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And to my humble feat conform myself.
this deep despair ? Queen. From fuch a cause as fills mine eyes And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in
K. Lewis. Whate'er it be, bethou still like thyself, And fit thce by our tide: yield not thy neck.
[Seats her by him. To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance. Be plain, queen Margaret, and tell thy grief; It shall be eas'd, if France can yield relief. Queen. Those gracious words revive my droop
ing thoughts, And give my tongue-ty'd forrows leave to speak. Now, therefore be it known to noble Lewis That Henry, fole poffeffor of iny love, Is, of a king, become a banishi'd man, And forc'd to live in Scotland a forlorn ; While proud ambitious Edward, duke of York, Ulurps the regal title and the feat, Of England's true anointed lawful king, This is the cause, that I, poor MargaretWith this my son, prince Edward, Henry's heir Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid ; And, if thou fail us, all our hope is done : Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help;
people and our peers are both mis-led, Our treasure feiz'd, our soldiers put to flight, And, as thou fee'st, ourselves in heavy plight. K. Lewis. Renowned queen, with patience calm the storm,
While we bethink a means to break it off.
Queen. The more we stay, the stronger grows
K. Lew. The more I stay, the more I'll succour
thee. Queen. O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow; And fee, where comes the breeder of my sorrow,
Enter WARWICK. K. Lew. What's he, approacheth boldly to our
presence ? Queen. Our earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest
friend. K. Lew. Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings
thee to France? [He defcends. She ariseth. Queen. Ay, now begins a second storm to rise ; For this is he, that moves both wind and tide.
War. From worthy Edward, king of Albion,
Queen. If that go forward, Henry's hope is done.
[Speaking to Bona. I am commanded with your leave and favour, Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart ; Where fame late entering at his heedful ears, Hath plac'd thy beauty's image and thy virtue.
Queen. Queen. King Lewis--and lady Bona-hear me
fpeak, Before you answer Warwick. His demand Springs not from Edward's well meant honeft lóve, But from deceit, bred by neceffity : For how can tyrants fafely govern home, Unlets abroad they purchase great alliance ? To prove
him tyrant, this reason may fufficeThat Henry liveth still: but were he dead, Yet here prince Edward stands, king Henry's fon. Look therefore, Lewis, that by this league and
War. Injurious Margaret !
War. Because thy father Henry did usurp; And thou no more art prince, than she is queen. Oxf. Then Warwick disannuls great John of
War. Oxford, how hapsit, in this smooth discourse,
Oxf. Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against
thy liege, Whom thou obeyed'st thirty and fix years, And not bewray thy treason with a blush ?
War. Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right, Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree? For shame, leave Henry, and call Edward king..
Oxf. Call him my king, by whofe injurious doom,
War. And I the house of York.
[They retire. K. Lew. Now Warwick, tell me, even upon thy
conscience, Is Edward your true king? for I were loth, To link with him that were not lawful chosen.
War. Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour. K. Lew. But is he gracious in the people's eyes? War. The more, that Henry was unfortunate.
K. Lew. Then further--all dissembling set aside, Tell me for truth the measure of his love Unto our fifter Bona.
War. Such it seems, : As may beseem a monarch like himself. Myself have often heard him fay, and swear-
That this his love was an eternal plant;
firm resolve, Bona. Your
denial shall be mine: Yet I confess that often ere this day,
[Speaking to WARWICK. When I have heard your king's desert recounted, Mine ear hath tempted judgment to defire. K. Lew. Then, Warwick, this Our sister shall
be Edward's; And now forthwith shall articles be drawn Touching the jointure that your king must make, Which with her dowry shall be counterpois'd : Draw near, queen Margaret; and be a witness, That Bona shall be wife to the English king.
Prince. To Edward, but not to the English king.
Queen. Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device By this alliance to make void my fuit ; Before thy coming, Lewis was Henry's friend.
K. Lew. And still is friend to him and Margaret: But if your
title to the crown be weak As may appear by Edward's good success-Then 'tis but reason, that I be releas'd From giving aid, which late I promised. Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand, That your estate requires, and mine can yield. War. Henry now lives in Scotland at his ease
; Where having nothing, nothing he can lose. And as for you yourself, our quondam queenYou have a father able to maintain you ; And better 'twere, you troubled him than France.