As That you shall be new christen'd in the Tower. And, for my name of George begins with G, Glo. Why, this it is, when men are rul'd by women : 'Tis not the king, that fends you to the Tower; My lady Grey his wife, Clarence, 'tis the, That tempers him to this extremity. Was it not she, and that good man of worship, That made him fend lord Haftings to the Tower; Clar. By heaven, I think, there is no man fecure, The jealous o'er-worn widow, and herself, Since that our brother dubb'd them gentlewomen, B 2 Brak. Brak. I beseech your graces both to pardon me ;. Glo. Even fo? an pleafe your worship, Brakenbury, We speak no treason, man ;-We fay, the king A bonny eye, a paffing pleafing tongue; "And the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks: How fay you, fir? can you deny all this? Brak. With this, my lord, myfelf have nought to do. Glo. Naught to do with mistress Shore? I tell thee, fellow, He that doth naught with her excepting one, Were beft to do it fecretly, alone. Brak. What one, my lord? Glo. Her husband, knave:-Would'ft thou betray me? Brak. I beseech your grace to pardon me; and withal, Forbear your conference with the noble duke. Clar. We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey. Glo. We are the queen's abjects, and must obey. Brother, farewell: I will unto the king; And whatfoe'er you will employ me in,— Were it, to call king Edward's widow-fister,- Clar. I know, it pleaseth neither of us well. I will deliver you, or else lie for you : Mean time, have patience. Clar. I must perforce; farewell. [Exeunt CLARENCE, BRAKENBURY, and Guard ̧ Glo. Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return, Simple, plain Clarence !—I do love thee so, That I will shortly send thy foul to heaven, If heaven will take the present at our hands, Enter HASTINGS. Haft. Good time of day unto my gracious lord! How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment? Glo. No doubt, no doubt; and fo fhall Clarence too; For they, that were your enemies, are his, And have prevail'd as much on him, as you. Glo. What news abroad? Haft. No news so bad abroad, as this at home;The king is fickly, weak, and melancholy, And his phyficians fear him mightily. Glo. Now, by faint Paul, this news is bad indeed. O, he hath kept an evil diet long, And over-much confum'd his royal person; 'Tis very grievous to be thought upon. What, is he in his bed? Haft. He is. B 3 Glo Glo. Go you before, and I will follow you. [Exit HASTINGS. He cannot live, I hope; and must not die, Till George be pack'd with posthorse up to heaven. Clarence hath not another day to live: Which done, God take king Edward to his mercy, For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter; Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives, and reigns; SCENE II. The fame. Another Street. Enter the corpfe of King HENRY the Sixth, borne in an open coffin, Gentlemen bearing halberds, to guard it; and Lady ANNE as mourner. Anne. Set down, fet down your honourable load,- Pale Pale afhes of the house of Lancaster ! To hear the lamentations of poor Anne, I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes :- May fright the hopeful mother at the view Than I am made by my young lord, and thee!- And, ftill as you are weary of the weight, [The bearers take up the corpfe, and advance. Enter GLOSTER. Glo. Stay you, that bear the corfe, and fet it down. Anne. What black magician conjures up this fiend, To stop devoted charitable deeds? |