Which we have noted in you to your kindred, Yet know, whe'r you accept our suit or no, 790 [Exeunt. Cates. Call them again, sweet prince, accept their suit; If you deny them, all the land will rue it. Glo. Will you enforce me to a world of cares? 800 Well, call them again; I am not made of stone, [Exit CATESBY. But penetrable to your kind entreaties, Re-enter BUCKINGHAM, and the Rest. Cousin of Buckingham-and sage, grave men- 810 Mayor. God bless your grace! we see it, and will say it. Glo. Glo. In saying so, you shall but say the truth. Buck. Then I salute you with this royal titleLong live king Richard, England's worthy king! All. Amen. Buck. To-morrow may it please you to be crown'd ? Glo. Even when you please, for you will have it so. Buck. To-morrow then we will attend your grace; And so, most joyfully, we take our leave. 822 Glo. [To the Clergymen.] Come, let us to our holy work again : Farewel, good cousin ;-farewel, gentle friends. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. Before the Tower. Enter the Queen, Dutchess of YORK, and Marquis of DORSET, at one Door; Anne Dutchess of GLOSTER, leading Lady MARGARET PLANTAGENET, CLARENCE's young Daughter, at the other. W Ho meets us here Dutchess. my niece Plantagenet, Led in the hand of her kind aunt of Gloster ? Now, for my life, she's wand'ring to the Tower, On pure heart's love, to greet the tender prince.---. Daughter, well met. Anne. God give your graces both A happy and a joyful time of day I J Queen. Queen. As much to you, good sister! Whither away? Anne. No further than the Tower; and, as I guess, Upon the like devotion as yourselves, To gratulate the gentle princes there. 10 Queen. Kind sister, thanks; we'll enter all toge ther: Enter BRAKENBURY. And, in good time, here the lieutenant comes.- Brak. Right well, dear madam: By your patience, I may not suffer you to visit them; The king hath strictly charg'd the contrary. Queen. The king who's that? Brak. I mean, the lord protector. 20 Queen. The lord protect him from that kingly title! Hath he set bounds between their love, and me? I am their mother, Who shall bar me from them? Dutch. I am their father's mother, I will see them. Anne. Their aunt am I in law, in love their mother; Then bring me to their sights; I'll bear thy blame, And take thy office from thee, on my peril. Brak. No, madam, no, I may not leave it so; I am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me. [Exit BRAKENBURY. Enter Enter STANLEY. 31 Stan. Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence, And I'll salute your grace of York as mother, And reverend looker-on, of two fair queens.Come, madam, you must straight to Westminster, [To the Dutchess of GLOSTER. There to be crowned Richard's royal queen. Queen. Ah, cut my lace asunder! That my pent heart may have some scope to beat, Anne. Despightful tidings! O unpleasing news I grace? 41 Queen. O Dorset, speak not to me, get thee gone, Death and destruction dog thee at the heels; Thy mother's name is ominous to children: If thou wilt out-strip death, go cross the seas, And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell. Go, hie thee, hie thee from this slaughter-house, Lest thou increase the number of the dead; And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse Nor mother, wife, nor England's counted queen. Stan. Full of wise care is this your counsel, ma dam : Take all the swift advantage of the hours; In your behalf, to meet you on the way: Dutch. O ill-dispersing wind of misery !— 50 O my O my accursed womb, the bed of death; A cockatrice hast thou hatch'd to the world, Stan. Come, madam, come; I in all haste was sent. Anne. And I with all unwillingness will go. O, would to God, that the inclusive verge Of golden metal, that must round my brow, Were red-hot steel, to sear me to the brain ! Anointed let me be with deadly venom; And die, ere men can say-God save the queen! Queen. Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory; To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm. 60 Anne. No! why-When he, that is my husband now, Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse; When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his hands, Which issu'd from my other angel husband, 70 And that dead saint which then I weeping follow'd; 50 More miserable by the life of thee, Than thou hast made me by my dear lord's death! Even in so short a space, my woman's heart 80 And |