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Even in the afternoon of her best days,
Made prize and purchase of his lustful eye,
Seduced the pitch and height of all his thoughts
To base declension and loathed bigamy
By her, in his unlawful bed, he got
This Edward, whom our manners term 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 non 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.
Lord 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 these cares 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 kin,
And egally indeed to all estates,--
Yet whether 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.
CATESBY:
Call them again, my lord, and accept their suit.
ANOTHER:
Do, good my lord, lest all the land do rue it.
GLOUCESTER:
Would you enforce me to a world of care?
Well, call them again. I am not made of stone,
But penetrable to your. kind entreats,
Albeit against my conscience and my soul.
Cousin of Buckingham, and you sage, grave men,
Since you will buckle fortune on my back,
To bear her burthen, whether I will or no,
I must have patience to endure the load:
But if black scandal or foul-faced reproach
Attend the sequel of your imposition,
Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me
From all the impure blots and stains thereof;
For God he knows, and you may partly see,
How far I am from the desire thereof.
Lord 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 kingly title:
Long live Richard, England's royal king!
Lord Mayor:
Amen.
BUCKINGHAM:
To-morrow will it please you to be crown'd?
GLOUCESTER:
Even when you please, since you will have it so.
BUCKINGHAM:
To-morrow, then, we will attend your grace:
And so most joyfully we take our leave.
GLOUCESTER:
Come, let us to our holy task again.
Farewell, good cousin; farewell, gentle friends.
DUCHESS OF YORK:
Who meets us here? my niece Plantagenet
Led in the hand of her kind aunt of Gloucester?