash with rain :-in that sad time, For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you,
My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear ;*

Grant me this boon.
And what these sorrows could not thence exhale, Anne. With all my heart; and much it joys mo
Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping.

too, I never sued to friend, nor enemy;

To see you are become so penitent.My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word ; Tressel, and Berkley, go along with me. But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee,

Glo. Bid me farewell. My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to Anne.

'Tis more than you deserve. speak. (She looks scornfully at him. But, since you teach me how to flatter you, Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made Imagine I have said farewell already. For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.

(Exeunt LADY ANNE, TRESSEL, and If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,

BERKLEY. Lo! here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword; Glo. Sirs, take up the corse. Which is thou please to hide in this true breast, Gent.

Towards Chertsey, noble lord ? And let the soul forth that adoreth thee,

Glo. No,to White Friars; there attend my coming I lay it naked to the deadly stroke,

[Exeunt the rest, with the Corse. And humbly beg the death upon my knee.

Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? [He lays his breast open ; she offers at it with Was ever woman in this humour won ? his sword.

I'll have her,-but I will not keep her long. Nay, do not pause ; for I did kill King Henry ;- What! I, that kill'd her husband, and his father, Bui'lwas thy beauty that provoked me.5

To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; Nay, now despatch; 'twas I that stabb'd young With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, Edward ;--,

The bleeding witness of her hatred by; [ She again offers at his breast. With God, her conscience, and these bars against But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on.

me, (She lets fall the sword. And I no friends to baek my suit withal, Take up the sword again, or take up me.

But the plain devil, and dissembling looks,
Anne. Arise, dissembler: though I wish thy death, And yet to win her,--all the world to nothing!
I will not be thy executioner.

Glo. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. Hath she forgot already that brave prince,
Anne. I have already.

Edward, her lord, whom I some three months since, Glo.

That was in thy rage : Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury ?" Speak it again, and, eren with the word,

A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman, This hand, which, for thy love, did kill thy love, Fram'd in the prodigality of nature, Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love;

Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal,To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary. The spacious world cannot again afford :

I See notes on King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 2. ; and King lately the warehouse of an eminent packer. Sir J. Henry VI. Part II. Ace iii. Sc. 2.

Crosby's tomb is in the neighbouring church of St. He. 2 We have the same expression in Venus aod Adonis len the Great. applied to love :

7 i. e. expeditious. 'For I have heard it is a life in death

8 Cibber, who altered King Richard III. for the stage, That laughs and weeps, and all but with a breath.' was so thoroughly convinced of the improbability of Pope adopts it :

this scene, that he thought it necessary to make Tressel a living death I bear,

say : Says Dapperwit, and suuk beside his chair.'

"When future chronicles shall speak of this, 3 Piuful.

They will be thought romance, not history." 4 Here is an apparent reference to King Henry VI. The embassy under Lord Macartney to China witnessed Part III. Act. ii. Sc. 1.

the representation of a play in a iheatre at Tien-sing 5 Shakspeare countenances the observation that no with a similar incongruous plot. woman can ever be offended with the mention of her 9 This fixes the exact time of the scene to August, beauty.

1471. King Edward, however, is introduced in the se. 6 Crosby Place is now Crosby Square, in Bishopsgate cond acı dying. That king djert in April, 1483; conseStreet. This magnificent house was built in 1.466, by quently there is an interval between this and the next Sir John Crosby, grocer and woolman. He died in 1475. act of almost twelve years. Clarence, who is reThe ancient hall of this fabric is still remaining, though presented in the preceding scene as committed to the divided by an additional foor, and encumbered with ino. Tower before the burial of King Henry VI. was in fack dern galleries, having been converted into a place of not confined nor put to death ull March, 1477-8, seven worship for Antinomians, &c. The upper part of it was years afterwards.




And will she yet abase her eyes on me,

Buck. Ay, madarn: he desires to make atoneThat cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince,

ment And made her widow to a woful bed ?

Between the duke of Gloster and your brothers, On1 whose all not equals Edward's moiety? And between them and my lord chamberlain; 0:1 me, that halt, and am misshapen thus? And sent to warn them to bis royal presence. Mv dukedom to a beggarly denier,'

Q. Eliz. 'Would all were well ! --But that will I do mistake my person all this while:

never be ;-
Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot, I fuar, our happiness is at the height.
Myself to be a marvellous proper man.
I'll be at charges for a looking-glass;

Enter GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and DORSET. And entertain a score or two of tailors,

Glo. They do me wrong, and I will not endure To study fashions to adorn my body : Since I am crept in favour with myself,

Who are they, that complain unto the king, I will main ain it with some little cost.

That 1, forsooth, am stern, and love them not? But, hrst, I'll turn yon fellow in his

grave; And then return lamen ing to my love.

By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly,

That til luis ears with such dissentious rumours. Siing out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass,

Because I cannot fatter, and speak fair, Toat I inay see my shadow as I pass.

Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, SCENE III.

The sime.

A Room in the Palace. Puck with French nods and apish courtesy, Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, LORD RIVERS, and

I must be held a rancorous enemy. LORD GREY.

Cannot a plain man live, and think no harm,

But thus his simple truih must be abus'd Riv. Have patience, madam; there's no doubt By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks? his majesty

Grey. To whom in all this presence speaks your Will soon recover his accustom'd health.

grace? Grey. In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse : Glo. To thee, that hast nor honesty, nor grace. Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comfort, When have l injured thee? when done thee wrong? And cheer his grace with quick and merry worils. Or thee?-or thee ?-or any of your faction ? Q. Eliz. If he were dead, what would betide of A plague upon you all! His royal grace, , ine ?

Whom God preserve better than you would wish!Grey. No other harm, but loss of such a lord. Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing while, Q. Eliz. The loss of such a lord includes all But you must trouble him with lewd complaints. harms.

Q. Eliz. Brother of Gloster, you inistake the Grey. The heavens have bless'd you with a

matter: goodly son,

The king, of his own royal disposition, To be your comforter when he is gone.

And no provok'd by any suitor else ; Q. Eliz. Ah, he is young; and his minority Aiming, Lelike, at your interior hatred, Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloster,

That in your outward action shows itself, A man that loves not me, nor none of you.

Against my children, brothers, and myself, Riv. Is it concluded, he shall be protector ? Makes him to send : that thereby he may gather

Q. Eliz. It is determin'd, not concluded yet :* The ground of your ill will, and so remove it. Bul so it must be, if the king miscarry.

Glo. I cannot tell ;'— The world is grown so bad, Ender BUCKINGHAM and STANLEY.S

That wrens may prey where eagles dare not perch:

Since every Jacklu became a gentleman, Grey. Here come the lords of Buckingham and There's many a gentle person made a Jack. Stanley.

Q. Eliz. Come, come, we know your meaning, Buck. Good time of day unto your roval grace !

brother Gloster ; Slan. God make your majesty joyful as you have you envy my advancement, and my

friends'; been !

God grant, we never may have need of you!"
Q. Eliz. The Countess Richmond, good my Glo. Meantime, God grants that we have neod

lord of Stanley,
To your good prayer will scarcely say-amen. Our brother is imprison'd by your means,
Yel, Stanley, notwithstanding she's your wife, Myself disgrac'd, and the nobility
And loves not me, be you, good lord, assur'd, Held in contempt; while great promotions
I hate not you for her proud arrogance.

Are daily given, to ennoble those
Stan. I do beseech you, either not believe That scarce, somne two days since, were worth a
The envious slanders of her false accusers;

noble. Or, if she be accus'd on true report,

Q. Eliz. By Him, that rais'd me to this careful Bear with her weakness, which, I think, proceeds

From wayward sickness, and no grounded malice. From that contented hap which I enjoy'd,
Q. Eliz. Saw you the king to-day, my lord of I never did incense his majesty
Stanley ?

Against the duke of Clarence, but have been
Stan. But now, the duke of Buckingham, and I, An earnest advocate to plead for him.
Are come from visiting his majesty.

My lord, you do me shameful injury,
Q. Eliz What likelihood of his amendment, lords? Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects.
Buck. Madam, good hope; his grace speaks Glo. You may deny that you were not the causo

of my Lord Hastings' late imprisonment. Q. Eliz. God grant him health! Did you confer Riv, She may, my lord; forwith him ?

Glo. She may, Lord Rivers ?-why, who knows

not so ?' I A small coin, the twelfth part of a French sou8.

2 Marvellous is here used adverbia!ly. A proper man, Somersel. After the death of her first husband, Ed. in old language, was a well.proportioned one.

mund Tudor, earl of Richmond, half-brother to King 3 In for into.

Heury VI. by whom she had only one son, afterwards 4 Determin'd signifies the final conclusion of the King Henry VII., she married Sir Henry Stafford, unele will: concludell, what cannot be altered by reason of to Humphry, duke of Buckingham. some act, consequent on the final judgment.

7 i. e. summon. ó By inadvertence, in the old copies Derby is put for 9 Leidd here signifies idle, ungracious; and not rude, Stanley. The person meant was Thomas Lord Stanley, ignorant, as Steevens asserts. lord steward of King Edward the Fourth's household. 91. e. I cannot tell what to say or think of it. But he was not created earl of Derby, till after the ac. 10 This proverbial expression at once demonstrates cession of King Henry VII. In the nurth and fifth acts the origin of the term Jack, so often used by Shakspeare. of this play, he is every where called Lord Stanley. it means one of the very lowest class of people, atuong

Margaret, daughter to John Beaufort, first duke of whom this name is most common and familiar.

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