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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.


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 heaven's sake, entertain good

comfort, And cheer his grace with quick and merry words. Q. Eliz. If he were dead, what would betide of

me? Grey. 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

To be your comforter, when he is gone.

Q. Eliz. 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.


Grey. Here come the lords of Buckingham and

Buck. Good time of day unto your royal grace !
Stan. Heaven make your majesty joyful as you

have been !
Q. Eliz. The countess Richmond, good my lord

of Stanley,
To your good prayer will scarcely say — amen.
Yet, Stanley, notwithstanding she's your wife,
And loves not me, be you, good lord, assur’d,
I hate not you for her proud arrogance.

Stan. I do beseech you, either not believe
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

Stanley ? 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

Q. Eliz. God grant him health! Did


confer with him ? 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, HASTINGS, and Dorset.
Glo. They do me wrong, and I will not en-

dure it.
Who are they, that complain unto the king,
That I, forsooth, am stern, and love them not?
By 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 mạn live, and think no harm,
But thus his simple truth must be abus'd
By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks ?
Grey. To whom in all this

presence speaks your grace? 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

A plague upon you all! His royal grace, -
Whom God preserve better than you would wish!
Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing-while,
But you must trouble him with rude complaints.
Q. Eliz. Brother of Gloster, you mistake the

matter :
The king, of his own royal disposition,
And not provok'd by any suitor else:
Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred,
That in your outward action shows itself,
Against my children, brothers, and myself,
Makes him to send ; that thereby he may gather
The ground 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.

Jack' became a gentleman, There's many a gentle person made a Jack.

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of you:

Q. Eliz. Come, come, we know your meaning,

brother Gloster ;
You envy my advancement, and my friends;
Heaven grant, we never may have need of you !

Glo. Meantime heaven grants that we have need
Our brother is imprison'd by your ineans,
Myself disgrac'd, and the nobility
Held in contempt; while great promotions
Are daily given, to ennoble those
That scarce, some two days since, were worth a

Q. Eliz. By Him, that rais'd me to this careful

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
Glo. She may, lord Rivers ? — why, who knows

not so?
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, ay, marry may

Riv. What, marry, may

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


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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 stormed at :
Small joy have I in being England's queen.

Enter Queen MARGARET, behind.
Q. Mar. And lessen'd be that small, God, I be-

seech thee! Thy honour, state, and seat, is due to me. Ġlo. What? threat you me with telling of the

king ? 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. 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 mine own. Q. Mar. 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 huş

band In Margaret's battle at Saint Alban's slain ? Let me put in your minds, if you forget,

have been ere now, and what you are ; Withal, what I have been, and what I am.

What you

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