and Mistress Shore. Heard you not what an humble suppliant Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery?
GLOSTER. 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: 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 That no man shall have private conference, Of what degree soever, with your brother.
GLOSTER. Even so; an't please your worship, Brakenbury, You may partake of any thing we say: We speak no treason, man;--we say the king Is wise and virtuous; and his noble queen Well struck in years, fair, and not jealous;-- We say that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot, A cherry lip, a bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue; And that the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks: How say you, sir? can