Glo. Then never man was true. Glo. That it may please you leave these fad defigns Anne. With all my heart, and much it joys me too, To fee you are become fo penitent. Traffel and Barkley, go along with me. Glo. Bid me farewel. Anne. 'Tis more than you deserve : Imagine, I have faid farewel already. [Exe. two with Anne. Glo. Sirs, take up the coarse. Gent. Towards Chertsey, noble Lord ? Glo. No, to White-Friars, there attend my coming. [Exeunt with the coarse. Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? (4) repair to Crofby-place.] This was a house of Richard Duke of Glocefter near Bishop's-gate ftreet. It was formerly, I prefume, a part of the eftate of Sir John Crosbie, (a Lord Mayor of London) who, in the year 1477, was buried at St. Helen's in Bishop'sgate freet, and left the bulk of his effects to public benefactions. Was Was ever woman in this humour won? I'll have her but I will not keep her long.. The bleeding witness of her hatred by: With God, her confcience, and thefe bars against me, But the plain devil and diffembling looks : Hath fhe forgot already that brave Prince, Edward, her Lord, whom I, fome three months fince, A fweeter, and a lovelier Gentleman, Young, wife, and valiant, and, no doubt, right royal, And will the yet debafe her eyes on me, That cropt the golden prime of this sweet Prince, On me, whofe all not equals Edward's moiety ? I do mistake my perfon all this while : [Exit. SCENE changes to the Palace. Enter the Queen, Lord Rivers, and Lord Gray. Riv.TAVE patience, Madam, there's no doubt, Will foon recover his accuftom'd health. Gray. In that you brook it ill, it makes him worfe ; Therefore, for God's fake, entertain good comfort, And cheer his Grace with quick and merry eyes. Queen. If he were dead, what would betide of me? Gray. No other harm, but lofs of fuch a Lord. Queen. The lofs of fuch a Lord includes all harms. Gray. The heav'ns have bleft you with a goodly fon, To be your comforter when he is gone. Is Queen. Ah! he is young, and his minority A man that loves not me, nor none of you. Enter Buckingham and Stanley. Gray. Here come the Lords of Buckingham and Stanley.(5) Buck. Good time of day unto your royal Grace! Stan. God make your Majefty joyful as you have been! Queen. The Countefs Richmond,good my Lord of Stanley, To your good pray'r will fcarcely fay, Amen ; (5) Here come the Lords of Buckingham and Derby.] This is a blunder of inadvertence, which has run thro' the whole chain of impreffions. It could not well be original in Shakespeare, who was moft minutely intimate with his hiftory and the intermarriages of the nobility. The perfon, here called Derby, was Thomas Lord Stanley, Lord Steward of King Edward the IVth's houfhold. He had married Margaret daughter of John Duke of Somerfet, and widow of Edmund Earl of Richmond, by whom fhe had Henry Earl of Richmond, afterwards King Henry VIIth. But this Thomas Lord Stanley was not created Earl of Derby till after the acceffion of that Prince; and accordingly, afterwards in the fourth or fifth As of this Play, before the battle of Bofworth-field, he is every where call'd Lord Stanley. This fufficiently juftifies the change I have made in his title. Yet, Yet, Stanley, notwithstanding the's your wife, Stanley. I do befeech you, either not believe Bear with her weaknefs; which, I think, proceeds Queen. What likelihood of his amendment, Lords? Queen. Would all were well-but that will never be➡ I fear, our happiness is at the height. Enter Glocefter. Glo. They do me wrong, and I will not endure it. Gray. To whom in all this prefence speaks your Grace? Cannot Cannot be quiet fcarce a breathing while, And not provok'd by any fuitor elfe, Glo. I cannot tell; the world is grown fo bad, There's many a gentle perfon made a Jack. Queen. Come, come, we know your meaning, brother Glo'fter. You envy my advancement and my friends: God grant, we never may have need of you? Glo. Mean time, God grants that we have need of you. Our brother is imprisoned by your means; Myfelf difgrac'd; and the nobility Held in contempt; while many fair promotions Are daily given to ennoble those, That scarce, fome two days fince, were worth a noble. Queen. By him, that rais'd me to this careful height, From that contented hap which I enjoy'd, I never did incenfe his Majefty Against the Duke of Clarence; but have been My Lord, you do me shameful injury, Falfely to draw me in these wild fufpects. Glo. You may deny, that you were not the caufe Of my Lord Haftings' late imprisonment. Riv. She may, my Lord, for Glo. She may, Lord Rivers-why, who knows not fo 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 thofe honours on your high deferts. What may the not? she may-ay, marry, may fhe |