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SIR. Richard RAtclip F.

Sir William CATEsby.


SIR. JAMEs Blount.


SIR. Rob ERT BRAKENBury, Lieutenant of the Tower.

Christopher URswick, a Priest.

Another Priest.

Lord Mayor of London.

Sheriff of Wiltshire.

Elizabeth, Queen of King Edward IV.

MARoaker, Widow of King Henry VI.

Duchess of York, Mother to King Edward IV., Clarence, and Gloster.

LApy ANNE, Widow of Edward, Prince cf Wales, Son to King Henry VI.; afterwards married to the Duke of Gloster.

A young Daughter of Clarence.

Lords, and other Attendants; two Gentlemen, a Poorsuitant, Scrivener, Citizens, Murderers, Messengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, &c.


ACT I. Scene I.-London. A Street. Enter GLOSTER.

Glo. Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And o the clouds, that lowr'd upon our house, In the deep bosom of the ocean bury'd. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds, To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber, To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I,_that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform’d, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable,

That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them;-
Why I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time;
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun,
And descant on mine own deformity;
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain,
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams,
To set my brother Clarence, and the king,
In deadly hate the one against the other:
And, if king Edward be as true and just,
As I am subtle, false, and treacherous,
This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up;
About a prophecy, which says—that G
Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be. [comes.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here Clarence

Enter Clarence, guarded, and BRAKENbury.

Brother good day: What means this armed guard, That waits upon your grace?

. His majesty, Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower.


Glo. Upon what cause? Clar. Because my name is—George. Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours; He should, for that, commit your godfathers:— O, belike, his majesty hath some intent, That you shall be new christen’d in the Tower. But what's the matter, Clarence? may I know? Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know; for, I protest, As yet I do not: But, as I can learn, fo. after prophecies, and dreams; And from the cross-row plucks the letter G, And says—a wizard told him, that by G His issue disinherited should be; And, for my name of George begins with G, It follows in his thought, that I am he . These, as I learn, and such like toys as these, Have mov’d his highness to commit me now. Glo. Why, this it is, when men are rul’d by women;– 'Tis not the king, that sends you to the Tower; My lady Grey, his wife, Clarence, ’tis she, That tempers him to this extremity. Was it not she, and that good man of worship, Antony Woodeville, her brother there, That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower; From whence this present day he is deliver'd? We are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe. Clar. By heaven, I think, there is no man secure, But the queen's kindred, and night-walking heralds That o: betwixt the o Mistress Shore. Heard you not, what an humble suppliant Lord Hastings was to her for his ..., Glo. Humbly complaining to her deity Got my lord chamberlain his liberty. I'll tell you what, I think, it is our way, If we will keep in favour with the king, To be her men, and wear her livery: The jealous o'er-worn widow, and herself, Since that our brother dubb'd them gentlewomen, Are mighty gossips in this monarchy. Brak. I beseech your graces both to pardon me; His majesty hath straitly given in charge, That no man shall have private conference, Of what degree soever, with his brother. Glo. Even so? an please your worship, You may partake of anything we say: We speak no treason, man; We say, the king Is wise, and virtuous; and his noble queen Well struck in years; fair, and not jealous:— We say, that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot, A cherry lip, A bonny eye, a

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assing pleasing tongue; And the o'. made gentlefolks: How say you, sir? can you deny all this? Brak. With this, my lord, myself have nought to do. thee, fellow, Glo. Naught to do with mistress Shore? I tell He that doth naught with her, excepting one, Were best to do it secretly, alone. Brak. What one, my lord? Glo. Her husband, knave:—Would'st thou betray me? [withal, Brak. I beseech your grace to pardon me; and, Forbear vour conference with the noble duke. Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey. Glo. We o the queen's abjects, and must obey. Brother, farewell: } will unto the king; And whatsoe'er you will employ me in, Were it, to call H. Edward's widow—sister,I will perform it to enfranchise you. Meantime, this deep disgrace in brotherhood, Touches me deeper than you can imagine. Clar. I know it pleaseth neither of us well. Glo. Well, your imprisonment shall not be long; I will deliver you, or ie

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Glo. 6. tread the path that thou shalt ne'er re-
Simple, plain Clarence!—I do love thee so,
That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven,
If heaven will take the present at our hands.
But who comes here? the new-deliver'd Hastings?
Hast. Good time of day unto my gracious lord!
Flo. As much unto my good lord chamberlain!

Well are you welcome to this open air.
How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment?

Hast. With patience, noble lord, as prisoners

must: But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks, That were the cause of my imprisonment. [too; Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence For they, that were your enemies, are his, And have prevail'd as much on him, as you. Hast. More pity, that the eagle should be mew'd, While kites and buzzards prey at liberty. Glo. What news abroad? Hast. No news so bad abroad, as this at home;— The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy, And '''. fear him mightily. Glo. Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad indeed. Q, he hath kept an evil diet long, And over-much consum'd his royal person; 'Tis very grievous to be thought upon. What, is he in his bed?

ast. He is. Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you. - [Exit Hastings.

He cannot live, I hope; and must not die,
Till George be pack'd with posthorse up to heaven.
I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence,
With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments;
And, if I fail not in my deep intent,
Clarence hath not another day to live:
Which done, God take king Edward to his mercy,
And leave the world for me to bustle in
For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter:
What though I kill'd her husband, and her father?
The readiest way to make the wench amends,
Is—to become her husband, and her father:
The which will I; not all so much for love,
As for another secret close intent,
By o her, which I must reach unto.
But yet I run before my horse to market:
Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives, and

reigns; When they are gone, then must I count my o; Exit.

SCENE II.-The same. Another Street.

Enter the corpse of KING Henry. The Sixth, borne

in an open coffin, Gentlemen bearing halberds, to

guard it; and Lady ANNE as mourner.

Anne. Set down, set down your honourable load, If honour may be shrouded in a hearse, Whilst I a while obsequiously lament The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.— Poor key-cold figure of a holy king! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost, To hear the lamentations of poor Anne, Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son, Stabb'd by the self-same hand that made these

wounds !

Lo, in these windows, that let forth thy life,
I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes:–
O, cursed be the hand that made these holes'
Cursed the heart, that had the heart to do it!
Cursed the blood, that let this blood from hence!
More direful hap betide that hated wretch,
That makes us wretched by the death of thee,
Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads,
Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives'
If ever he have child, abortive be it,


Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,
Whose ugly and unnatural aspéct
May fright the hopeful mother at the view;
And that be heir to his unhappiness!
If ever he have wife, let her be made
More miserable by the death of him, .
Than I am made by my young lord, and thee!—
Come, now, toward Chertsey with your holy load,
Taken from Paul's to be interred there;
And, still as you are weary of the weight,
Rest you, whiles I lament king Henry's corse.
[The bearers take up the corpse, and advance.

Enter Gloster.

Glo. Stay you, that bear the corse, and set it down. - [fiend, Anne. What black magician conjures up this To stop devoted charitable deeds? o Glo. Villains, set down the corse; or, by St. Paul, I'll make a corse of him that disobeys. 1 Gent. My lord, stand back, and let the coffin ass. [mand: Glo. tomimera dog! stand thou when I comAdvance thy halberd higher than my breast, Or, by Saint Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot, And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness, (The bearers set down the coffin.) Anne. What, do you tremble? are you all afraid? Alas, I blame you not, for you are mortal, And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.Avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell! Thou had'st but power over his mortal body, His soul thou canst not have; therefore, be gone. Glo. Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst. Anne. Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and trouble us not; + For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell, Fill'd it with cursing cries, and deep exclaims. If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, Behold this pattern of thy butcheries:– O, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds Open their congeal’d mouths, and bleed afresh!— Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity; For’tis thy presence that exhales this blood From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells; Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural, Provokes this deluge most unnatural.O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death! O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death! dead, Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murderer Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick; As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood, Which his hell-govern'd arm hath butchered Glo. Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses. Anne. Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor

man; No beast so fierce, but knows some touch of pity. Glo. But I know none, and therefore amnobeast. Anne. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth! Glo. More wonderful, when angels are so angry.Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman, Of these supposed evils, to give me leave, By circumstance, but to acquit myself. Anne. Vouchsafe, disused infection of a man, For these known evils, but to give me leave, By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self. [have Glo. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me Some patient leisure to excuse myself. [make Anne. Fouler than heart can i. thee, thou can st No excuse current, but to hang thyself. Glo. By such despair, I should accuse myself. Anne. And, by despairing, shalt thou stand exFor doing worthy vengeance on thyself, [cus'd; That didst unworthy i. upon others. Glo. Say, that I slew them not 2 Anne. Why then, they are not dead: But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee.

Glo. I did not kill your husband. Anne. Why, then he is alive. Glo. Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand. Anne. In thy soul's throat thou liest; queen - ret saw Thy murderous faulchion smoking in his blood; The which thou once didst bend against her breast, But that thy brothers beat aside the point. Glo. I was provoked by her slanderous tongue, That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders. Anne. Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind, That never dreamt on aught but butcheries: Didst thou not kill this king? Glo. I grant ye. Anne. Dost grant me, hedge-hog? then, God grant me too, Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed! O, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous. [him. Glo. The fitter for the King of heaven that hath Anne. He is in heaven, where thou shalt never corne. [thither; Glo. Let him thank me, that holp to send him For he was fitter for that place, than earth. Anne. And thou unfit for any place but hell. Glo. Yes, one place else, if you will hear me name it. Anne. Some dungeon. 0. Your bed-chamber. Anne. Illrestbetide the chamber where thouliest' Glo. So will it, madam, till I lie with you. Anne. I hope so. Glo. I know so.-But, gentle lady Anne,— To leave this keen encounter of our wits, And fall somewhat into a slower method;— Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Of these Plantagenets, Henry, and Edward, As blameful as the executioner? [effe Anne. Thou wast the cause, and most accurs à Glo. Your beauty was the cause of that effect; Your beauty, which did haunt me in my sleep, To undertake the death of all the wo So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom. Anne. If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, These nails should rend that beauty from my cheek: Glo. These eyes could not endure that beauty's - wreck, You should not blemish it, if I stood by: As all the world is cheered by the sun, So I by that; it isomy day, my life. Anne. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life [both. Glo. Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art Anne. I would I were, to be reveng'd on thee. Glo. It is a quarrel most unnatural, To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee. Anne. It is a quarrel just and reasonable, To be reveng'd on him that kill'd my husband. Glo. He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband, Did it to help thee to a better husband. [earth. Anne. His better doth not breathe upon to Glo. He lives, that loves you better than be could. Anne. Name him. Glo. Plantagenet. Anne. why, that was he. Glo. The self-same name, but one of betternature. Anne. Where is he? Glo. Here: (she spits at him.) Why dost thou spit at me? t Anne. 'Would it were mortal poison, for thysake Glo. Never came poison from so sweet a place. Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad. Out of my sight! thou dost insect mine eyes; . Glo. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected no . ld they were basilisks, to strike the

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ildish drops:


These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear,
Not, when my father York and Edward wep o
To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made,
When black-fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him:
Nor when thy warlike father, like a child,
Told the sad story of my father's death;
And twenty times made pause, to sob, and weep,
That all the standers-by |. wet their cheeks,
Like trees bedash'd with rain: in that sad time,
My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear;
And what these sorrows could not thence exhale,
Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping.
I never su'd to friend, nor enemy;
My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word;
But now thy beauty is propos'd my see,
My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to
speak. (She looks scornfully at him.)
Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made
For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,
Lo! here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword;
Which if thou please to hide in |. true breast,
And let the .# forth that adoreth thee,
I lay it naked to the deadly stroke,
Aoi, beg the death upon my knee.
(He lays his breast open; she offers at it
- with his o
Nay, do not pause; for I did kill king Henry;-
But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me.
Nay, now ...To 'twas I that o: Ed-
ward;— "(She again offers at his breast.)
But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on.
- (She lets fall the sword.)
Take up the sword again, or take up me.
Anne. Arise, dissembler: though I wish thy death,
I will not be thy executioner.
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 the word,
is hand, which, for thy love, did kill thy love,
Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love;
To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary.
Anne. I would, I knew thy heart.
Glo. "Tis figur'd in
My tongue.

roote. I fear me, both are false.

Glo. o Then man Was never true.

Anne. Well, well, put up your sword.

Glo. Say then, my peace is made

Anne. That shall you know Hereafter.

Glo. But shall I live in hope?

Anne. All men,

I hope, live so.
- Vouchsafe to wear this ring.
Anne. To take, is not to give.
(She puts on the ring.)
Glo. Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger,
Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart;
Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.
And if thy poor devoted servant o
But beg one favour at thy gracious hand,
Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever.
Anne. What is it?
Glo.That it may please youleave these sad designs
To him that hath more cause to be a mourner,
And presently repair to Crosby-place:
Where—after I have solemnly interr'd,
At Chertsey monast'ry, this noble king,
And wet his grave with my repentant te
I will with i 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 too,
To see wou are become so penitent.—

Anne, 'Tis more than you deserve: But, since you teach me how to flatter you, Imagine I have sald farewell already. TÉ. 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 7 I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What! I, that kill'd her husband, and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by; With God, her conscience, and thesebars against me, And I no #. to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, #. yet to win her, all the world to nothing! a :

Hath she forgot already that brave prince,
Edward, i. whom I some three months since,
Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury?
A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,—
Fram'd in the prodigality of nature,
Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal,—
The spacious world cannot again afford:
And will she yet abase her eyes on me,
That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince,
And made her iš. to a woful bed?
On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety?
On me, that halt, and am misshapen thus?
My dukedom to a beggarly denier,
I do mistake my person all this while:

§. my life, she 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 tailors,
To study fashions to adorn my body:
Since I am crept in favour with myself,
I will maintain it with some little cost.
But, first, I'll turn yon' fellow in his grave;
And then return lamenting to my love.—
Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass,
That I may see my shadow as I pass. [Exit.

Scene III.-The same. A Room in the Palace. Enter Queen Elizabeth, Lord Rivers, and Lord GREY. 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 8. sake, entertain good comfort, And cheer his grace with quick and merry words: Q. Eliz. If he were dead, what would betide of me? Grew. No other harm, but loss of such a lord. Q. Eliz. The loss of such a lord includes all harms. Grey. The heavens have bless'd you with a goodly 80n, To be your comforter, when he is gone. . Q. E. Ah, he is young; and his minority Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloster, A man that loves not me, nor none of you. Riv. Is it concluded, he shall be protector? Q. Eliz. It is determin'd, not concluded yet: But so it must be, if the king miscarry. 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 [of Stanley, Q. Eliz. The countess. Richmond, good my lord To your good prayer will scarcely say—amon. Yet, §. notwithstanding she's your wise, And loves not me, be you, good lord, assurd, I hate not you for her proud arrogano.

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The envious slanders of her false accusers;
Or, if she be accus’d on true report,
Bear with her weakness, which, I think, proceeds
From wayward sickness, and no grounded malice.
Q. Eliz. Saw you the king to-day, my lord of
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. [with him?
Q. Eliz. God grant him health' Did you confer
Buck. Ay, madam: he desires to make atonement
Between the duke of Gloster and your brothers,
And between them and my lord chamberlain;
And sent to warn them to his royal presence.
Q. Eliz. 'Would all were well!—But that will
never be ;-
I fear, our happiness is at the height.

Enter Gloster, HAsti NGs, and DoRSET.

Glo. They do me wrong, and I will not endure it:— Who are they, that complain unto the king, That I, forsooth, am stern, and love them not! #, holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly, That fill his ears with such dissentious rumours. Because I cannot flatter, and speak 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 simple truth must be abus'd By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks? grace? Grey. To whom in all this presence speaks your Glo. To thee, that hast nor honesty, 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, onn ğ. better than you would wish!— Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing-while, But you must trouble him with lewd complaints. Q. Eliz. Brother of Gloster, you mistake the Inatter: The king, of his own royal disposition, And not o: by any suitor else; Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred, That in your outward action shews itself, Against my children, brothers, and myself, Makes him to send; that thereby he may gather "of ound of your ill-will, and so remove it. 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; God grant, we never may have need of you! [you: 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 enoble those [ble. That scarce, some two days since, were worth a noQ. Eliz. By Him, that rais'd me to this careful io, 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 shameful injury, Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects. Glo. You may deny that you were not the cause Of my lord Hastings' late imprisonment. Riv. She may, my lord; for— [not so? Glo. She may, lord Rivers?—why, who knows 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.

| What may she not! She may o, may she,

Riv. What, marry, may she Glo. What marry, may she? marry with a king, A batchelor, a handsome stripling too: I wis, your grandam had a worser match. [borne Q. Eliz. My lord of Gloster, I have too long 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, Than a great queen, with this condition— To be so baited, scorn'd, and storm'd at: Small joy have I in being England's queen. Enter Queen M A RGARET, behind. Q. Mar. And lessen'd be that small, God, I beseech thee! Thy honour, state, and seat, is due to me. [king? §. What? threat you me with telling of the Tell him, and spare not: look, what I have said I will avouch, in presence of the king: I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower. 'Tis time to speak, my pains are quite forgot. Q. Mar. Out, devil I remember them too well: Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower, And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury. [king, Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or your husband I was a pack-horse in his great affairs; A weeder-out of his proud adversaries, A liberal rewarder ..}. friends; To royalize his blood, I spilt mine own. thine. Q. Mar. Ay, and much better blood than his, or Glo. In all which time, you, and your husband

Grey, Were factious for the house of Lancaster;And, Rivers, so were you:-Was not your husband In Margaret's battle at Saint Alban's slain? Let me put in your minds, if you forget, What you have been ere now, and what you are; Withal, what I have been, and what I am. Q. Mar. A murd’rous villain, and so still thou art. Glo. PoorClarence did forsake his father Warwick, Ay, and forswore himself-Which Jesu pardon!— Q. Mar. Which God revenge! Glo. To fight on Edward's party, for the crown; And, for his meed, poor lord, he is mew'd up: I would to God, my heart were flint like Edward's, Or Edward's soft and pitiful, like mine; I am too childish-foolish for this world. [world, Q. Mar. Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave this Thou cacodaemon! there thy kingdom is. Riv. My lord of Gloster, in those busy days, Which here you urge, to prove us enemies, We follow'd then our lord, our lawful king; . So should we you, if you should be our king. Glo. If I should be?—I had rather be a pedlar: Far be it from my heart, the thought thereof' Q. Eliz. As littlejoy, my lord, as you suppose You should enjoy, were you this country's king; As little joy you may suppose in me, That I enjoy, being the queen thereof. Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen thereof; For I am she, and altogether joyless. I can no longer hold me patient.—, (Advancing.) Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out In sharing that which you have pill'd from me: Which .#you trembles not, that looks on me? If not, that, I being queen, you bow like subjects; Yet that, by you depos'd, you quake like rebels?— Ah, gentle oil. . not turn away! ... [my sight? Glo. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak’st thou in Q. off. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd; That will I make, before I let thee go. Glo. Wert thou not banished on pain of death? Q. Mar. I was; but I do find more pain in ba* - nishment, Than death can yield me here by my abode. A husband, and a son, thou ow'st to me, And thou, a kingdom;-all of you, allegiance:

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