GLO. I cannot tell, if to depart in silence,
Or bitterly to speak in your reproof,
Best fitteth my degree, or your condition:
If not to answer, you might haply think,
Tongue-tied ambition, not replying, yielded
To bear the golden yoke of sovereignty,
Which fondly you would here impose on me;
If to reprove you for this suit of yours,
So season'd with your faithful love to me,
Then, on the other side, I check'd my friends.
Therefore, to speak, and to avoid the first;
And then, in speaking, not to incur the last,-
Definitively thus I answer youa.

Your love deserves my thanks; but my desert
Unmeritable shuns your high request.

First, if all obstacles were cut away,
And that my path were even to the crown,
As the ripe revenue and due of birth;

Yet so much is my poverty of spirit,

So mighty, and so many, my defects,

That I would rather hide me from my greatness,
Being a bark to brook no mighty sea,
Than in my greatness covet to be hid,
And in the vapour of my glory smother'd.
But, God be thank'd, there is no need of me;
(And much I need to help you, were there need b ;)
The royal tree hath left us royal fruit,

Which, mellow'd by the stealing hours of time,

Will well become the seat of majesty,

And make, no doubt, us happy by his reign.

On him I lay that you would lay on me,

The right and fortune of his happy stars,
Which God defend that I should wring from him!
BuсK. My lord, this argues conscience in your grace;
But the respects thereof are nice and trivial,
All circumstances well considered.

You say that Edward is

your brother's son;
So say we too, but not by Edward's wife:
For first was he contract to lady Lucy,-
Your mother lives a witness to his vow;
And afterwards by substitute betroth'd
To Bona, sister to the king of France.

a These ten lines, from " If not to answer," are not in the quartos. b Were there need, in the folio; the quartos, if need were.

These both put offa, a poor petitioner,
A care-craz'd mother to a many sons,
A beauty-waning and distressed widow,
Even in the afternoon of her best days,
Made prize and purchase of his wanton eye,
Seduc'd the pitch and height of his degree b
To base declension and loath'd bigamy;

By her, in his unlawful bed, he got

This Edward, whom our manners call the prince.
More bitterly could I expostulate,

Save that, for reverence to some alive,

I give a sparing limit to my tongue.

Then, good my lord, take to your royal self
This proffer'd benefit of dignity:

If not to bless us and the land withal,
Yet to draw forth your noble ancestry
From the corruption of abusing time,
Unto a lineal true-derived course.

MAY. Do, good my lord; your citizens entreat you.
BUCK. Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffer'd love.
CATE. O make them joyful, grant their lawful suit.
GLO. Alas, why would you heap this care on me?
I am unfit for state and majesty:

I do beseech you, take it not amiss;
I cannot, nor I will not, yield to you.
BUCK. If you refuse it,-as in love and zeal,
Loth to depose the child, your brother's son,
As well we know your tenderness of heart,
And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse,
Which we have noted in you to your kindred,
And equally, indeed, to all estates,—
Yet know, whe'r you accept our suit or no,
Your brother's son shall never reign our king;
But we will plant some other in the throned,
To the disgrace and downfal of your house.
And in this resolution here we leave you;—
Come, citizens, we will entreat no more e.

[Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and Citizens.

The quarto has a most characteristic passage here. Buckingham says,

CATE. Call them again, sweet prince, accept their suit;
If you deny them, all the land will rue it.
GLO. Will you enforce me to a world of cares?
Call them again; I am not made of stone,
But penetrable to your kind entreaties,
Albeit against my conscience and my soul.

Re-enter BUCKINGHAM, and the rest.

Cousin of Buckingham, and sage grave men,
Since you will buckle fortune on my back,
To bear her burthen, whe'r I will or no,
I must have patience to endure the load:
But if black scandal, or foul-fac'd reproach,
Attend the sequel of your imposition,
Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me
From all the impure blots and stains thereof:
For God doth know a, and you may partly see,
How far I am from the desire of this.

MAY. God bless your grace! we see it, and will say it.
GLO. In saying so you shall but say the truth.
BUCK. Then I salute you with this royal title,—

Long live king Richard, England's worthy king!
ALL. Amen.

BUCK. To-morrow may it please you to be crown'd?
GLO. Even when you please, for you will have it so.
BUCK. To-morrow, then, we will attend your grace;
And so most joyfully we take our leave.
GLO. Come, let us to our holy work again :—
Farewell, my cousin;-farewell, gentle friends.

a Doth know, in the folio; the quartos, he knows.

[Exit CATESBY.

[To the Bishops.

[Exeunt.

Enter on one side, QUEEN ELIZABETH, DUCHESS OF YORK, and MARQUIS OF
DORSET; on the other, ANNE DUCHESS OF GLOSTER, leading LADY MAR-
GARET PLANTAGENET, CLARENCE's young daughter.

DUCH. Who meets us here?-my niece a Plantagenet,
Led in the hand of her kind aunt of Gloster?
Now, for my life, she 's wand'ring to the Tower,
On pure heart's love, to greet the tender prince.
Daughter, well met.

ANNE.

God give your graces both

A happy and a joyful time of day!

a Niece-grand-daughter. In 'Othello' nephews are put for grandchildren.

Q. ELIZ. As much to you, good sister! Whither away?
ANNE. No further than the Tower; and, as I guess,
Upon the like devotion as yourselves,

To gratulate the gentle princes there.

Q. ELIZ. Kind sister, thanks; we 'll enter all together:

Enter BRAKENBURY.

And, in good time, here the lieutenant comes.
Master lieutenant, pray you, by your leave,

How doth the prince, and my young son of York?
BRAK. Right well, dear madam: By your patience,
I may not suffer you to visit them;

The king hath strictly charg'd the contrary.
Q. ELIZ. The king! who 's that?

BRAK.
I mean the lord protector.
Q. ELIZ. The Lord protect him from that kingly title!
Hath he set bounds between their love and me?
I am their mother, who shall bar me from them?
DUCH. I am their father's mother, I will see them.
ANNE. Their aunt I am in law, in love their mother:
Then bring me to their sights; I'll bear thy blame,
And take thy office from thee, on my peril.
BRAK. No, madam, no, I may not leave it so;

I am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me,

Enter STANLEY.

STAN. Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence,
And I'll salute your grace of York as mother,
And reverend looker-on, of two fair queens.
Come, madam, you must straight to Westminster,

There to be crowned Richard's royal queen.

Q. ELIZ. Ah, cut my lace asunder!

[Exit BRAKENBURY.

[To the DUCHESS OF GLOSTER.

That my pent heart may have some scope to beat,
Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news.

ANNE. Despiteful tidings! O unpleasing news!
DOR. Be of good cheer: Mother, how fares your grace?
Q. ELIZ. O Dorset, speak not to me, get thee gone,
Death and destruction dog thee at thy heels;
Thy mother's name is ominous to children:
If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas,
And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell.
Go, hie thee, hie thee, from this slaughterhouse,
Lest thou increase the number of the dead;