Yet will not I, poor Jane! on thee exclaim. SCENE II.—The Palace. [Exit. Enter the Queen, and the Marquis of Dorset, leading Jane Shore, who falls on her knees before the Queen, fearful and weeping. Queen. Now, as I am a queen, a goodly creature! Son, how was she attended? where found you her? Mar. Madam, I found her at the Marshalsea, Going to visit the poor prisoners, As she came by, having been to take the air; And there the keeper told me she oft deals Such bounteous alms as seldom hath been seen. Queen. Now, before God! she would make a gallant Queen! But, good son Dorset, stand aside awhile. God save your Majesty! my Lady Shore! My Lady Shore, said I? Oh, blasphemy, Jane. Great queen! yet hear me, if my sin committed Oh, had I words or tongue to utter it, To plead my woman's weakness, and his strength, Ev'n Innocence herself would blush for shame, Mar. Spurn the whore, mother! tear those enticing eyes, That robb'd you of King Edward's dearest love. Mangle those locks, the baits to his desires. Let me come to her: you but stand and talk, Queen. Son! stand aloof, and do not trouble me. Yet once more will I to my former humour. (Aloud.) Why, as I am, think that thou wert a queen ; And I as thou should wrong thy princely bed, And win the King thy husband, as thou mine: She had rather feel his warm limbs in her bed, Though majesty makes us the more ambitious. Knowledge might teach thee. There was once a king, His queen yet got a trick to find her out; And how she us'd her, I am sure thou hast heard. She wrong'd but one bed; only the angry Queen's; What due revenge I ought to take on thee. Jane. Ev'n what you will, great queen! here do I lie, Humble and prostrate at your highness' feet; Inflict on me what may revenge your wrong: Was never lamb abode more patiently Than I will do. Call all your griefs to mind; And do ev'n what you will, or how likes you, Mar. Fetch'd I her for this? mother, let me come to her; And what compassion will not suffer you To do to her, refer the same to me. Queen. Touch her not, son, upon thy life I charge thee! But keep off still, if thou wilt have my love. I am glad to hear ye are so well resolv'd [Exit Marquis. To bear the burthen of my just displeasure. [She draws a knife, and making as though she meant to spoil Jane Shore's face, runs to her, and falling on her knees, embraces and kisses her, throwing away the knife. Thus, then, I'll do. Alas, poor soul! Shall I weep with thee? in faith, poor heart, I will. But, with besieging, he will batter it? Weep not, sweet Jane! alas, I know thy sex, Touch'd with the self-same weakness that thou art : And if my state had been as mean as thine, (Though I may promise much to mine own strength), What might have hapt to me I cannot tell. Nay, fear not; for I speak it with my heart, Jane. Most high and mighty Queen! may I believe There can be found such mercy in a woman? And in a queen, more then in a wife, So deeply wrong'd as I have wronged you? Queen. Rise, my sweet Jane! I say thou shalt not kneel; My love to her may purchase me his love. I know thou may'st do much with my dear lord. And I and mine will love and cherish thee. Jane. All I can do is all too little too, But to requite the least part of this grace. Enter King Edward, angrily, his Lords following. King. What, is my Jane with her? It is too true. See where she hath her down upon her knees! Why, how now, Bess? what, will ye wrong my Jane? Come hither, love! what hath she done to thee? [Jane falls on her knees to the King. Jane. Oh, royal Edward! love thy beauteous Queen! The only perfect mirror of her kind, For all the choicest virtues can be named! |