Richard III. Уильям Шекспир

        Riu. Haue patience Madam, ther's no doubt his Maiesty

      Will soone recouer his accustom'd health

         Gray. In that you brooke it ill, it makes him worse,

      Therefore for Gods sake entertaine good comfort,

      And cheere his Grace with quicke and merry eyes

        Qu. If he were dead, what would betide on me?

      If he were dead, what would betide on me?

        Gray. No other harme, but losse of such a Lord

      Qu. The losse of such a Lord, includes all harmes

         Gray. The Heauens haue blest you with a goodly Son,

      To be your Comforter, when he is gone

         Qu. Ah! he is yong; and his minority

      Is put vnto the trust of Richard Glouster,

      A man that loues not me, nor none of you

         Riu. Is it concluded he shall be Protector?

        Qu. It is determin'd, not concluded yet:

      But so it must be, if the King miscarry.

      Gray. Here comes the Lord of Buckingham & Derby

      Buc. Good time of day vnto your Royall Grace

         Der. God make your Maiesty ioyful, as you haue bin

        Qu. The Countesse Richmond, good my L[ord]. of Derby.

      To your good prayer, will scarsely say, Amen.

      Yet Derby, not withstanding shee's your wife,

      And loues not me, be you good Lord assur'd,

      I hate not you for her proud arrogance

         Der. I do beseech you, either not beleeue

      The enuious slanders of her false Accusers:

      Or if she be accus'd on true report,

      Beare with her weaknesse, which I thinke proceeds

      From wayward sicknesse, and no grounded malice

      Qu. Saw you the King to day my Lord of Derby

         Der. But now the Duke of Buckingham and I,

      Are come from visiting his Maiesty

      Que. What likelyhood of his amendment Lords

      Buc. Madam good hope, his Grace speaks chearfully

         Qu. God grant him health, did you confer with him?

        Buc. I Madam, he desires to make attonement

      Betweene the Duke of Glouster, and your Brothers,

      And betweene them, and my Lord Chamberlaine,

      And sent to warne them to his Royall presence

         Qu. Would all were well, but that will neuer be,

      I feare our happinesse is at the height.

        Rich. They do me wrong, and I will not indure it,

      Who is it that complaines vnto the King,

      That I (forsooth) am sterne, and loue them not?

      By holy Paul, they loue his Grace but lightly,

      That fill his eares with such dissentious Rumors.

      Because I cannot flatter, and looke faire,

      Smile in mens faces, smooth, deceiue, and cogge,

      Ducke with French nods, and Apish curtesie,

      I must be held a rancorous Enemy.

      Cannot a plaine man liue, and thinke no harme,

      But thus his simple truth must be abus'd,

      With silken, slye, insinuating Iackes?

        Grey. To who in all this presence speaks your Grace?

        Rich. To thee, that hast nor Honesty, nor Grace:

      When haue I iniur'd thee? When done thee wrong?

      Or thee? or thee? or any of your Faction?

      A plague vpon you all. His Royall Grace

      (Whom God preserue better then you would wish)

      Cannot be quiet scarse a breathing while,

      But you must trouble him with lewd complaints

         Qu. Brother of Glouster, you mistake the matter:

      The King on his owne Royall disposition,

      (And not prouok'd by any Sutor else)

      Ayming (belike) at your interiour hatred,

      That in your outward action shewes it selfe

      Against my Children, Brothers, and my Selfe,

      Makes him to send, that he may learne the ground

         Rich. I cannot tell, the world is growne so bad,

      That Wrens make prey, where Eagles dare not pearch.

      Since euerie Iacke became a Gentleman,

      There's many a gentle person made a Iacke

         Qu. Come, come, we know your meaning Brother Gloster

      You enuy my aduancement, and my friends:

      God grant we neuer may haue neede of you

         Rich. Meane time, God grants that I haue need of you.

      Our Brother is imprison'd by your meanes,

      My selfe disgrac'd, and the Nobilitie

      Held in contempt, while great Promotions

      Are daily giuen to ennoble those

      That scarse some two dayes since were worth a Noble

         Qu. By him that rais'd me to this carefull height,

      From that contented hap which I inioy'd,

      I neuer did incense his Maiestie

      Against the Duke of Clarence, but haue bin

      An earnest aduocate to plead for him.

      My Lord you do me shamefull iniurie,

      Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects

         Rich. You may deny that you were not the meane

      Of my Lord Hastings late imprisonment

         Riu. She may my Lord, for-

        Rich. She may Lord Riuers, why who knowes not so?

      She may do more sir then denying that:

      She