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where comes the breeder of my sorrow.
K. Lew. What's he, approacheth boldly to our
Q. Mar. Our earl of Warwick, Edward's great-No,
Before you answer Warwick. His demand *Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love, *But from deceit, bred by necessity; *For how can tyrants safely govern home, * Unless abroad they purchase great alliance? *To prove him tyrant, this reason may suffice,That Henry liveth still: but were he dead. *Yet here prince Edward stands, king Henry's son. *Look therefore, Lewis, that by this league and marriage
Oxf. Call him my king, by whose injurious doom
K. Lew. Queen Margaret, prince Edward, and
Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside,
*Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour:
Such it seems,
I am commanded, with your leave and favour,
may beseem a monarch like himself. Myself have often heard him say, and swear,That this his love was an eternal plant;
K. Lew. Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.
Prince. To Edward, but not to the English king.
And why not queen?
Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain;
War. Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth
You told not, how Henry the Sixth hath lost
Whom thou obey'dst thirty and six years,
(1) Malice, or hatred.
[Retiring with the Prince and Oxford. 'K. Lew. Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience,
Is Edward your true king? for I were loath,
K. Lew. But is he gracious in the people's eye?
*But if your title to the crown be weak,— *As may appear by Edward's good success,→→→ *Then 'tis but reason, that I be releas'd *From giving aid, which late I promised. *Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand, dis-* That your estate requires, and mine can yield. War. Henry now lives in Scotland, at his ease; Where having nothing, nothing he can lose. And as for you yourself, our quondam queen,— You have a father able to maintain you; And better 'twere, you troubled him than France. *Q. Mar. Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, peace;
Proud setter-up and puller-down of kings! *I will not hence, till with my talk and tears, *Both full of truth, I make king Lewis behold *Thy sly conveyance,2 and thy lord's false love; For both of you are birds of self-same feather. [A horn sounded within. K. Lew. Warwick, this is some post to us, or thee.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My lord ambassador, these letters are for Therefore, at last, I firmly am resolv'd,
You shall have aid.
*Q. Mar. Let me give humble thanks for all at
K. Lew. Then England's messenger, return in
And tell false Edward, thy supposed king,—
*Thou seest what's past, go fear2 thy king withal.
Sent from your brother marquis Montague.
were nettled: * I hope, all's for the best.
K. Lew. Warwick, what are thy news? and yours, fair queen?
'Q. Mar. Mine, such as fill my heart with un-
K. Lew. What! has your king married the lady
And now, to sooth your forgery and his,
*Q. Mar. I told your majesty as much before:* This proveth Edward's love, and Warwick's hon-*
War. King Lewis, I here protest,-in sight of heaven,
And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss,-
And am I guerdon'd' at the last with shame?
Q. Mar. Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate to love;
And I forgive and quite forget old faults, And joy that thou becom'st king Henry's friend. War. So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend, That, if king Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us With some few bands of chosen soldiers, I'll undertake to land them on our coast, And force the tyrant from his seat by war. "Tis not his new-made bride shall succour him: *And as for Clarence,-as my letters tell me, * He's very likely now to fall from him; *For matching more for wanton lust than honour, *Or than for strength and safety of our country. *Bona. Dear brother, how shall Bona be reveng'd,
*But by thy help to this distressed queen?
* Unless thou rescue him from foul despair?
I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.
And I am ready to put armour on.
War. Tell him from me, That he hath done me
And therefore I'll uncrown him, ere't be long.
'Q. Mar. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your
Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous,
Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick;
*K. Lew. And mine, with hers, and thine, and Margaret's.
* And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand.
And thou, lord Bourbon, our high admiral,
SCENE 1.-London. A room in the palace. Enter Gloster, Clarence, Somerset, Montague, and others.
'Glo. Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you
Of this new marriage with the lady Grey?
(3) A stalking-horse, a pretence.
They are but Lewis and Warwick; I am Edward, 'Your king and Warwick's, and must have my will. 'Glo. And you shall have your will, because our king: Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well. K. Edw. Yea, brother Richard, are you offended*
• Glo. Not I:
No; God forbid, that I should wish them sever'd 'Whom God hath join'd together: ay, and 'twere pity,
To sunder them that yoke so well together.
K. Edw. Setting your scorns, and your mislike,
*Hast. 'Tis better using France, than trusting France:
*Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas,
K. Edw. Ay, what of that? it was my will, and grant;
* And, for this once, my will shall stand for law.
'Glo. And yet, methinks, your grace hath not done well,
(1) The heiress of great estates were in the wardship of the king, who matched them to his favourites.
Which being shallow, you shall give me leave
And not be tied unto his brother's will.
So your dislikes, to whom I would be pleasing, *Do cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow. 'K. Edw. My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns:
To give the heir and daughter of lord Scales
Of the lord Bonville on your new wife's son,
And you too, Somerset, and Montague,
Clar. Then this is my opinion,-that king Lewis
Is now dishonoured by this new marriage.
K. Edw. What, if both Lewis and Warwick be appeas'd, By such invention as I can devise? Mont. Yet to have join'd with France in such alliance, Would more have strengthen'd this our commonwealth, 'Gainst foreign storms, than any home-bred marriage.
Hast. Why, knows not Montague, that of itself 'England is safe, if true within itself? *Mont. Yes; but the safer, when 'tis back'd with France.
What danger, or what sorrow, can befall thee,
Enter a Messenger.
'K. Edw. Now, messenger, what letters, or what news,
'Mess. My sovereign liege, no letters; and few words,
But such as I, without your special pardon,
'K. Edw. Go to, we pardon thee: therefore, in brief,
Tell me their words as near as thou canst guess them.
What answer makes king Lewis unto our letters?
To revel it with him and his new bride.
K. Edw. Is Lewis so brave? belike, he thinks me Henry.
But what said lady Bona to my marriage?
Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,
K. Edw. I blame not her, she could say little less; She had the wrong. But what said Henry's queen? For I have heard, that she was there in place.2 Mess. Tell him, quoth she, my mourning weeds are done,3
And I am ready to put armour on.
'K. Edw. Belike, she minds to play the Amazon But what said Warwick to these injuries?
(3) Thrown off.
'Well, I will arm me, being thus forewarn'd: They shall have wars, and pay for their presump
But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret? Mess. Ay, gracious sovereign; they are so link'd in friendship,
That young prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter.
Clar. Belike, the elder; Clarence will have the younger.
*Now, brother king, farewell, and sit you fast, *For I will hence to Warwick's other daughter: *That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage *I may not prove inferior to yourself.You, that love me and Warwick, follow me.
His soldiers lurking in the towns about,
We may surprise and take him at our pleasure? Our scouts have found the adventure very easy: so* That as Ulysses, and stout Diomede,
*With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus' tents, *And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds;
* Gio. Not I:
My thoughts aim at a further matter; I *Stay not for love of Edward, but the crown. [Aside. K. Edw. Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick!
*Yet am I arm'd against the worst can happen; * And haste is needful in this desperate case.'Pembroke, and Stafford, you in our behalf
tent. [Exit Clarence, and Somerset follows.
Go levy men, and make prepare for war; They are already, or quickly will be landed 'Myself in person will straight follow you. [Exeunt Pembroke and Stafford. 'But, ere I go, Hastings,-and Montague,Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest, 'Are near to Warwick, by blood, and by alliance: Tell me, if you love Warwick more than me? If it be so, then both depart to him; I rather wish you foes, than hollow friends; But if you mind to hold your true obedience, 'Give me assurance with some friendly vow, "That I may never have you in suspect.
Mont. So God help Montague, as he proves true! Hast. And Hastings, as he favours Edward's
K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, will by us? Glo. Ay, in despite of all that shall withstand you. K. Edw. Why so; then am I sure of victory. "Now therefore let us hence; and lose no hour, • Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power. [Exeunt. SCENE II-A plain in Warwickshire. Enter Warwick and Oxford, with French and other forces.
*So we, well cover'd with the night's black mantle, * At unawares may beat down Edward's guard, * And seize himself; I say not-slaughter him, * For I intend but only to surprise him.-You, that will follow me to this attempt, Applaud the name of Henry, with your leader. (They all cry, Henry! Why, then, let's on our way in silent sort: For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George! [Exeunt. SCENE III-Edward's camp, near Warwick. Enter certain Watchmen, to guard the King's
*1 Watch. Come on, my masters, each man take his stand;
*The king, by this, is set him down to sleep. *2 Watch. What, will he not to-bed?
* 1 Watch. Why, no: for he hath made a solemn
*Never to lie and take his natural rest, *Till Warwick, or himself, be quite suppress'd. *2 Watch. To-morrow then, belike, shall be the day, *If Warwick be so near as men report.
*3 Watch. But say, I pray, what nobleman is that,
*That with the king here resteth in his tent? * 1 Watch. 'Tis the lord Hastings, the king's chiefest friend.
*3 Watch. O, is it so? But why commands the king,
*That his chief followers lodge in towns about him, *While he himself keepeth in the cold field? *2 Watch. 'Tis the more honour, because more dangerous.
* 3 Watch. Ay; but give me worship and quiet
The drum beating, and trumpets sounding. Reenter Warwick, and the rest, bringing the King out in a gown, sitting in a chair; Gloster and Hastings fly.
'Som. What are they that fly there? War. Richard, and Hastings: let them go, here's the duke.
K. Edw. The duke! why, Warwick, when we* And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs,
*Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown
King Edward's fruit, true heir to the English crown. * Riv. But, madam, where is Warwick then become?
*K. Edw. Yea, brother of Clarence, art thou
[Exit King Edw. led out; Som with him. *Oxf. What now remains, my lords, for us
*But march to London with our soldiers?
War. Ay, that's the first thing that we have
To free king Henry from imprisonment,
Q. Eliz. Why, brother Rivers, are you yet to learn, 'What late misfortune is befall'n king Edward? Riv. What, loss of some pitch'd battle against Warwick?
'Q. Eliz. No, but the loss of his own royal person. Riv. Then is my sovereign slain?
'Q. Eliz. Ay, almost slain, for he is taken pris
* Nay, then I see, that Edward needs must down.
My lord of Somerset, at my request,
Lewis, and the lady Bona, send to him :
Now, for a while, farewell, good duke of York.
* It boots not to resist both wind and tide.
'Q. Eliz. I am informed, that he comes towards London,
To save at least the heir of Edward's right;
There shall I rest secure from force, and fraud.
Come therefore, let us fly, while we may fly;
'Glo. Now, my lord Hastings, and sir William Stanley,
Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither, this chiefest thicket of the park.
Thus stands the case: You know, our king, my
Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands
That if about this hour, he make this way,
Enter King Edward, and a Huntsman. 'Hunt. This way, my lord; for this way game.
K. Edw. Nay, this way, man; see, huntsmen stand.Now, brother of Gloster, lord Hastings, and the
Stand you thus close, to steal the bishop's deer?
'Glo. Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning.
'K. Edw. Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness. * Glo. But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk. • K. Edw. Huntsman, what say'st thou? wilt thou go along?
'Hunt. Better do so, than tarry and be hang'd.
And pray that I may repossess the crown. [Exe.
King Henry, Clarence, Warwick, Somerset,
*K. Hen. Master lieutenant, now that God and
*Have shaken Edward from the regal seat;