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Enter two Keepers with bow and arrows. Keep. Come, let's take our stands upon this hill; And by and by the deer will come this way. But stay, here comes a man, let's listen him awhile.
Enter King HENRY disguised.
King. From Scotland am I stolen, even of pure love,
And thus disguis'd, to greet my native land.
No, Henry, no, it is no land of thine;
No bending knee will call thee Cæsar now,
King. My queen and son, poor souls, are gone to
And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick,
If this be true, poor queen and son,
Your labour is but spent in vain;
For Lewis is a prince soon won with words,
And Warwick is a subtle orator.
He laughs, and says his Edward is install'd;
She weeps, and says her Henry is depos'd:
He, on his right hand, asking a wife for Edward;
Keep. What art thou that talk'st of kings and
King. More than I seem, for less I should not be : A man at least, and more I cannot be: And men may talk of kings, and why not I?
Keep. Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a king thyself.
King. Why, so I am in mind, though not in show? Keep. And if thou be a king, where is thy crown? King. My crown is in my heart, not on my head; My crown is call'd content,
A crown that kings do seldom times enjoy.
Keep. And if thou be a king crown'd with content,
For, as we think, you are our quondam king,
And therefore we charge you in God's name and the king's,
To go along with us unto the officers.
King. God's name be fulfill'd, your king's name be obey'd;
And be you kings; command, and I'll obey.
Enter King EDWARD, CLARENCE, and GLOSter,
In honour we cannot deny her suit.
K. Edw. What service wilt thou do me, if I grant it them?
Lady G. Even what your highness shall command. Glo. Nay then, widow, I'll warrant you all your husband's lands,
If you grant to do what he commands.
Glo. Marry, God forbid, man, for he 'll take 'vantage then.
Lady G. Why stops my lord; shall I not know my task?
K. Edw. An easy task, 'tis but to love a king. Lady G. That's soon perform'd, because I am a
K. Edw. Why then thy husband's lands I freely give thee.
Lady G. I take my leave with many thousand thanks.
Cla. The match is made; she seals it with a curtsy. K. Edw. Stay, widow, stay; what love dost thou think I sue so much to get?
Lady G. My humble service,
K. Edw. No, by my troth, I meant no such love, But to tell thee the truth, I aim to lie with thee. Lady G. To tell you plain, my lord, I had rather lie in prison.
K. Edw. Why then thou canst not get thy husband's lands.
Lady G. Then mine honesty shall be my dower, For by that loss I will not purchase them.
K. Edw. Herein thou wrong'st thy children mightily.
Lady G. Herein your highness wrongs both them and me.
But, mighty lord, this merry inclination
Please it your highness to dismiss me, either with ay
K. Edw. Ay, if thou say ay to my request; No, if thou say no to my demand.
Lady G. Then no, my lord; my suit is at an end. Glo. The widow likes him not; she bends the brow. Cla. Why he is the bluntest wooer in Christendom. K. Edw. Her looks are all replete with majesty: One way, or other, she is for a king;
And she shall be my love, or else my queen.
Lady G. Tis better said than done, my gracious lord,
I am a subject fit to jest withal,
But far unfit to be a sovereign.
K. Edw. Sweet widow, by my state I swear,
I speak no more than what my heart intends,
Lady G. And that is more than I will yield unto;
I know I am too bad to be your queen,
K. Edw. You cavil, widow; I did mean my queen. Lady G. Your grace would be loth my sons should call you father.
K. Edw. No more than when my daughters call thee mother.
Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children,
Glo. The ghostly father now hath done his shrift.
You would think it strange if I should marry her.
Glo. That would be ten days' wonder at the least.
K. Edw. Well, jest on, brothers; I can tell you
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. An it please your grace, Henry your foe is taken,
And brought as prisoner to your palace gates.
What other pleasure is there in the world beside?
And lull myself within a lady's lap,
Enter King LEWIS, and the Lady BONA, Queen MAR-
It fits not Lewis to sit while thou dost stand;
Queen. I humbly thank your royal majesty;
Lew. How now! who is this?
Queen. Our earl of Warwick, Edward's chiefest friend.
Lew. Welcome, brave Warwick; what brings thee to France?
War. From worthy Edward, king of England,
I come in kindness and unfeigned love;
And lastly to confirm that amity
With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant
Queen. And if this go forward all our hope is done.
Prince. And why not queen?
War. Because thy father Henry did usurp, And thou no more art prince than she is queen.
Orf. Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt, That did subdue the greatest part of Spain; And after John of Gaunt, wise Henry the Fourth, Whose wisdom was a mirror to the world; And after this wise prince Henry Fifth,
Who with his prowess conquered all France :—
War. Oxford, how haps that in this smooth dis
You told not how Henry the Sixth had lost
Methinks these peers of France should smile at that!
Of threescore and two years, a silly time
Orf. Why, Warwick, canst thou deny thy king,
War. Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right,
The lord Aubrey Vere, was done to death;
Even in the downfal of his mellow'd years,
War. And I the house of York.
Lew. Queen Margaret, prince Edward, and Oxford, Vouchsafe to forbear a while, till I do talk
A word with Warwick.
Now, Warwick, even upon thy honour tell me true;
War. Thereon I pawn mine honour and my credit.
As may beseem a monarch like himself.
Lew. Then, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.
Lew. Then draw near, queen Margaret, and be a witness,
That Bona shall be wife to the English king.
Prince. To Edward, but not the English king.
Sound for a Post within.
Lew. Here comes some post, Warwick, to thee or us. Post. My lord ambassador, this letter is for you, Sent from your brother, Marquess Montague. This from our king, unto your majesty.
And these to you, madam, from whom I know not.
Orf. I like it well, that our fair queen and mistress Smiles at her news, when Warwick frets at his.
Prince. And mark how Lewis stamps as he were nettled.
Lew. Now, Margaret and Warwick, what are your news?
Queen. Mine is such as fills my heart with joy. War. Mine full of sorrow and heart's discontent. Lew. What, hath your king married the lady Grey, And now, to excuse himself, sends us a post of papers? How dares he presume to use us thus?
Queen. This proveth Edward's love, and Warwick's honesty.
War. King Lewis, I here protest, in sight of heaven,
I will revenge the wrongs done to lady Bona,
Queen, Yes, Warwick, I'll quite forget thy former faults,
If now thou wilt become king Henry's friend.
And, English messenger, return in post,
To revel it with him and his new bride.
Bona. Tell him, in hope he 'll be a widower shortly, I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.
Queen. Tell him, my mourning weeds be laid aside, And I am ready to put armour on.
War. Tell him from me, that he hath done me
And therefore I ll uncrown him ere 't be long. There's thy reward; be gone.
Lew. But now tell me, Warwick,
Queen. With all my heart; that match I like full well:
Lew. It is enough; and now we will prepare
And you, lord Bourbon, our high admiral,
But seek revenge on Edward's mockery.
Enter King EDWARD, the QUEEN, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, MONTAGUE, HASTINGS, and PEMBROKE, with Soldiers.
K. Edw. Brothers of Clarence, and of Gloster, what think you of our marriage with the lady Grey?
Cla. My lord, we think as Warwick and Lewis, that are so slack in judgment that they will take no offence at this sudden marriage.
K. Edw. Suppose they do, they are but Lewis and Warwick; and I am both your king and Warwick's, and will be obeyed.
Glo. And shall, because our king, but yet such sudden marriages seldom prove well.
K. Edw. Yea, brother Richard, are you against us, too?
Glo. Not I, my lord; no, God forfend, that I Should once gainsay your highness' pleasure; Ay, and 't were pity
To sunder them that yoke so well together.
K. Edw. Setting your scorns and your dislikes aside, Show me some reasons why the lady Grey May not be my love, and England's queen? Speak freely, Clarence, Gloster, Montague, and Hastings.
Cla. My lord, then this is mine opinion,-that
Being dishonour'd in his embassage,
Glo. And Lewis, in regard of his sister's wrongs, Doth join with Warwick to supplant your state. K.Edw. Suppose that Lewis and Warwick be appeas'd By such means as I can best devise.
Mont. But yet to have join'd with France in this alliance,
Would more have strengthen'd this our common
'Gainst foreign storms, than any home-bred marriage. Hast. Let England be true within itself, We need not France, nor any alliance with them.
Cla. For this one speech, lord Hastings well deserves To have the daughter and heir of the lord Hungerford. K. Edw. And what then? It was our will it should
Cla. Ay, and for such a thing, too, the lord Scales Did well deserve at your hands
To have the daughter of the lord Bonfield,
K. Edw. Alas, poor Clarence! is it for a wife
Why, man, be of good cheer, I'll provide thee one.
Cla. Nay, you play'd the broker so ill for yourself, That you shall give me leave to make my choice As I think good: and to that intent
I shortly mean to leave you.
K. Edw. Leave me, or tarry, I am full resolv'd Edward will not be tied to his brothers' wills. Queen. My lords, do me but right,
And you must confess, before it pleas'd his highness To advance my state to title of a queen,
That I was not ignoble from my birth.
K. Edw. Forbear, my love, to fawn upon their frowns; For thee they must obey, nay shall obey, An if they look for favour at my hands.
Mont. My lord, here is the messenger return'd from France.
K. Edw. Now, sirrah, what letters? or what news?
And such news, as without your highness' pardon
K. Edw. We pardon thee, and (as near as thou canst) tell me,
What said Lewis to our letters?
Mess. At my departure these were his very words Go, tell false Edward, thy supposed king, That Lewis of France is sending over maskers To revel it with him and his new bride.'
K. Edw. Is Lewis so brave? Belike, he thinks me Henry.
But what said lady Bona to these wrongs?
Mess. Tell him,' quoth she, in hope he 'll prove a widower shortly,
I'll wear a willow garland for his sake.'
K. Edw. She had the wrong;
Indeed she could say little less. But what said Heury's queen,
For, as I hear, she was then in place?
Mess. Tell him,' quoth she, my mourning weeds be done,
And I am ready to put armour on.'
K. Edw. Then belike she means to play the Amazon. But what said Warwick to these injuries?
Mess. He, more incensed than the rest, my lord,
But I will arm me to prevent the worst.
Mess. Ay, my good lord, they are so link'd in
That young prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter.
Cla. The elder, belike; Clarence shall have the
For why hath nature made me halt downright,
K. Edw. Pembroke, go raise an army presently.
I mean to rest, and on the morrow morn
I'll march to meet proud Warwick, ere he land
If you favour him more than me, or not. Speak truly;
For I had rather have you open enemies,
Mont. So God help Montague, as he proves true.
Enter WARWICK and OXFORD, with Soldiers. War. Trust me, my lords, all hitherto goes well; The common people by numbers swarm to us. But see, where Somerset and Clarence come; Speak suddenly, my lords, are we all friends? Cla. Fear not that, my lord.
War. Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick,
And welcome, Somerset: I hold it cowardice,
But welcome, sweet Clarence, my daughter shall be thine.
And now what rests, but, in night's coverture,
His soldiers lurking in the town about,
And but attended by a simple guard,
We may surprise and take him at our pleasure?
Cla. Why then let's on our way in silent sort:
Courage, my soldiers, now or never;
But follow me now, and Edward shall be ours.
Alarums, and GLOSTER and HASTINGS fly. Orf. Who goes there?
War. Richard and Hastings: let them go, here's the duke.
K. Edw. The duke! why, Warwick, when we parted last
Thou call dst me king.
War. Ay, but the case is alter'd now.
And now am come to create you duke of York.
K. Edw. Well, Warwick, let fortune do her worst, Edward in mind will bear himself a king.
War. Then, for his mind, be Edward England's
Enter GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and Sir WILLIAM
Glo. Lord Hastings, and Sir William Stanley,
Hunt. This way, my lord, the deer is gone.
See where the keepers stand. Now, brother, and the rest,
What, are you provided to depart?
Glo. Ay, ay, the horse stands at the park corner; Come, to Lynn, and so take shipping into Flanders: K. Edw. Come, then.
Hastings and Stanley, I will requite your loves.
Hunt. Marry, my lord, I think I had as good gɔ with you, as tarry here to be hanged. K. Edw. Come then, let 's away with speed. [Exeunt omnes.
Tush, fear not, fair queen, but cast those cares aside. King Edward's noble mind his honours doth display; And Warwick may lose, though then he got the day. Queen. If that were all my griefs were at an end; But greater troubles will I fear befall.
Rie. What, is he taken prisoner by the foe, To the danger of his royal person then? Queen. Ay, there's my grief, king Edward is surpris'd,
And led away as prisoner unto York.
Riv. The news is passing strange, I must confess; Yet comfort yourself, for Edward hath more friends; Then Lancaster at this time must perceive
That some will set him in his throne again.
Queen. God grant they may; but, gentle brother,
And let me lean upon thine arm awhile,
• This and the next scene are transposed in the amended play. This scene corresponds with Scene v. of Henry VI., Part III.
This scene corresponds with Scene Iv. of Henry VI., Part III.