Whom God preserve better than you would wish !— But you must trouble him with lewd complaints. matter. The king, of his own royal disposition, Glo. I cannot tell the world is grown so bad, That wrens make 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! Glo. Meantime, God grants that we have need of you: Our brother is imprisoned by your means, Held in contempt; whilst many fair promotions 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 enjoyed, 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— Glo. She may, Lord Rivers! why, who knows not so? She may do more, sir, than denying that: Glo. What, marry, may she! marry with a king, A bachelor, a handsome stripling too : I wis your grandam had a worser match. Q. Eliz. My Lord of Gloster, I have too long borne With those gross taunts I often have endured. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, behind. Small joy have I in being England's queen.- Thy honour, state and seat is due to me. Glo. What! threat you me with telling of the king? Tell him, and spare not: look, what I have said I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower. 'Tis time to speak,-my pains are quite forgot.— Q. Mar. [Aside.] Out, devil! I remember them too well: Thou slew'st my husband Henry in the Tower, Glo. Ere you were queen, yea, or your husband king, I was a pack-horse in his great affairs; To royalise his blood I spilt mine 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 What you have been ere now, and what you are ; Q. Mar. [Aside.] A murderous villain, and so still thou art. Glo. Poor Clarence did forsake his father, Warwick; Yea, and forswore himself,-which Jesu pardon !— Q. Mar. [Aside.] Which God revenge Glo. To fight on Edward's party for the crown; And for his meed, poor lord, he is mewed 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.— Q. Mar. [Aside.] Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave the world, Thou cacodemon! There thy kingdom is. Riv. My Lord of Gloster, in those busy days Which here you urge to prove us enemies, We followed 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 of it! Q. Eliz. As little joy, my lord, as you suppose You should enjoy, were you this country's king, As little joy may you suppose in me, That I enjoy, being the queen thereof. Q. Mar. [Aside.] As 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 pilled from me! Which of you trembles not that looks on me? If not, that, I being queen, you bow like subjects, Yet that, by you deposed, you quake like rebels! O gentle villain, do not turn away! Glo. Foul wrinkled witch, what mak'st thou in my sight? Q. Mar. But repetition of what thou hast marred; That will I make before I let thee go. Glo. Wert thou not banishéd on pain of death} But I do find more pain in banishment Glo. The curse my noble father laid on thee, When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes, Denounced against thee, are all fall'n upon thee; Dor. No man but prophesied revenge for it. Buck. Northumberland, then present, wept to see it. Q. Mar. What! were you snarling all before I came, Ready to catch each other by the throat, Did York's dread curse prevail so much with heaven curses! If not by war, by surfeit die your king, |