A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Vol. VII (4th edition) - Various
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MRS GOUR. And, husband, I protest by heaven and earth
That her suspect is causeless and unjust,
And that I ne'er had such a vild[440] intent;
Harm she imagin'd, where as none was meant.
PHIL. Lo, sir, what would ye more?
MR BAR. Yes, Philip, this;
That I confirm him in my innocence
By this large universe.
MR GOUR. By that I swear,
I'll credit none of you, until I hear
Friendship concluded straight between them two:
If I see that they willingly will do,
Then I'll imagine all suspicion ends;
I may be then assured, they being friends.
PHIL. Mother, make full my wish, and be it so.
MRS BAR. What, shall I sue for friendship to my foe?
PHIL. No: if she yield, will you?
MRS BAR. It may be, ay.
PHIL. Why, this is well. The other I will try.--
Come, Mistress Goursey, do you first agree.
MRS GOUR. What, shall I yield unto mine enemy?
PHIL. Why, if she will, will you?
MRS GOUR. Perhaps I will
PHIL. Nay, then, I find this goes well forward still.
Mother, give me your hand [_to_ MRS G.], give me yours too--
Be not so loth; some good thing I must do;
But lay your torches by, I like not them;
Come, come, deliver them unto your men:
Give me your hands. So, now, sir, here I stand,
Holding two angry women in my hand:
And I must please them both; I could please tone[441],
But it is hard when there is two to one,
Especially of women; but 'tis so,
They shall be pleas'd, whether they will or no.--
Which will come first? what, both give back! ha, neither!
Why, then, yond help that both may come together[442].
So, stand still, stand [still] but a little while,
And see, how I your angers will beguile.
Well, yet there is no hurt; why, then, let me
Join these two hands, and see how they'll agree:
Peace, peace! they cry; look how they friendly kiss!
Well, all this while there is no harm in this:
Are not these two twins? twins should be both alike,
If tone speaks fair, the tother should not strike:
Jesus, the warriors will not offer blows!
Why, then, 'tis strange that you two should be foes.
O yes, you'll say, your weapons are your tongues;
Touch lip with lip, and they are bound from wrongs:
Go to, embrace, and say, if you be friends,
That here the angry women's quarrels ends.
MRS GOUR. Then here it ends, if Mistress Barnes say so.
MRS BAR. If you say ay, I list not to say no.
MR GOUR. If they be friends, by promise we agree.
MR BAR. And may this league of friendship ever be!
PHIL. What say'st thou, Frank? doth not this fall out well?
FRAN. Yes, if my Mall were here, then all were well.
_Enter_ SIR RALPH SMITH _with_ MALL. [MALL _stays behind_.]
SIR RALPH. Yonder they be, Mall: stay, stand close, and stir not
Until I call. God save ye, gentlemen!
MR BAR. What, Sir Ralph Smith! you are welcome, man:
We wond'red when we heard you were abroad.
SIR RALPH. Why, sir, how heard ye that I was abroad?
MR BAR. By your man.
SIR RALPH. My man! where is he?
WILL. Here.
SIR RALPH. O, ye are a trusty squire!
NICH. It had been better, and he had said, a sure card.
PHIL. Why, sir?
NICH. Because it is the proverb.
PHIL. Away, ye ass!
NICH. An ass goes a four legs; I go of two, Christ cross.
PHIL. Hold your tongue.
NICH. And make no more ado.
MR GOUR. Go to, no more ado. Gentle Sir Ralph,
Your man is not in fault for missing you,
For he mistook by us, and we by him.
SIR RALPH. And I by you, which now I well perceive.
But tell me, gentlemen, what made ye all
Be from your beds this night, and why thus late
Are your wives walking here about the fields[443]:
'Tis strange to see such women of accompt
Here; but I guess some great occasion [prompt.]
MR GOUR. Faith, this occasion, sir: women will jar;
And jar they did to-day, and so they parted;
We, knowing women's malice let alone
Will, canker-like, eat farther in their hearts,
Did seek a sudden cure, and thus it was:
A match between his daughter and my son;
No sooner motioned but 'twas agreed,
And they no sooner saw but wooed and lik'd:
They have it sought to cross, and cross['d] it thus.
SIR RALPH. Fie, Mistress Barnes and Mistress Goursey both;
The greatest sin wherein your souls may sin,
I think, is this, in crossing of true love:
Let me persuade ye.
MRS BAR. Sir, we are persuaded,
And I and Mistress Goursey are both friends;
And, if my daughter were but found again,
Who now is missing, she had my consent
To be dispos'd of to her own content.
SIR RALPH. I do rejoice that what I thought to do,
Ere I begin, I find already done:
Why, this will please your friends at Abington.
Frank, if thou seek'st that way, there thou shalt find
Her, whom I hold the comfort of thy mind.
MAL. He shall not seek me; I will seek him out,
Since of my mother's grant I need not doubt.
MR[S] BAR. Thy mother grants, my girl, and she doth pray
To send unto you both a joyful day!
HOD. Nay, Mistress Barnes, I wish her better: that those joyful days
may be turn'd to joyful nights.
COOMES. Faith, 'tis a pretty wench, and 'tis pity but she should
have him.
NICH. And, Mistress Mary, when ye go to bed, God send you good rest,
and a peck of fleas in your nest, every one as big as Francis!
PHIL. Well said, wisdom! God send thee wise children!
NICH. And you more money.
PHIL. Ay, so wish I.
NICH. 'Twill be a good while, ere you wish your skin full of
eyelet-holes.
PHIL. Frank, hark ye: brother, now your wooing's done,
The next thing now you do is for a son,
I prythee; for, i'faith, I should be glad
To have myself called nunkle[444], and thou dad.
Well, sister, if that Francis play the man,
My mother must be grandam and you mam.
To it, Francis--to it, sister!--God send ye joy!
'Tis fine to sing, dancey, my own sweet boy!
FRAN. Well, sir, jest on.
PHIL. Nay, sir[445], do you jest on.
MR BAR. Well, may she prove a happy wife to him!
MR GOUR. And may he prove as happy unto her!
SIR RALPH. Well, gentlemen, good hap betide them both!
Since 'twas my hap thus happily to meet,
To be a witness of this sweet contract,
I do rejoice; wherefore, to have this joy
Longer present with me, I do request
That all of you will be my promis'd guests:
This long night's labour doth desire some rest,
Besides this wished end; therefore, I pray,
Let me detain ye but a dinner time:
Tell me, I pray, shall I obtain so much?
MR BAR. Gentle Sir Ralph, your courtesy is such,
As may impose command unto us all;
We will be thankful bold at your request.
PHIL. I pray, Sir Ralph, what cheer shall we have?
SIR RALPH. I'faith, country fare, mutton and veal,
Perchance a duck or goose [upon the platter.]
MAL. O, I am sick!
ALL. How now, Mall? what's the matter?
MAL. Father and mother, if you needs would know,
He nam'd a goose, which is my stomach's foe.
PHIL. Come, come, she is with child of some odd jest,
And now she's sick, till that she bring[446] it forth.
MAL. A jest, quoth you! well, brother, if it be,
I fear 'twill prove an earnest unto me.
Goose, said ye, sir? O, that same very name
Hath in it much variety of shame!
Of all the birds that ever yet was seen,
I would not have them graze upon this green;
I hope they will not, for this crop is poor,
And they may pasture upon greater store:
But yet 'tis pity that they let them pass,
And like a common bite the Muse's grass.
Yet this I fear: if Frank and I should kiss,
Some creaking goose would chide us with a hiss;
I mean not that goose that
Sings it knows not what;
'Tis not that hiss, when one says, "hist, come hither,"
Nor that same hiss that setteth dogs together,
Nor that same hiss that by a fire doth stand,
And hisseth T. or F.[447] upon the hand;
But 'tis a hiss, and I'll unlace my coat,
For I should sound[448] sure, if I heard that note,
And then green ginger for the green goose cries,
Serves not the turn--I turn'd the white of eyes.
The _rosa-solis_ yet that makes me live
Is favour[449] that these gentlemen may give;
But if they be displeased, then pleas'd am I
To yield myself a hissing death to die.
Yet I hope here is[450] none consents to kill,
But kindly take the favour of good-will.
If any thing be in the pen to blame,
Then here stand I to blush the writer's shame:
If this be bad, he promises a better;
Trust him, and he will prove a right true debtor.
[_Exeunt_.
FINIS.
LOOK ABOUT YOU.
_EDITION.
A Pleasant Commodie called Looke About you. As it was lately played by
the right honourable the Lord High Admirall his seruaunts. London,
Printed for William Ferbrand, and are to be solde at his shop at the
signe of the Crowne neere Guildhall gate_. 1600. 4to.
This drama is now first reprinted from the original edition, which has
no division into acts and scenes. Mr Halliwell ("Dict. of Old Plays,"
1860, p. 149) observes: "This is a diverting play, and the plot of it
is founded on the English historians of the reign of Henry II."[451]
"Look About You" is not only a _pleasant_ comedy, full of bustle and
amusing episodes, and abundantly stored with illustrations of manners,
but it is a piece which exhibits, on the part of the unknown writer,
a considerable share of power and originality. The crazed Earl of
Gloucester is not an ill-conceived character, and may have supplied a
hint to Shakespeare; and the cross-purposes, stratagems, and deceptions,
of which it is full, remind us of our great dramatist's own "Comedy of
Errors," with which, however, it has nothing in common. It is by no
means improbable, at the same time, that "Look About You," and not
Shakespeare's play, was the piece performed at Gray's Inn in December
1594.[452]
Skink, who fills the part assigned to the vice in the earlier comedies,
is a well-sustained and entertaining character, and the series of
transformations which he and the rest undergo, even while they
occasionally perplex us a little, as the plot thickens, and the figures
on the stage multiply, can hardly fail to amuse.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE[453]
HENRY II., _King of England_.
PRINCE HENRY, _the young usurped King_.
PRINCE JOHN.
PRINCE RICHARD.
EARLS OF GLOUCESTER, LANCASTER, CHESTER, LEICESTER, _and_ MORTON.
SIR RICHARD FAUCONBRIDGE.
ROBIN HOOD, _Earl of Huntington_.
SKINK, _disguised as a hermit_.
THE QUEEN.
LADY FAUCONBRIDGE.
BLOCK.
_Warden of the Fleet_.
REDCAP, _a messenger_.
_Constable and Watch_.
_A Pursuivant_.
_A Drawer_.
_Music_.
A PLEASANT COMEDY CALLED LOOK ABOUT YOU.
SCENE THE FIRST.
_Enter_ ROBERT HOOD, _a young Nobleman, a Servant with him, with
riding wands in their hands, as if they had been new-lighted_.
ROB. Go, walk the horses, wait me on the hill;
This is the hermit's cell; go out of sight.
My business with him must not be reveal'd
To any mortal creature but himself.
SERV. I'll wait your honour in the cross highway. [_Exit_.
ROB. Do so. Hermit devout and reverend,
If drowsy age keep not thy stiffened joints
On thy unrestful bed, or if the hours
Of holy orisons detain thee not,
Come forth.
_Enter_ SKINK, _like an hermit_.
SKINK. Good morrow, son,
Good morrow; and God bless thee, Huntington,
A brighter gleam of true nobility
Shines not in any youth more than in thee.
Thou shalt be rich in honour, full of speed;
Thou shalt win foes by fear, and friends by meed.
ROB. Father, I come not now to know my fate;
Important business urgeth princely Richard [_Deliver letters_.
In these terms to salute thy reverent age.
Read and be brief; I know some cause of trust
Made him employ me for his messenger.
SKINK. A cause of trust indeed, true-honoured youth.
Princes had need, in matters of import,
To make nice choice. Fair earl, if I not err,
Thou art the prince's ward?
ROB. Father, I am
His ward, his chamberlain, and bed-fellow.
SKINK. Fair fall thee, honourable Robert Hood!
Wend to Prince Richard: say, though I am loth
To use my skill in conjuration,
Yet Skink, that poisoned red-cheek'd Rosamond,
Shall make appearance at the parliament;
He shall be there by noon, assure his grace.
ROB. Good-morrow, father, see you fail him not,
For though the villain did a horrible deed,
Yet hath the young king Richard, and Earl John,
Sworn to defend him from his greatest foes.
SKINK. God's benison be with thee, noble Earl!
ROB. Adieu, good father. Holla, there! my horse!
[_Exit_.
SKINK. Up, spur the kicking jade, while I make speed
To conjure Skink out of his hermit's weed;
Lie there, religion: keep thy master grave,
And on the fair trust of these princes' word
To court again, Skink. But, before I go,
Let mischief take advice of villainy,
Why to the hermit letters should be sent,
To post Skink to the court incontinent.
Is there no trick in this? ha! let me see!
Or do they know already I am he?
If they do so, faith, westward[454] then with Skink
But what an ass am I to be thus fond!
Here lies the hermit, whom I dying found
Some two months since, when I was hourly charg'd
With Hugh the crier and with constables.
I saw him in the ready way to heaven;
I help'd him forward: 'twas a holy deed;
And there he lies some six foot in the ground.
Since where, and since, I kept me in his weeds,
O, what a world of fools have fill'd my cells!
For fortunes, run-aways, stol'n goods, lost cattle!
Among the number, all the faction
That take the young king's part against the old,
Come to myself to hearken for myself.
So did the adverse party make inquire,
But either fall full of contrary desire:
The old king's part would kill me being stain'd;
The young king's keep me from their violence.
So then thou need'st not fear; go boldly on,
Brave Hal, Prince Dick, and my spruce hot-spur John,
Here's their safe-conduct. O, but for Rosamond!
A fig for Rosamond! to this hope I'll lean,
At a queen's bidding I did kill a quean.
SCENE THE SECOND.
_Sound trumpets; enter with a Herald, on the one side_,
HENRY THE SECOND, _crowned, after him_ LANCASTER, CHESTER,
SIR RICHARD FAUCONBRIDGE: _on the other part_, KING HENRY
_the son, crowned, Herald after him; after him_ PRINCE
RICHARD, JOHN, LEICESTER. _Being set, enters fantastical_
ROBERT OF GLOSTER _in a gown girt; walks up and down_.
OLD KING. Why doth not Gloster take his honoured seat?
GLO. In faith, my liege, Gloster is in a land,
Where neither surety is to sit or stand.
I only do appear as I am summoned,
And will await without till I am call'd.
YOUNG K. Why, hear you, Gloster?
GLO. Henry, I do hear you.
YOUNG K. And why not _King_?
GLO. What's he that sits so near you?
RICH. King too.
GLO. Two kings? Ha, ha!
OLD K. Gloster, sit, we charge thee.
GLO. I will obey your charge; I will sit down,
But in this house on no seat but the ground.
JOHN. The seat's too good.
GLO. I know it, brother John.
JOHN. Thy brother?
OLD K. Silence there.
YOUNG KING. Pass to the bills, Sir Richard Fauconbridge.
FAU. My lieges both, old Fauconbridge is proud
Of your right honour'd charge. He that worst may
Will strain his old eyes: God send peace this day!
A bill for the releasement of the queen preferr'd,
By Henry the young King, Richard the Prince, John, Earl
Of Morton, Bohmine, Earl of Leicester, and the Commons.
OLD K. Did you prefer this bill?
ALL. We did.
CHES. and LAN. Ye did not well.
GLO. Why, this is good; now shall we have the hell.
THREE BRO. Chester and Lancaster, you wrong the king.
CHES. and LAN. Our king we do not.
YOUNG K. Do not you see me crown'd?
LAN. But whilst he lives, we to none else are bound.
LEI. Is it not wrong, think you, when all the world['s]
Troubled with rumour of a captive queen,
Imprisoned by her husband in a realm,
Where her own son doth wear a diadem?
Is like an head of people mutinous,
Still murmuring at the shame done her and us?
Is it not more wrong, when her mother zeal,
Sounded through Europe, Afric, Asia,
Tells in the hollow of news-thirsting ears,
Queen Elinor lives in a dungeon,
For pity and affection to her son?
But when the true cause, Clifford's daughter's death,
Shall be exposed to stranger nations,
What volumes will be writ, what libels spread,
And in each line our state dishonoured!
FAU. My lord speaks to the purpose; marry,
It may be so; pray God it prove not so.
LEI. Hear me conclude, and therewithal conclude;
It is an heinous and unheard-of sin:
Queen Elinor, daughter to kingly France,
King Henry's wife, and royal Henry's mother,
Is kept close prisoner for an act of justice,
Committed on an odious concubine.
KING. Thou wrong'st her, Leicester.
LEI. Lechers ever praise
The cause of their confusion; she was vile.
FAU. She was ill-spoken of, it's true, [too] true.
GLO. Yonder sits one would do as much for you,
Old fool; young Richard hath a gift, I know it,
And on your wife my sister would bestow it.
Here's a good world! men hate adulterous sin,
Count it a gulf, and yet they needs will in. [_Aside_.
LEI. What answer for the queen?
LAN. The king replies,
Your words are foul slanderous forgeries.
JOHN. His highness says not so.
LAN. His highness doth,
Tells you it is a shame for such wild youth
To smother any impiety,
With shew to chastise loose adultery,
Say Rosamond was Henry's concubine.
Had never king a concubine but he?
Did Rosamond begin the fires in France?
Made she the northern borders reek with flames?
Unpeopled she the towns of Picardy?
Left she the wives of England husbandless?
O, no. She sinn'd, I grant; so do we all;
She fell herself, desiring none should fall.
But Elinor, whom you so much commend,
Hath been the bellows of seditious fire,
Either through jealous rage or mad desire.
Is't not a shame to think that she hath arm'd
Four sons' right hands against their father's head,
And not the children of a low-priz'd wretch,
But one, whom God on earth hath deified?
See, where he sits with sorrow in his eyes!
Three of his sons and hers tutor'd by her:
Smiles, whilst he weeps, and with a proud disdain
Embrace blithe mirth, while his sad heart complain.
FAU. Ha! laugh they? nay, by the rood, that is not well;
Now fie, young princes, fie!
HEN. Peace, doting fool.
JOHN. Be silent, ass.
FAU. With all my heart, my lords; my humble leave, my lords.
God's mother, ass and fool for speaking truth!
'Tis terrible; but fare ye well, my lords.
RlCH. Nay, stay, good Fauconbridge; impute it rage,
That thus abuses your right reverend age.
My brothers are too hot.
FAU. Too hot indeed!
Fool, ass, for speaking truth! It's more than need.
RICH. Nay, good Sir Richard, at my kind intreat,
For all the love I bear your noble house,
Let not your absence kindle further wrath.
Each side's at council now; sit down, I pray.
I'll quit it with the kindest love I may.
GLOS. Ay, to his wife. [_Aside_.
FAU. Prince Richard, I'll sit down;
But by the faith I owe fair England's crown,
Had you not been, I would have left the place;
My service merits not so much disgrace.
RICH. Good Fauconbridge, I thank thee.
[_Go to their places_.
GLO. And you'll think of him,
If you can step into his bower at Stepney.
FAU. Prince Richard's very kind; I know his kindness.
He loves me, but he loves my lady better.
No more. I'll watch him; I'll prevent his game;
Young lad, it's ill to halt before the lame. [_Aside.
[They break asunder, papers this while being
offered and subscribed between either_.
HEN. I'll not subscribe to this indignity;
I'll not be called a king, but be a king.
Allow me half the realm; give me the north,
The provinces that lie beyond the seas:
Wales and the Isles, that compass in the main.
GLO. Nay, give him all, and he will scant be pleased. [_Aside_.
RICH. Brother, you ask too much.
JOHN. Too much? too little!
He shall have that and more; I swear he shall.
I will have Nottingham and Salisbury,
Stafford and Darby, and some other earldom,
Or, by St John (whose blessed name I bear),
I'll make these places like a wilderness.
Is't not a plague, an horrible abuse,
A king, a King of England, should be father
To four such proper youths as Hal and Dick,
My brother Geoffrey, and my proper self,
And yet not give his sons such maintenance,
As he consumes among his minions?
RICH. Be more respective, John.
JOHN. Respective, Richard?
Are you turn'd pure? a changing weathercock! [_Aside_.
I say its reason Henry should be king,
Thou prince, I duke, as Geoffrey is a duke.
LAN. What shall your father do?
JOHN. Live at his prayers,
Have a sufficient pension by the year,
Repent his sins, because his end is near.
GLO. A gracious son, a very gracious son! [_Aside_.
KING. Will this content you? I that have sat still,
Amaz'd to see my sons devoid of shame;
To hear my subjects with rebellious tongues
Wound the kind bosom of their sovereign;
Can no more bear, but from a bleeding heart
Deliver all my love for all your hate:
Will this content ye?[455] Cruel Elinor,
Your savage mother, my uncivil queen:
The tigress, that hath drunk the purple blood
Of three times twenty thousand valiant men;
Washing her red chaps in the weeping tears
Of widows, virgins, nurses, sucking babes;
And lastly, sorted with her damn'd consorts,
Ent'red a labyrinth to murther love.
Will this content you? She shall be releas'd,
That she may next seize me she most envies!
HEN. Our mother's liberty is some content.
KING. What else would Henry have?
HEN. The kingdom.
KING. Peruse this bill; draw near; let us confer.
JOHN. Hal, be not answered but with sovereignty,
For glorious is the sway of majesty.
KING. What would content you, John?
JOHN. Five earldoms, sir.
KING. What you, son Richard?
RICH. Pardon, gracious father,
And th'furtherance for my vow of penance.
For I have sworn to God and all his saints,
These arms erected in rebellious brawls
Against my father and my sovereign,
Shall fight the battles of the Lord of Hosts,
In wrong'd Judaea and Palestina.
That shall be Richard's penance for his pride,
His blood a satisfaction for his sin,
His patrimony, men, munition,
And means to waft them into Syria.
KING. Thou shalt have thy desire, heroic son,
As soon as other home-bred brawls are done.
LAN. Why weeps old Fauconbridge?
FAU. I am almost blind,
To hear sons cruel and the fathers kind.
Now, well-a-year,[456] that e'er I liv'd to see
Such patience and so much impiety!
GLO. Brother, content thee; this is but the first:
Worse is a-brewing, and yet not the worst.
LEI. You shall not stand to this.
HEN. And why, my lord?
LEI. The lands of Morton doth belong to John.
HEN. What's that to me? by Act of Parliament
If they be mine confirm'd, he must be pleas'd.
JOHN. Be pleased, King-puppet! have I stood for thee,
Even in the mouth of death? open'd my arms
To circle in sedition's ugly shape?
Shook hands with duty, bad adieu to virtue,
Profan'd all majesty in heaven and earth;
Writ in black characters on my white brow
The name of _rebel John_ against his father?
For thee, for thee, thou 'otomy[457] of honour,
Thou worm of majesty, thou froth, thou bubble![458]
And must I now be pleas'd in peace to stand,
While statutes make thee owner of my land?
GLO. Good pastime, good, now will the thieves fall out! [_Aside_.
JOHN. O, if I do, let me be never held
Royal King Henry's son; pardon me, father;
Pull down this rebel, that hath done thee wrong.
Dick, come and leave his side; assail him, lords;
Let's have no parley but with bills and swords.
KING. Peace, John, lay down thy arms; hear Henry speak.
He minds thee no such wrong.
JOHN. He were not best.
HEN. Why, hair-brain'd brother, can ye brook no jest?
I do confirm you Earl of Nottingham.
JOHN. And Morton too?
HEN. Ay, and Morton too.
JOHN. Why so? now once more I'll sit down by you.
GLO. Blow, wind! the youngest of King Henry's stock
Would fitly serve to make a weathercock.
JOHN. Gape, earth! challenge thine own, as Gloster lies;
Pity such muck is cover'd with the skies?
FAU. Be quiet, good my lords; ['tis] the King's command
You should be quiet, and 'tis very meet;
It's most convenient--how say you, Prince Richard?
RICH. It is indeed.
FAU. Why, that is wisely said;
You are a very kind, indifferent man,
Marry a' God, and by my halidom,
Were not I had a feeling in my head
Of some suspicion 'twixt my wife and him
I should affect him more than all the world. [_Aside_.
GLO. Take heed, old Richard, keep thee there, mad lad.
My sisters' fair, and beauty may turn bad. [_Aside_.
SCENE THE THIRD.
_Enter_ ROBIN HOOD, _a paper in his hand_.
OFFICER. Room there, make room for young Huntington.
FAU. A gallant youth, a proper gentleman.
HEN. Richard, I have had wrong about his wardship.
RlCH. You cannot right yourself.
JOHN. He can and shall.
RICH. Not with your help; but, honourable youth,
Have ye perform'd the business I enjoin'd?
ROB. I have, and Skink is come; here is his bill.
HEN. No matter for his bill; let him come in.
KING. Let him not enter; his infectious breath
Will poison the assembly.
GLO. Never doubt;[459]
There's more infectious breaths about your throne.
Leicester is there; your envious sons are there;
If them you can endure, no poison fear.
KING. Content thee, Gloster.
GLO. I must be content
When you, that should mend all, are patient.