Shine out, fair fun, 'till I have bought a glass,
That I may fee my fhadow as I pafs.

SCENE III.

The palace.

[Exit.

Enter the Queen, Lord Rivers her brother, and Lord Grey her fon.

Riv. Have patience, madam; there's no doubt, his majefty

Will foon recover his accuftom'd health.

Grey. In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse: Therefore, for God's fake, entertain good comfort, And chear his grace with quick and merry words. Queen. If he were dead, what would betide of me? Grey. No other harm, but lofs of fuch a lord. Queen. The lofs of fuch a lord includes all harms. Grey. The heavens have blefs'd 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 Glofter,
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 fo it must be, if the king miscarry.

Enter Buckingham, and Stanley.

Grey. Here come the lords of Buckingham and Stanley.

Buck.

2 It is determin'd, not concluded yet :] Determin'd fignifies the final conclufion of the will: concluded, what cannot be altered by reason of some act, confequent on the final judgment.

WARBURTON.

3 Here come the lords of Buckingham and Derby.] This is a blun

Buck. Good time of day unto your royal grace! Stanley. God make your majesty joyful as you have

been!

Queen. The countess Richmond, good my lord of
Stanley,

To your good prayer will scarcely fay―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.

Stanley. I do befeech you, either not believe
The envious flanders of her falfe accufers;
Or, if the be accus'd on true report,

Bear with her weaknefs, which, I think, proceeds
From wayward fickness, and no grounded malice.
Queen. Saw you the king to-day, my lord of
Stanley ?

Stanley, But now the duke of Buckingham, and I, Are come from vifiting 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. Ay, madam : he defires to make atonement 4 Between the duke of Glofter and your brothers,

der of inadvertence, which has run through the whole chain of impreffions. It could not well be original in Shakespeare, who was most minutely intimate with his hiftory, and the intermarriages of the nobility. The perfon here called Derby, was Thomas lord Stanley, lord fteward of king Edward the fourth's houfhold. But this Thomas lord Stanley was not created earl of Derby till after the acceffion of Henry the feventh; and accordingly, afterwards, in the fourth and fifth acts of this play, before the battle of Bofworth-field, he is every where called lord Stanley. This fufliciently juflifies the change I have made in his title.

THEOBALD. ↑ Ay, madam: he defires to make atonement] Thus all the old editions that I have seen; but Mr. Pope altered it thus :

"Madam, we did; he feeks to make atonement;" and has been followed by fucceeding editors. STEEVENS.

And

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 Glofter, Haftings, and Dorfet.

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 speak fair,
Smile in men's faces, fmooth, 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?

Grey. To whom in all this prefence speaks your grace?

Glo. To thee, that haft nor 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 grace,-
Whom God preferve better than you would with!-
Cannot be quiet fcarce a breathing while,

But you must trouble him with lewd complaints.
Queen. Brother of Glofter, you miftake the matter:
The king-of his own royal difpofition,
And not provok'd by any fuitor elfe;
Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred,
That in your outward action fhews itself,
Against my children, brothers, and myself;

to warn them] i. e. to fummon. So, in Julius Cæfar: 66 They mean to warn us at Philippi here." STEEVENS. Makes

Makes him to fend; that thereby he may gather The ground of your ill-will, and fo remove it.

Glo. I cannot tell ;-The world is grown fo bad, That wrens may prey where eagles dare not perch: Since every Jack became a gentleman,

There's many a gentle perfon made a Jack.

Queen. Come, come, we know your meaning,
brother Glofter;

You envy my advancement, and my friends:
God grant, we never may have need of you!
Glo. Meantime, God grants that we have need of

you:

Our brother is imprison'd by your means,
Myself disgrac'd, and the nobility

Held in contempt; while great promotions

Are daily given, to enoble those

That scarce, fome two days fince, were worth a noble. Queen. By Him, that rais'd me to this careful height From that contented hap which I enjoy'd,

I never did incense his majesty

Against the duke of Clarence, but have been
An earnest advocate to plead for him.

My lord, you do me fhameful injury,

Falfely to draw me in these vile fufpects.

Glo. You may deny that you were not the cause Of my lord Haftings' late imprisonment. Riv. She may, my lord; for

Glo. She may, lord Rivers?-why, who knows not fo?

She may do more, fir, 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 defert.
What may the not? She may,-ay, marry, may fhe,-
Riv. What, marry, may fhe?

6. Of your ill-will, &c.] This line is restored from the first editión. POPE.

Glo

Glo. What, marry, may fhe? marry with a king, A batchelor, a handfome ftripling too:

I wis, your grandam had a worfer match.

Queen. My lord of Glofter, I have too long borne Your blunt upbraidings, and your bitter fcoffs: By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty, Of thofe grofs taunts I often have endur❜d. I had rather be a country fervant-maid, Than a great queen, with this conditionTo be fo baited, fcorn'd, and ftormed at: Small joy have I in being England's queen.

Enter Queen Margaret, behind.

2. Mar. And leffen'd be that small, God, I beseech thee!

Thy honour, ftate, and feat, is due to me.

Glo. What! threat you me with telling of the king? "Tell him, and spare not; look, what I have faid I will avouch in prefence of the king:

I dare adventure to be fent to the Tower.

8.

"Tis time to speak, my pains are quite forgot. 2. Mar. 9 Out, devil! I remember them too well: Thou kill'dft my husband Henry in the Tower, And Edward, my poor fon, at Tewksbury.

Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or your husband king,

Tell him, and fpare not; look, what I have faid] This verfe I have restored from the old quarto's. THEOBALD.

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my pains] My labours; my toils. JOHNSON.

9 Out, devil! -] Read, No. WARBURTON.

There is no need of change; but if there were, the commentator does not change enough. He fhould read ;

I remember them too well;

that is, his pains. JOHNSON.

Mr. Lambe observes in his notes on the ancient metrical hiftory of the Battle of Floddon Field, that out is an interjection of abhorrence or contempt, most frequent in the mouths of the common people of the north. It occurs again in act IV:

out on ye, owls!" STEEVENS.