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Grey
In that you brook it ill, it makes him worse.
Therefore, for God’s sake, entertain good comfort,
And cheer his grace with quick and merry eyes.
Elizabeth
If he were dead, what would betide on me?
Rivers
No other harm but loss of such a lord.
Elizabeth
The loss of such a lord includes all harms.
Grey
The heavens have blessed you with a goodly son
To be your comforter when he is gone.
Elizabeth
Ah, 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?
Elizabeth
It is determined, not concluded yet,
But so it must be if the king miscarry.
Enter Buckingham and Stanley Earl of Derby.
Grey
Here come the lords of Buckingham and Derby.
Buckingham
Good time of day unto your royal grace.
Stanley
God make your majesty joyful, as you have been.
Elizabeth
The Countess Richmond, good my Lord of Derby,
To your good prayer 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.
Stanley
I do beseech you, either not believe
The envious slanders of her false accusers,
Or if she be accused on true report,
Bear with her weakness, which I think proceeds
From wayward sickness and no grounded malice.
Rivers
Saw you the king today, my lord of Derby?
Elizabeth
But now the Duke of Buckingham and I
Are come from visiting his majesty.
Elizabeth
What likelihood of his amendment, lords?
Buckingham
Madam, good hope. His grace speaks cheerfully.
Elizabeth
God grant him health. Did you confer with him?
Buckingham
Ay, madam. He desires to make atonement
Between the Duke of Gloucester and your brothers,
And between them and my Lord Chamberlain,
And sent to warn them to his royal presence.
Elizabeth
Would all were well, but that will never be.
I fear our happiness is at the hight.
Enter Richard and Hastings.
Richard
They do me wrong, and I will not endure it.
Who is it 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 look 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 man live and think no harm,
But thus his simple truth must be abused
By silken, sly, insinuating jacks?
Grey
To who in all this presence speaks your grace?
Richard
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 grace,
Whom God preserve better than you would wish,
Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing while
But you must trouble him with lewd complaints.
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,
That in your outward actions shows itself
Against my children, brothers, and myself,
Makes him to send, that he may learn the ground.
Richard
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.
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.
Richard
Meantime, God grants that I have need of you.
Your brother is imprisoned by your means,
My self disgraced, and the nobility
Held in contempt, while great promotions
Are daily given to ennoble those
That scarce some two days since were worth a noble.
Elizabeth
By Him that raised me to this careful height
From that contented hap which I enjoyed,
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 suspècts.
Richard
You may deny that you were not the mean
Of my Lord Hastings’ late imprisonment.
Rivers
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