« ZurückWeiter »
Enter the Duke of Gloster, Sir RICHARD RAT.
CLIFFE, CATESBY, Courtiers, and other attendants. 3. Sh. [Kneeling.] Oh, noble Gloster, turn thy gra
Incline thy pitying ear to my complaint,
[Receiving the paper, and raising her.
advocate; A worthy and right gentle lord he is, And to his trust most true. This present Now Some matters of the state detain our leisure; Those once dispatch'd, we'll call for you anon, And give your griefs redress. Go to! be comforted, 7. Sh. Good Heav'ns repay your highness for this
pity, And show'r down blessings on your princely head. Come, my Alicia, reach thy friendly arm, And help me to support this feeble frame, That nodding totters with oppressive woe, And sinks beneath its load. [Exeunt J. Sh. and Alic,
Glost. Now by my holidame! Heavy of heart she seems, and sore afflicted. But thus it is when rude calamity Lays its strong gripe upon these mincing minions;
The dainty gew-gaw forms dissolve at once,
Seeming to read. Ha! what is this? Come nearer, Ratcliffe ! Catesby! Mark the contents, and then divine the meaning.
[He reads. Wonder not, princely Gloster, at the notice This paper brings you from a friend unknown; Lord Hastings is inclin'd to call you master, And kneel to Richard, as to England's king ; But Shore's bewitching wife misleads his heart, And draws his service, to King Edward's sons : Drive her away, you
break the charm that holds him, And he, and all his powers, attend you.
Rat. 'Tis wonderful!
Cat. The means by which it came
Glost. You saw it given, but now.
Glost. No, 'tis plain-
Cat. What hand sve'er it comes from, be assur’d, It means your highness well
Glost Upon the instant,
He must be mine or nothing But he comes !
Enter Lord HASTINGS. Hast. This foolish woman hangs about my heart, Lingers and wanders in my fancy still ; This coyness is put on, 'tis art and cunning, And worn tó urge desire must possess her. The groom, who lift his saucy hand against me, E'er this, is humbled, and repents his daring. Perhaps, ev’n she may profit by th' example, And teach her beauty not to scorn my pow'r. Glost. This do, and wait me e'er the council sits.
[Exeunt Rat. and Cat. My lord, y’are well encountred; here has been A fair petitioner this morning with us; Believe me, she has won me much to pity her: Alas! her gentle nature was not made To buffet with adversity. I told her How worthily her cause you had befriended ; How much for your good sake we meant to do, That
you had spoke, and all things should be well. Hast. Your highness binds me ever to your service. Glost. You know your friendship is most potent
And shares our power. But of this enough,
Amidst the wealthy city, murmurs rise,
Hast. The resty knaves are over-run with ease,
vin'd The source of these disorders. Who can wonder If riot and misrule o'erturn the realm, When the crown sits upon a baby brow ? Plainly to speak; hence comes the gen’ral cry, And sum of all complaint: 'twill ne'er be well With England (thus they talk) while children go.
Hast. 'Tis true, the king is young; but what of
Glost. The council (much I'm bound to thank 'em
Hast. Of this I am to learn; as not supposing
Glost. Ay, marry, but there is
Hast. Ill befall