This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1865 Excerpt: ...Dorset. Gla. 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?That fill his ears with such dissentious rumours. Because I cannot flatter and speak fair, Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, Duck 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 abus'd By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks? Grey. To whom in all this presence speaks your grace? Glo. To thee, that hast nor honesty nor grace. When have I injur'd thee? when done thee wrong?--him? By holy Paul, they love his but lightly Or thee?--or thee?--or any of your faction? A plague upon you all! His royal grace,--Whom God preserve better than you would wish!--Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing while, But you must trouble him with lewd complaints. Q. Eliz. Brother of Gloster, you mistake the matter. The king, on his own royal disposition, And not provok'd by any suitor else--Aiming, belike, at your interior hatred, That in your outward action shows itself Against my children, brothers, and myself--Makes him to send; that thereby he may gather The ground of your ill-will, and so remove it. Glo. I cannot tell: the world is grown so bad, That wrens may prey where eagles dare not perch: Since every Jack became a gentleman, There's many a gentle person made a Jack. Q. Eliz. Come, come, we know your meaning, brother You envy my advancement, and my friends': Gloster; God grant we never may have need of you! Glo. Meantime, God grants that we have need of you: Our brother is imprison'd by your means, Myself disgrac'd, and the nobility Held in contempt; while great promotions Are daily given to ennoble those That scarce, some two d...