Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word; 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 Lo! here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword, I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, And humbly beg the death upon my knee. [He lays his breast open; she offers at it with his sword. Nay, do not pause; for I did kill king Henry ;— But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. Nay, now despatch; 'twas I that stabb'd young Edward;— [She again offers at his breast. But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on. Take up the sword again, or take up me. [She lets fall the sword. 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, Glo. That was in thy rage: Speak it again, and, even with the word, This 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 accessory. Glo. Then man was never true. Anne. Well, well, put up your sword. Anne. That shall you know hereafter. Glo. But shall I live in hope? Anne. All men, I hope, live so. Glo. 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 may But beg one favour at thy gracious hand, Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever. Anne. What is it? 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; Where-after I have solemnly interr'd, At Chertsey monast'ry, this noble king, And wet his grave with my repentant tears,- For divers unknown reasons, I beseech you, Anne. With all my heart; and much it joys me too, Tressel, and Berkeley, go along with me. Glo. Bid me farewell. Anne. 'Tis more than you deserve: But, since you teach me how to flatter you, Imagine I have said farewell already. [Exeunt LADY ANNE, TRESSEL, and BERKELEY. 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? What! I, that kill'd her husband, and his father, The bleeding witness of her hatred by; 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, Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal,- And will she yet abase her eyes on me, That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince, On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety? On me, that halt, and am misshapen thus ? My dukedom to a beggarly denier,* VOL. III. And then return lamenting to my love. [Exit. Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass, 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: Q. Eliz. The loss of such a lord includes all harms. Q. Eliz. Ah, he is young; and his minority Is put into the trust of Richard Gloster, Enter BUCKINGHAM and STANLEY. Grey. Here come the lords of Buckingham and Stanley. Yet, Stanley, notwithstanding she's your wife, Stan. I do beseech you, either not believe Bear with her weakness, which, I think, proceeds Q. Eliz. Saw you the king to-day, my lord of Stanley? Are come from visiting his majesty. Q. Eliz. What likelihood of his amendment, lords? Q. Eliz. God grant him health! Did you confer with him? Between the duke of Gloster and your brothers, And between them and my lord chamberlain ; And sent to warn* them to his presence. Q. Eliz. Would all were well!-But that will never be ;I fear, our happiness is at the height. * Summon. Enter GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and DORSET. Glo. They do me wrong, and I will not endure it :- Cannot a plain man live, and think no harm, Grey. To whom in all this presence speaks your grace? When have I injured thee? when done thee wrong?- A plague upon you all! His royal grace,— Whom God preserve better than you would wish!- But you must trouble him with lewd* complaints. And not provoked by any suitor else; 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! Glo. Meantime, God grants that we have need of you: Our brother is imprison'd by your means, Myself disgraced, and the nobility Held in contempt; while great promotions Are daily given, to ennoble those That scarce, some two days since, were worth a noble. Q. Eliz. By Him, that raised 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 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. * Rude, ignorant. + Low fellow. Riv. She may, my lord; for Glo. She may, lord Rivers ?-Why, who knows not so? She may help you to many fair preferments; And lay those honours on your high desert. What may she not? She may,-ay, marry may she,- Glo. What, marry, may she? marry with a king, I wis, your grandam had a worser match. Q. Eliz. My lord of Gloster, I have too long borne Enter QUEEN MARGARET, behind. Q. Mar. [aside]. And lessen'd be that small, God, I beseech thee! Thy honour, state, and seat, is due to me. Glo. What? Threat you me with telling of the king? I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower. 'Tis time to speak, my painst are quite forgot. Q. Mar. [aside]. Out, devil! I remember them too well: Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower, And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury. Glo. Ere you were queen, ay, or your husband king, I was a pack-horse in his great affairs; A weeder-out of his proud adversaries, A liberal rewarder of his friends; To royalize his blood, I spilt my own. Q. Mar. [aside]. Ay, and much better blood than his, or thine. 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 Albans 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. [aside]. A murd'rous villain, and so still thou art. Ay, and forswore himself,-Which Jesu pardon !— Glo. To fight on Edward's party, for the crown *Think. † Labours. + Make royal. § Army. |