Belike, his majesty hath some intent, That you should be new chriftened in the Tower. He hearkens after prophefies and dreams, And, for my name of George begins with G, GLO, Why, this it is, when men are rul'd by women, 'Tis not the king that fends you to the Tower, My lady Gray, his wife, Clarence, 'tis fhe That tempts him to this harsh extremity. Was it not she, and that good man of worship, That made him fend lord Haftings to the Tower? CLA. By heav'n, I think, there is no man fecure The jealous, o'erworn widow, and herself, Since that our brother dubb'd them gentlewomen,' BRAK. I beg your graces both to pardon me: That no man fhall have private conference, GLO. Ev'n fo, an't pleafe your worship. Brackenbury, You may partake of any thing we say, We speak no treason, man――we say, the king. BRAK. With this, my lord, myself have nought to do. GLO. What, fellow ? nought to do with mistress Shore? I tell you. fir, he that doth naught with her, Excepting one, were best to do it fecretly. GLO. Her husband, knave-wouldst thou betray me? CLA. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey. Brother, farewel: I will unto the king, CLA. I know it pleaseth neither of us well. GLO. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long, I will deliver you, or else lye for you : Mean time, have patience. CLA. I must perforce; farewel. [Exe. Brack. Clar. GLO. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return : Simple, plain Clarence!-I do love thee fo, That I will shortly fend thy foul to heav'n, If heav'n will take the prefent at our hands. -But who cons here? the new-deliver'd Haftings? Enter Lord Haftings. HAST. Good time of day unto my gracious lord. How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment? HAST. With patience, noble lord, as pris'ners must : But I fhall live, my lord, to give them thanks, That were the cause of my imprisonment. GLO. No doubt, no doubt; and fo fhall Clarence too; For they, that were your enemies, are his, And have prevail'd as much on him as you. HAST. More pity, that the eagle fhould be mew'd, While kites and buzzards prey at liberty. GLO. What news abroad? HAST. No news fo bad abroad, as this at home; The king is fickly, weak and melancholy, And his phyficians fear him mightily. GLO. Now, by St. Paul, that news is bad, indeed, O, he hath kept an evil diet long, And over-much confum'd his royal perfon : 'Tis very grievous to be thought upon. Where is he, in his bed? HAST. He is. GLO. Go you before, and I will follow you. [Exit Haftings. He cannot live, I hope; and muft not die, I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence, With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments; Clarence hath not another day to live: Which done, God take king Edward to his mercy; For then, I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter; By marrying her, which I must reach unto. Clarence ftill breathes, Edward still lives and reigns; SCENE II. Changes to a Street. Enter the coarfe of Henry the fixth, with halberts to guard it, Lady Anne being the mourner. ANNE. Set down, fet down your honourable load, Thou bloodlefs remnant of that royal blood! To hear the lamentations of poor Anne, Stabb'd by the felf-fame hand that made these wounds. I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes. May fright the hopeful mother at the view, Than I am made by my young lord and thee! And still, as you are weary of this weight, Reft you, while I lament king Henry's coarse. Enter Richard Duke of Gloucester. GLO. Stay you, that bear the coarfe, and set it down. ANNE. What black magician conjures up this fiend, To ftop devoted charitable deeds? GLO. Villains, fet down the ccarfe; or, by St. Paul, I'll make a coarfe of him that difebeys. |