Anne. With all my Heart, and much it joys me too, To fee you are become fo penitent. Treffel and Barkley, go along with me. Glo. Bid me farewel. Anne. 'Tis more than you deferve: But fince you teach me how to flatter you, Imagine I have faid farewel already. [Exeunt two with Anne. Gent. Towards Chertsey, Noble Lord? Glo. Now to White-Friars, there attend my coming. Was ever Woman in this humour woo'd? Was ever Woman in this humour won? [Exit Coarse. I'll have her but I will not keep her long. Having God, her Confcience, and thefe Bars against me, But the plain Devil and diffembling Looks: Hath fhe forgot already that brave Prince, Edward, her Lord, whom I, fome three Months fince, A fweeter and a lovelier Gentleman, Young, Valiant, Wife, and, no doubt, right Royal, That cropt the Golden prime of this fweet Prince, On me, whofe All not equals Edward's Moiety? Since I am crept in favour of my felf, I will maintain it with fome little Coft. But first I'll turn yon Fellow in his Grave, Shine out, fair Sun, 'till I have bought a Glass, That I Enter the Queen, Lord Rivers, and Lord Gray. [Exit. Riv. Have patience, Madam, there is no doubt, his Majefty Will foon recover his accuftom'd Health. Gray. In that you brook it ill, it makes him worfe, Therefore for God's fake entertain good Comfort, And cheer his Grace with quick and merry Eyes. Queen. If he were dead, what would betide on me? Gray. No other harm, but lofs of fuch a Lord. Queen. The lofs of fuch a Lord includes all harms. Gray. The Heavens have bleft you with a goodly Son To be your Comforter when he is gone. Queen. Ah! he is young, and his Minority Is put unto the truft of Richard Glo'fter, Enter Buckingham and Derby. Gray. Here comes the Lords of Buckingham and Derby. Buck. Good time of Day unto your Royal Grace. Derby. God make your Majefty joyful, as you have been. Queen. The Countess Richmond, good my Lord of Derby, To your good Prayer will fcarcely fay, Amen; Yet Derby, notwithstanding she's your Wife, And loves not me, be you, good Lord, affur'd, I hate not you for her proud Arrogance. Derby. I do befeech you, either not believe The envious Slanders of her falfe Accufers: Or if the be accus'd on true report, Bear with her weakness; which I think proceeds From From wayward Sickness, and no grounded Malice. Queen. What likelihood of his Amendment, Lords? -but that will never be--- Enter Gloucefter. Glo. They do me wrong, and I will not endure it, That I, forfooth, am ftern, and love them not? Cannot a plain Man live and think no harm, Gray. To whom in all this prefence speaks your Grace? A Plague upon you all. His Royal Grace, But you must trouble him with lewd Complaints. And not provok'd by any Suitor elfe, Aming, belike, at your interior hatred, Glo. Glo. I cannot tell the World is grown so bad, There's many a gentle Perfon made a Jack. [Glofter, Queen. Come, come, we know your meaning, Brother You envy my Advancement, and my Friends: God grant we never may have need of you. Glo. Mean time God grants that I have need of you. Our Brother is imprifon'd by your means, My felf difgrac'd, and the Nobility Held in Contempt, while great Promotions That scarce, fome two Days fince, were worth a Noble. Inever did incenfe his Majefty Against the Duke of Clarence, but have been An earnest Advocate to plead for him. My Lord, you do me fhameful Injury, Glo. You may deny, that you were not the meant Riv. She may, my Lord, for Glo. She may, Lord Rivers, why who knows not fc? She may help you to many fair Preferments, Glo. What marry may fhe? marry with a King, I wis your Grandam had a worfer match. Queen. My Lord of Glo'fter, I have too long born Of those grofs taunts, that oft I have endur'd. H Enter Enter Queen Margaret. Q. Mar. And leffen'd be that fmall, God I beseech him: Thy Honour, State and Seat, is due to me. Glo. What! threat you me with telling of the King? I will avouch't in prefence of the King: I dare adventure to be fent to th' Tower. 'Tis time to speak, My Pains are quite forgot, Q. Mar. Out Devil! I do remember them too well: Thou kill'dft my Husband Henry in the Tower, Glo. E'er you were Queen, I was a pack-Horfe in his great Affairs; your Husband Gray Glo. In all which time, you and What you have been e'er this, and what you are; Q. Mar. A murth'ious Villain, and fo ftill thou art. Glo. To fight on Edward's party for the Crown, I would to God my Heart were Flint, like Edward's, I am too childish foolish for this World. Q. Mar. Hie thee to Hell for fhame, and leave this World, Thou Cacodæmon, there thy Kingdom is. Riv. My Lord of Glo'fter, in those busie Days, Gl.. |