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No bending knee will call thee Cæsar now, K. Hen. I was anointed king at nine months No humble suitors press to speak for right,
old; No, not a man comes for redress of thee; My father, and my grandfather, were kings; For how can I help them, and not myself? And you were sworn true subjects unto me: 1 Keep. Ay, here's a 'deer whose skin's a And tell me, then, have you not broke your keeper's fee:
oaths ? This is the quondam king; let's seize upon him. 1 Keep. No; K. Hen. Let me embrace these our adversi- For we were subjects, but while you were king.
K. Hen. Why, am í dead? Do I not breathe For wise men say, it is the wisest course.
a man? 2 Keep. Why linger we? Let us lay hands Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear
Look, as I blow this feather from my face, 1 Keep. Forbear awhile; we'll hear a little And as the air blows it to me again,
Obeying with my wind when I do blow, K. Hen. My queen, and son, are gone to And yielding to another when it blows, France for aid;
Commanded always by the greater gust; And, as I hear, the great commanding War- Such is the lightness of you common men. wick
(sister But do not break your oaths; for, of that sin Is thither gone, to crave the French king's My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty. To wife for Edward: if this news be true, Go where you will, the king shall be comPoor queen, and son, your labour is but lost;
manded; For Warwick is a subtle orator, [words. And be you kings; command, and l'll obey. And Lewis a prince soon won with moving 1 Keep. We are true subjects to the king, By this account, then Margaret may win him; king Edward. For she's a woman to be pitied much:
K. Hen. So would you be again to Henry, Her sighs will make a battery in his breast; If he were seated as king Edward is. Her tears will pierce into a marble heart; 1 Keep. We charge you, in God's name, and The tiger will be mild, while she doth mourn; in the king's, And Nero will be tainted with remorse,
To go with us unto the officers. To hear, and see, her plaints, her brinish tears. K. Hen. In God's name, lead; your king's Ay, but she's come to beg; Warwick, to give:
name be obey'd:
[form; She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry; And what God will, then let your king perHe, on his right, asking a wife for Edward. And what he will, l'humbly yield unto. She weeps and says-her Henry is deposed;
(Exeunt. He smiles, and says-his Edward is install'd; 'That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no SCENE II.-London.-A Room in the Palace. more:
twrong, Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, CLARENCE, Inferreth arguments of mighty strength;
und Lady Grey. And, in conclusion, wins the king from her, With promise of his sister, and what else, K. Edw. Brother of Gloster, at Saint AlTo strengthen and support king Edward's
bans' field place.
[soul, The lady's husband, Sir Jobn Grey, was slain; O Margaret, thus 'twill be; and thou, poor His lands then seized on by the conqueror : Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn. Her suit is now to repossess those lands; 2 Keep. Say, what art thou, that talk'st of which we in justice cannot well deny, kings and queens?
Because in quarrel of the house of York K. Aen. More than I seem, and less than I The worthy gentleman did lose his life. was born to:
Glo. Your bighness shall do well; to grant A man at least, for less I should not be;
her suit; And men may talk of kings, and why not I? It were dishonour, to deny it her. 2 Keep. Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert K. Edw. It were no less; but yet I'll make a king
a pause. K. Hen. Why, so I am, in mind; and that's Glo. Yea! is it so ? enough.
I see, the lady hath a thing to grant, 2 Keep. But, if thou be a king, where is thy Before the king will grant her humble suit. crown?
Clar. He knows the game; how true he keeps K, Hen. My crown is in my heart, not on my
the wind ?
Aside. Not deck'd with diamonds and Indian stones, K. Edw. Widow, we will consider of your Nor to be seen: my crown is call'd content;
suit, A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy. And come some other time to know our mind. 2 Keep. Well, if you be a king crown'd with L. Grey. Right gracious lord, I cannot brook content,
[now; Your crown content, and yon, must be con- May it please your highness to resolve me To go along with us: for, as we think,
And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me. You are the king, king Edward hath depos’d; Glo. (Aside.) Ay, widow? Then I'll warrant And we his subjects, sworn in all allegiance,
you all your lands, Will apprehend you as his enemy.
An if what pleases him, shall pleasure you. K. Hen. But did you never swear, and break Fight, closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a an oath ?
blow. 2 Keep. No, never such an oath; nor will not Clar. I fear her not, unless she chance to
| Aside. K. Hen. Where did you dwell, when I was Glo. God forbid that! for be'll take 'vantaking of England ?
[Asisle. 2 Keep. Here in this country, where we now K. Edw. How many children hast thou, wiremain.
dow? Tell me.
Clar. I think he means to beg a child of her. L. Grey. My mind will never grant wlint 1
perceive Glo. Nay, whip me then; he'll rather give Your highness aims at, if I aim aright. her two.
[ Aside. K. Edw. To tell thee plain, I am to lie with L. Grey. Three, my most gracious lord.
thee. Glo. You shall have four, if you'll be rul'd L. Grey. To tell you plain, I had rather lie by him.
in prison. K. Edw. "Twere pity, they should lose their K. Edw. Why, then thou shalt not have thy father's land.
husband's lands. L. Grey. Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it L. Grey. Why, then mine honesty shall be then.
my dower; K. Edw. Lords, give us leave; I'll try this For by that loss I will not purchase them. widow's wit.
K. Edw. Therein thou wrong'st thy children Glo. Ay, good leave* have you; for you will
mightily. have leave,
(crutch. L. Grey. Herein your highness wrongs both Till youth take leave, and leave you to the
them and me.
Accords not with the sadness* of my suit; K. Edw. Now tell me, madam, do you love Please you dismiss me, either with ay, or no. your children?
K. Edw. Ay; if thou wilt say ay, to my reL. Grey. Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.
quest: K. Edw. And would you not do much to do No; if thou dost say no, to my demand. them good ?
L. Grey. Then, no, my lord. My suit is at L. Grey. To do them good, I would sustain
an end. some harm.
Glo. The widow likes him not, she knits her K. Edw. Then get your husband's land, to do
(Aside. them good.
Clar. He is the bluntest wooer in ChristenL. Grey. Therefore I came unto your majesty.
[Aside. K. Edw. I'll tell you how these lands are to K. Edw. (Aside. ] Her looks do argue her re
plete with modesty; L. Grey. So shall you bind me to your high- Her words do show her wit incomparable ; ness' service.
All her perfections challenge sovereignty; K. Edw. What service wilt thou do me, if I One way, or other, she is for a king; give them ?
And she shall be my love, or else my queen.L. Grey. What you command, that rests in Say, that king Edward take thee for his queen? me to do.
L. Grey. "T'is better said than done, my graK. Edw. But you will take exceptions to my
cious lord: boon.
I am a subject fit to jest withal, L. Grey. No, gracious lord, except I cannot But far unit to be a sovereign. do it.
K. Edw. Sweet widow, by my state, I swear K. Edw. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean
to thee, to ask:
I speak no more than what my soul intends; L. Grey. Why, then I will do what your And that is to enjoy thee for my love. grace commands.
L. Grey. And that is more than I will yield Glo. He plies her hard; and much rain wears
unto: the marble.
[Aside. I know, I am too mean to be your queen; Clar. As red as fire! Nay, then her wax must And yet too good to be your concubine. melt.
[ Aside. K. Edw. You cavil, widow; I did mean, my L. Grey. Why stops my lord ? Shall I not
queen. hear my task?
L. Grey. "Twill grieve your grace, my sons K. Edw. An easy task; 'tis but to love a king.
should call you-father. L. Grey. That's soon perform’d, because I am K. Edw. No more, than when thy daughters a subject.
call thee mother. K. Edw. Why then, thy husband's lands I Thou art a widow, and thou hast some chil. freely give thee.
[lor, L. Grey. I take my leave, with many thou. And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachesand thanks.
Have other some: why, 'tis a happy thing Glo. The match is made; she seals it with a To be the father unto many sons. curt'sy.
[Aside. Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen. K. Edw. But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love Glo. The ghostly father now hath done bis I mean.
[Aside L. Grey. The fruits of love I mean, my lov- Clar. When he was made a shriver, 'twas ing liege.
( Aside. K. Edw. Ay, but, I fear me, in another K. Edw. Brothers, you muse what chat we
two have had. What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get? Glo. The widow likes it not, for she looks sad. L. Grey. My love till death, my humble K. Edw. You'd think it strange, if I should thanks, my prayers ;
marry her. That love, which virtue begs, and virtue grants. Clar. To whom, my lord ? K. Edw. No, by my troth, I did not mean K. Edw. Why, Clarence, to myself. such love.
Glo. That would be ten days' wonder, at L. Grey. Why, then you mean not as I
the least. thought you did.
Clar. That's a day longer than a wonder K. Edw. But now you partiy may perceive
lasts. my mind.
Glo. By so much is tne wonder in extremes.
This phrase implies readiness of assent.
K. Edw. Well, jest on, brothers : I can tell | Seeking a way, and straying from the way; you both,
Not knowing how to find the open air, der suit is granted for her husband's lands. But toiling desperately to find it out,
Torment myself to catch the English crown: · Enter a NOBLEMAN.
And from that torment I will free myself, Nob. My gracious lord, Henry your foe is Or hew my way out with a bloody axe. taken,
Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile; And brought your prisoner to your palace gate. And, cry, content, to that which grieves my K. Edw. See, that he be convey'd unto the
And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall; Widow, go you along ;-Lords, use her hon. I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk ; ourable.
I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, [Exeunt King EDWARD, Lady GREY, CLA- Deceive more slily than Ulysses could, RENCE, and Lord.
And, like a Sinon, take another Troy: Glo. Ay, Edward will use women honour- I can add colours to the cameleon ; ably.
[all, Change shapes, with Proteus, for advantages, Would he were wasted, marrow, bones, and And set the murd'rous Machiavel to school. That from his loins nó hopeful' branch may can I do this, and cannot get a crown? spring,
Tut! were it further off, I'll pluck it down. To cross me from the golden time I look for!
[Erit. And yet, between my soul's desire, and me, (The lustful Edward's title buried,) [ward, SCENE II1.-France.-A Room in the Palace. Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young EdAnd all the unlook’d-for issue of their bodies, Flourish. Enter Lewis the French King, and To take their rooms, cre I can place myself:
Lady Bona, attended; the King takes his A cold premeditation for iny purpose !
State. Then enter Queen MARGARET, Prince Why, then I do but dream on sovereignty;
EDWARD her son, and the Earl of OXFORD. Like one that stands upon a promontory, K. Lew. Fair queen of England, worthy And spies a far-off shore where he would
Sit down with us; it ill befits thy state, Wishing his foot were equal with his eye; And birth, that thou should'st stand, while And chides the sea that sunders him from
Lewis doth sit. thence,
Q. Mar. No, mighty king of France ; now Saying-he'll lade it dry to have his way:
(serve, So do I wish the crown, being so far off ; Must strike her sail, and learn a while to And so I chide the means that keep me from Where kings command. I was, I must conAnd so I say-I'll cut the causes off,
fess, Flattering me with impossibilities.
Gr Albion's queen in former golden days: My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too But now mischance hath trod my title down, much,
[them. And with dishonour laid me on the ground; Unless my hand and strength could equal Where I must take like seat unto my fortune, Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard; And to my humble seat conform myself. What other pleasure can the world afford ? K. Lew. Why, say, fair queen, whence I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,
springs this deep despair ? And deck my body in gay ornaments, (looks, Q. Mar. From such a cause as fills mine eyes And witch sweet ladies with my words and
with tears, ( miserable thought! and more unlikely, And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns ! Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb: K. Lew. Whate'er it be, be thou still like And, for I should not deal in her soft laws
thyself, She did corrupt frail nature with a bribe And sit thee by our side: yield not thy neck To shrink mine arn up like a wither'd shrub;
[Seuts her by him. To make an envious mountain on my back, To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Where sits deformity to mock my body; Still ride in triumph over all mischance. To shape my legs of an unequal size; Be plain, queen Margaret, and tell thy grief; To disproportion me in every part,
It shall be eas’d, if Francé can yield relief. Like to a chaos, or an unlick'a bear-whelp, Q. Mar. Those gracious words revive my That carries no impression like the dam.
[speak. And am I then a man to be belov'd ?
And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to 0, monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought! Now, therefore, be it known to noble Lewis,Then, since this earth affords no joy to me, That Henry, sole possessor of my love, But to command, to check, to o'erbear such Is, of a king, become a banish'd man, As are of better person than myself, (crown; And forc'd to live in Scotland a forlorn; I'll make my heaven-to dream upon the While proud ambitious Edward, duke of And, wbiles I live, to account this world but Usurps the regal title, and the seat (York, hell,
[head, of England's true-anointed lawful king. Until my misshap'd trunk that bears this This is the cause, that I, poor Margaret,Be round impaled* with a glorious crown. With this my son, prince Edward, Henry's And yet I know not how to get the crown,
heir,For many lives stand between me and home : Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid; And I,-- like one lost in a thorny wood, And, if thou fail us, all our hope is done: That rents the thorns, and is rent with the Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help; thorns;
Our people and our peers are both misled,
Our treasure seiz'd, our soldiers put to flight, * Encircled.
And, as thou see'st, ourselves in heavy plight.
K. Leu. Renowned queen, with patience | But for the rest,--You tell a pedigree calm the storm,
Of threescore and two years; a silly time While we bethink a means to break it off. To make prescription for a kingdom's worth. Q. Mar. The more we stay, the stronger Oxf. Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against grows our foe.
thy liege, K. Lew. The more I stay, the more I'll suc- Whom thou obey'd'st thirty and six years, cour thee,
And not bewray thy treason with a blush? Q. Mar, 0, but impatience waiteth on true War. Can Oxford, that did ever fence the
right, where comes the breeder of my sor- Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree?
For strame, leave Henry, and call Edward Enter WARWICK, attended.
Oxf. Call him my king, by whose injurious K. Lew. What's he, approacheth boldly to
doom our presence ?
My elder brother, the lord Aubrey Vere, Q. Mar. Our earl of Warwick, Edward's Was done to death ? and more than so, my greatest friend.
father, K. Lew. Welcome, brave Warwick! What Even in the downfall of his mellow'd years, brings thee to France?
When nature brought him to the door of death? [Descending from his State, Qucen No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm, MARGARET rises.
This arm upholds the house of Lancaster. Q. Mar. Ay, now begins a second storm to War. And I the house of York. rise;
K. Lew. Queen Margaret, prince Edward, For this is he, that moves both wind and tide.
and Oxford, War. From worthy Edward, king of Albion, Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside. My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend, While I use further conference with Warwick. I come,-in kindness, and unfeigned love,- Q. Mar. Heaven graut, that Warwick's First, to do greetings to thy royal person;
words bewitch him not! And, then, to crave a league of amity;
[Retiring with the PRINCE and Oxfop.D. And, lastly, to confirm that amity
K. Lew. Now, Warwick, tell me, even union With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant
thy conscience, That virtuous lady Bona, thy fair sister, Is Edward your true king? for I were loath, To England's king in lawful marriage. To link with him that were not lawful chosen. Q. Mur. If that go forward, Henry's hope is War. Thereun I pawn niy credit and mine done.
honour. Wur, And, gracious madam, (To BONA.) in K. Lew. But is he gracious in the people's our king's behalf,
eye? I am commanded, with your leave and favour,
War. The more, that Henry was unfortunate. Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue K. Lew. Then further,-all dissembling set To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart;
aside, Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears, Tell me for truth the measure of his love Hath plac'd thy beauty's image, and thy virtue. Unto our sister Bona. Q. Mar. King Lewis,-and lady Bona,- War. Such it seems, hear me speak,
As may beseem a monarch like himself. Before you answer Warwick. His demand
Mysell have often heard him say, and swear,Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest That this his love was an eternal plant; But from deceit, bred by necessity; [love, Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground, For how ean tyrants safely govern home, The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's Unless abroad they purchase great alliance ?
sun; To prove him tyrant, this reason may suflice,- Exempt from envy,* but not from disdain, That Henry liveth still : but were he dead, Unless the lady Bona quit his pain. Yet here prince Edward stands, king Henry's K. Lew. Now, sister, let us hear your firm
resolve. Look therefore, Lewis, that by this league and Bona. Your grant, or your denial, shall be Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour:
[day, For though usurpers sway the role a while,
Yet I confess, [To War,] that often ere this Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth When I have heard your king's desert rewrongs.
counted, War. Injurious Margaret!
Mine ear hath tempted judgement to desire. Prince. And why not queen? War. Because thy father Henry did usurp;
K. Lew. Then, Warwick, thus,–Our sister
shall be Edward's; And thou no more art prince, than she is And now forthwith shall articles be drawn queen.
Touching the jointure that your king must Oxf. Then Warwick disannuls great John of
Which with her dowry shall be counterpois’d:Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain ; Draw near, queen Margaret; and be a wit. And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the fourth,
ness, Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest; That Bona shall be wife to the English king. And, after that wise prince, Henry the fifth, Prince. To Edward, but not to the English Who by his prowess conquered all France;
king. From these our Henry lineally descends. Q: Mar. Deceitful Warwick! it was thy de. War. Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth By this alliance to make void my suit; [vice discourse,
Before thy coming, Lewis was Henry's friend. You told not, bow Henry the sixth hath lost
K. Lew. And still is friend to him and MarAll that which Henry the fifth had gotten?
garet : Methinks, these peers of France should smile at that.
Malice, or hatred.
But if your title to the crown be weak, And joy that thou becom'st king Henry's As may appear by Edward's good success,
friend. Then 'iis but reason, that I be releas'd
War. So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned From giving aid, which late I promised.
friend, Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand, That, if king Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us That your estate requires, and mine can yield. With some few bands of chosen soldiers, Wur. Henry now lives in Scotland, at his I'll undertake to land them on our coast, ease;
And force the tyrant from his seat by war. Where having nothing, nothing he can lose. 'Tis not his new-made bride shall succour him: And as for you yourself, our quondam queen, - And as for Clarence,-as my letters tell me, You have a father able to maintain you; He's very likely now to fall from him; And better 'twere, you troubled him than For matching more for wanton lust than ho. France.
nour, Q. Mar. Peace, impudent and shameless Or than for strength and safety of our country. Warwick, peace;
Bona. Dear brother, how shall Bona be reProud setter-up and puller-down of kings !
veng'd, I will not hence, till with my talk and tears, But by thy help to this distressed queen? Both full of truth, I make king Lewis behold Q. Mar. Renowned prince, how sball poor Thy sly conveyance,* and thy lord's false love; Henry live, For both of you are birds of self-same feather. Unless thou rescue him from foul despair?
[A Horn sounded within. Bona. My quarrel, and this English queen's, K. Lew. Warwick, this is some post to us, or thee.
War. And mine, fair lady Bona, joins with Enter a MESSENGER.
K. Lev. And mine, with hers, and thine, Mess. My lord anıbassador, these letters are
Therefore, at last, I firmly am resolv'd, Sent from your brother, marquis Montague. You shall have aid. These from our king unto your majesty:- Q. Mur. Let me give humble thanks for all And, madam, these for you; from whom, I
at once. know not.
K. Lew. Then England's messenger, return TO MARGARET. They all read therr Letters. O.rf. I like it well, that our fair queen and And tell false Edward, thy supposed king, mistress
[his. That Lewis of France is sending over maskers, Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at To revel it with him and his new bride: Prince. Nay, mark, how Lewis stamps as he Thou seest what's past, go fear* thy king were nettled :
withal, I hope, all's for the best.
Bona. Tell him, In hope he'll prove a widowK. Lew. Warwick, what are thy news? and er shortly, yours, fair queen?
I'll wear the willow garland for his sake. Q. Mar. Mine, such as fill my heart with un- Q. Mar. Tell him, My mourning weeds are hop'd joys.
laid aside, War. Mine, full of sorrow and heart's dis- And I am ready to put armour on. content.
War. Tell him from me, That he hath done K. Lew. What! has your king married the
me wrong; lady Grey ?
And therefore I'll uncrown him, ere't be long. And now, to sooth your forgery and his, There's thy reward; be gone. [Exit Mess. Sends me a paper to persuade me patience ? K. Lew. But, Warwick, thou, Is this the alliance that he seeks with France? And Oxford, with five thousand men, Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner? Shall cross the seas, and bid false Edward Q. Mar. I told your majesty as much before:
battle: This proveth Edward's love, and Warwick's And, as occasion serves, this noble queen honesty.
And prince shall follow with a fresh supply. War. King Lewis, I here protest,-in sight Yet, ere thou go, but answer me one doubi; of heaven,
What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty? And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss, War. This shall assure my constant loyalThat I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's;
ty: No more my king, for he dishonours me; That if our queen and this young prince agree, But most bimsell, if he could see his shame.- I'll join mine eldest daughter, and my joy, Did I forget, that by the house of York To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands. My father came untimely to his death?
Q. Mar. Yes, I agree, and thank you for Did I let pass the abuse done to my niece?
your motion : Did I impale him with the regal crown? Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous, Did I put Henry from his native right;. Therefore delay not, give thy hand to WarAnd am I guerdon’dt at the last with shame?
wick; Shame on himself! for my desert is honour. And, with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable, And, to repair my honour lost for him, That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine. I here renounce him, and return to Henry: Prince. Yes, I accept her, for she well deMy noble queen, let former grudges pass,
serves it; And henceforth I am thy true servitor; And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand. I will revenge his wrong to lady Bona,
(He gives his hand to WARWICK. And replant Henry in his former state.
K. Lew. Why stay we now? These soldiers Q. Mar. Warwick, these words have turn'd
shall be levied, my hate to love;
And thou, lord Bourbon, our high admiral, And I forgive and quite forget old faults, Shall wast them over with our royal fleet.