The Countess Richmond, good my Lord of Derby.
To your good prayers will scarcely say amen.
notwithstanding she's your wife,
And loves not me, be you, good lord, assured
I hate not you for her proud
I do beseech you, either not believe
The envious slanders of her false accusers;
Or, if she be accused in
Bear with her weakness, which, I think proceeds
From wayward sickness, and no grounded
Saw you the king to-day, my Lord of Derby?
But now the Duke of Buckingham and I
Are come from visiting his majesty.
What likelihood of his amendment, lords?
Madam, good hope; his grace speaks cheerfully.
God grant him health! Did you confer with him?
Madam, we did: he desires to make atonement
Betwixt the Duke of Gloucester and your brothers,
betwixt them and my lord chamberlain;
And sent to warn them to his royal presence.
Would all were well! but that will never be
I fear our happiness is at the highest.
Enter GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, and DORSET
They do me wrong, and I will not endure it:
Who are they that complain unto the king,
That I, forsooth,
am stern, and love them not?
By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly
That fill his ears with such dissentious
Because I cannot flatter and speak fair,
Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive and cog,
with French nods and apish courtesy,
I must be held a rancorous enemy.
Cannot a plain man live and
think no harm,
But thus his simple truth must be abused
By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks?
To whom in all this presence speaks your grace?
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