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Ay, but she's come to beg; Warwick to give :
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,
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.
Not decked with diamonds and Indian stones,
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.
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
K. Edw. But now you partly may perceive
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
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
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 ?
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
Clar. To whom, my lord ?
Like one that stands upon a promontory,
"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:
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.
I can add colours to the cameleon ;
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.
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
Be plain, Queen Margaret, and tell thy grief:
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
And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow.
Enter Warwick, attended.
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
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
War. And I the house of York.