You fay, that Edward is your brother's fon; This Edward, whom our manners call the Prince. Save that, for reverence of fome alive, I give a fparing limit to my tongue. Then, good my Lord, take to your royal felf If not to blefs Us and the Land withal, Mayor. Do, good my Lord, your Citizens intreat you. Buck. Refufe not, mighty Lord, this proffer'd love, Catef. O make them joyful, grant their lawful fuit. Glo. Alas, why would you heap thefe cares on me? I am unfit for State and Majefty. I do befeech you, take it not amiss; I cannot, nor I will not yield to you, Buck. If you refufe it, as, in love and zeal, Loth to depofe the Child, your brother's fon, (As well we know your tenderness of heart, And gentle, kind, effeminate remorie, Which we have noted in you to your kindred, And And equally, indeed, to all eftates) -Come, Citizens, we will intreat no more. [Exeunt. Catef. Call them again, fweet Prince, accept their fuit; If you deny them, all the Land will rue it. Glo. Will you inforce me to a world of cares? Exit Catelby. Re-enter Buckingham, and the reft. -Coufin of Buckingham, and fage, grave men, Since you will buckle fortune on my back To bear her burden, whether I will or no, I must have patience to endure the load. But if black Scandal, or foul-fac'd Reproach, Attend the fequel of your impofition, Your meer enforcement fhall acquittance me From all the impure blots and ftains thereof. For God doth know, and you may partly fee, How far I am from the defire of this. Mayor. God bless your Grace; we fee it, and will fay it, Glo. In faying fo, you shall but say the truth. Buck. Then I falute you with this royal Title, Long live King Richard, England's worthy King! All. Amen. Buck. To morrow may it please you to be crown'd? Glo. Ev'n when you pleafe, for you will have it fo. Buck. To morrow then we will attend your Grace, And fo moft joyfully we take our leave. X 4 Glo. Glo. [To the Clergymen.] Come let us to our holy Work again. -Farewel, my Coufin; farewel, gentle friends. + ACT IV. [Exeunt, SCENE I. Before the Tower. Enter the Queen, Dutchess of York, and Marquis of Dorfet, at one Door; Anne, Dutchess of Gloucefter, leading Lady Margaret Plantagenet, Clarence's young Daughter, at the other, W DUTCHESS. HO meets us here?-my niece Plantagenet, Led in the hand of her kind Aunt of Glofter? Now, for my life fhe's wandring to the Tower, On pure heart's love, to greet the tender Princes. Daughter, well met. Anne. God give your Graces both A happy and a joyful time of day. Queen. Sifter, well met; whither away fo faft? To this act fhould, perhaps, be added the next fcene, fo will the coronation pafs between the acts; and there will not only be a proper interval of action, but the Conclufion will be more forçible. • Who meets us here? my Niece Dutchess of Glofter leads in fomebody in her hand; but there is no direction mark'd in any of the Copies, from which we can learn who it is. I have ventur'd to guess, it must be Clarence's young Daughter. The old Dutchefs of York calls her Niece, i. e. Grand daughter; as Grand children are frequently called Nephews. THEOBALD. Uppa Upon the like devotion as yourselves, To gratulate the gentle Princes there. Queen. Kind fifter, thanks; we'll enter all together, Enter the Lieutenant. And in good time here the Lieutenant comes. The King hath strictly charg'd the contrary. Lieu. I mean, the Lord Protector. Queen. The Lord protect him from that kingly title! Hath he fet bounds between their love and me? I am their mother, who fhall bar me from them? Dutch. I am their father's mother. I will fee them. Anne. Their aunt I am in law, in love their mother, Then bring me to their fights, I'll bear thy blame, And take thy office from thee on my peril. Lieu. No, madam, no, * I may not leave it fo. I'm bound by oath, and therefore pardon me. Enter Stanley. [Exit Lieu. Stanl. Let me but meet you, Ladies, one hour hence, And I'll falute your Grace of York as mother And rev'rend looker on of two fair Queens. -Come, Madam, you must strait to Westminster, [To the Dutchess of Gloucester, There to be crowned Richard's royal Queen. That my pent heart may have fome fcope to beat, * I must not leave it fo.] That which you offer to take on you is, I may not fo refign my office, at your peril. Dor. Dor. Be of good chear. Mother how fares your Grace! Queen. O Dorfet, fpeak not to me, get thee hence, -Take all the fwift advantage of the time; Dutch. O ill-difperfing wind of mifery!- Stanl. Come, Madam, come, I in all hafte was fent. O, 'would to God, that the inclufive verge Anne. No! why?-When he, that is my huf band now, Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's coarfe, When fcarce the blood was well wafh'd from his hands, "For |