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Ay, but she's come to beg; Warwick to give: And yielding to another when it blows,
1st Keep. We are true subjects to the King, And in conclusion wins the King from her,
King Edward. With promise of his sister, and what else,
K. Hen. So would you be again to Henry, To strengthen and support King Edward's place. If he were seated as King Edward is. O Margaret, thus 't will be; and thou, poor soul, 1st Keep. We charge you, in God's name and Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn.
in the King's, 2nd Keep. Say what art thou that talk'st of | To go with us unto the officers. kings and queens?
K. Hen. In God's name, lead; your King's K. Hen. More than I seem, and less than I
name be obeyed : was born to.
And what God will, that let your King perform; A man at least; for less I should not be: And what He will I humbly yield unto. [Exeunt. 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 | Scene II.—London. A Room in the Palace.
enough. 2nd Keep. But if thou be a king, where is thy !
Enter King Edward, GLOSTER, CLARENCE, and crown?
Lady GREY. K. Hen. My crown is in my heart, not on my K. Edw. Brother of Gloster, at Saint Alban's head;
field Not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, This lady's husband, Sir John Grey, was slain ; Nor to be seen. My crown is called content: His lands then seized on by the conqueror. A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
Her suit is now to repossess those lands : 2nd Keep. Well, if you be a king crowned
Which we in justice cannot well deny, with content,
Because in quarrel of the house of York Your crown content and you must be contented The worthy gentleman did lose his life. To go along with us : for, as we think,
Glo. Your highness shall do well to grant her You are the king King Edward hath deposed :
suit: And we his subjects, sworn in all allegiance, It were dishonour to deny it her. Will apprehend you as his enemy.
K. Edw. It were no less: but yet I'll make a K. Hen. But did you never swear and break
pause. an oath?
Glo. Yea, is it so ? [Aside to CLARENCE. 2nd Keep. No, never such an oath ; nor will I see the lady hath a thing to grant not now.
Before the King will grant her humble suit. K. Hen. Where did you dwell when I was Clar. He knows the game : how true he keeps King of England ?
the wind !
[Aside. 2nd Keep. Here in this country where we
Aside. now remain.
K. Edw. Widow, we will consider of your suit: K. Hen. I was anointed king at nine months old; And come some other time to know our mind. My father and my grandfather were kings; L. Grey. Right gracious lord, I cannot brook And you were sworn true subjects unto me:
delay: And tell me, then, have you not broke your oaths ? May it please your highness to resolve me now; Ist Keep. No:
And what your pleasure is shall satisfy me. For we were subjects but while you were king. Glo. Ay, widow? then I'll warrant you all K. Hen. Why, am I dead ? do I not breathe
your lands, a man?
An if what pleases him shall pleasure you. Ah simple men, you know not what you swear. Fight closer, or good faith you 'll catch a blow. Look, as I blow this feather from my face,
[Asid.. and as the air blows it to me again,
Clar. I fear her not, unless she chance to fall. Obeying with my wind when I do blow,
[Aside. Glo. God forbid that, for he 'll take vantages. L. Grey. I take my leave with many thou
sand thanks. K. Edw. How many children hast thou, Glo. The match is made; she seals it with a widow? tell me.
curt'sy. Clar. I think he means to beg a child of her. K. Edw. But stay thee ; 't is the fruits of love
I mean. Glo. Nay, whip me then : he'll rather give L. Grey. The fruits of love I mean, my loving her two.
liege. L. Grey. Three, my most gracious lord.
K. Edw. Ay, but I fear me in another sense. Glo. You shall have four, if you 'll be ruled What love think'st thou I sue so much to get? by him.
L. Grey. My love till death, my humble thanks, K. Edw. 'T were pity they should lose their
my prayers : father's land.
That love which virtue begs and virtue grants. L.Grey. Be pitiful, dread lord, and grantit then. K. Edw. No, by my troth, I did not mean K. Edw. Lords, give us leave: I'll try this
such love. widow's wit.
L. Grey. Why then you mean not as I thought Glo. Ay, good leave have you; for you will
you did. have leave
K. Edw. But now you partly may perceive Till youth take leave, and leave you to the crutch.
my mind. (Gloster and CLARENCE retire to the other side. L. Grey. My mind will never grant what I K. Edw. Now tell me inadam, do you love
perceive your children?
Your highness aims at, if I aim aright. L. Grey. Ay, full as dearly as I love myself. K. Edw. To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with K. Edw. And would you not do much to do
thee. them good ?
L. Grey. To tell you plain, I had rather lie in L. Grey. To do them good I would sustain
prison. some harm.
K. Edw. Why, then thou shalt not have the K. Edw. Then get your husband's lands to do
husband's lands. them good.
L. Grey. Why, then mine honesty shall be my L. Grey. Therefore I came unto your majesty. K. Edw. I'll tell you how these lands are to For by that loss I will not purchase them. be got.
K. Edw. Therein thou wrong'st thy children L. Grey. So shall you bind me to your high
mightily. ness' service.
L.Grey. Herein your highness wrongs both K. Edw. What service wilt thou do me, if I
them and me. give them?
But, mighty lord, this merry inclination L. Grey. What you command, that rests in Accords not with the sadness of my suit : me to do.
Please you dismiss me, either with ay or no. K. Edw. But you will take exceptions to my K. Edw. Ay, if thou wilt say ay to my request : boon.
No, if thou dost say no to my demand. L. Grey. No gracious lord, except I cannot L.Grey. Then no, my lord. My suit is at an end. do it.
Glo. The widow likes him not; she knits her K. Edw. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean
[Aside to ask.
Clar. He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom. L. Grey. Why, then I will do what your grace commands.
K. Edw. Her looks do argue her replete with Glo. He plies her hard; and much rain
modesty, wears the marble.
Aside. Her words do shew her wit incomparable ; Clar. As red as fire! nay, then her wax must All her perfections challenge sovereignty; melt.
[Aside. One way or other the is for a king, L. Grey. Why stops my lord ? shall I not hear And she shall be my love, or else my queen.
my task? K. Edw. An easy task : 't is but to love a king. | Say that King Edward take thee for his queen L. Grey. That's soon performed, because I am L. Grey. 'T is better said than done, my grå a subject.
cious lord: K. Edw. Why then, thy husband's lands I | I am a subject fit to jest withal, freely give thee.
But far unfit to be a sovereign.
K. Edw. Sweet widow, by my state I swear | Like one that stands upon a promontory, to thee
And spies a far-off shore where he would tread, I speak no more than what my soul intends : Wishing his foot were equal with his eye, And that is, to enjoy thee for my love.
And chides the sea that sunders him from thence, L. Grey. And that is more than I will yield unto: | Saying he 'll lade it dry to have his way : I know I am too mean to be your queen,
So do I wish the crown, being so far off; And yet too good to be your concubine.
And so I chide the means that keep me from it, K. Edw. You cavil, widow: I did mean my And so I say I'll cut the causes off; queen.
Flattering me with impossibilities.L. Grey. 'T will grieve your grace my sons My eye 's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much; should call you father.
Unless my hand and strength could equal them. K. Edw. No more than when my daughters Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard : call thee mother.
What other pleasure can the world afford ? Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children; I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap, And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor, And deck my body in gay ornaments, Have other some : why, 't is a happy thing And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks. To be the father unto many sons.
O miserable thought! and more unlikely Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen. Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns. Glo. The ghostly father now hath done his shrift. Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb :
[Aside. And, for I should not deal in her soft laws, Clar. When he was made a shriver 't was for She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe shift.
Aside. To shrink mine arm up like a withered shrub; K. Edw. Brothers, you muse what chat we To make an envious mountain on my back, two have had.
Where sits deformity to mock my body;
Like to a chaos, or an unlicked bear-whelp, Clar. To whom, my lord ?
That carries no impression like the dam. K. Edw. Why, Clarence, to myself.
And am I, then, a man to be beloved ? Glo. That would be ten days'wonder at the least. O monstrous fault to harbour such a thought! Clar That's a day longer than a wonder lasts. Then, since this earth affords no joy to me Glo. By so much is the wonder in extremes. But to command, to check, to o'erbear such K. Edw. Well, jest on, brothers : I can tell As are of better person than inyself, you both,
I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown; Her suit is granted for her husband's lands. And whiles I live to account this world but hell,
Until my mis-shaped trunk that bears this head Enter a Nobleman.
Be round impaléd with a glorious crown. Nob. My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken, And yet I know not how to get the crown, And brought your prisoner to your palace gate. For many lives stand between me and home: K. Edw. See that he be conveyed unto the And I,-like one lost in a thorny wood, Tower:
That rents the thorns, and is rent with the thorns, And go we, brothers, to the man that took him. Seeking a way, and straying from the way; To question of his apprehension.
Not knowing how to find the open air, Widow, go you along.-Lords, use her honourable. But toiling desperately to find it out,
(Exeunt KING EDWARD, LADY GREY, Torment myself to catch the English crown: CLARENCE, and LORD.
And from that torment I will free myself, Glo. Ay, Edward will use women honourably. Or hew my way out with a bloody axe. • Would he were wasted marrow, bones, and all, Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile; That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring, And cry "content" to that which grieves my To cross me from the golden time I look for!
heart; And yet between my soul's desire and me And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, (The lustful Edward's title buried)
And frame my face to all occasions. 13 Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward, I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall And all the unlooked-for issue of their bodies, I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk; To take their rooms ere I can place myself : I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, A cold premeditation for my purpose !
| Deceive more slyly than Ulysses could. Why, then, I do but dream of sovereignty. | And, like a Sinon, take another Troy:
I can add colours to the cameleon ;
Must strike her sail, and learn a while to
serve, Where kings command. I was, I must con
Great Albion's Queen in former golden days:
this deep despair?
with tears, | And stops my tongue, while heart is drowned in
cares. | K. Lew. Whate'er it be, be thou still like
thyself, And sit thee by our side: yield not thy neck
[Seats her by him. To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance.
Flourish. Enter Lewis, the French King, and
LADY Bona, attended; the King takes his
[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: Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears,
love, Is of a King, become a banished man,
But from deceit, bred by necessity : And forced to live in Scotland a forlorn :
For how can tyrants safely govern home, While proud ambitious Edward, Duke of York, Unless abroad they purchase great alliance? Usurps the regal title, and the seat
To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice Of England's true-anointed lawful King.
That Henry liveth still : but were he dead, This is the cause that I, poor Margaret,
Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry's son. With this my son Prince Edward, Henry's heir, | Look therefore, Lewis, that by this league and Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid :
marriage And if thou fail us, all our hope is done.
Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour : Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help ; For though usurpers sway the rule awhile, Our people and our peers are both misled; Yet Heavens are just, and time suppresseth Our treasures seized, our soldiers put to flight,
wrongs. And, as thou see'st, ourselves in heavy plight. War. Injurious Margaret! K. Lew. Renownéd Queen, with patience calm Prince. And why not Queen ? the storm,
War. Because thy father Henry did usurp; While we bethink a means to break it off. And thou no more art Prince than she is Queen. Q. Mar. The more we stay, the stronger Oxf. Then Warwick disannuls great John of grows our foe.
Gaunt, K. Lew. The more I stay, the more I 'll Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain : succour thee.
And after John of Gaunt, Henry the fourth, Q. Mar. O but impatience waiteth on true Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest: sorrow :
And after that wise prince, Henry the fifth, And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow. Who by his prowess conqueréd all France.
From these our Henry lineally descends.
War. Oxford, how haps it in this smooth disK. Lew. What 's he approacheth boldly to
course our presence?
You told not how Henry the sixth hath lost Q. Mar. Our Earl of Warwick, Edward's All that which Henry the fifth had gotten? greatest friend.
Methinks these peers of France should smile at K. Lew. Welcome, brave Warwick : what
But for the rest, you tell a pedigree
To make prescription for a kingdom's worth.
thy liege, War. From worthy Edward, King of Albion, Whom thou obey'dst thirty-and-six years, My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend, And not bewray thy treason with a blush ? I come, in kindness and unfeignéd love,
War. Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right, First to do greetings to thy royal person, Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree? And then to crave a league of amity ;
For shame, leave Henry and call Edward, King. And lastly, to confirm that amity
Oxf. Call him my King by whose injurious doom With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant My elder brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere, That virtuous lady, Bona, thy fair sister,
Was done to death! and more than so, my father, To England's King in lawful marriage.
Even in the downfal of his mellowed years, Q.Mar. If that go forward, Henry's hope is done. When nature brought him to the door of death! War. And, gracious madam (to Bona], in No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm, our King's behalf,
This arm upholds the house of Lancaster. I am commanded, with your leave and favour, War. And I the house of York. Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue K. Lew. Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart;