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Ay, but she's come to beg; Warwick to give :
She on his left side, craving aid for Henry;
He on his right, asking a wife for Edward.
She weeps and says her Henry is deposed;
He smiles and says his Edward is installed ;
That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more:
Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong,
Inferreth arguments of mighty strength,
And in conclusion wins the King from her,
With promise of his sister, and what else,
To strengthen and support King Edward's place.

Margaret, thus 't will be; and thou, poor soul, Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn. 2nd Keep. Say what art thou that talk'st of

kings and queens? K. Hen. More than I seem, and less than I

was born to. A man at least; for less I should not be : And men may talk of kings, and why not I? 2nd Keep. Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert

a king. K. Hen. Why, so I am in mind; and that's

enough. 2nd Keep. But if thou be a king, where is thy

crown? K. Hen. My crown is in my heart, not on my

And yielding to another when it blows,
Commanded always by the greater gust,
Such is the lightness of you common men.
But do not break your oaths : for of that sin
My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty.
Go where you will : the King shall be commanded,
And be you kings : command, and I'll obey.
1st Keep. We are true subjects to the King,

King Edward.
K. Hen. So would you be again to Henry,
If he were seated as King Edward is.
1st Keep. We charge you, in God's name and

in the King's, To go with us unto the officers. K. Hen. In God's name, lead; your King's

name be obeyed : And what God will, that let your King perform; And what He will I humbly yield unto. [Exeunt.

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Not decked with diamonds and Indian stones,
Nor to be seen. My crown is called content:
A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
2nd Keep. Well, if you be a king crowned

with content,
Your crown content and you must be contented
To go along with us : for, as we think,
You are the king King Edward hath deposed :
And we his subjects, sworn in all allegiance,
Will apprehend you as his enemy.
K. Hen. But did you never swear and break

an oath ? 2nd Keep. No, never such an oath; nor will

not now. K. Hen. Where did you dwell when I was

King of England ? 2nd Keep. Here in this country where we

now remain. K. Hen. I was anointed king at nine months old; My father and my grandfather were kings; And you were sworn true subjects unto me: And tell me, then, have you not broke your oaths ?

1st Keep. No: For we were subjects but while you were king. K. Hen. Why, am I dead ? do I not breathe

a man? Ah simple men, you know not what you swear. Look, as I blow this feather from my face, and as the air blows it to me again, Obeying with my wind when I do blow,

It were dishonour to deny it her.
K. Edw. It were no less : but yet I'll make a

pause. Glo. Yea, is it so ? [Aside to Clarence. I see the lady hath a thing to grant Before the King will grant her humble suit. Clar. He knows the game : how true he keeps the wind!

[ Aside. Glo. Silence !

[Aside. K. Edw. Widow, we will consider of your suit : And come some other time to know our mind. L. Grey. Right gracious lord, I cannot brook

delay : May it please your highness to resolve me now; And what your pleasure is shall satisfy me. Glo. Ay, widow? then I'll warrant you all

your lands, An if what pleases him shall pleasure you. Fight closer, or good faith you 'll catch a blow.

[Aside. Clar. I fear her not, unless she chance to fall.

[Aside. Glo. God forbid that, for he 'll take vantages.

[Aside. K. Edw. How many children hast thou,

widow? tell me. Clar. I think he means to beg a child of her.

(Aride. Glo. Nay, whip me then: he'll rather give her two.

[Aside. L. Grey. Three, my most gracious lord. Glo. You shall have four, if you 'll be ruled by him.

[ Aside. K. Edw. 'T were pity they should lose their

father's land. L.Grey. Be pitiful, dread lord, and grantit then. K. Edw. Lords, give us leave: I'll try this

widow's wit. Glo. Ay, good leave have you; for you will

have leave Till youth take leave, and leave you to the crutch. (Gloster and Clarence retire to the other side. K. Edw. Now tell me madam, do you love

your children? L. Grey. Ay, full as dearly as I love myself. K. Edw. And would you not do much to do

them good ? L. Grey. To do them good I would sustain

some harm. K. Edw. Then get your husband's lands to do

them good. L. Grey. Therefore I came unto your majesty. K. Edw. I 'll tell you how these lands are to

L. Grey. I take my leave with many thou

sand thanks. Glo. The match is made; she seals it with a

curt'sy. K. Edw. But stay thee; 't is the fruits of love

I mean. L. Grey. The fruits of love I mean, my loving

liege. K. Edw. Ay, but I fear me in another sense. What love think'st thou I sue so much to get ? L. Grey. My love till death, my humble thanks,

my prayers : That love which virtue begs and virtue grants. K. Edw. No, by my troth, I did not mean

such love. L. Grey. Why then you mean not as I thought

you did.

K. Edw. But now you partly may perceive

my mind.

be got.

L. Grey. My mind will never granċ what I

perceive Your highness aims at, if I aim aright. K. Edw. To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with

thee. L. Grey. To tell you plain, I had rather lie in

prison. K. Edw. Why, then thou shalt not have thy

husband's lands. L. Grey. Why, then mine honesty shall be my

dower: For by that loss I will not purchase them. K. Edw. Therein thou wrong'st thy children

mightily. L.Grey. Herein your highness wrongs

both them and me. But, mighty lord, this merry inclination Accords not with the sadness of my suit : Please

you

dismiss me, either with ay or no. K. Edw. Ay, if thou wilt say ay to my request: No, if thou dost say no to my demand.

L. Grey. Then no, my lord. My suit is at an end. Glo. The widow likes him not; she knits her brows.

Aside. Clar. He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom.

L. Grey. So shall you bind me to your high

ness service. K. Edw. What service wilt thou do me, if I

give them? L. Grey. What you command, that rests in

me to do. K. Edw. But you will take exceptions to my

boon. L. Grey. No gracious lord, except I cannot

do it. K. Edw. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean

to ask. L. Grey. Why, then I will do what your

grace commands. Glo. He plies her hard; and much rain wears the marble.

[Aside. Clar. As red as fire ! nay, then her wax must melt.

[ Aside. L. Grey. Why stops my lord ? shall I not hear

[ Aside.

K. Edw. Her looks do argue her replete with

modesty, Her words do shew her wit incomparable ; All her perfections challenge sovereignty ; One way or other the is for a king, And she shall be my love, or else my queen.

my task ?

Aside.

K. Edw. An easy task : 't is but to love a king. L. Grey. That's soon performed, because I am

a subject. K. Edw. Why then, thy husband's lands I

freely give thee.

Say that King Edward take thee for his queen ? L. Grey. 'T is better said than done, my gra

cious lord : I am a subject fit to jest withal, But far unfit to be a sovereign.

K. Edw. Sweet widow, by my state I swear

to thee I speak no more than what my soul intends : And that is, to enjoy thee for my love.

L. Grey. And that is more than I will yield unto: I know I am too mean to be your queen, And yet too good to be your concubine. K. Edw. You cavil, widow: I did mean my

queen. L. Grey. 'T will grieve your grace my sons

should call you father. K. Edw. No more than when my daughters

call thee mother. Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children; And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor, Have other some: why, 't is a happy thing To be the father unto many sons. Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen. Glo. The ghostly father now hath done his shrift.

[ Aside. Clar. When he was made a shriver 't was for shift.

Aside. K. Edw. Brothers, you muse what chat we

two have had. Glo. The widow likes it not, for she looks sad. K. Edw. You'd think it strange if I should

marry her.

Clar. To whom, my lord ?
K. Edw. Why, Clarence, to myself.
Glo. That would be ten days'wonder at the least.
Clar That's a day longer than a wonder lasts.
Glo. By so much is the wonder in extremes.
K. Edw. Well, jest on, brothers : I can tell

Like one that stands upon a promontory,
And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,
Wishing his foot were equal with his eye,
And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,
Saying he 'll lade it dry to have his way :
So do I wish the crown, being so far off;
And so I chide the means that keep me from it,
And so I say I'll cut the causes off;
Flattering me with impossibilities.--
My eye 's too quick, my hearto’erweens too much;
Unless my hand and strength could equal them.
Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard :
What other pleasure can the world afford ?
I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,
And deck my body in gay ornaments,
And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.
O miserable thought! and more unlikely
Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns.
Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb :
And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,
She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe
To shrink mine arm up like a withered shrub;
To make an envious mountain on my back,
Where sits deformity to mock my body;
To shape my legs of an unequal size;
To disproportion me in every part,
Like to a chaos, or an unlicked bear-whelp,
That carries no impression like the dam.
And am I, then, a man to be beloved ?
O monstrous fault to harbour such a thought!
Then, since this earth affords no joy to me
But to command, to check, to o'erbear such
As are of better person than inyself,
I'll make my he to dream upon the crown;
And whiles I live to account this world but hell,
Until my mis-shaped trunk that bears this head
Be round impaléd with a glorious crown.
And yet I know not how to get the crown,
For many lives stand between me and home :
And I,-like one lost in a thorny wood,
That rents the thorns, and is rent with the thorns,
Seeking a way, and straying from the way;
Not knowing how to find the open air,
But toiling desperately to find it out, -
Torment myself to catch the English crown:
And from that torment I will free myself,
Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.
Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile;
And
cry

"content" to that which grieves iny

heart; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions. I 'll drown more sailors than the mermaid sball I 'll slay more gazers than the basilisk; I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, Deceive more slyly than Ulysses could. And, like a Sinon, take another Troy:

you both,

Her suit is granted for her husband's lands.

Enter a Nobleman. Nob. My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken, And brought your prisoner to your palace gate. K. Edw. See that he be conveyed unto the

Tower: And go we, brothers, to the man that took him. To question of his apprehension.Widow, go you along.-Lords, use her honourable.

(Exeunt King EDWARD, LADY GREY,

CLARENCE, and LORD. Glo. Ay, Edward will use women honourably. Would he were wasted marrow, bones, and all, That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring, To cross me from the golden time I look for! And yet between my soul's desire and me (The lustful Edward's title buried) Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward, And all the unlooked-for issue of their bodies, To take their rooms ere I can place myself : A cold premeditation for my purpose ! Why, then, I do but dream of sovereignty.

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I can add colours to the cameleon ;
Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,
And set the murd'rous Machiavel to school.
Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?'
Tut! were it further off I 'll pluck it down.

Must strike her sail, and learn a while to

serve, Where kings command.

I was, I must confess, Great Albion's Queen in former golden days: But now mischance bath trod my title down, And with dishonour laid me on the ground; Where I must take like seat unto my fortune, And to my humble seat conform myself. K. Lew. Why say, fair Queen, whence springs

this deep despair? Q. Mar. From such a cause as fills mine eyes

with tears, And stops my tongue, while heart is drowned in

SCENE III.-France. A Room in the Palace.

cares.

Flourish. Enter Lewis, the French King, and

Lady Bona, attended; the King takes his state. Then enter Queen MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, her son, and the Earl of OxfORD. K. Lew. Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret,

[Rising. Sit down with us: it ill befits thy state And birth that thou shouldst stand while Lewis

doth sit. Q. Mar. No, mighty King of France : now

Margaret

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Be plain, Queen Margaret, and tell thy grief:
It shall be eased, if France can yield relief.
Q. Mar. Those gracious words revive my

drooping thoughts,
And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak.
Now therefore be it known to noble Lewis,
That Henry, sole possessor of my love,
Is of a King, become a banished man,
And forced to live in Scotland a forlorn :
While proud ambitious Edward, Duke of York,
Usurps the regal title, and the seat
of England's true-anointed lawful King.
This is the cause that I, poor Margaret,
With this my son Prince Edward, Henry's heir,
Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid :
And if thou fail us, all our hope is done.
Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help;
Our people and our peers are both misled;
Our treasures seized, our soldiers put to flight,
And, as thou see'st, ourselves in heavy plight.
K. Lew. Renowned Queen, with patience calm

the storm, While we bethink a means to break it off. Q. Mar. The m we stay, the stronger

grows our foe. K. Lew. The more I stay, the more I 'll

succour thee. Q. Mar. O but impatience waiteth on true

Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears, Hath placed 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, 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 Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour : For though usurpers sway the rule awhile, Yet Heavens are just, and time suppresseth

wrongs. War. Injurious Margaret ! Prince. And why not Queen?

War. Because thy father Henry did usurp; And thou no more art Prince than she is Queen. Oxf. 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 conqueréd all France. From these our Henry lineally descends.

War. Oxford, how haps it in this smooth dis

sorrow:

And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow.

course

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 Mar

GARET rises. Q. Mar. Ay, now begins a second storm to rise: For this is he that moves both wind and tide.

War. From worthy Edward, King of Albion, My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend, I come, in kindness and unfeignéd love, First to do greetings to thy royal person, And then to crave a league of amity; And lastly, to confirm that amity With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant That virtuous lady, Bona, thy fair sister, To England's King in lawful marriage.

Q. Mar. If that go forward, Henry's hope is done. War. And, gracious madam [to Bona), in

our King's behalf, I am commanded, with your leave and favour, Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart;

You told not how Henry the sixth hath lost
All that which Henry the fifth had gotten?
Methinks these peers of France should smile at

that.
But for the rest, you tell a pedigree
Of threescore-and-two years : a silly time
To make prescription for a kingdom's worth.
Oxf. Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against

thy liege, Whom thou obey'dst thirty-and-six years, And not bewray thy treason with a blush?

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 downfal of his mellowed 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,

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