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GLOUCESTER: The selfsame name, but one of better nature.
LADY ANNE: Where is he?
GLOUCESTER: Here. Why dost thou spit at me?
LADY ANNE: Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake!
GLOUCESTER: Never came poison from so sweet a place.
LADY ANNE: Never hung poison on a fouler toad. Out of my sight! thou dost infect my eyes.
GLOUCESTER: Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine.
LADY ANNE: Would they were basilisks, to strike thee dead!
GLOUCESTER: I would they were, that I might die at once; For now they kill me with a living death. Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, Shamed their aspect with store of childish drops: These eyes that never shed remorseful tear, No, when my father York and Edward wept, To hear the piteous moan that Rut...
LADY ANNE: Arise, dissembler: though I wish thy death, I will not be the executioner.
GLOUCESTER: Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it.
LADY ANNE: I have already.
GLOUCESTER: Tush, that was in thy rage: Speak it again, and, even with the word, That hand, which, for thy love, did kill thy love, Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love; To both their deaths thou shalt be accessary.
LADY ANNE: I would I knew thy heart.
GLOUCESTER: 'Tis figured in my tongue.
LADY ANNE: I fear me both are false.
GLOUCESTER: Then never man was true.
LADY ANNE: Well, well, put up your sword.
GLOUCESTER: Say, then, my peace is made.
LADY ANNE: That shall you know hereafter.
GLOUCESTER: But shall I live in hope?
LADY ANNE: All men, I hope, live so.
GLOUCESTER: Vouchsafe to wear this ring.
LADY ANNE: To take is not to give.
GLOUCESTER: Look, how this ring encompasseth finger. Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine. And if thy poor devoted suppliant may But beg one favour at thy gracious hand, Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever.
LADY ANNE: What is it?
GLOUCESTER: That it would please thee 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 monastery this noble king, And wet his grave with my repentant tears, I will with all expedient duty see you: For divers unkn...
LADY ANNE: With all my heart; and much it joys me too, To see you are become so penitent. Tressel and Berkeley, go along with me.
GLOUCESTER: Bid me farewell.
LADY ANNE: 'Tis more than you deserve; But since you teach me how to flatter you, Imagine I have said farewell already.
GLOUCESTER: Sirs, take up the corse.
GENTLEMEN: Towards Chertsey, noble lord?
GLOUCESTER: No, to White-Friars; there attend my coining. Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? Was ever woman in this humour won? I'll have her; but I will not keep her long. What! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate, With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The blee...
RIVERS: Have patience, madam: there's no doubt his majesty Will soon recover his accustom'd health.
GREY: In that you brook it in, it makes him worse: Therefore, for God's sake, entertain good comfort, And cheer his grace with quick and merry words.
QUEEN ELIZABETH: If he were dead, what would betide of me?
RIVERS: No other harm but loss of such a lord.
QUEEN ELIZABETH: The loss of such a lord includes all harm.
GREY: The heavens have bless'd you with a goodly son, To be your comforter when he is gone.
QUEEN ELIZABETH: Oh, he is young and his minority Is put unto the trust of Richard Gloucester, A man that loves not me, nor none of you.
RIVERS: Is it concluded that he shall be protector?
QUEEN ELIZABETH: It is determined, not concluded yet: But so it must be, if the king miscarry.
GREY: Here come the lords of Buckingham and Derby.
BUCKINGHAM: Good time of day unto your royal grace!
DERBY: God make your majesty joyful as you have been!
QUEEN ELIZABETH: The Countess Richmond, good my Lord of Derby. To your good prayers will scarcely say amen. Yet, Derby, notwithstanding she's your wife, And loves not me, be you, good lord, assured I hate not you for her proud arrogance.
DERBY: I do beseech you, either not believe The envious slanders of her false accusers; Or, if she be accused in true report, Bear with her weakness, which, I think proceeds From wayward sickness, and no grounded malice.
RIVERS: Saw you the king to-day, my Lord of Derby?
DERBY: But now the Duke of Buckingham and I Are come from visiting his majesty.
QUEEN ELIZABETH: What likelihood of his amendment, lords?
BUCKINGHAM: Madam, good hope; his grace speaks cheerfully.
QUEEN ELIZABETH: God grant him health! Did you confer with him?
BUCKINGHAM: Madam, we did: he desires to make atonement Betwixt the Duke of Gloucester and your brothers, And betwixt them and my lord chamberlain; And sent to warn them to his royal presence.
QUEEN ELIZABETH: Would all were well! but that will never be I fear our happiness is at the highest.
GLOUCESTER: They do me wrong, and I will not endure 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 ...
RIVERS: To whom in all this presence speaks your grace?
GLOUCESTER: To thee, that hast nor honesty nor grace. When have I injured thee? when done thee wrong? Or thee? or thee? or any of your faction? A plague upon you all! His royal person,-- Whom God preserve better than you would wish!-- Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing-while, But you must trouble him with lewd complain...
QUEEN ELIZABETH: Brother of Gloucester, you mistake the matter. The king, of his own royal disposition, And not provoked by any suitor else; Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred, Which in your outward actions shows itself Against my kindred, brothers, and myself, Makes him to send; that thereby he may gather The gro...
GLOUCESTER: 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.
QUEEN ELIZABETH: Come, come, we know your meaning, brother Gloucester; You envy my advancement and my friends': God grant we never may have need of you!
GLOUCESTER: Meantime, God grants that we have need of you: Your brother is imprison'd by your means, Myself disgraced, and the nobility Held in contempt; whilst many fair promotions Are daily given to ennoble those That scarce, some two days since, were worth a noble.
QUEEN ELIZABETH: 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.
GLOUCESTER: You may deny that you were not the cause Of my Lord Hastings' late imprisonment.
RIVERS: She may, my lord, for--
GLOUCESTER: 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 deserts. What may she not? She may, yea, marry, may she--
RIVERS: What, marry, may she?
GLOUCESTER: What, marry, may she! marry with a king, A bachelor, a handsome stripling too: I wis your grandam had a worser match.
QUEEN ELIZABETH: My Lord of Gloucester, I have too long borne Your blunt upbraidings and your bitter scoffs: By heaven, I will acquaint his majesty With those gross taunts I often have endured. I had rather be a country servant-maid Than a great queen, with this condition, To be thus taunted, scorn'd, and baited at: Sm...
QUEEN MARGARET: And lessen'd be that small, God, I beseech thee! Thy honour, state and seat is due to me.
GLOUCESTER: 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.
QUEEN MARGARET: Out, devil! I remember them too well: Thou slewest my husband Henry in the Tower, And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury.
GLOUCESTER: Ere you were queen, yea, 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.
QUEEN MARGARET: Yea, and much better blood than his or thine.
GLOUCESTER: 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 Alban's 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.
QUEEN MARGARET: A murderous villain, and so still thou art.
GLOUCESTER: Poor Clarence did forsake his father, Warwick; Yea, and forswore himself,--which Jesu pardon!--
QUEEN MARGARET: Which God revenge!
GLOUCESTER: To fight on Edward's party for the crown; And for his meed, poor lord, he is mew'd 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.
QUEEN MARGARET: Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave the world, Thou cacodemon! there thy kingdom is.
RIVERS: My Lord of Gloucester, in those busy days Which here you urge to prove us enemies, We follow'd then our lord, our lawful king: So should we you, if you should be our king.
GLOUCESTER: If I should be! I had rather be a pedlar: Far be it from my heart, the thought of it!
QUEEN ELIZABETH: 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.
QUEEN MARGARET: A little joy enjoys the queen thereof; For I am she, and altogether joyless. I can no longer hold me patient. Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out In sharing that which you have pill'd from me! Which of you trembles not that looks on me? If not, that, I being queen, you bow like subjects, Yet t...
GLOUCESTER: Foul wrinkled witch, what makest thou in my sight?
QUEEN MARGARET: But repetition of what thou hast marr'd; That will I make before I let thee go.
GLOUCESTER: Wert thou not banished on pain of death?
QUEEN MARGARET: I was; but I do find more pain in banishment Than death can yield me here by my abode. A husband and a son thou owest to me; And thou a kingdom; all of you allegiance: The sorrow that I have, by right is yours, And all the pleasures you usurp are mine.
GLOUCESTER: 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, And then, to dry them, gavest the duke a clout Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland-- His curses, then from bitterness of soul Denounced against thee, are ...
QUEEN ELIZABETH: So just is God, to right the innocent.
HASTINGS: O, 'twas the foulest deed to slay that babe, And the most merciless that e'er was heard of!
RIVERS: Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported.
DORSET: No man but prophesied revenge for it.
BUCKINGHAM: Northumberland, then present, wept to see it.
QUEEN MARGARET: What were you snarling all before I came, Ready to catch each other by the throat, And turn you all your hatred now on me? Did York's dread curse prevail so much with heaven? That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, Their kingdom's loss, my woful banishment, Could all but answer for that peevish br...
GLOUCESTER: Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'd hag!
QUEEN MARGARET: And leave out thee? stay, dog, for thou shalt hear me. If heaven have any grievous plague in store Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee, O, let them keep it till thy sins be ripe, And then hurl down their indignation On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace! The worm of conscience still begn...
GLOUCESTER: Margaret.
QUEEN MARGARET: Richard!
GLOUCESTER: Ha!
QUEEN MARGARET: I call thee not.