K. Lew. What has your king marry'd the lady

Grey?

And now, to sooth your forgery and his,

Sends me a paper to persuade me patience?
Is this the alliance that he seeks with France ?
Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner ?
Queen. I told your majesty as much before :

This proveth Edward's love, and Warwick's honesty. War. King Lewis, I here protest-in sight of heaven,

And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss

That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's;
No more my king, for he dishonours me ;
But most himself, if he could see his shame.-
Did I forget, that by the house of York
My father came untimely to his death?
Did I let pass the abuse done to my niece?
Did I impale him with the regal crown?
Did I put Henry from his native right?
And am I guerdon'd at the last with shame ?
Shame on himself! for my desert is honour.
And, to repair my honour lost for him,
I here renounce him, and return to Henry :-
My noble queen, let former grudges pass,
And henceforth I am thy true servitor;
I will revenge his wrong to lady Bona,
And replant Henry in his former state.
Queen. Warwick, these words have turn'd

to love;

And I forgive and quite forget old faults,

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my

hate

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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? 511

Queen. Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry live, Unless thou rescue him from foul despair?

Bona. My quarrel, and this English queen's, are one. War. And mine, fair lady Bona, joins with your's. K. Lew. And mine with her's, and thine and Margaret's.

Therefore, at last, I firmly am resolv'd,

You shall have aid.

Queen. Let me give humble thanks for all at once.
K. Lew. Then England's messenger, return in post;

And tell false Edward, thy supposed king-
That Lewis of France is sending over maskers,
To revel it with him and his new bride:

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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.

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Queen

Queen. 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;

And therefore I'll uncrown him, ere't be long.

There's thy reward; be gone.

K. Lew. But, Warwick;

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[Exit Post.

Thyself, and Oxford, with five thousand men,
Shall cross the seas, and bid false Edward battle:
And, as occasion serves, this noble queen

And prince shall follow with a fresh supply.
Yet, ere thou go, but answer me one doubt ;—
What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty?

War. This shall assure my constant loyalty;-
That if our queen and this young prince agree,
I'll join my younger daughter, and my joy,
To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands.

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Queen. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion:

Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous,

Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick;
And, with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable,
That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine.
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 levy'd,

And thou, lord Bourbon, our high admiral,
Shall waft them over with our royal fleet.—

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I long,

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I long, till Edward fall by war's mischance,

For mocking marriage with a dame of France. [Exeunt. Manet WARWICK.

War. I came from Edward as embassador,

But I return his sworn and mortal foe :

Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me,
But dreadful war shall answer his demand.
Had he none else to make a stale, but me?
Then none but I shall turn his jest to sorrow.
I was the chief that rais'd him to the crown,
And I'll be chief to bring him down again :

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Not that I pity Henry's misery,

But seek revenge on Edward's mockery.

[Exit.

ACT IV. SCENE I.

The Palace in England. Enter GLOSTER, CLARENCE, SOMERSET, and MONTAGUE.

Gloster.

Now tell me brother Clarence, what think you
Of this new marriage with the lady Grey?

Hath not our brother made a worthy choice?

Clar. Alas, you know, 'tis far from hence to
France;

How could he stay 'till Warwick made return?

Som. My lords, forbear this talk; here comes the

king.

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Flourish.

Flourish.

Enter King EDWARD, Lady GREY, as

Queen; PEMBROKE, STAFFORD, and HASTINGS.

Four stand on one Side, and four on the other.

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

That

our choice,

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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. Glo. And you shall have your will, because our king:

Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.

K. Edw. Yea, brother Richard, are you offended

too?

Glo. Not I':

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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,

aside,

Tell me some reason, why the lady Grey

Should