K. Edw. Well, jest on, brothers: I can tell | Why, I can smile, and murder whiles I smile, you both Her suit is granted for her husband's lands. Enter a Nobleman. Nob. My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken, Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward, 140 151 My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much, And cry Content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, 190 K. Lew. Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret, Sit down with us: it ill befits thy state And birth that thou should'st stand while Lewis doth sit. Q. Mar. No, mighty King of France; now Must strike her sail, and learn awhile to serve Q. Mar. From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares. K. Lew. Whate'er it be, be thou stilllikethyself, Seats her by hise. 171 O monstrous fault! to harbour such a thought. 180 Q. Mar. Those gracious words revive my droop ing thoughts, And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak. Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid; 20 K. Lew, Renowned queen, with patience calm | You told not how Henry the Sixth hath lost While we bethink a means to break it off. Q. Mar. The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe. 40 K. Lew. The more I stay, the more I'll succour thee. Q. Mar. O but impatience waiteth on true sorrow: And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow. Enter WARWICK, attended. K. Lew. What's he approacheth boldly to our presence? Q. Mar. Our Earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend. K. Lew. Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France? Descending from his state. Queen With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant Q. Mar. If that go forward, Henry's hope is done. War. To BONA. And, gracious madam, in our king's behalf, I am commanded, with your leave and favour, co Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart; Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears, Hath plac'd thy beauty's image and thy virtue. Q. Mar. King Lewis and Lady Bona, hear me speak, Before you answer Warwick. His demand Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love, 70 But from deceit bred by necessity; Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour; And why not queen? War. Because thy father Henry did usurp, And thou no more art prince than she is queen. Orf. Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt, Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain; And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth, Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest ; And after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth, Who by his prowess conquered all France: From these our Henry lineally descends. 81 War. Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth dis course, that. But for the rest, you tell a pedigree Whom thou obeyedst thirty and six years, 99 War. Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right, Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree? For shame! leave Henry, and call Edward king. Oxf. 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, Even in the downfall of his mellow'd years, When nature brought him to the door of death? No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm, This arm upholds the house of Lancaster. War. And I the house of York. K. Lew. Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford, 110 Vouchsafe at our request to stand aside, Q. Mar. Heavens grant that Warwick's words bewitch him not! 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? Such it seems 120 War. As may beseem a monarch like himself. Myself have often heard him say and swear That this his love was an eternal plant, Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground, The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun, Exempt from envy, but not from disdain, Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain. K. Lew. Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve. Bona. Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine. To WARWICK. Yet I confess that often ere this day, 131 When I have heard your king's desert recounted, Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire. K. Lew. Then, Warwick, thus: our sister shall be Edward's; And now forthwith shall articles be drawn Touching the jointure that your king must make Which with her dowry shall be counterpois'd. Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness That Bona shall be wife to the English king. Prince. To Edward, but not to the English king. 140 Q. Mar. Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device By this alliance to make void my suit: Before thy coming Lewis was Henry's friend. K. Lew. And still is friend to him and Margaret: But if your title to the crown be weak, As may appear by Edward's good success, 149 Then 'tis but reason that I be releas'd Proud setter up and puller down of kings; Enter a Post. Post. My lord ambassador, these letters are Sent from your brother, Marquess Montague: Oxf. I like it well that our fair queen and Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his. Prince. Nay, mark how Lewis stamps as he were nettled: I hope all's for the best. 170 K. Lew. Warwick, what are thy news? and yours, fair queen? War. So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned That if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us 29 Q. Mar. Renowned prince, how shall poor Unless thou rescue him from foul despair? once. K. Lew. Then, England's messenger, return in And tell false Edward, thy supposed king, Q. Mar. Mine, such as fill my heart with un-I'll wear the willow garland for his sake. hop'd joys. War. Mine, full of sorrow and heart's dis- K. Lew. What! has your king married the And now, to soothe your forgery and his, 180 War. King Lewis, I here protest, in sight of And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss, 190 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 And therefore I'll uncrown him ere 't be long. K. Lew. Exit Post. But, Warwick, thou War. This shall assure my constant loyalty: Q. Mar. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous, And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand. And thou, Lord Bourbon, our high admiral, Q. Mar. Warwick, these words have turn'd Shall waft them over with our royal flect. my hate to love; I long till Edward fall by war's mischance, SCENE I.-London. A Room in the Palace. Enter GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, SOMERSET, and MONTAGUE. Glou. 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. Glou. And his well-chosen bride. Clar. I mind to tell him plainly what I think. Flourish. Enter King EDWARD, attended; Lady GREY, as Queen; PEMBROKE, STAFFORD, and HASTINGS. K. Edw. Now, brother of Clarence, how like you our choice, That you stand pensive as half malecontent? 10 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 kingand Warwick's, and must have my will. Glou. And you shall have your will, because our king: Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well. K. Edw. Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too? 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? 40 Mont. Yes; but the safer when 'tis back'd with France. Hust. '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 we 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. Glou. And yet methinks your grace hath not done well, To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales 51 Clar. Or else you would not have bestow'd 70 Q. Eliz. My lords, before it pleas'd his majesty What danger or what sorrow can befall thee, Enter a Post. 80 K. Edw. Now, messenger, what letters or what news From France? Post. 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. 90 What answer makes King Lewis unto our letters? K. Edw. Is Lewis so brave? belike he thinks me Henry. But what said Lady Bona to my marriage? Post. These were her words, utter'd with mild disdain : 'Tell him, in hope he 'il prove a widower shortly, I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.' 100 K. Ed. Iblame 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. Post. Tell him,' quoth she, my mourning weeds are done, And I am ready to put armour on.' K. Edw. Belike she minds to play the Amazon. But what said Warwick to these injuries? Post. He, more incens'd against your majesty Than all the rest, discharg'd 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? 112 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? Post. 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, My thoughts aim at a further matter; I 130 Yet am I arm'd against the worst can happen, 141 Mont. So God help Montague as he proves true! Hast. And Hastings as he favours Edward's canse! K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us? Glou. 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. 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! Speak suddenly, my lords, are we all friends? Clar. Fear not that, my lord. War. Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto And welcome, Somerset: I hold it cowardice 10 Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings: But welcome, sweet Clarence; my daughter shall be thine. And now what rests, but in night's coverture, So we, well cover'd with the night's black mantle, Exeunt. Enter three Watchmen, to guard the KING's tent. First Watch. Come on, my masters, each man take his stand: The king by this is set him down to sleep. Never to lie and take his natural rest If Warwick be so near as men report. Third Watch. But say, I pray, what nobleman is that That with the king here resteth in his tent? 1a First Watch. 'Tis the Lord Hastings, the king's chiefest friend. |