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 maskers,
To revel it with him and his new bride.

2

Thou feeft what's past, go fear thy King withal. Bona. Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,

I wear 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.

Exit Poft.

K. Lew. But, Warwick,
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 fhall follow with a fresh supply.
Yet ere thou go, but anfwer 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, 3

2Go, fear thy King.] That is, fright thy King.

3 In former copies, I'll join my eldest Daughter and my Joy,

To bim forthwith,] Surely this is a Mistake of the Copyifts. Hall, in the cth Year of K. Edward IV. fays Edward Prince of Wales, wedded Anne SECOND Daughter to the Earl of Warvick. And the Duke of Clarence was in Love with the ELDER, the Lady Ifabel; and in

reality was married to her five Years before Prince Edward took. the Lady Anne to Wife.

And in K. Richard third, Gloucefter, who married this Lady Anne when a Widow, fays,

For then I'll marry Warwick's

YOUNGEST Daughter. What tho' I kill'd her Hufland and her Father? i. e. Prince Edward, and K. Hen

ry

VI her Father-in-Law. See

likewife Holingfhed in his Chronicle; p. 671 and 674. THEOв.

motion.

To him forthwith, in holy wedlock' bands.
Queen. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your
Son Edward, fhe is fair and virtuous;
Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick,
And, with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable,
That only Warwick's daughter fhall be thine.
Prince. Yes, I accept her, for fhe 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; these soldiers shall be levy'd,

And thou, Lord Bourbon, our High Admiral,
Shalt waft them over with our royal fleet.
I 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 foe.
Matter of marriage was the Charge he gave me,
But dreadful war fhall answer his demand.
Had he none else to make a Stale 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,

ACT IV.

IV. SCENE I.

The Palace in England.

Enter Gloucester, Clarence, Somerset and Montague.

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 ftand on one fide, and four on the other.

Glo. And his well chofen bride.

Cla. I mind to tell him plainly what I think. K. Edw. Now, brother Clarence, how like you our choice,

That you stand 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. Suppose, they take offence without a caufe. 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 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 devise?

Mont. Yet to have join'd with France in such alliance, "Would more have ftrengthen'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 itfelf?

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. Edw. Ay, what of that? it was my will and Grant, And for this once my will shall stand for law.

Glo. And yet, methinks, your Grace hath not done well,

To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales

with the feas,] This and favoured the intereft of has been the advice of every England.

man who in any age

understood

Unto

Unto the brother of your loving bride.
She better would have fitted Me, or Clarence;
But in your bride you bury brotherhood.

Clar. Or elfe you * would not have beftow'd the heir Of the Lord Bonvil on your new wife's fon, And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere. K. Edw. Alas, poor Clarence! is it for a wife That thou art malecontent? I will provide thee, Clar. In chufing for yourself, you fhew'd your judg

ment;

Which being fhallow, you fhall give me Leave
To play the broker in mine own behalf;
And, to that end, I fhortly mind to leave you.

K. Edw. 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 Majesty
To raise my state to Title of a Queen,
Do me but right, and you must all confefs
That I was not ignoble of Defcent;

And meaner than myself have had like fortune.
But as this Title honours me and mine,

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?
Nay, whom they fhall obey, and love thee too,
Unless they feek for hatred at my hands,
Which if they do, yet will I keep thee fafe,
And they fhall feel the vengeance of my wrath.
Glo. [afide] I hear, yet fay not much, but think the