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• Till youth take leave, and leave you to the crutch. [Gloster and CLARENCE retire to the other
side. * K. Edw. Now tell me, madain, do you
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 be
got. * L. Grey. So shall you bind me to your highness'
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.
L. Grey. Why stops my lord ? shall I not hear
K. Edw. An easy task; 'tis but to love a king.
subject. K. Edw. Why then, thy husband's lands I freely
L. Grey. I take my leave with many thousand
thanks. Glo. The match is made; she seals it with a curt'sy. K. Edw. But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I
* 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 my
mind. * L. Grey. My mind will never grant what I per
ceive * Your highness aims at, if I aim aright.
K. Euw. 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 hus
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
dismiss me, either with ay, or no.
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.
[Aside. * K. Edw. [Aside.] Her looks do argue her replete
thee, I speak no more than what my soul intends ;
8 The seriousness.
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. 'Twill grieve your grace, my sons should
call you— father. K. Edw. No more, than when thy 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, 'tis 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, 'twas 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 marry
her. Clar. To whom, my lord? K. Edw.
Why, Clarence, to myself. Glo. That would be ten days' wonder, at the least. Clar. That's a day longer than a wonder lasts.
Glo. By so much is the wonder in extremes. K. Edw. Well, jest on, brothers : I can tell you
both, 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 convey'd 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, Cla
RENCE, 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 ! between my
soul's desire, and me, (The lustful Edward's title buried,) Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward, And all the unlook'd-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 on sove
overeignty; * Like one that stands upon a promontory, * And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,
Wishing his foot were equal with his eye; * And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,
Saying—he'll lade it dry to have his way: * So do I wish the crown, being so far off ; * And so I chide the means that keep me from it; * And so I say—I'll cut the causes off,
Flattering me with impossibilities.* My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much, * Unless my hand and strength could equal them.