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For I have morder'd where I should not kill.

And, wheresoe'er he is, he's surely dead. [Exit with the body.

(Clifford groans, and dies. K. Hen. Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care, Edw. Whose soul is that which takes her heavy Here sits a king more woeful than you are.

leave? Alarums : Excursions. Enter Queen Margaret,

Rich. A deadly groan, like life and death's departing. Prince of Wales, and Exeter.

Edw. See who it is: and, now the battle's ended, Prince. Fly, father, fly! for all your friends are fled,

If friend, or foe, let him be gently us'd. And Warwick rages like a chafed bull;

Rich. Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford; Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit.

Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch l. Mer. Mount you, my lord, towards Berwick post In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth, amain:

But set bis murdering knife unto the root Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds,

From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring, Haring the fearful flying hare in sight,

I mean, our princely father, duke of York. With fiery eyes, sparkling for very wrath,

War. From off the gates of York fetch down the head, And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands, Your father's head, which Clifford placed there; Are at our backs: and therefore hence amain.

Instead whereof, let this supply the room; Ext. Away! for vengeance comes along with them : Measure for measure must be answered. Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed;

Edw. Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house, Or else come after, I'll away before.

That nothing sung but death to us and ours : K. Hen. Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter;

Now death shall stop his dismal threatening sound, Not that I fear to stay, but love to go

And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak. Whither the queen intends. Forward ; away!

[Attendants bring the Body forward. [E.reunt. War. I think his understanding is bereft:

Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee?-SCENE VI.-The same. A loud Alarum. Enter

Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life,
Clifford, wounded.

And he nor sees, nor hears us what we say.
Clif. Here burns my candle out, ay, here it dies, Rich. O, 'would he did! and so, perhaps, he doth ;
Which, while it lasted, gave king Henry light. 'Tis but his policy to counterfeit,
O, Lancaster! I fear thy overthrow,

Because he would avoid such bitter taunts More than my body's parting with my soul:

Which in the time of death he gave our father. My love, and fear, glew'd many friends to thee; Geo. If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words. And, now, I fall, thy tough commixtures melt.

Rich. Clifford, ask mercy, and obtain no grace. Impairing Henry, strength'ning mis-proud York, Edw. Clifford, repent in bootless penitence. The common people swarm like summer flies :

War. Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults. And whither fy the gnats, but to the sun ?

Geo. While we devise fell tortures for thy faults. And who shines now but Henry's enemies?

Rich. Thou didst love York, and I am son to York. O Phæbus! hadst thou never given consent

Edw. Thou pitied'st Rutland, I will pity thee. That Phaeton should check thy fiery steeds,

Geo. Where's captain Margaret, to fence you now? Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth :

War. They mock thee, Clifford I swear as thou wast And, Henry, hadst thou sway'd as kings should do, Or as thy father, and his father, did,

Rich. What, not an oath? nay, then the world goes Giving no ground unto the house of York,

hard, They never then had sprung like summer flies : When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath :Land ten thousand in this luckless realm,

I know by that, he's dead ; And, by my soul, Had left no mourning widows for our death,

If this right hand would buy two hours' life,
And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace. That I in all despite might rail at him,
For what doth cherish weeds, but gentle air? This hand should chop it off; and with the issuing
And what makes robbers bold, but too much lenity.

Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds ; Stifle the villain, whose unstaunched thirst
No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight: York and young Rutland could not satisfy.
The foe is merciless, and will not pity;

War. Ay, but he's dead : Off with the traitor's head, For, at their bands, I have deserv'd no pity.

And rear it in the place your father's stands. The air hath got into my deadly wounds,

And now to London with triumphant march, And much effuse of blood doth make me faint :- There to be crowned England's royal king. Come, York, and Richard, Warwick, and the rest; From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France, I stabb'd your fathers' bosoms, split my breast. And ask the lady Bona for thy queen:

(He faints. So shalt thou sinew both these lands together ; Alarum and Retreat. Enter Edward, George, Rich- || And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread

ard, Montague, Warwick, and Soldiers. The scatter'd foe, that hopes to rise again ; Edw. Now breathe we, lords ; good fortune bids us For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt, pause,

Yet look to have them buzz, to offend thine ears.
And snooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks.--- First, will I see the coronation ;
Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen ;- And then to Britany I'll cross the sea,
That led calm Henry, though he were a king, To effect this marriage, so it please my lord.
As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust,

Edw. Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be: Command an argosy to stem the waves.

For on thy shoulder do I build my seat;
But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them? And never will I undertake the thing,

War No, 'tis impossible he should escape : Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting.-
For, though before his face I speak the words, Richard, I will create thee duke of Gloster ;-
Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave: And George, of Clarence ;-Warwick, as ourself,



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Shall do, and undo, as him pleaseth best.

To strengthen and support king Edward's place. Rich Let me be duke of Clarence ; George, of Glos- O Margaret, thus 'twill be; and thou, poor soul, ter;

Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorni. For Gloster's dukedom is too ominous.

2 Keep. Say, what art thou, that talk'st of kings and War. Tut, that's a foolish observation;

queens? Richard, be duke of Gloster: Now to London,

K. Hen. More than I seem, and less than I was born To see these honours in possession. [Eacunt.

A man at least, for less I should not be;

And men may talk of kings, and why not I?

2 Keep. Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a king.

K. Hen. Why, so I am, in mind; and that's enough. SCENE I.- A Chace in the north of England. Enter 2 Keep. But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown? two Keepers, with Crossbows in their Hands. K. Hen. My crown is in my heart, not on my head.

Not deck d with diamonds, and Indian stones, 1 Keeper. UNDER this thick-grown brake we'll shroud our

Nor to be seen: my crown is call'd, content; selves;

A crown it is, that seldom king's enjoy. For through this laund anon the deer will come;

2 Keep. Well, if you be a king crown'd with content, And in this covert will we make our stand,

Your crown content, and you, must be contented Culling the principal of all the deer.

To go along with us : for, as we think, 2 Keep. I'll stay above the hill, so both may shoot.

You are the king, king Edward hath depos'd; 1 Keep. That cannot be; the noise of thy eross-bow

And we his subjects, sworn in all allegiance, Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost.

Will apprehend you as his enemy. Here stand we both, and aim we at the best:

K. Hen. But did you never swear, and break an oath? And, for the time shall not seem tedious,

2 Keep. No, never such an oath, por will not bow. I'll tell thee what befel me on a day,

K. Hen. Where did you dwell, when I was king In this self-place where now we mean to stand.

of England ? 2 Keep. Here com 's a man, let's stay till he be past.

2 Keep. Here in this country, where we now remain,

K. Hen. I was anointed king at nine months old; Enter King Henry, disguised, with a Prayer-book.

My father and and my grandfather were kings; K. Hen. From Scotland am I stol'n, even of pure And you were sworn true subjects unto me: love,

And, tell me then, have you not broke your oaths ? 'To greet mine own land with my wishful sight.

1 Keep. No; No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine;

l'or we were subjects, but while you were king.
Thy place is fill'd, thy sceptre wrung from thee, K. Hen. Why, am I dead ? do I not breathe a man
Thy balm wash'd off, wherewith thou wast anointed : || Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear.
No bending knee will call thee Cæsar now,

Look, as I blow this feather from my face,
No humble suitors press to speak for right,

And as the air blows it to me again, No, not a man comes for redress of thee;

Obeying with my wind when I do blow, For how can I help them, and not myself?

And yielding to another when it blows,
1 Keep. Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee: Commanded always by the greater gust;
This is the quondam king ; let's seize upon him. Such is the lightness of you common men.

K. Hen. Let me embrace these sour adversities; But do not break your oaths; for, of that sin
For wise men say, it is the wisest course.

My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty. 2 Keep. Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him. Go where you will, the king shall be commanded; i Keep. Forbear a while; we'll hear a little more. And be you kings; command, and I'll obey.' K. Hen. My queen, and son, are gone to France for 1 Keep. We are true subjects to the king, king Ed. aid;

And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick K. Hen. So would you be again to Henry,
Is thither gone, to crave the French king's sister If he were seated as king Edward is.
To wife for Edward: If this news be true,

1 Keep. We charge you, in God's name, and in the Poor queen, and son, your labour is but lost ;

king's, For Warwick is a subtle orator,

To go with us unto the officers. And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words. K. Hen. In God's name, lead; your king's name be By this account, then, Margaret may win him ;

obey'd : For she's a woman to be pitied much:

And what God will then let your king perform;
Her sighs will make a battery in his breast ;

And what he will, i humbly yield unto.
Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;
The tiger will be mild, while she doth mourn;

SCENE II.-London. A Room in the Palace. Es And Nero will be tainted with remorse,

ter King Edward, Gloster, Clarence, and Lady Grego To hear, and see, her plaints, her brinish tears. K. Edw. Brother of Gloster, at Saint Albans' fickel Ay, but she's come to beg; Warwiek, to give; This lady's husband, sir John Grey, was slain, She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry;

His lands then seiz'd on by the conqueror : He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward.

Her suit is now, to repossess those lands; She weeps, and says-her Henry is depos'd;

Which we in justice cannot well deny, He smiles, and says-his Edward is installd; Because in quarrel of the house of York That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more: The worthy gentleman did lose his life. Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong, Glo. Your highness shall do well, to grant her suit; Inferreth arguments of mighty strength;

It were dishonour, to deny it her. And, in conclusion, wins the king from her,

K. Edw. It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause With promise of his sister, and what else,

Gla. Yea! is it so?

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I see, the lady hath a thing to grant,

K. Edw. Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense. Before the king will grant her humble suit.

What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get ? Cla. He knows the game; How true he keeps the L. Grey. My love till death, my humble thanks, my wind!

[Aside. prayers; Glo. Silence!

[ Aside. That love, which virtue begs, and virtue grants. K. Edw. Widow, we will consider of your suit; K. Edw. No, by my troth, I did not mean sheh love And come some other time, to know our mind.

L. Grey. Wby, then you mean not as I thought you L. Grey. Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay; did. May it please your highness to resolve me now; K. Edw. But oow yon partly may perceive my mind. And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me.

L. Grey. My mind will never grant what I perceive Glo. [Aside.] Ay, widow? then I'll warrant you all Your highness aims at, if I aim aright. your lands,

K. Edw. To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee. An if what pleases him, shall pleasure you.

L. Grey. To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison. Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow.

K. Edw. Why, then thou shalt not hare thy husCla. I fear her not, unless she chance to fall. [ Aside. band's lands. Gla. God forbid that! for he'll take vantages. [Aside. L.Grey. Why, then mine honesty shall be my dower ; K. Edw. How many children hast thou, widow ? tell For by that loss I will not purchase them. me.

K. Edw. Therein thou wrong'st thy children mighCla. I think, he means to beg a child of her. [Aside. tily. Glo. Nay, wbip me then; he'll rather give her two. L. Grey. Herein your highness wrongs both them

[Aside. and me. L. Grey. Three, my most gracious lord.

But, mighty lord, this merry inclination Glo. You shall have four, if you'll be ruld by him. Accords not with the sadness of my suit ;

[ Aside. || Please you dismiss me, either with ay, or no. K. Edw. 'Twere pity, they should lose their father's K. Edw. Ay; if thou wilt say Ay, to my request: land.

No; if thou dost say No, to my demand. L. Grey. Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then. L. Grey. Then, No, my lord. My suit is at an end. K. Edw. Lords, give us leave; I'll try this widow's Glo. The widow likes him not, she knits her brows. wit.

[Aside Gle. Ay, good leave have you; for you will have Cla. He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom. leave,

[Aside. Till youth take leave, and leave you to the crutch. K. Edw. [Aside.] Her looks do argue her replete

[Gloster and Clarence retire to the other side. with modesty;
K. Edw. Now tell me, madam, do you love your Her words do shew her wit incomparable ;

All her perfections challenge sovereignty:
L. Grey. Ay, full as dearly as I love myself. One way, or other, she is for a king ;
K. Edw. And would you not do much, to do them And she shall be my love, or else my queen

Say, that king Edward take thee for his queen? L. Grey. To do them good, I would sustain some L. Grey. 'Tis better said than done, my gracious harm.

lord : K. Edw. Then get your husband's lands, to do them I am a subject fit to jest withal, good.

But far unfit to be a sovereign. L. Grey. Therefore I came unto your majesty. K. Edw. Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee, K. Edw. I'll tell you how these lands are to be got. I speak no more than what my soul intends; L. Grey. So shall you bind me to your highness' || And that is, to enjoy thee for my love. service.

L. Grey. And that is more than I will yield unto : K. Edw. What service wilt thou do me, if I give || I know, I am too mean to be your queen ; them?

And yet too good to be your concubine. L. Grey, What you command, that rests in me to do.

K. Edw. You cavil, widow; I did mean, my queen: K. Edw. But you will take exceptions to my boon.

L. Grey. "Twill grieve your grace, my sons should L. Grey. No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.

call you-father. K. Edw. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask. E. Edw. No more, than when thy daughters call L. Grey. Why, then will I do what your grace com

thee mother. mands.

Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children ; Glo. He plies her hard; and much rain wears the | And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor, marble.

[ Aside. Have other some; why, 'tis a happy thing Cla. As red as fire! nay, then her wax must melt.

To be the father unto many sons.

[Aside. Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen. L. Grey. Why stops my lord ? shall I not hear my Glo. The ghostly father now hath done his slırift. task ?

[Aside. K. Edw. An easy task ; 'tis but to love a king. Cla. When he was made a shriver, 'twas for shift. L. Grey. That's soon performd, because I am a

[ Aside. subject.

K. Edw. Brothers, you muse what chat we two have K. Edw. Why then, thy husband's lands I freely had. give thee.

Glo. The widow likes it not, for she looks sad. L. Grey. I take my leave with many thousand K. Edw. You'd think it strange, if I should marry thanks.

her. Glo. The match is made; she seals it with a curt'sy. Cla. To whom, my lord? K. Edw. But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I mean. K. Ed.

Why, Clarence, to myself. L. Grey, The frujts of love I mean, my loving liege. Gle. That would be ten days' womler, at the least.

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Cla. That's a day longer than a wonder lasts. Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.
Glo. By so much is the wonder in extremes. Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile ;

K. Edw. Well, jest on, brothers : I can tell you both, | And cry, content, to that which grieves my heart ;
Her suit is granted for her husband's lands.

And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
Enter a Nobleman.

And frame my face to all occasions.
Nob. My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken, I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;
And brought your prisoner to your palace gate. I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk;

K. Edw. See, that he be convey'd unto the Tower: I'll play the orator as well as Nestor,
-And go we, brothers, to the man that took him, Deceive more slily than Ulysses could,
To question of his apprehension.-

And, like a Sinon, take another Troy : Widow, go you along ;-Lords, use her honourable. I can add colours to the cameleon; [Exeunt King Edwar, Lady Grey, Clarence, change shapes, with Proteus, for advantages,

and Lord. And set the murderous Machiavel to school. Glo. Ay, Edward will use women honourably. Can I do this, and cannot get a crown? 'Would he were wasted, marrow, bones, and all, Tut! were it further off, I'll pluck it down. [Erit. That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring, To cross me from the golden time I look for!

SCENE III.- France. A Room in the Palace. And yet, between my soul's desire, and me

Flourish. Enter Lewis the French King, and Lt (The lustful Edward's title buried.)

dy Bona, attended; the King takes his State. Then Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward,

enter Queen Margaret, Prince Edward her son, and

the Earl of Oxford. And all the unlook'd-for issue of their bodies, To take their rooms, ere I can place myself :

K. Lew. Fair queen of England, worthy Margaret, A cold premeditation for my purpose !

Sit down with us; it ill befits thy state, (Rising. Why, then I do but dream on sovereignty:

And birth, that thou shouldst stand, while Lewis doth Like one that stands upon a promontory,

sit. And spies a far-off shore where he would tread, l. Mar. No, mighty king of France; now Margart Wishing his foot were equal with his eye;

Must strike her sail, and learn a while to serve, And chides the sea that sunders him from thence, Where kings command. I was, I must confess, Saying-he'll lade it dry to have his way:

Great Albion's queen in former golden days: So do I wish the crown, being so far off;

But now mischance hath trod my title down, And so I chide the means that keep me from it; And with dishonour laid me on the ground; And so I say,-I'll cut the causes off,

Where I must take like seat unto my fortune, Flattering me with impossibilities.

And to my humble seat conform myself. My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much, K. Lew. Why, say, fair queen, whenee springs this Unless my hand and strength could equal them.

deep despair? Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard ; Q. Mar. From such a cause as fills inine eyes with What other pleasure can the world afford ?

tears, I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,

And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares. And deck my body in gay ornaments,

K. Low. Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself,
And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks. And sit thee by our side: yield not thy neck
O miserable thought ! and more unlikely,

[Seats huer by him. Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns!

To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb: Still ride in triumph over all mischance. And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,

Be plain, queen Margaret, and well thy grief ; She did corrupt frail nature with some ribe

It shall be easd, if France can yield relief. To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub;

Q. Mar. Those gracious words revive my drooping To make an envious mountain on my back,

thoughts, Where sits deformity to mock my body;

And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak. To shape my legs of an unequal size ;

Now, therefore, be it known to noble LewisTo disproportion me in every part,

That Henry, sole possessor of my love, Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp,

Is, of a king, become a banish'd man, That carries no impression like the dam.

And fore'd to live in Scotland a forlorn ; And am I then a man to be belov'd ?

While proud ambitious Edward, duke of York, 0, monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought! Usurps the regal title, and the seat Then, since this earth affords no joy to me,

of England's true-anointed lawful king. But to command, to check, to o'erbear such

This is the cause, that 1, poor Margaret,-
As are of better person than myself,

With this my son, prince Edward, Henry's heir.-
I'll make my heaven-to dream upon the crown; Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid;
And, whiles I live, to account this world but bell, And, if thou fail us, all our hope is done :
Until my misshap'd trunk, that bears this head, Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help;
Be round impaled with a glorious crown.

Our people and our peers are both mislel,
And yet I know not how to get the crown,

Our treasure seiz'd, our soldiers put to flight, For many lives stand between me and hone: And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight. And I,-like one lost in a thorny wood,

K. Lew. Renowned queen, with patience calm the That runts the thorns, and is rent with the thorns ;

storm, Soeking a way, and straying from the way; While we bethink a means to break it off. Not knowing how to find the open air,

Q. Mar. The inore we stay, the stronger grows OUT But toiling desperately to find it out,

foc. Torment myself to catch the English crown:

K. Lew. The more I stay, the more I'll succour thes. And from that torment I will five myself,

Q. Mar. O, but impatience waiteth on uue sorrow

And see, where comes the breeder of my sorrow. Oxf. Call him my king, by whose injurious doom

My elder brother, the lord Aubrey Vere,
Enter Warwick, attended.

Was done to death ? and more than so, my father, K. Lew. What's he, approacheth boldly to our pres

Even in the downfall of his mellow'd years, ence?

When nature brought him to the door of death? l. Mar. Our earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest | No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm, friend.

This arm upholds the house of Lancaster, K. Leit. Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings

War. And I the house of York. thee to France?

K. Lew. Queen Margaret, prince Edward, and Ox[Descending from his state. Queen Margaret


rises. Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside, Q. Mar. Ay, now begins a second storm to rise ; While I use further conference with Warwick. For this is he, that moves both wind and ride.

Q. Mar. Heaven grant, that Warwick's words beWar. From worthy Edward, king of Albion,

witch him not! My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend,

[Retiring with the Prince and Oxford. I come,--in kindness, and unfeigned love,

K. Lew. Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conFirst, to do greetings to thy royal person;

seience, And, then, o crave a league of amity;

Is Edward your true king? for I were loath And, lastly to confirm that amity

To link with him that were not lawful chosen. With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant

War. Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour. 'That virtuous lady Bona, thy fair sister,

K. Lew. But is he gracious in the people's eye? To England's king in lawful marriage.

War. The more, that Henry was unfortunate. Q. Mar. If that go forward, Henry's hope is done.

K. Lew. Then further,--all dissembling set aside, War. And gracious madam, [To Bona.] in our Tell me for truth the measure of his love king's behalf,

Unto our sister Bona. I am comnianded, with your leave and favour,


Such it seems, Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue As may beseem a monarch like himself. To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart

Myself bave often heard him say, and swear,-
Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears,

That this his love was an eternal plant ;
Hath plac'd thy beauty's image, and thy virtue. Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground,
Q. Mar. King Lewis, –and lady Bona,-hear me

The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun ; speak,

Exempt from envy, but not from disdain, Before you answer Warwick. His demand

Unless the lady Bona quit his pain. Springs not from Edward's well

meant honest love, K. Lew. Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve. But from deceit, bred by necessity;

Bona. Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine:For how can tyrants safely govern home,

Yet I confess, (To War.] that often ere this day, Unless abroad they purchase great alliance ?

When I have heard your king's desert recounted, To prove him tyrant, this reason may suffice, Mine ear hath tempted judgement to desire. That Henry liveth still: but were he dead,

K. Lew. Then, Warwick, thus, -Our sister shall be Yet here prince Edward stands, king Henry's son.

Edward's ; Look therefore, Lewis, that by this league and mar- And now furthwith shall articles be drawn riage

Touching the jointure that your king must make, Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour: Which with her dowry shall be counterpois d :For though usurpers sway the rule awhile,

Draw near, queen Margaret ; and be a witness, Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs. That Bona shall be wife to the English king. War. Injurious Margaret !

Prince. To Edward, but not to the English king, Prince.

And why not queen? Q. Mar. Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device War. Because thy father Henry did usurp; By this alliance to make void my suit ; And thou no more art prince, than she is queen. Before thy coming, Lewis was Henry's friend.

Oxf. Then Warwick disannuis great John of Gaunt, K. Lew. And still is friend to him and Margaret : Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain; But if your title to the crown be weak, – And, after Jolin of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth, As may appear by Edward's good success, Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest;

Then 'tis but reason, that I be releas'd And, after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth, From giving aid, which late I promised. Who by his prowess conquered all Françe:

Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand, From these our Henry lineally descends.

That your estate requires, and mine can yield. War. Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse, War. Henry now lives in Scotland, at his ease; You told not, bow Henry the Sixth hath lust

Where having nothing, nothing he can lose. All that which Henry the Fifth had gotten?

And as for you yourself, our quondam queen,Methinks, these peers of France should smile at that. You have a father able to maintain you ; But for the rest - You tell a pedigree

And better 'twere, you troubled himn than France. of threescore and two years; a silly time

2. Mar. Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, To make prescription for a kingdom's worth.

peace; Qaf. Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy Proud setter-up and puller-down of kings ; liege,

I will not hence, till with my talk and tears. Whom thou obeyed'st thirty and six years,

Both full of truth, I make king Lewis behold, And not bewray thy treason with a blush?

Thy sly conveyance, and thy lord's false love; War. Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right, For both of you are birds of self-same feather. Now buckler falschool with a pedigree?

(A horn sounded withili For shame, leave Henry, and call Edward king. K. Lew. Warwick, this is some pusi lv us, or thee.

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