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Which God defend that I should wring from him.

BUCKINGHAM.

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 afterward by substitute betroth'd

To Bona, sister to the King of France.

These both put off, 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

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 times

Unto a lineal true-derived course.

MAYOR.

Do, good my lord; your citizens entreat you.

BUCKINGHAM.

Refuse not, mighty lord, this proffer'd love.

CATESBY.

O, make them joyful, grant their lawful suit!

GLOUCESTER.

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.

BUCKINGHAM.

If you refuse it-as, in love and zeal,

Loath 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 egally indeed to all estates-

Yet know, whe'er you accept our suit or no,

Your brother's son shall never reign our king;

But we will plant some other in the throne

To the disgrace and downfall of your house;

And in this resolution here we leave you.

Come, citizens. Zounds, I'll entreat no more.

GLOUCESTER.

O, do not swear, my lord of Buckingham.

Exeunt BUCKINGHAM, MAYOR, and citizens

CATESBY.

Call him again, sweet Prince, accept their suit.

If you deny them, all the land will rue it.

GLOUCESTER.

Will you enforce me to a world of cares?

Call them again. I am not made of stones,

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 burden, whe'er 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, and you may partly see,

How far I am from the desire of this.

MAYOR.

God bless your Grace! We see it, and will say it.

GLOUCESTER.

In saying so, you shall but say the truth.

BUCKINGHAM.

Then I salute you with this royal title-

Long live King Richard, England's worthy King!

ALL.

Amen.

BUCKINGHAM.

To-morrow may it please you to be crown'd?

GLOUCESTER.

Even when you please, for you will have it so.

BUCKINGHAM.

To-morrow, then, we will attend your Grace;

And so, most joyfully, we take our leave.

GLOUCESTER.

[To the BISHOPS] Come, let us to our holy work again.

Farewell, my cousin; farewell, gentle friends. Exeunt

ACT IV.

SCENE 1.

London. Before the Tower

Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH, DUCHESS of YORK, and MARQUIS of DORSET, at

one door;

ANNE, DUCHESS of GLOUCESTER, leading LADY MARGARET PLANTAGENET,

CLARENCE's young daughter, at another door

DUCHESS.

Who meets us here? My niece Plantagenet,

Led in the hand of her kind aunt of Gloucester?

Now, for my life, she's wand'ring to the Tower,

On pure heart's love, to greet the tender Princes.

Daughter, well met.

ANNE.

God give your Graces both

A happy and a joyful time of day!

QUEEN ELIZABETH.

As much to you, good sister! Whither away?