Oh! princely Gloster! judge me not ungentle, If, when the public safety is in question, My zeal flows warm and eager from my tongue. I judge you by myself, a clear true spirit, Hast. I am not read, Not skill'd and practis'd in the arts of greatness, Think England's peace bought cheaply with my blood, [Exit. ACT IV. The SCENE continues. Enter the Duke of GLOSTER, Sir Richard RATCLIFFE, and Sir William CATESBY. Glos. This was the sum of all; that he would brook No alteration in the present state. At last, forsooth! the testy gentleman Ratc. Ill does it thus befall. I could have wish'd This Lord had stood with us. His friends are wealthy, Thereto, his own possessions large and mighty; 'The vassals and dependants on his power Firm in adherence, ready, bold, and many;' His name had been of 'vantage to your Highness, And stood our present purpose much in stead. Glos. This wayward and perverse declining from us, Has warranted at full the friendly notice Which we this morn receiv'd. I hold it certain Ratc. Let her instruct her tongue to bear your message, Be led and turn'd again, say and unsay, Receive the yoke and yield exact obedience. Glos. Your counsel likes me well,* it shall be follow'd; She waits without, attending on her suit. Go, call her in, and leave us here alone. [Exeunt Ratcliffe and Catesby. How poor a thing is he, how worthy scorn, Who leaves the guidance of imperial manhood To such a paltry piece of stuff as this is! A moppet, made of prettiness and pride; That oftner does her giddy fancies change, Than glittering dew-drops in the sun do colours. * Pleases me well. So in K. Lear. A. II. S. II. And again There's some conceit or other likes him not. Richard III. A. 111, S. IV. Now, shame upon it! Was our reason given The sport of every whiffling blast that blows?! Sure there is something more than witchcraft in them, That masters e'en the wisest of us all. Enter JANE Shore. Oh! you are come most fitly. We have ponder'd On this your grievance. And tho' some there are, Nay, and those great ones too, who would enforce The rigour of our power to afflict you, And bear a heavy hand, yet fear not you, We've ta'en you to our favour; our protection J. Sho. The blessings of a heart with anguish broken, When most my heart was lifted with delight, 'If I withheld my morsel from the hungry, "Forgot the widow's want, and orphan's cry; If I have known a good I have not shar'd, Nor call'd the poor to take his portion with me, Let my worst enemies stand forth, and now 'Deny the succour which I gave not then.'‡ Glos. Indeed there are, tho' I believe them not, + O day and night, but this is wond'rous strange ! Hamlet, A. 1. S. v. Again, See before p. 113. Note. "If I have withheld the poor from their desire, or have caused the eyes of the widow to fail; or have eaten my morsel myself alone, " and the fatherless hath not eaten thereof;"-" If I have seen any "perish for want of cloathing, or any poor without covering;' "If I have lifted up my band against the fatherless, when I saw my "help in the gate, then let", &c. Job. XXXI. 16, 17, 19, 21, 22. "Then let mine enemy persecute my soul and take me: yea, let "him tread my life down in the earth, and lay mine honour in the "dust." Psalm 11. 5. Who say you meddle in affairs of state: J. Sho. Oh that the busy world, at least, in this, None, then, would waste their hours in foreign thoughts, To haunt* her idle sounds, and flying tales, Instruct your lowly slave, and let me fly To yield obedience to your dread command. Glos. Why, that's well said-Thus, then,-Observe me well, The state for many high and potent reasons Glos. Therefore have resolv'd And 'vest the sov'reign rule in abler hands. * It is so also in the 4to. but I would read hunt. [Aside. Hastings, for very peevishness and spleen, J. Sho. Does he! does Hastings! Glos. Ay, Hastings. J. Sho. Reward him for the noble deed, just Heaven : J. Sho. The poor, forsaken, royal little ones! Stand forth, thou proxy of all-ruling Providence, Glos. You're passing rich in this same heav'nly speech, J. Sho. No, tho' the royal Edward has undone me, He was my King, my gracious master, still; He lov'd me too, tho' 'twas a guilty flame, And fatal to my peace; yet, still, he lov'd me; With fondness, and with tenderness he doated, Dwelt in my eyes, and liv'd but in my smiles." And, can I-oh my heart abhors the thought! Stand by, and see his children robb'd of right? Glos. Dare not, e'en for thy life, to thwart me further; None of your arts, your feigning, and your foolery, |