Several lords of the council, guards, and attendants. Several lords of the council, guards, and attendants. SCENE, London. Glocester. THUS far success attends upon our councils, The sceptre and the golden wreath of royalty Rat. Then take 'em to you, And wear 'em long and worthily. You are Die astmamng nae of encely York, Cat. And vera-murrow does the council meet, Tix a day for Evard's coronation. Who can expound mis réc ́e? Gust. That can I. Those lords are each one my approv'd good friends, And di vent to buste in the state, Their ze goes on ro farther than we lead, Cat. Yet there is one, And he amongst the foremost in his power, I own, I doubt of his inclining, much. Glost. I guess the man at whom your words would point: Hastings Cat. The same. Glost. He bears me great good-will. Cat. 'Tis true, to you, as to the lord protector, And Gloster's duke, he bows with lowly service: But were he bid to cry, God save King Richard, Then tell me in what terms he would reply? Believe me, I have prov'd the man, and found him: know he bears a most religious reverence 'o his dead master Edward's royal memory, And whither that may lead him is most plain. ́et more-One of that stubborn sort he is, Vho, if they once grow fond of an opinion, `hey call it honour, honesty, and faith, And sooner part with life than let it go. Glost. And yet this tough impracticable heart, s govern'd by a dainty-finger'd girl; uch flaws are found in the most worthy natures; ▲ laughing, toying, wheedling, whimpering she hall make him amble on a gossip's message, And take the distaff with a hand as patient As e'er did Hercules. Rat. The fair Alicia, Of noble birth and exquisite of feature, The dame has been too lavish of her feast, Glost. No more, he comes. Enter Lord HASTINGS. Hast. Health, and the happiness of many days, Attend upon your grace. Glost. My good lord chamberlain, We're much beholden to your gentle friendship. Hast. My lord, I come an humble suitor to you. Guest. La might good me. Speak out your ple dast. I am to move your highness in behalf Cfshore's innappy wife. Giust. Say you, of Shure' Hust. Once a bright star, that heid her place a high: The first and fairest of our English dames, She never sees the sun, but thro' her tears, Gust. Marry! the times are badly chang'd with her, From Edward's days to these. Then all was jollity, Hast. No farther, my good lord, than friendly pit And tender-hearted charity allow. Glost. Go to; I did not mean to chide you for it. |