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 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. 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 malcontent? Clar. As well as Lewis of France, or the earl of War wick; 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. K. Edw. Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too? 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 not become my wife, and England's queen: Speak freely what you think. Clar. Then this is my opinion, that king Lewis Becomes your enemy, for mocking him About the marriage of the lady Bona. Glo. And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge, Is now dishonoured by this new marriage. K. Edw. What, if both Lewis and Warwick be appeas'd, By such invention as I can devise? Mont. Yet to have join'd with France in such alliance, Would more have strengthen'd this our common-wealth 'Gainst foreign storms, than any home-bred marriage. Hast. Why, knows not Montague, that of itself England is safe, if true within itself? Mont. Yes; but the safer, when 'tis back'd with France. Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas, 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, She better would have fitted me, or Clarence: Clar. Or else you would not have bestow'd the heir ment; Which being shallow, you shall give me leave To play the broker in mine own behalf; And, to that end, I shortly mind to leave you. 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 pleas'd his majesty Do me but right, and you must all confess And meaner than myself have had like fortune. 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. [Aside. K. Edw. Now, messenger, what letters, or what news, from France? Mess. My sovereign liege, no letters; and few words, But such as I, without your special pardon, Dare not relate. K. Edw. Go to, we pardon thee: therefore, in brief, Tell me their words as near as thou canst guess them. What answer makes king Lewis unto our letters? Mess. At my depart, these were his very words; Go tell false Edward, thy supposed king,— That Lewis of France is sending over maskers, To revel it with him and his new bride. K. Edw. Is Lewis so brave? belike, he thinks me Henry: But what said lady Bona to my marriage? Mess. These were her words, utter'd with mild disdain; Tell him in hope he'll prove a widower shortly, I'll wear the willow garland for his sake. K. Edw. I blame 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. Mess. 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? Mess. 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? 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? Mess. Ay, gracious sovereign; they are so link'd in friendship, That young prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter. You, that love me and Warwick, follow me. Glo. Not I: [Exit CLARENCE, and SOMERSET follows. My thoughts aim at a further matter; I Stay not for love of Edward, but the crown. [Aside. K. Edw. Clarence and Somerset both gone to War wick! Yet am I arm'd against the worst can happen; |