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Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here Clarence comes. Clarence, under a guard headed by Brakenbury, here passes by: Gloster advances to him:
Brother, good day. What means this armed guard
That waits upon your grace ? [Clarence.] His majesty,
Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed
[Gloster.] Upon what cause ?
He hearkens after prophecies and dreams;
Have mov'd his highness to cornmit me now. [Gloster.] Why, this it is, when men are ruld by women :
'Tis not the king that sends you to the Tower ;
We are not safe. Clarence, we are not safe. [Clarence. By heaven, I think there is no man secure,
But the queen's kindred, and night-walking heralds
That trudge between the king and mistress Shore. [Gloster.] I'll tell you, Clarence,— tis our way, I think,
If we would keep in favour with the king,
Brakenbury interposes : [Brakenbury.] I beseech your graces both to pardon me:
His majesty hath strictly given in charge,
Of what degree soever, with his brother. (Gloster.] Even so ? an please your worship, Brakenbury,
You may partake of everything we say :
that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot,
A bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue;
How say you, sir ? can you deny all this? [Brakenb.] With this, my lord, myself have nought to do. (Gloster.] Naught to do with mistress Shore ? l' tell thee,
He that doth naught with her, excepting one, [fellow,
Were best to do it secretly. (Brakenbury.] What one, my lord ? [Gloster.) Her husband, knave:-would'st thou betray me,
[fellow? [Brakenbury.] I beseech your grace to pardo'n me; and
Forbear your conference with the noble duke. [withal, [Clarence.] We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will
[obey. [Gloster.] We a’re abjects to the queen, and must obey.
Brother, farewell : I will unto the king ;
Meantime have patience. (Clarence.) I must perforce: farewell. [a pause.] [Gloster.] Go tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return,
Simple, plain Clarence! I do love thee so,
How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment? [Hastings.] With patience, noble lord, as priso'ners must :
But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks
That were the cause of my imprisonment. (Gloster.] No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence too;
For they that were your enemies, are his.
[Hastings.] No news so bad abroad as that at home.
The king is sickly, weak, and melancholy,
And his physicians fear him mightily.
Oh! he hath kept an evil diet long,
What, is he in his bed ? [Hastings.] He is my lord.
I may not spend more minutes from my duty,
To which I was returning : pardon me.
And leave the world for me to bustle in ! Let us now precede Richard to the palace. The queen consort Elizabeth, lord Rivers her brother, and marquess Dorset and lord Grey, her sons by first marriage, are in conversation : lord Rivers 28 speaking:
[majesty [Rivers.] Have patience, madam : there's good hope his
Will soon recover his accustom'd health. [Q. Elizabeth.] If he were dead, what would betide of me? [Rivers.] No other harm than loss of such a lord.
The heavens have bless'd you with the young prince
To be your comforter when he is gone. Edward [Q. Elizabeth.] Ah! he is young; and his minority
Is put into the trust of Richard Gloster,
A man that loves not me, nor none of you. Buckingham and Stanley here enter from an inner apartment:
How does the king to-day, my lord of Buckingham ?
[ferr'd with him, [Buckingham.] Madam, we still have hopes : we have con
And he desires forthwith to make atonement
And you, my noble lords; and Hastings too. [Q. Elizabeth.] Would all were well! but that will never be;
I fear our happiness is at the height.
Gloster and Hastings here enter, as from without : Gloster speaks as he comes in: [Gloster.] They do me wrong, and I will not endure it :
Who are they that complain unto the king
By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks? [Rivers.] To whom, in all this presence, speaks your grace ? [Gloster.] To thee, that hast nor honesty, nor grace.
When have I injur'd thee? when done thee wrong?
But you must trouble him with lewd complaints. [Q. Elizabeth.] Brother of Gloster, you mistake the matter:
The king, of his own royal disposition,