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A pleasing cordial, princely Buckingham,
Is this thy vow unto my sickly heart.
There wanteth now our brother Gloucester here
To make the blessed period of this peace.

Enter Ratcliffe and Richard.

BUCKINGHAM

And in good time, [45]
Here comes Sir Richard Ratcliffe and the Duke.

RICHARD

Good morrow to my sovereign King and Queen;
And princely peers, a happy time of day.

KING

Happy indeed, as we have spent the day;
Gloucester, we have done deeds of charity, [50]
Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate,
Between these swelling, wrong-incensed peers.

RICHARD

A blessed labour, my most sovereign lord.
Among this princely heap - if any here
By false intelligence or wrong surmise [55]
Hold me a foe -
If I unwittingly, or in my rage,
Have aught committed that is hardly borne
By any in this presence, I desire
To reconcile me to his friendly peace: [60]
’Tis death to me to be at enmity;
I hate it, and desire all good men’s love.
First, madam, I entreat true peace of you,
Which I will purchase with my duteous service;
Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham, [65]
If ever any grudge were lodg’d between us;
Of you, Lord Rivers, and Lord Grey, of you,
That all without desert have frown’d on me:
Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen: indeed of all.
I do not know that Englishmen alive [70]
With whom my soul is any jot at odds,