And I forgive and quite forget old faults, War. So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend, That, if king Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us Q. Mar. Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry live, Bona. My quarrel, and this English queen's, are one. K. Lew. And mine, with hers, and thine, and Margaret's. Therefore, at last, I firmly am resolved, You shall have aid. Q. Mar. Let me give humble thanks for all at once. And tell false Edward, thy supposed king,- Thou seest what's past, go fear* thy king withal. Bona. Tell him, In hope he'll prove a widower shortly, I'll wear the willow garland for his sake. Q. Mar. Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid aside, And I am ready to put armour on. War. Tell him from me, That he hath done me wrong; K. Lew. But, Warwick, thou, And Oxford, with five thousand men, [Exit MESSENGER. Shall cross the seas, and bid false Edward battle: And, as occasion serves, this noble queen War. This shall assure my constant loyalty:- Q. Mar. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion : Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous, That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine. * Affright. Prince. Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it; And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand. [He gives his hand to WARWICK. K. Lew. Why stay we now? These soldiers shall be levied, And thou, lord Bourbon, our high admiral, Shall waft them over with our royal fleet.I long, till Edward fall by war's mischance, For mocking marriage with a dame of France. [Exeunt all but WARWICK. War. I came from Edward as ambassador, Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I.-London. A Room in the Palace. Enter GLOSTER, CLARENCE, SOMERSET, MONTAGUE, and others. Glo. Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you Clar. Alas, you know, 'tis far from hence to France; Som. My lords, forbear this talk; here comes the king. Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD, attended; LADY GREY, as Queen; PEMBROKE, STAFFORD, HASTINGS, and others. Glo. And his well-chosen bride. Clar. I mind to tell him plainly what I think. K. Edw. Now brother of Clarence, how like you our choice, That you stand pensive, as half malecontent? Clar. As well as Lewis of France, or the earl of Warwick; Which are so weak of courage, and in judgment, That they'll take no offence at our abuse. K. Edw. Suppose, they take offence without a cause, They are but Lewis and Warwick; I am Edward, Your king and Warwick's, and must have my will. * A stalking-horse. Glo. And you shall have your will, because our king: K. Edw. Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too? No; God forbid, that I should wish them sever'd K. Edw. Setting your scorns, and your mislike aside, Clar. Then this is my opinion, -that king Lewis Glo. And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge, K. Edw. What, if both Lewis and Warwick be appeased, By such invention as I can devise? Mont. Yet to have join'd with France in such alliance, England is safe, if true within itself? Mont. Yes; but the safer, when 'tis back'd with France. Hast. "Tis better using France, than trusting France: Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas, Which he hath given for fence impregnable, And with their helps only defend ourselves; In them, and in ourselves, our safety lies. Clar. For this one speech, lord Hastings well deserves To have the heir of the lord Hungerford. 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, Clar. Or else you would not have bestow'd the heir* Clar. In choosing for yourself you show'd your judgment; Which being shallow, you shall give me leave K. Edw. Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be king, And not be tied unto his brother's will. Q. Eliz. My lords, before it pleased his majesty * Heiress. To raise my state to title of a queen, That I was not ignoble of descent, But as this title honours me and mine, So your dislikes, to whom I would be pleasing, K. Edw. My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns: 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, K. Edw. Go to, we pardon thee: therefore, in brief, [Aside. K. Edw. Is Lewis so brave? belike, he thinks me Henry. Mess. These were her words, utter'd with mild disdain: K. Edw. I blame not her, she could say little less; Mess. Tell him, quoth she, my mourning weeds are done,t And I am ready to put armour on. K. Edw. Belike, she minds to play the Amazon. But what said Warwick to these injuries? Mess. He, more incensed against your majesty Than all the rest, discharged me with these words: Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong, And therefore I'll uncrown him, ere't be long. K. Edw. Ha! durst the traitor breathe out so proud words? Well, I will arm me, being thus forewarn'd: They shall have wars, and pay for their presumption. But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret? * Present. VOL. IIL R Thrown off. For 1 will hence to Warwick's other daughter; 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, That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage I may not prove inferior to yourself. You, that love me and Warwick, follow me. [Exit CLARENCE, and SOMERSET follows. Glo. Not I: My thoughts aim at a further matter; I Stay not for love of Edward, but the crown. K. Edw. Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick! Yet am I arm'd against the worst can happen; [Aside. And haste is needful in this desperate case.- Myself in person will straight follow you. [Exeunt PEMBROKE and STAFFORD. But, ere I go, Hastings, and Montague, - Mont. So God help Montague, as he proves true! SCENE II.-A Plain in Warwickshire. [Exeunt. Enter WARWICK and OXFORD, with French and other Forces. War. Trust me, my lord, all hitherto goes well; The common people by numbers swarm to us. Enter CLARENCE and SOMERSET. But, see, where Somerset and Clarence come;- Clar. Fear not that, my lord. War. Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick; And welcome, Somerset:-I hold it cowardice, To rèst mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love; Else might I think, that Clarence, Edward's brother, |