I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona, Queen. Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate to And I forgive and quite forget old faults, [love, And joy that thou becom'ft King Henry's friend. War. So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend,. And force the tyrant from his feat by war. Queen. Renowned prince, how fhall poor Henry live, Unless thou rescue him from foul despair? Bona. My quarrel, and this English Queen's, are one. War. And mine, fair Lady Bona, joins with your's. K. Lew. And mine with her's, and thine, and Mar- Therefore at laft I firmly am refolv'd [garet's.. You fhall have aid.. Queen. Let me give humble thanks for all at once. K. Lew. Then, England's meffenger, return in post, And tell falfe Edward, thy fuppofed King, 7 That Lewis of France is fending over makers, 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 do 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 seas, and bid false Edward battle: : " Yet ere thou go, but answer me one doubt: agree, 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, A [He gives his band to Warwick. K. Lewis. Why ftay we now? these foldiers fhall be And thou, Lord Bourbon, our High Admiral, [levy'd, Shalt waft them over with our royal fleet. I long till Edward fall by war's mischance, For mocking marriage with a Dame of France. [Exeunt. Manet Warwick. War. I came from Edward as Ambaffador, Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me, Had he none else to make a ftale but me? But feek revenge on Edward's mockery. ACT IV. SCENE I. The Palace in England. [Exit. Enter Gloucester, Clarence, Somerfet, and Montague. Glo. Now TOW 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 ftand on one fide, and four on the other. Glo. And his well chofen bride. Clar. I mind to tell him plainly what I think. K. Edw. Now, brother Clarence, how like you our That you ftand penfive, as half-malecontent? [choice, Clar. As well as Lewis of France, or th' Earl of Warwick, Which are fo weak of courage, and in judgment, K. Edw. Suppose they take offence without a cause. They are but Lewis and Warwick, and 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 wish Them fevered whom God hath join'd together : Pity to funder them that yoke to well. K. Edw. Setting your fcorns and your mislike aside, Tell me fome reason, why the Lady Gray Should not become my wife, and England's Queen ? And you too, Somerset 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 apBy fuch invention as I can devise ? [peas'd, Mont. Yet to have join'd with France in fuch alliance, Would more have strengthen'd this our commonwealth, 'Gainst foreign ftorms, than any home-bred marriage. Haft. Why, knows not Montague, that of itself England is fafe, if true within itself? Mont. Yes; but the fafer when 'tis back'd with France. Haft. 'Tis better ufing France, than trusting France. Let us be back'd with God, and with the feas, Which he hath given for fence impregnable, And with their helps alone defend ourselves: In them, and in ourselves, our fafety lies. Clar. For this one fpeech, Lord Haftings well deferves To have the heir of the Lord Hungerford.. K. Ed. Ay, what of that? it was my will and grant, And for this once my will fhall ftand for law. [well: Glo. And yet methinks your Grace hath not done She better would have fitted me, or Clarence; Clar. Or elfe you would not have bestow'd the heir And to that end I fhortly mind to leave you. K. Ed. Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be King, And not be ty'd unto his brother's will. Queen. My Lords, before it pleas'd his Majefty. Do me but right, and you must all confefs And meaner than myself have had like fortune. So your diflikes, to whom I would be pleasing, Do cloud my joys with danger and with forrow. K. Edw. My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns. What danger or what forrow can befal thee, So long as Edward is thy conftant friend, And their true Sovereign, whom they must obey ?? Glo. I hear, yet fay not much, but think the more, - SCENE II, Enter a Poft. K. Edw. Now, Meffenger, what letters or what news from France ? Poft. My Sovereign Liege, no letters, and few words; But fuch as I (without your special pardon) Dare not relate. K. Edw. Go to, we pardon thee. So tell their words as near as thou canft guess them. K. Edw. Is Lewis fo brave? belike he thinks me But what faid Lady Bona to my marriage? [Henry. Poft. These were her words, utter'd with mild difdain: Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly, I'll wear the willow garland for his fake. K. Edw. I blame, not her, the could fay little lefs; She had the wrong. But what faid Henry's Queen? For fo I heard that fhe was there in place. Poft. Tell him, (quoth fhe), my mourning-weeds are And I am ready to put armour on. [done, K. Edw. Belike fhe means to play the Amazon. But what faid Warwick to thefe injuries? Poft. He, more incens'd against your Majesty Than all the reft, difcharg'd me with thefe words: Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong; And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long... K. Edw. Ha! durft the traitor breathe out fo proud Well, I will arm me, being thus forewarn'd. [words? They thall have wars, and pay for their prefumption. But fay, is Warwick friends with Margaret? Poft. Ay, gracious Sov'reign, they're fo link'd in That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter. |