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Enter two Keepers, with cross-bows in their hands. 2 Keep. I'll stay above the hill, so both may shoot

I keer. That cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow

And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands, | Edw. Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house,
Are at our backs; and therefore hence amain! That nothing sung bat death to us and ours!
Exe. Away! for vengeance comes along with them: Now death shall stop his dismal threatening sound,
Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed ! And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak.
Or else come after, I'll away before.

[ Attendants bring the body forward.
K. Hen. Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter! War. I think his understaudiug is bereft:
Not that I fear to stay, but love to go

Speak, Clifford, dost thou know, who speaks to thee?-
Whither the queen intends. Forward! away![Exeunt. Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life,

And he nor sees, nor hears us, what we say,
SCENE VI. - The same.

Rich. 0, 'would he did! and so, perhaps, he doth;
A loud alarum. Enter Clifford, wounded. 'Tis but his policy to counterfeit,
Clif. Here burns my candle out, ay, here it dies, Because he would avoid such bitter taunts,
Which, while it lasted, gave king Henry light, Which in the time of death he gave our father.
0, Lancaster! I fear thy overthrow,

Geo. If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words!
More than my body's parting with my soul. Rich. Clifford, ask mercy, and obtain no grace!
My love, and fear, glew'd many friends to thee; Edw. Clifford, repent in bootless penitence!
And now I fall, thy tough commixtures melt. War. Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults !
Impairing Henry, strength'ning mis-proud York, Geo. While we devise fell tortures for thy faults

. The common people swarm like summer flies : Rich. Thou didst love York, and I am son to York. And whíther fly the goats, but to the sun ? Edw. Thou pitied'st Rutland, I will pity thee. And who shines now but Henry's enemies?

Geo. Where's captain Margaret, to fence you

i now?
O Phoebus! hadst thou never given consent, War. They mock thee, Clinord ! swear as thou wast
That Phaeton should check thy fiery steeds,
Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth ; Rich. What, not an oath? nay, then the world goes
And Henry, hadst thou sway'd, as kings should do, hard,
Or as thy father, and his father, did,

When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath:-
Given no ground unto the house of York, I know by that, he's dead; and, by my soul,
They never then had sprung, like summer flies; If this right hand would buy two hours' life,
1, and ten thousand in this luckless realm, That I in all despite might rail at him,
Had left no mourning widows for our death, This hand should chop it off'; and with the issuing
And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace.

blood
For what doth cherish weeds, but gentle air? Stille the villain, whose unstaunched thirst
And what makes robbers bold, but too much lenity ? York and young Rutland could not satisfy.
Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds; Wur. Ay, but he's dead. Oft' with the traitor's head,
No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight: And rear it in the place your father's stands!-
The foe is merciless, and will not pity;

And now to London with triumphant march,
For, at their hands, I have deserv'd no pity. There to be crowned England's royal king!
The air hath got into my deadly wounds,

From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France,
And much elfuse of blood doth make me faint;: Aud ask the lady Bona for thy queen:
Come, York, and Richard, Warwick and the rest! So shalt thou sinew both these lands together ;
I stabb'd your father's bosoms, split my breast ! And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread

(He faints. The scatter'd foe, that hopes to rise again ; Alarum and retreat. Enter Edward, George, Richard, For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt, Montague, WARWICK, and Soldiers.

Yet look to have them buz, to offend thine ears. Edw. Now breathe we, lords ! good fortune bids us First, will I see the coronation; pause,

And then to Britany I'll cross the sea, And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks, To effect this marriage, so it please my

lord. Somie troops pursue the bloody-minded queen ; Edw. Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be: That led calm Henry, though he were a king, For on thy shoulder do I build my seat; As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust,

And never will I undertake the thing, Command an argosy to stem the waves.

"herein thy counsel and consent is wanting. But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them? Richard, I will create thee duke of Gloster; — War. No, 'tis impossible, he should escape: And George, of Clarence ; – Warwick, as ourself

,
For, though before his face I speak the words, Shall do, and undo, as him pleaseth best.
Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave: Rich. Let me be duke of Clarence; George,
And, wheresoe'er he is, he's surely dead.

Gloster;
(Clifford groans, and dies. For Gloster's dukedom is too ominous.
Edw. Whose soul is that which takes her heavy War. Tut, that's a foolish observation;
leave?

Richard, be duke of Gloster! Now to Londod,
Rich. A deadly groan, like life and death's departing. To see these honours in possession !
Edw, See, who it is : and, now the battle's ended,
If friend, or foe, let him be gently us'd!
Rich. Revoke that doom of mercy! for 'tis Clifford ;

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Who not contented, that he lopp'd the branch SCENE 1. A Chase in the North of England,
Jo hewing Rutland, when his leaves put forth,
But set his murdering knife unto the root, 1 Keep. Under this thick-grown brake we'll shroud
From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring, ourselves;
I mean, our privcely father, duke of York. For through this laund anon the deer will come ;
War. From off the gates of York fetch down the And in this covert will we make our stand,
hrad,

Culling the principal of all the deer.
Your father's head, which Clifford placed there!
Instead whereof, let this supply the room!
Measure for measure must be answered !

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Here stand we both, and aim we at the best; My father, and my grandfather, were kings;
And, for the time shall not seem tedious,

And you were sworn true subjects unto me;
I'll tell thee, what befell me on a day

And tell me then, have you not broke your oaths ?
In this self-place, where now we mean to stand. 1 Keep. No;
2 Keep. Here comes a man, let's stay till he be past. For we were subjects, but while you were king.
Enter King Henry, disguised, with a prayer-book. K. Hen. Why, am I dead ? do I not breathe a man?
K. Hen. From Scotland am I stolu, even of pure love, Ah, simple men, you know not, what you swear.
To greet mine own land with my wishful sight. Look, as I blow this feather from my face,
No, ry, Hai 'lis no land of thine;

And as the air blows it to me again,
Thy place is fill'd, thy sceptre wrung. from thee, Obeying with my wind, when I do blow,
Thy balm wash'd off, wherewith thou wast anointed: And yielding to another, when it blows,
No bending knee will call thee Caesar now, Commanded always by the greater gust,
No humble suitors press to speak for right, Such is the lightness of you common men.
No, not a man comes for redress of thee; But do not break your oaths! for, of that sin
For how can I help them, and not myself? My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty.
1 Keep. Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee: Go where you will, the king shall be commanded;
This is the quondam king; let's seize upon him. And be you kings; command, and I'll obey..

K. Hen. Let me embrace these sour adversities! 1 Keep. We are true subjects to the king, king Ed-
For wise men say, it is the wisest course.

ward.
2 Keep. Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him! K. Hen. So would you be again to Henry,
1 Keep. Forbear a while! we'll hear a little more. If he were seated, as king Edward is.
K. Hen. My queen, and son, are gone to France for 1 Keep. We charge you, in God's name, and in

the king's,
And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick To go with us unto the officers.
Is thither gone, to crave the French king's sister K. Hen. In God's name, lead! your king's name
To wife for Edward. If this news be true,

be obey'd :
Poor qneen, and son, your labour is but lost; And what God will, then let your king perform!
For Warwick is a subtle orator,

And what he will, I humbly yield unto. (Exeunt.
And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words. SCENE 11.- London. Å room in the palace.
By this account, then, Margaret may win him; Enter King EDWARD, Gloster, CLARENCE, und La-
For she's a woman to be pitied much :

dy Grer.
Her sighs will make a battery in his breast; K. Edw. Brother of Gloster, at Saint Alban's field
Her tears will pierce into marble heart;

This lady's husband, sir John Grey, was slain,
The tiger will be mild, while she doth mourn ;

His land's then seiz'd on by the conqueror :
And Nero will be tainted with remorse,

Her suit is now, to repossess those lands,
To hear, and see, her plaints, her brinish tears. Which we in justice cannot well deny,
Ay, but she's come to beg; Warwick, to give: Because in quarrel of the house of York
She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry; The worthy gentleman did lose his life.
He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward. Glo. Your highness shall do well to grant her suit;
She weeps, and says -- her Henry is depos’d; It were dishonour, to deny it her.
He smiles, and says -- his Edward is install’d; K. Edw. It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause.
That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more:

Glo. Yea! is it so ?

[Aside to Clarence.
Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong, I see the lady hath a thing to grant,
Inferreth arguments of mighty strength;

Before the king will grant her humble suit.
And, in conclusion, wins the king from her, Clar. He knows the game. How true he keeps the
With promise of his sister, and what else,

wind?

(Aside. To strengthen and support king Edward's place.

Glo. Silence !

(Aside.
O Margaret, thus 'twill be; and thou, poor soul, K. Edw. Widow, we will consider of your suit;
Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn. And come some other time, to know our mind!
2 Keep. Say, what art thou, that talk'st of kings L. Grey. Right gracious lord, I cannot Brook delay:
and queens?

May it please your highness to resolve me now;
K.Hen.More, than I seem,andless, than I was born to: And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me.
A man at least, for less I should pot be;

Glo. [Aside.) Ay, widow? then I'll warrant you
And men may talk of kings, and why not I?

all your lands, 2 Keep. Ay, but thou talk'st, as if thou wert a king. An if what pleases him, shall pleasure you. K. Hen. Why, so I am, in mind; aud that's enough. Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow. 2 Keep. But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown? Clur. I fear her not, unless she chance to fall. [-A side. K. Hen. My crown is in my heart, not on my head, Glo. God forbid that! for he'll take vantages. [ Aside. Not deck'd with diamonds, and Indian stones, K. Edw. How many children hast thou, widow ? Nor to be seen: my crown is call'd, content;

tell me! A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy.

Clar. I think, he means to beg a child of her.( Aside. 2 Keep. Well, if you be a king, crowo'd with content, Glo. Nay, whip me then; he'll rather give her two. Your crown content, and you, must be coutented

[Aside. To go along with us: for, as we think,

L. Grey. Three, my most gracious lord.
You are the king, king Edward hath depos'd; Glo. You shall have four, if you'll be rul’d by him.
And we his subjects, sworn in all allegiance,

[Aside. Will apprehend you as his enemy.

K. Edw. "Twere pity, they should lose their faK. Hen. But did you never swear, and break an oath?

ther's land. 2 Keep. No, never sach an oath, nor will not now. L. Grey. Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then! K. Hen. Where did you dwell, when I was king of K. Edw. Lords, give us leave! I'll try this widow's wit. England ?

Glo.Ay, good leave have you; for you will have leave, 2. Keep. Here in this country, where we now remain. Till youth take leave, and leave you to the cratch. K. Hen. I was anointed king at nine months old;! (Gloster and Clarence retire to the other side.

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K. Edw. Now tell me, madam, do you love your K. Edw.Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee,
children?

I speak no more, than what my soul intends;
L. Grez. Ay, fall as dearly, as I love myself. And that is, to enjoy thee for my love.
K. Edw. And would you not do much, to do them L. Grey. And that is more, than I will yield unto;
good?

I know, I am too mean to be your queen; 2. Grey. To do them good, I would sustain some And yet too good to be your concubine. harm.

K. Edw. You cavil, widow; I did mean, my queen. K. Edw. Then get your husband's lands, to do them L. Grey. 'Twill grieve your grace, my sons should good!

call you-father.
L. Grey. Therefore I came unto your majesty. K. Edw. No more, than when my daughters call thee
K. Edw. I'll tell you now these lands are to be got. mother.
L. Grey. So shall you bind me to your highness' Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children;
service.

And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor,
K.Edw.What service wilt thou do me, if I give them? Have other some: why, 'tis a happy thing
L. Grey. What you command, that rests in me to do. To be the father unto many sons.
K. Edw. But you will take exceptions to my boon. Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen.
L. Grey. No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it. Glo. The ghostly father now hath done his "shrift:
K. Edw. Ay, but thou canst do, what I mean to ask.

[.Aside. L. Grey. Why, then I will do what your grace com Clar. When he was made a shriver, 'twas for shift. mands.

(Aside Glo. He plies her hard ; and much rain wears the K. Edw. Brothers, you muse, what chat we two marble.

(Aside. have had. Clar. As red as fire! nay, then her wax must melt. Glo. The widow likes it not, for she looks sad.

(Aside. K. Edw.You'd think it strange, if I should marry her. L.Grey. Why stops my lord? shall I not hear my task? Clar. To whom, my lord? K. Edw. An easy task! 'tis but to love a king. K. Edw. Why, Clarence, to myself. K. Grey. That's soon perform’d, because I am a Glo. That would be ten day's wonder, at the least. subject.

Clar. That's a day longer, than a wonder lasts. K. Edw. Why then, thy husband's lands I freely Glo. By so much is the wonder in extremes. give thee.

K. Edw. Well, jest on, brothers : I can tell you both,
L. Grey. I take my leave with many thousand thanks. Her suit is granted for her husband's lands.
Glo. The match is made; she seals it with a curt'sy.

Enter a Nobleman.
K. Edw. But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I mean. Nob. My gracious lord , Henry your foe is taken,
L. Grey. The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege. And brought your prisoner to your palace gate.
K. Edw. Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense. K. Edw. See, that he be convey'd unto the Tower:-
What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get? And go we, brothers, to the man that took him,
L. Grey. My love till death, my humble thanks, my To question of his apprehension.
prayers;

Widow, go you along-Lords, use her honourable ! That love, which virtue begs, and virtue grants.

(Exeunt King Edward, Lady Grey, ClaK. Edw. No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.

rence, and Lord. L. Grey. Whý, then you mean not as I thonght Glo. Ay, Edward will use women honourably

.

'Would he were wasted, marrow, bopes, and all,
K. Èdw. But now you partly may perceive my mind. That from his loins no liopeful branch may spring,
L. Grey. My mind will never grant, what I perceive To cross me from the golden time, I look for!
Your highness aims at, if I aim aright.

And yet, between my soul's desire, and me,
K. Edw. To tell thee plain, I am to lie with thee.' (The lustful Edward's title buried.)
L. Grey. To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison. Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young

Edward, K. Edw. Why, then thou shalt not, have thy hus- And all the unlook’d-for issue of their bodies, band's lands,

To take their rooms, ere I can piace myself:
L. Grey. Why, then mine honesty shall be my dower; A cold premeditation for my purpose!
For by that loss I will not purchase them.

Why, then I do but dream on sovereigoty;
K.Edw.Therein thou wrong'st thy children mightily. Like one, that stands apon a promontory;
L. Grey. Herein your higliness wrongs both them and spies a far-offshore, where he would tread,

Wishing, his foot were equal with his eye,
But, mighty lord, this merry inclination

And chides the sea, that sunders him from thence, Accords not with the sadness of my suit.

Saying-he'll lade it dry to have his way: Please you

dismiss me, either with ay, or no! So do I wish the crown, being so far off;
K. Edw. Ay, if thou wilt say ay, to my request; And so I chide the means, that keep me from it;
No, if thou dost say no, to my demand.

And so I say-1']] cut the causes off,
L. Grey. Then, no, my lord! My suit is at an end. Flattering me with impossibilities.-
Glo. The widow likes him not, she knits her brows. My eye's too quick, my heart o’erweens to much,

[ Aside. Unless my hand and strength could equal them, Clar.He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom. Aside. Well, say there is no kingdon then for Richard; K. Edw. [Aside.) Her looks do argue her replete What other pleasure can the world afford? with modesty ;

I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,
Her words do show her wit incomparable;

And deck my body in gay ornaments,
All her perfections challenge sovereignty: And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.
One way, or other, she is for a king;

O miserable thought! and more unlikely,
And she shall be my love, or else my queen. Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns!
Say, that king Edward take thee for his queen? Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb:

1.Grey. 'Tis better said than done, my gracious lord: And, for I should not deal in her soft lairs,
I am a subject fit to jest withal,

She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe But far unfit to be a sovereign.

To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub;

you did.

and me.

To make an envions mountain on my backg Now, therefore, be it known to noble Lewis,
Where sits deformity to mock my body,

That Henry, sole possessor of my love,
To shape my legs of an unequal size,

Is, of a king, become a banish'd man, To disproportion me in every part,

And forc'd to live in Scotland a forlorn ; Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp,

While proud ambitious Edward, duke of York, That carries no impression, like the dam.

Usurps the regal title, and the seat And am I then a man to be belov'd ?

of England's true-anointed lawful king. monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought! This is the cause, that I, poor Margaret, Then, since this earth aflords no joy to me, With this my son, prince Edward, Henry's heir, But to command, to check, to o'erbear such Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid; As are of better person than myself,

And, if thou fail us, all our hope is done. I'll make my heaven-to dream upon the crown ; Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help; And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell, Our people and our peers are both misled, Uutil my mis-shap'd trunk, that bears this head, Our treasure seiz'd, our soldiers put to flight, Be round impaled with a glorious crown.

And, as thou see'st, ourselves in heavy plight. And yet I know not, how to get the crown ;

K. Lew. Renowned queen, with patience calm the For many lives stand between me and home,

storm, And I, like one lost in a thorny wood,

While we bethink a means to break it off! That rents the thorus, and is rent with the thorns, Q. Mar. The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe. Seeing a way, and straying from the way,

K. Lew. The more I stay, the more I'll succour thee. Not knowing, how to find the open air,

Q. Mar. O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow: But toiling desperately to find it out,

And see, where comes the breeder of my sorrow. Torment myself to catch the English crown:

Enter Warwick, attended. And from that torment I will free myself,

K. Lew. What’s he, approacheth boldly to our Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.

presence ? Why, I can smile, and murder, while I smile, Q. Mur. Our earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest And cry content, to that which grieves my heart; friend. And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,

K. Lew. Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings And frame my face to all occasions.

thee to France? I'll drown more sailors, than the mermaid shall;

[Descending from his stale. Queen MarI'll slay more gazers than the basilisk;

garet rises. I'll play the orator as well, as Nestor,

Q. Mar. Ay, now begins a second storm to rise; Deceive more slily, than Ulysses could,

For this is he, that moves both wind and tide. And, like a Sinon, take another Troy:

War. From worthy Edward, king of Albion, I can adu colours to the cameleon,

My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend, Change shapes, with Proteus, for advantages, I come,-in kindness, and unfeigned love,-And set the murd'rous Machiavel to school.

First, to do greetings to thy royal person, Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?

And, then, to crave a league of amnity, Tut! were it further off, I'll pluck it down. (Exit. And, lastly, to confirm that amity

With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant SCENE JII. - France. A room in the palace. That virtuous lady Bona, thy fair sister, Flourish. Enter Lewis the French king, and Lady To England's king in lawful marriage. Bona, attended; the king takes his state. Then en Q. Mar. If that go forward, Henry's hope is done. ter Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, her son, and War. And, gracious madam, (To Bona.] in our the Earl of OXFORD.

king's behalf K. Lew. Fair queen of England, worthy Margaret, I am commanded, with your leave and favour,

[Rising. Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue Sit down with us; it ill befits thy state

To tell the passion of my sov’reign's heart, And birth, that thou should'st stand, while Lewis Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears, doth sit.

Hath plasd thy beanty's image, and thy virtue. Q. Mar. No, mighty king of France! now Margaret Q. Mar. King Lewis, -and lady Bona, -hear me Most strike her sail, and learn a while to serve,

speak, Where kings command. I was, I must confess, Before you answer Warwick! His demand Great Albion's queen in former golden days : Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love, But now mischance hath trod my title down, But from deceit, bred by necessity: And with dishonour laid me on the ground, For how can tyrants safely govern home, Where I must take like seat unto my fortune, Uuless abroad they purchase great alliance? And to my humble seat conform myself.

To prove him tyrant, this reason may suffice, K. Lew. Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this That Henry liveth still: but were he dead, deep despair?

Yet here prince Edward stands, king Henry's son. Q. Mar. From such a cause, as fills mine eyes with Look, therefore, Lewis, that by this league and martears,

riage And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares. Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour! K. Lew. Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself, For though surpers sway the rule awhile, And sit thee by our side! Yield not thy neck Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.

(Seats her by him. War. Injurious Margaret! To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Prince. And why not queen? Still ride in triumph over all mischance!

War. Because thy father Henry did usurp;
Be plain, queen Margaret, and tell thy grief! And thou no more art prince, than she is queen.
It shall be eas'd, if France can yield relief.

0.xf. Then Warwick disavo uls great John of Gaunt, Q. Mar. Those gracious words revive my drooping Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain; thoughts,

Avd, after John of Gaunt, Henry the fourth, And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak. Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest;

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And, after that wise prince, Henry the fifth, Where, having nothing, nothing be can lose.

X. Who by his process conquered all France: And as for you yourself, our quondam queen, — From these our Henry lineally descends. You have a father able to maintain you;

The War. Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse, And better 'twere, you troubled him, than France.

You You told not, how Henry the sixth hath lost Q. Mar. Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, B All that which Henry the fifth had gotten?

peace, Methinks, these peers of France should smile at that. Proud setter-up and puller-down of kings!

Aud But for the rest, —You tell a pedigree I will not hence, till with my talk and tears,

Tha Of threescore and two years; a silly time Both full of truth, I make king Lewis behold

To To make prescription for a kingdom's worth! Thy sly conveyance, and thy lord's false love;

Thi Oxf. Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy For both of you are birds of self-same feather. liege,

[ 4 horn sounded within. Whom thou obey'dst thirty and six years,

K. Lew. Warwick, this is some post to us, or thee.
And not bewray thy reason with a blush ?

Enter a Messenger.
Wur. Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right, Mess. My lord ambassador, these letters are for you,

Aud
Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree?
Seot from your brother, marquis Montague, -

1 For shame, leave Henry, and call Edward king! These from our king unto your majesty. Oxf. Call him my king, by whose injurious doom

And And, madam, these for you ;from whom I know not. My elder brother, the lord Aubrey Vere,

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[To Margaret. They all read their letters. Was done to death ? and more than so, my father, Oxf. I like it well, that our fair queen and mistress Even in the downfall of his mellow'd years, Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his.

And When nature brought him to the door of death?

Sha Prince. Nay, mark, how Lewis stamps, as he were No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm,

nettled : This arm upholds the house of Lancaster.

I hope, all's for the best. War. And I the house of York.

Yet K. Lew. Warwick, what are thy news? and your's, K.Lew.Queen Margaret, prince Edward, and Oxford,

fair queen?

A Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside,

Q.Mar. Mine, such as fill my heart with unhop'd joys.

Th While I use further conference with Warwick. War. Mine, full of sorrow and heart's discontent. Q. Mar. Heaven grant, that Warwick's words be K. Lew. What! has your king married the lady Grey? witch him not!

TO And now, to sooth your forgery and his,

G {Retiring with the Prince and Oxford. Sends me a paper to persuade me patience? K. Lew. Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon thy Is this the alliance that he seeks with France?

T conscience,

Dare he presume to scorn us in this mamer?
ss Edward your true king? for I were loath Q: Mar. I told your majesty as much before;
To link with him, that were pot lawful chosen. This proveth Edward's love, and Warwick's honesty.
War. Thereon i pawn my credit and mine honour. War. King Lewis, I here protest,-in sight of heaven,
K. Lew. But is he gracious in the people's eye? And by the hope, I have of heavenly bliss,
War. The more, that Henry was unfortunate. That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's :
K. Lew. Then further, all dissembling set aside, No more my king, for he dishonours me;
Tell me for truth the measure of his love

But most himself, if he could see his shame.
Unto our sister Bona.

Did I forget, that by the house of York War. Such it seems,

My father came untimely to his death? As may beseem a monarch like himself.

Did I let pass the abuse done to my niece? Myself have often heard him say, and swear, Did I impale him with the regal crown? That.this his love was an eternal plant,

Did I put Henry from his native right, Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground, And am I guerdon’d at the last with shame? The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun ; Shame on himself! for my desert is honour. Exempt from envy, but not from disdain,

And, to repair my honour lost for him,
Unless the lady Bona qnit his pain.

I here renounce him, and return to Henry.
K. Lew. Now, sister, let us hear yonr first resolve! My noble queen, let former grudges pass,
Bona. Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine: And henceforth I am thy true servitor;
Yet I confess, (To War.] that often ere this day, I will revenge his wrong to lady Bona,
When I have heard your king's desert recounted, And replant Henry in his former state.
Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire.

Q. Mar. Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate K. Lew. Then, Warwick, thus, - Our sister shall to love, be Edward's,

And I forgive and quite forget old faults, And now forthwith shali articles be drawa

And joy, that thou becom’st king Henry's friend. Touching the jointure that your king must make, Which with her dowry shall be counterpois’d. That, if king Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us Draw near, queen Margaret, and be a witness, With some few bands of chosen soldiers, That Bona shall be wife to the English king. l'll undertake to land them on our coast, Prince. To Edward, but not to the English king. And force the tyrant from his seat by war. Q. Mar. Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device, 'Tis not his new-made bride shall succour him; By this alliance to make void my suit;

And as for Clarence,

- as my letters tell me, Before thy coming, Lewis was Henry's friend.

He's very likely now to fall from him; K. Lew. And still is friend to him and Margaret : For matching more for wanton lust, than honour, But if your title to the crown be weak,

Or than for strength and safety of our country. As may appear by Edward's good success,

Bona. Dear brother, how shall Bona be revenge Then 'tis bnt reason, that I be releas'd

But by thy help to this distressed queen? From giving aid, which late I promised.

Q. Mar. Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry L Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand, Unless thou rescue him from foul despair ? That your estate requires, and mine can yield. Bonu. My quarrel, and this English queen's are: War. Henry now lives in Scotland, at his ease; War. And mine, fair lady Bona, joins with you

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