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And from the cross-row plucks the letter G; [55]
And says a wizard told him that by ‘G’
His issue disinherited should be.
And for my name of George begins with G,
It follows in his thought that I am he.
These, as I learn, and such like toys as these, [60]
Have mov’d his Highness to commit me now.

RICHARD

Why, this it is, when men are rul’d by women:
’Tis not the King that sends you to the Tower;
My Lady Grey, his wife, Clarence, ’tis she
That tempers him to this extremity. [65]
Was it not she, and that good man of worship,
Anthony Woodeville, her brother there,
That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower,
From whence this present day he is deliver’d?
We are not safe, Clarence, we are not safe! [70]

CLARENCE

By heaven, I think there is no man secure,
But the Queen’s kindred, and night-walking heralds
That trudge betwixt the King and Mistress Shore.
Heard you not what an humble suppliant
Lord Hastings was to her, for his delivery? [75]

RICHARD

Humbly complaining to her deity
Got my Lord Chamberlain his liberty.
I’ll tell you what: I think it is our way,
If we will keep in favour with the King,
To be her men, and wear her livery. [80]
The jealous o’er-worn widow and herself,
Since that our brother dubb’d them gentlewomen,
Are mighty gossips in our monarchy.

BRAKENBURY

I beseech your Graces both to pardon me:
His Majesty hath straitly given in charge [85]
That no man shall have private conference -