Glo. That it may please you leave these sad designs To him that hath more cause to be a mourner, And presently repair to Crosby-place:1 Where-after I have solemnly interr'd, At Chertsey monast'ry this noble king, And wet his grave with my repentant tears,I will with all expedient duty see you: For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you, Grant me this boon. Anne. With all my heart; and much it joys me To see you are become so penitent. Tressel, and Berkley, go along with me. Glo. Bid me farewell. [too, 'Tis more than you deserve: Anne. [Exeunt Lady ANNE, TRESSEL, and BERKLEY. Glo. Take up the corse, sirs. Gent. Towards Chertsey, noble lord? Glo. No, to White-Friars; there attend my coming. Exeunt the rest, with the corse. Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? Was ever woman in this humour won? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What! I, that kill'd her husband, and his father, With God, her conscience, and these bars against me, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, And yet to win her, all the world to nothing! Ha! Hath she forgot already that brave prince, Edward, her lord, whom I some three months since, Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury? Where Gloster had a house. Now Crosby-square, near Bishopsgate-street. A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,— Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal,'- That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince, On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety? I do mistake my person all this while : [Exit. SCENE III.-The same. A room in the palace. Enter Queen ELIZABETH, Lord RIVERS, and Riv. Have patience, madam: there's no doubt, his majesty Will soon recover his accustom'd health. Grey. In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse: Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comfort, And cheer his grace with quick and merry words. Q. Eliz. If he were dead, what would betide of me? Grey. No other harm, but loss of such a lord. Perhaps loyal, i. e. true to her. Q. Eliz. The loss of such a lord includes all harms. Q. Eliz. Ah, he is young; and his minority Enter BUCKINGHAM and Stanley. Grey. 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! Q. Eliz. The countess Richmond, good my lord of To your good prayer will scarcely say-amen. Stan. I do beseech you, either not believe Bear with her weakness, which, I think, proceeds Stan. But now, the duke of Buckingham, and I, Are come from visiting his majesty. Q. Eliz. What likelihood of his amendment, lords? Buck. Madam, good hope; his grace speaks cheerfully. Q. Eliz. God grant him health! Did you confer with him? Buck. Ay, madam: he desires to make atonement' 1i. e. reconciliation. Between the duke of Gloster and your brothers, Q. Eliz. 'Would all were well!-But that will never I fear, our happiness is at the height. [be ; Enter GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and DORSET. Cannot a plain man live, and think no harm, Grey. To whom in all this presence speaks your grace? Glo. To thee, that hast nor honesty, nor grace. But you must trouble him with lewd complaints. 1 to warn, to summon. Glo. I cannot tell;--The world is grown so bad, That wrens may prey where eagles dare not perch: Since every Jack became a gentleman, There's many a gentle person made a Jack. Q. Eliz. Come, come, we know your meaning, brother Gloster; You envy my advancement, and my friends; Glo. Meantime, God grants that we have need of Our brother is imprison'd by your means, Myself disgrac'd, and the nobility Held in contempt; while great promotions Are daily given, to ennoble those [you: That scarce, some two days since, were worth a noble. Q. Eliz. By Him, that rais'd me to this careful From that contented hap which I enjoy'd, I never did incense his majesty Against the duke of Clarence, but have been [height Glo. You may deny that you were not the cause Of my lord Hastings' late imprisonment. Glo. She may, lord Rivers?—why, who knows not She may do more, sir, than denying that: She may help you to many fair preferments; And then deny her aiding hand therein, And lay those honours on your high desert. [so? What may she not? She may,-ay, marry, may she,-Riv. What, marry, may she? Glo. What, marry, may she? marry with a king, A bachelor, a handsome stripling too : I wis, your grandam had a worser match. Q. Eliz. My lord of Gloster, I have too long borne Your blunt upbraidings, and your bitter scoffs: By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty, Of those gross taunts I often have endur'd. I had rather be a country servant-maid, P |