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His lands then seiz'd on by the conqueror :
1. Grey. I take my leave with many thousand Her suit is now, to repossess those lands;
thanks. Which we in justice cannot well deny,
Glo. The match is made; she seals it with a curt'sy. Because in quarrel of the house of York
K. Edw. But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I The worthy gentleman did lose his life.
Glo. Your highness shall do well to grant her suit; L. Grey. The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege. It were dishonour, to deny it her.
K. Edw. Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense. K. Edw. It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause. What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get? Glo. Yea! is it so ?
L. Grey. My love till death, my humble thanks, I see, the lady hath a thing to grant,
my prayers; Before the king will grant her humble suit. That love, which virtue begs, and virtue grants. Cla. He knows the game; How true he keeps K. Edw. No, by my troth, I did not mean such the wind ?
love. Glo. Silence !
[ Aside. L. Grey. Why then you mean not as I thought K. Edw. Widow, we will consider of your suit; And come some other time, to know our mind. K. Edw. But now you partly may perceive my L. Grey. Right gracious lord, I cannot brook
mind. delay :
L. Grey. My mind will never grant what I perceive May it please your highness to resolve me now; Your highness aims at, if I aim aright. And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me.
K. Edw. Why, then thou shalt not have thy Glo. [Aside.] Ay, widow? then I'll warrant you
husband's lands. all your lands,
L. Grey. Why, then mine honesty shall be my An if what pleases him, shall pleasure you.
dower; K. Edw. How many children hast thou, widow ? For by that loss I will not purchase them.
K. Edw. Therein thou wrong'st thy children L. Grey. Three, my most gracious lord.
mightily. K. Edw. 'Twere pity they should lose their father's L. Grey. Herein your highness wrongs both them land.
and me. L. Grey. Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then. But, mighty lord, this merry inclination K. Edw. Lords, give us leave; I'll try this Accords not with the sadness of my suit; widow's wit.
Please you, dismiss me, either with ay, or no. Glo. Ay, good leave have you; for you will have K. Edw. Ay; if thou wilt say ay, to my request: leave,
No; if thou dost say no, to my demand. Till youth take leave, and leave you to the crutch. L. Grey. Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an end.
[GLOSTER and CLARENCE retire to the Glo. The widow likes him not; she knits her other side.
[Aside. K. Edw. Now tell me, madam, do you love your Clar. He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom. children?
[ Aside. L. Grey. Ay, full as dearly as I love myself. K. Edw. (Aside.) Her looks do argue her replete K. Edw. And would you not do much to do them
with modesty ; good ?
Her words do show her wit imcomparable ; L. Grey. To do them good, I would sustain som All her perfections challenge sovereignty : harm.
One way, or other, she is for a king; K. Edw. Then get your husband's lands, to do And she shall be my love, or else iny queen. them good.
Say, that king Edward take thee for his queen ? L. Grey. Therefore I came unto your majesty. L. Grey. "Tis better said than done, my gracious K. Edw. I'll tell you how these lands are to be got.
lord: L. Grey. So shall you bind me to your highness' I am a subject fit to jest withal, service.
But far unfit to be a sovereign. K. Edw. What service wilt thou do me, if I give K. Edw. Sweet widow, by my state I swear to them?
thee, L. Grey. What you command, that rests in me I speak no more than what my soul intends;
And that is to enjoy thee for my love. K. Edw. But you will take exceptions to my boon. L. Grey. And that is more than I will yield unto. L. Grey. No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it. I know, I am too mean to be your queen ; K. Edw. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean And yet too good to be your concubine.
K. Edw. You cavil, widow; I did mean my queen. L. Grey. Why, then I will do what your grace L. Grey. 'Twill grieve your grace, my sons commands.
should call you — father. Glo. He plies her hard; and much rain wears K. Edw. No more, than when thy daughters call the marble.
thee mother. Clar. As red as fire ! nay, then her wax must Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen. melt.
[Aside. Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had. L. Grey. Why stops my lord ? shall I not hear Glo. The widow likes it not, for she looks sad.
K. Edw. You'd think it strange if I should marry K. Edw. An easy task : 'tis but to love a king.
her. L. Grey. That's soon perform’d, because I am a Clar. To whom, my lord ? subject.
Why, Clarence, to myself. K. Edw. Why then, thy husband's lands I freely Glo. That would be ten days' wonder, at the least. give thee.
Clar. That's a day longer than a wonder lasts.
my task ?
Glo. By so much is the wonder in extremes. Torment myself to catch the English crown: K. Edw. Well, jest on, brothers, I can tell you And from that torment I will free myself, both,
Or hew my way out with a bloody axe. Her suit is granted for her husband's lands. Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile ;
And cry, content, to that which grieves my heart Enter a Nobleman.
And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, Nob. My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken, And frame my face to all occasions. And brought your prisoner to your palace gate. I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall; K. Edw. See that he be convey'd unto the I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk ; Tower.
I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, And go we, brothers, to the man that took him, Deceive more slily than Ulysses could, To question of his apprehension.
And, like a Sinon, take another Troy. Widow, go you along; lords, use her honourable. I can add colours to the cameleon ;
(Ereunt King EDWARD, Lady Grey, Change shapes, with Proteus, for advantages, CLARENCE, and Lord.
And set the murd'rous Machiavel to school. Glo. Ay, Edward will use women honourably.
Can I do this, and cannot get a crown? 'Would he were wasted, marrow, bones, and all, Tut! were it further off, I'd pluck it down. (Ext. That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring, To cross me from the golden time I look for! SCENE III. — France. A Room in the Palace. And yet, between my soul's desire and me, (The lustful Edward's title buried,)
Flourish. Enter Lewis the French King, and Lady Às Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward,
Bona, attended; the King takes his state. Then And all the unlook'd-for issue of their
enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD her To take their rooms, ere I can place myself :
Son, and the EARL OF OXFORD. A cold premeditation for my purpose !
K. Lew. Fair queen of England, worthy MarWhy, then I do but dream on sovereignty ;
(Rising. Like one that stands upon a promontory,
Sit down with us; it ill befits thy state, And spies a far-off shore where he would tread, And birth, that thou shouldst stand, while Lewis Wishing his foot were equal with his eye;
doth sit. And chides the sea that sunders him from thence, Q. Mar. No, mighty king of France; now MarSaying — he'll lade it dry to have his way:
garet So do I wish the crown, being so far off ;.
Must strike her sail, and learn a while to serve, And so I chide the means that keep me from it; Where kings command. I was, I must confess, And so I say — I'll cut the causes off,
Great Albion's queen in former golden days : Flattering me with impossibilities.
But now mischance hath trod my title down, My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much, And with dishonour laid me on the ground, Unless my hand and strength could equal them. Where I must take like seat unto my fortune, Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard ; And to my humble seat conform myself. What other pleasure can the world afford ?
K. Lew. Why, say, fair queen, whence springs I'll deck my body in gay ornaments,
this deep despair ? And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks. Q. Mar. From such a cause as fills mine eyes O miserable thought! and more unlikely,
with tears, Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns ! And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in Why, love foreswore me in my mother's womb : And for I should not deal in her soft laws
K. Lew. Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself, She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe And sit thee by our side: yield not thy neck To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub;
(Seats her by him. To make an envious mountain on my back; To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Where sits deformity to mock my body;
Still ride in triumph over all mischance. To shape my legs of an unequal size ;
Be plain, queen Margaret, and tell thy grief; To disproportion me in every part,
It shall be eas'd, if France can yield relief. Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp,
Q. Mar. Those gracious words revive my droopThat carries no impression like the dam.
ing thoughts, And am I then a man to be belov'd ?
And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak. O, monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought ! Now, therefore, be it known to noble Lewis, Then, since this earth affords no joy to me,
That Henry, sole possessor of my love, But to command, to check, to o'erbear such Is, of a king, become a banish'd man, As are of better person than myself,
And forc'd to live in Scotland a forlorn ; I'll make my heaven - to dream upon the crown; While proud ambitious Edward duke of York, And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell, Usurps the regal title, and the seat Until my mis-shap'd trunk, that bears this head, Of England's true-anointed lawful king. Be round impaled 8 with a glorious crown.
This is the cause, that 1, poor Margaret, And yet I know not how to get the crown, With this my son, prince Edward, Henry's For many lives stand between me and home :
beir, — And I, – like one lost in a thorny wood,
Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid ; That rents the thorns, and is rent with the thorns ; And, if thou fail us, all our hope is done : Seeking a way, and straying from the way; Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help ; Not knowing how to find the open air,
Our people and our peers are both misled But toiling desperately to find it out,
Our treasure seiz'd, our soldiers put to fight, 8 Encircled.
And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight.
K. Lew. Renowned queen, with patience calm 0.xf. Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy the storm,
liege, While we bethink a means to break it off.
Whom thou obeyedst thirty and six years, Q. Mar. The more we stay, the stronger grows And not bewray thy treason with a blush ? our foe.
War. Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right, K. Lew. The more I stay, the more I'll succour thee. Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree?
Q. Mar. O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow: For shame, leave Henry, and call Edward king. And see, where comes the breeder of my sorrow. Ouf. Call him my king, by whose injurious doom
My elder brother, the lord Aubrey Vere,
Was done to death ? and more than so my father, K. Lew. What's he, approacheth boldly to our
Even in the downfall of his mellow'd years, presence ?
When nature brought him to the door of death? Q. Mar. Our earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm, friend.
This arm upholds the house of Lancaster. K. Lew. Welcome, brave Warwick ! What brings War. And I the house of York. thee to France ?
K. Lew. Queen Margaret, prince Edward, and [Descending from his state. QUEEN MARGARET
Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside, Q. Mar. Ay, now begins a second storm to rise; While I use further conference with Warwick. For this is he, that moves both wind and tide.
Q. Mar. Heaven grant that Warwick's words War. From worthy Edward, king of Albion,
bewitch him not ! My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend,
(Retiring with the PRINCE and OxFORD. I come, - in kindness, and unfeigned love,
K. Lew. Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon thy First, to do greetings to thy royal person ;
conscience, And, then, to crave a league of amity;
Is Edward your true king? for I were loath, And, lastly, to confirm that amity
To link with him that were not lawful chosen. With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant
War. Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour. That virtuous lady Bona, thy fair sister,
K. Lew. But is he gracious in the people's eye? To England's king in lawful marriage.
War. The more, that Henry was unfortunate. Q. Mar. If that go forward, Henry's hope is done. K. Lew. Then further, — all dissembling set aside, War. And, gracious madam, (To Bona.] in our Tell me for truth the measure of his love king's bchalf,
Unto our sister Bona. I am commanded, with your leave and favour,
Such it seems,
That this his love was an eternal plant;
Exempt from envy, but not from disdain, Before you answer Warwick. His demand Unless the lady Bona quit his pain. Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love, K. Lew. Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve. But from deceit, bred by necessity;
Bona. Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine For how can tyrants safely govern home,
Yet I confess, (To War.) that often ere this day, Unless abroad they purchase great alliance ? When I have heard your king's desert recounted, To prove him tyrant, this reason may suffice, — Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire. That Henry liveth still: but were he dead,
K. Lew. Then, Warwick, thus, — Our sister shall Yet here prince Edward stands, king Henry's son.
be Edward's; Look therefore, Lewis, that by this league and mar- And now forthwith shall articles be drawn riage
Touching the jointure that your king must make, Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour : Which with her dowry shall be counterpois'd :For though usurpers sway the rule awhile, Draw near, queen Margaret; and be a witness, Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs. That Bona shall be wife to the English king. War. Injurious Margaret.
Prince. To Edward, but not to the English king. Prince.
And why not queen ? Q. Mar. Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device
Oxf. Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt, K. Lew. And still is friend to him and Margaret.
Then 'tis but reason, that I be releas'd
That your estate requires, and mine can yield.
And better 'twere you troubled him than France. Of threescore and two years; a silly time
Q. Mar. Peace, impudent and shameless War To make prescription for a kingdom's worth.
Proud setter-up and puller-down of kings !
Bona. Dear brother, how shall Bona be revengd, I will not hence, till with my talk and tears, But by thy help to this distressed queen ? Both full of truth, I make king Lewis behold Q. Mar. Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry Thy sly conveyance), and thy lord's false love;
live, For both of you are birds of self-same feather. Unless thou rescue him from foul despair ?
(A Horn sounded within. Bona. My quarrel, and this English queen's, are one. K. Lew. Warwick, this is some post to us, or thee. War. And mine, fair lady Bona, joins with yours.
K. Lew. And mine, with hers, and thine, and
Q. Mar. Let me give humble thanks for all at once. And, madam, these for you ; from whom I know not. K. Lew. Then England's messenger, return in (To MARGARET. They all read their Letters.
post; Oxf. I like it well, that our fair queen and mistress And tell false Edward, thy supposed king, Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his. That Lewis of France is sending over maskers, Prince. Nay, mark, how Lewis stamps as he were To revel it with him and his new bride : nettled;
Thou seest what's past, go fear? thy king withal. I hope all's for the best
Bona. Tell him, In hope he'll prove a widower Ki Lew. Warwick, what are thy news? and yours,
shortly, fair queen?
I'll wear the willow garland for his sake. Q. Mar. Mine, such as fill my heart with unhop'd Q. Mar. Tell him, My mourning weeds are laid joys.
aside, War. Mine, full of sorrow, and heart's discontent. And I am ready to put armour on. K. Lew. What! has your king married the lady War. Tell him from me, That he hath done me Grey ?
wrong; And now, to soothe your forgery and his,
And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long. Sends me a paper to persuade me patience ? There's thy reward; be gone.
[Eril Mess, Is this the alliance that he seeks with France ?
But, Warwick, thou, Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner? And Oxford, with five thousand men,
Q. Mar. I told your majesty as much before : Shall cross the seas, and bid false Edward battle: This proveth Edward's love, and Warwick's honesty. | And, as occasion serves, this noble queen War. King Lewis, I here protest, — in sight of And prince shall follow with a fresh supply. heaven,
Yet, ere thou go, but answer me one doubt; And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss, – What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty ? That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's ; War. This shall assure my constant loyalty : – No more my king, for he dishonours me;
That if our queen and this young prince agree, But most himself, if he could see his shame. I'll join mine eldest daughter, and my joy, Did I forget, that by the house of York
To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands. My father came untimely to his death?
Q. Mar. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your Did I let pass the abuse done to my niece ?
motion : Did I impale him with the regal crown?
Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous, Did I put Henry from his native right;
Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick : And am I guerdon'd' at the last with shame? And, with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable, Shame on himself! for my desert is honour. That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine. And to repair my honour lost for him,
Prince. Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it : I here renounce him, and return to Henry: And here to pledge my vow, I give my hand. My noble queen, let former grudges pass,
[He gives his hand to Warwick. And henceforth I am thy true servitor;
K. Lew. Why stay we now? These soldiers shall I will revenge his wrong to lady Bona,
be levied, And replant Henry in his former state.
And thou, lord Bourbon, our high admiral, Q. Mar. Warwick, these words have turn'd my Shall waft them over with our royal fleet. bate to love;
I long, till Edward fall by war's mischance, And I forgive and quite forget old faults, For mocking marriage with a dame of France. And joy that thou becom'st king Henry's friend.
(Ereunt all but Warwick. War. So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend, War. I came from Edward as ambassador, That, if king Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us But I return his sworn and mortal foe: With some few bands of chosen soldiers,
Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me, I'll undertake to land them on our coast,
But dreadful war shall answer his demand. And force the tyrant from his seat by war.
Had he none else to make a stale”, but me? 'Tis not his new-made bride shall succour him: Then none but I shall turn his jest to sorrow. And as for Clarence, - as my letters tell me, I was the chief that rais'd him to the crown, He's very likely now to fall from him ;
And I'll be chief to bring him down again : For matching more for wanton lust than honour, Not that I pity Henry's misery, Or than for strength or safety of our country. But seek revenge on Edward's mockery. [Erit. 9 Juggling. | Rewarded.
2 Frighten. A stalking-horse, a pretence.
SCENE I. - London. A Room in the Palace. Clar. For this one speech, lord Hastings well
deserves Enter GLOSTER, CLARENCE, SOMERSET, MONTAGUE, To have the heir of the lord Hungerford. and others.
K. Edw. Ay, what of that? it was my will, and Glo. Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you
grant; of this new marriage with the lady Grey ?
And, for this once, my will shall stand for law. Hath not our brother made a worthy choice? Glo. And yet, methinks, your grace hath nul Clar. Alas, you know, 'tis far from hence to France;
done well, How could he stay till Warwick made return ? To give the heir and daughter of lord Scales Som. My lords, forbear this talk; here coines the Unto the brother of your loving bride ; king.
She better would have fitted me, or Clarence :
But in your bride you bury brotherhood. Flourish. Enter King EDWARD, attended ; LADY
Clar. Or else you would not have bestow'd the heir Grey, as Queen ; PEMBROKE, STAFFORD, Hast of the lord Bonville on your new wife's son, INGS, and others.
And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere. Glo. And his well-chosen bride.
K. Edw. Alas, poor Clarence ! is it for a wife, Clar. I mind to tell him plainly what I think. That thou art malcontent? I will provide thee. K. Edw. Now, brother of Clarence, how like you
Clar. In choosing for yourself, you show'd your our choice,
judgment; That you stand pensive, as half malcontent ? Which being shallow, you shall give me leave Clar. As well as Lewis of France, or the earl of To play the broker in mine own behalf; Warwick;
And, to that end, I shortly mind to leave you. Which are so weak of courage, and in judgment, K. Edw. Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be king, That they'll take no offence at our abuse.
And not be tied unto his brother's will. K. Edw. Suppose they take offence without a cause,
Q. Eliz. My lords, before it pleas'd his majesty They are but Lewis and Warwick; I am Edward, To raise my state to title of a queen, Your king and Warwick's, and must have my will. Do me but right, and you must all confess Glo. And you shall have your will, because our That I was not ignoble of descent, king:
And meaner than myself have had like fortune. Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.
But as this title honours me and mine, K. Edw. Yea, brother Richard, are you offended So your dislikes, to whom I would be pleasing, too?
Do cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow. Glo. Not I:
K. Edw. My love, forbear to fawn upon their No; God forbid, that I should wish them sever'd
frowns : Whom he hath join'd together : ay, and 'twere pity, What danger, or what sorrow can befal thee, To sunder them that yoke so well together.
So long as Edward is thy constant friend, K. Edw. Setting your scorns, and your mislike, And their true sovereign, whom they must obey ? aside,
Nay, whom they shall obey, and love thee too, Tell me some reason, why the lady Grey
Unless they seek for hatred at my hands : Should not become my wife, and England's queen: Which if they do, yet will I keep thee safe, And you too, Somerset, and Montague,
And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath. Speak freely what you think.
Glo. I hear, yet say not much, but think the Clar. Then this is my opinion, that king Lewis
(Aside. Becomes your enemy, for mocking him About the marriage of the lady Bona.
Enter a Messenger, Glo. And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge, K. Edw. Now, messenger, what letters, or what Is now dishonoured by this new marriage.
news, K. Edw. What, if both Lewis and Warwick be From France ? appeas’d,
Mess. My sovereign liege, no letters; and few By such invention as I can devise ?
words, Mont. Yet to have join'd with France in such al- But such as 1 without your special pardon, liance,
Dare not relate. Would more have strengthen'd this our common- K. Edw. Go to, we pardon thee : therefore, in wealth
brief, 'Gainst foreign storms, than any home-bred marriage. Tell me their words as near as thou canst guess them.
Hast. Why, knows not Montague, that of itself What answer makes king Lewis unto our letters ? England is safe, if true within itselt?
Mess. At my depart these were his very words;
That Lewis of France is sending over maskers,
K. Edw. Is Lewis so brave? belike, he thinks Let us be back'd with heaven, and with the seas,
me Henry. Which God hath given for fence impregnable, But what said lady' Bona to my marriage ? And with their helps only defend ourselves;
Mess. These were her words, utter'd with mild In them, and in ourselves, our safety lies.