GLO. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it.
ANNE. I have already.

GLO. That was in thy rage:

Speak it again, and even with thy word,

This hand, which for thy love, did kill thy love,
Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love;

To both their deaths fhalt thou be acceffary.
ANNE. I would I knew thy heart.
GLO. 'Tis figur'd in my tongue.
ANNE. I fear me, both are fale.

GLO. Then never man was true.
ANNE. Well, well, put up your fword.
GLO. Say then, my peace is made.

ANNE. That shalt thou know hereafter.
GLO. But fhall I live in hope?

ANNE. All men, I hope, live fo.

GLO. Vouchfafe to wear this ring. She puts on the ring.

Look, how my ring encompasseth thy finger,

Ev'n fo thy breast encloseth my poor heart;

Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.
And if thy poor devoted fuppliant 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 thefe fad defigns To him that hath more cause to be a mourner; And prefently 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 so penitent.

Traffel and Barkley, go along with me.

GLO. Bid me farewel.

ANNE. 'Tis more than you deserve :

But fince you teach me how to flatter you,
Imagine, I have said farewel already.

GLO. Sirs, take up the coarse.

[Exeunt two with Anne.

GENT. Towards Chertsey, noble lord?

GLO. No, to White-Fryars, 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 hei- -but I will not keep her long.
What! I that kill'd her husband, and his father!
To take her in her heart's extreame hate,
With curfes in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
The bleeding witness of her hatred by:
With God, her conscience, 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 she 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 debase her eyes on me,
That cropt the golden prime of this sweet prince,
And made her widow to a woful bed?

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

I do mistake my perfon all this while;
Upon my life, fhe finds, although I cannot,
Myself to be a marvellous proper man.
I'll be at charges for a looking-glass,
And entertain a score or two of taylors,
To ftudy fashions to adorn my body:
Since I am crept in favour with myself,
I will maintain it with fome little coft.
But first I'll turn yon fellow in his grave,
And then return lamenting to my love.
Shine out, fair fun, till I have bought a glass,
That I may see my shadow as I pass.

SCENE III. Changes to the Palace.

Enter the Queen, Lord Rivers, and Lord Gray.

[Exit.

Riv. Have patience, madam, there's no doubt his majesty Will foon recover his accuftom'd health.

GRAY. In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse;
Therefore, for God's lake, 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 loss of fuch a lord.

QUEEN. The loss 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 into the truft of Richard Glo'fter.
A man that loves not me, nor none of you.
RIV. Is it concluded, he fhall be protector?
QUEEN. It is determin'd, not concluded yet:
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 !
STAN. God make your majesty joyful as you have been!
QUEEN. The countefs Richmond, good my lord of
Stanley,

To your good pray'r will scarcely say, 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 beseech you, either not believe
The envious flanders of her falfe accufers :
Or, if the be accufed 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 ?
STAN. 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 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 Glo'fter and your brothers.
And between them and my lord Chamberlain;
And fent to warn them to his royal prefence.

QUEEN. 'Would all were well-but that will never be I fear our happiness is at the height.

Enter Gloucefter.

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, 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 fimple truth must be abus'd

By filken, fly, infinuating Jacks?

GRAY. To whom in all this presence speaks your grace? GLO. To thee, that haft not honefty, 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 perfon,

Whom God preserve better than you would wifh,
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 else,

Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred,

That in your outward action fhews itself
Against my children, brothers, and myself;
Makes him to fend that he may learn the ground

Of your ill will, and thereby to remove it.