K. Lew. And still is friend to him and Margaret; But if your title to the crown be weak, As may appear by Edward's good fuccefs; Then 'tis but reason, that I be releas'd From giving aid, which late I promised. Yet fhall you have all kindness at my hand, That your eftate requires, and mine can yield. War. Henry now lives in Scotland at his eafe, Where having nothing, nothing can he lofe." And as for you yourfelf, our quondam Queen, You have a father able to maintain you: And better 'twere, you troubled him than France. Queen. Peace, impudent and fhameless Warwick, peace!' Proud fetter-up and puller down of Kings! I will not hence, till with my talk and tears (Both full of truth) I make King Lewis behold Thy fly conveyance, and thy Lord's falfe love:

[Poft, blowing a born within.

For both of you are birds of felf-fame feather.
K. Lew. Warwick, this is fome poft to us, or thee.
Enter a Poft.

Poft. My Lord Ambaffador, thefe letters are for you;
[To Warwick.
Sent from your brother, Marquis Montague.
Thefe from our King unto your Majefty. [To K. Lew..
And, Madam, these for you; from whom I know not.
[To the Queen. They all read their letters.
Oxf. I like it well, that our fair Queen and miftrefs-
Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his.
Prince. Nay, mark, how Lewis ftamps as he were nettled..
I hope, all's for the best.
[Queen?
K. Lew. Warwick, what are thy news? and yours, fair
Queen. Mine fuch, as fills my heart with unhop'd joys.
War. Mine full of forrow and heart's difcontent.
K. Lew. What! has your King marry'd the Lady Gray
And now, to footh your forgery and his,
Sends me a paper to perfuade me patience?
Is this th' alliance, that he feeks with France?
Dare he prefume to scorn us in this manner.?

Queen..

Queen. I told your Majefty as much before;
This proveth Edward's love and Warwick's honesty.
War. King Lervis, I here proteft in fight of heav'n,
And by the hope I have of heav'nly blifs,

That I am clear from this mifdeed of Edward's:
No more my King; for he dishonours me,
But most himself, if he could fee his shame..
Did I forget, that by the houfe of York
My father came untimely to his death?
Did I let pats th' abufe done to my niece?
Did I impale him with the regal crown?
Did I put Henry from his native right?
And am I guerdon'd at the laft with fhame?
Shame on himfelf, for my defert is honour!
And to repair my honour loft for him,
I here renounce him, and return to Henry.
My noble Queen, let former grudges pafs,
And henceforth, I am thy true fervitor:
I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona,
And replant Henry in his former ftate.

Queen. Warwick, thefe words have turn'd my hate to love,, And I forgive and quite forget old faults;

And joy, that thou becom'ft King Henry's friend.

War. So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend, That if King Leavis vouchsafe to furnish us With fome few bands of chofen foldiers, I'll undertake to land them on our coaft, And force the tyrant from his feat by war. 'Tis not his new-made bride fhall fuccour him And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me, He's very likely now to fall from him,

For matching more for wanton luft than honour,

Or than for ftrength and safety of our country.

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Bona. Dear brother, how fhall Bona be reveng'd,

But by thy help to this diftreffed Queen ?

Queen. Renowned Prince, how fhall poor Henry live, Unless thou refcue him from foul defpair?

Bona. My quarrel, and this English Queen's, are one. War. And mine, fair Lady Bona, joins with yours. K. Lew. And mine withhers, and thine, and Margaret's.

Therefore

Therefore at laft I firmly am resolv'd

You fhall have aid.

Queen. Let me give humble thanks for all at once. K. Lew. Then, England's meffenger, return in poft, And tell falfe Edward, thy fuppofed King,

That Lewis of France is fending over mafkers,
To revel it with him and his new bride,

Thou feeft what's paft, go fear thy King withal.
Bona. Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower fhortly,
Iwear the willow garland for his fake.

Queen. Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid afide; And I am ready to put armour on.

War. Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong; And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long. There's thy reward, be gone..

K. Lew. But Warwick,

[Exit Poft..

Thyfelf and Oxford with five thousand men
Shall cross the feas, and bid falfe Edward battle:
And as occafion ferves, this noble Queen
And Prince shall follow with a fresh supply.
Yet ere thou go, but answer me one doubt
What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty?

War. This fhall affure my conftant loyalty,
That if our Queen and this young Prince agree,.
I'll join my younger daughter and my joy (17)
To him forthwith, in holy wedlock bands.

Queen. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion. Son Edward, fhe is fair and virtuous;

Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick,

(17) I'll join my eldest daughter, and my joy,

To bim forthwith,-] Surely, this is a mistake of the copyifts. Hall, in the 9th year of K. Eduard IV. fays, Edward, Prince of Wales, wedded Anne SECOND daughter to the Earl of Warwick And the Duke of Clarence was in love with the ELDER, the Lady Isabel; and in reality was married to her five years before Prince Edward took. the Lady Anne to wife.

And in K. Richard 38, Gloucester, who married this Lady Anne when a widow, fays,

For then I'll marry Warwick's YOUNGEST daughter.
What tho' I kill'd her husband and her father?

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e. Prince Edward, and K. Henry VI, her father in law. See likewife Holing head in his chronicle; p. 671 and 67al À

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And with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable,
That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine.
Prince. Yes, I accept her, for the well deferves it
And here to pledge my vow, I give my hand.

[He gives his hand to Warwick. K. Lew. Why ftay we now? thefe foldiers fhall be levy'd, And thou, Lord Bourbon, our high Admiral, Shalt waft them over with our royal fleet. long, till Edward fall by war's mifchance, For mocking marriage with a dame of France.

[Exeunt. Manet Warwick..

War. I came from Edward as ambaffador,
But I return his fworn and mortal fɔe:
Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me,
But dreadful war fhall anfwer his demand..

Had he none elfe to make a ftale, but me?
Then none but I fhall turn his jeft to forrow.
I was the chief that rais'd him to the crown,
And I'll be chief to bring him down again
Not that I pity Henry's mifery,

But feek revenge on Edward's mockery.

[Exit

Enter Gloucester, Clarence, Somerfet and Montague.

NOW

GLOUCESTER.

OW tell me, brother Clarence, what think you.
Of this new marriage with the Lady Gray?

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, Lady Gray as Queen, Pembroke, Stafford, and Haftings: Four fand or one fide, and four on the other.

Glo. And his well chofen bride.

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Clar. I mind to tell him plainly what I think. K.Edw. Now, brother Clarence, how like you our choice, That you ftand penfive, as half malecontent?

Clar. As well as Lewis of France, or th 'Earl of Warwick, Which are fo weak of courage, and in judgment, That they'll take no offence at our abuse.

K. Edw. Suppofe, they take offence without a caufe: They are but Lewis and Warwick, I am Edward, Your King and Warwick's, and must have my will. Glo. And you fhall have your will, because our King.. Yet hafty marriage feldom proveth well.

K. Edw. Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too? Glo. Not I; no: God forbid, that I fhould with Them fevered whom God hath join'd together; Pity, to funder them, that yoke fo well.

K. Edw. Setting your fcorns and your mislike afide, Tell me some reason, why the Lady Gray

Should not become my wife, and England's Queen? And you too, Somerfet and Montague,

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 fuch invention as I can devife?

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Mant. Yet to have join'd with France in fuch alliance, Would e have ftrengthen'd this our commonwealth 'Gainst foreign, ftorms, than any home-bred marriage.. Haft. Why, knows not Montague, that of itfelf England is fafe, if true within itself?

Mont. Yes; but the fafer, when 'tis back'd with France. Haft. 'Tis better using France, than trusting France.

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