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Amidst the wealthy,cily, murmurs rise,
Lewd railings, and reproach on those that role,
With open scorn of government; hence credit,
And public trust 'twixt man and man, are broke.
The golden streams of commerce are withheld,
Which fed the wants of needy hinds and artizans,
Who therefore curse the great, and threat rebellion.

Lord H. The resty knaves are over-run with ease,
As plenty ever is the nurse of faction;
If in good days, like these, the headstrong berd
Grow madly wanton and repine, it is
Because the reins of power are held too slack,
And reverend authority of late
Has worn a face of mercy more than justice.

Glos. Beshrew my heart! but you have well divin'd
The source of these disorders. Who can wonder
If riot and misrule o’erturn the realın,
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 govern:

Lord H. 'Tis true, the kingis young: but what of that?
We feel no want of Edward's riper years,
While Gloster's valour and most princely wisdom
So well support our infant sov'reign's place,
His youth's support, and guardian to his throne.

Glos. The council (much I'm bound to thank’em fort)
Have plac'd a págeant sceptre in my hand,
Barren of pow'r, and subject to controul;
Scorn’d by my foes, and useless to my friends.
Ob, worthy lord! were mine the rule indeed,
I think I should not suffer rank offence
At large to lord it in the commonweal;
Nor would the realm be rent by discord thus,
Thus fear and doubt, betwixt disputed titles.

Lord H. Of this I am to learn; as not supposing
A doubt like this

Glos. Ay, marry, but there is-
And that of much concern.

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Has mov’d the people wouch about the lawfulness
Of Edward's issue? By right grave authority
Of learning and religion, plainly proving,
A bastard scion never should be grafted
Upon a royal stock; from thence at full
Discoursing on my brother's former contract
To lady Elizabeth Lucy, long before
His jolly match with that saine buxom widow,
The queen he left behind him-

Lord H. III befall
Such meddling priests, who kindle up confusion,
And vex the quiet world with their vain scruples !
By heav'n 'tis done in perfect spite to eace.
Did not the king
Our royal master, Edward, in concurrence
With his estates assembled, well determine
What course the sov'reign rule should take hencefor-
When shall the deadly hate of faction cease, (ward ?
When shall our long-divided land have rest,
If every peevish, moody malecontent,
Shall set the senseless rabble in an uproar,
Fright them with dangers, and perplex their brains,
Each day with some fantastic giddy change?

Glos. What if some patriot, for the public good,
Should vary from your scheme, new-mould the state?

Lord H. Curse on the innovating hand attempts it!
Remember him, the villain, righteous heaven,
In tby great day of vengeance! blast the traitor
And his pernicious coupsels; who for wealth,
Would plunge his native land in civil wars!

, Glos. You go too far, my lord.

Lord H. Your highness' pardon
Have we so soon forgot those days of ruin,
When York aud Lancaster drew forth their baltles;
When, like a matron butcher'al by her sons,
Our groaping country bled at every vein;
When murders, rapes, and massacres prevail'd;
When churches, palaces, and cities blaz'd;
When insolence and barbarism triumpl’d,

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And swept away distinction: peasants trod
Upon the necks of nobles : low were laid
The reverend crosier and the holy mitre,
And desolation cover'd all the land ;
Who can remember this, and not, like me,
Here vow to sheath a dagger in his heart,
Whose damn'd ambition would renew those horrors,
And set once more that scene of blood before us ?

Glos. How now! so hot!
Lord H. So hrare, and so resolvd.

Glos. Is then our friendship of so little moment,
That you could arm your hand against my life?

Lord H. I hope your highness does not think I mean it;
No, heav'n forfend that e'er your princely person
Should come within the scope of my resentment.
Glos. O noble Hastings! nay, I must embrace you;

[Embraces his.
By holy Paul, you're a right honest man!
The time is foll of danger and distrust,
And warns us to be wary. Hold me not
Too apt for jealousy and light surmise,
If when I meant to lodge you next my heart,
I put your truth to trial. Keep your loyalty,
And live your king and country's best support:

I ask no more than honour gives,
To think me yours, and rank me with your friends. [Erit.

Lord H. I am not read,
Nor skilld and practis'd in the arts of greatness,
To kindle thus, and give a scope to passion.
The duke is surely noble; but he touch'd me
Ev'n on the tend'rest point; the master-string
That makes most harmony or discord to me.
I own the glorious subject fires my breast,
And my soul's darling passion stands confessid;
Beyond or love's or friendship’s sacred band,
Beyond myself, I prize my native land:
On this foundation would I build my fame,
And emulate the Greek and Roman name;
Think England's peace bought cheaply with my blood,
And die with pleasure for my country's good. [Exit.

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SCENE I. The same.
Enter Duke of Gloster, RATCLIFFE, and CATESBY.

Glos. This was the sum of all: that he would brook
No alteration in the present state.
Marry, at last, the testy, gentleman
Was almost moy'd to bid us bold defiance:
But there I dropp'd the argument, and changing
The first design and parport of my speech,
I prais'd his good affection to young Edward,
And left him to believe my thoughts like bis.
Proceed we then in this fore-mention'd matter,
As nothing bound or trusting to his friendship.

Sir R. Ill does it thus befall. I could have wish'd
This lord had stood with us.
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 certaiu,

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This puling, whining harlot rules his reason,
And prompts bis zeal for Edward's bastard brood.

Cates. If she have such dominion o'er his heart,
And turn it at her will, you rule her fate;
And should, by inference and apt deduction,
Be arbiter of his. Is not her bread,
The very means immediate to her being,
The bounty of your hand? Why does she live,
If not to yield obedience to your pleasure,
To speak, to act, to think as you command!

Sir R. Let her instruct her tongue to bear your mes-
Teach every grace to sinile in your behalf, [sage;
And her deluded eyes to gloat for you;
His ductile reason will be wound about,
Be led and torn'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.

[Ereunt Ratcliffe and Catesby.
How a thing is he, how worthy scorn,

leaves the guidance of imperial manhood
To such a paltry piece of stuff as this is!
A moppel inade of prettiness and pride;
That oftener does ber giddy fancies change,
Than glittering dow-drops in the sou do colours
Now, shame upon it! was our reason given
For such a use? To be thus puff'd about.
Sure there is something more than witchcraft in tliem,
That masters ey'n the wisest of us all.

Oh! you are come most fitly. We have ponder'd
On this your grievauce: and though some there are,
Nay, and those great ones too, who would enforce
The rigour of our power to afflict you,
And bear a heavy land; yet fear not you:
We've ta’en you lo our favour; our proteetion
Shall stand between, and shield you from mishap,

Jane S. The blessings of a heart with anguish broken




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