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Because the reins of power are held too slack,
Glo. Beshrew my heart! but you have well divin'd
Hast. Of this I am to learn; as not supposing
Glo. Ay, marry, but there is-
His jolly match with that same buxom widow,
Hast. Ill befall
ward ? When shall the deadly hate of faction cease, When shall our long-divided land have rest, If ev'ry 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!
Glo. What if some patriot, for the public good, Should vary
from your scheme, new-mould the state? Hast. Curse on the innovating hand, attempts it! Remember him, the villain, righteous Heav'n, In thy great day of vengeance ! Blast the traitor And his pernicious councils; who for wealth, For pow'r, the pride of greatness, or revenge, Would plunge his native land in civil wars !
Glo. You go too far, my lord.
Hast. Your highness' pardonHave we so soon forgot those days of ruin, When York and Lancaster drew forth the battles; When, like a matron butcher'd by her sons, Our groaning country bled at ev'ry vein; When murders, rapes, and massacres prevail'd; When churches, palaces, and cities blaz'd; When insolence and barbarism triumph'd, 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,
Glo. How now! so hot!
Hast. I hope you highness does not think I mean it;
[Embraces him. By holy Paul, y're a right honest man ! The time is full 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: For me, I ask no more than honour gives, To think me yours, and rank me with your friends.
[Exit GLOSTER. Hast. 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 confess'd ; Beyond or love's or friendship's sacred band, Beyond myself, I prize my native land : On this foundation would I build
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.
ACT THE FOURTH.
Rat. 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.
Glo. This wayward and perverse declining from us
Cat. If she have such dominion o'er his heart,
Rat. Let her instruct her tongue to bear your mes.
Glo. Your council likes me well, it shall follow'd.
[Exeunt RATCLIFF and CATESBY, How poor a thing is he, how worthy scorn, Who leaves the guidance of imperial manhood To such a paltry piece of stuff as this is ! A moppet made of prettiness and pride ; That oftener does her giddy fancies change, Than glittering dew-drops in the sun do colourNow, shame upon it! was our reason given For such a use ! Sure there is something more than witchcraft in them, That masters ev'n the wisest of us all.
Enter JANE SHORE.
you are come most fitly. We have ponder’d
Glo. Marry there are, tho' I believe them not,