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And to my humble feat conform myself.
K. Lewis. Why, say, fair queen, whence springs

this deep despair ? Queen. From fuch a cause as fills mine eyes And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in

with tears,

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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

our foe.

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,
My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend,
I come-in kindness, and unfeigned love-
First, to do greetings to thy royal person ;
And, then, to crave a league of amity;
And, lastly, to confirm that amity
With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant
That virtuous lady Bona, thy fair filter,
To England's king in lawful marriage.

Queen. If that go forward, Henry's hope is done.
War. And, gracious madam, inour king's behalf,

[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.

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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

marriage
Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour:
For though usurpers sway the rule a while,
Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.

War. Injurious Margaret !
Prince. And why not queen ?

War. Because thy father Henry did usurp; And thou no more art prince, than she is queen. Oxf. Then Warwick disannuls great John of

Gaunt,
And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the fourth,
Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wifeft;
And, after that wise prince, Henry the fifth,
Who by his prowess conquered all France :
From these our Henry lineally descends.

War. Oxford, how hapsit, in this smooth discourse,
You told not, how Henry the fixth hath lost
All that which Henry the fifth hath gotten?
Methinks, these peers of France Thould imile at that.
But for the reit-You tell a pedigree
Of threescore and two years, a lilly time
To make prescription for a kingdom's worth.

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,
My elder brother, the lord Aubrey Vere,
Was done to death? and more than so, my father,
Even in the downfall of his mellow'd years,
When nature brought him to the door of death?
No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm,
This arm upholds the house of Lancaster.

War. And I the house of York.
K. Lew. Queen Margaret, prince Edward, and

Oxford,
Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand afide,
While I use further conference with Warwick.
Queen. Heavens grant, that Warwick's words
bewitch him not!

[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

That this his love was an eternal plant;
Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground,
The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's fun;
Exempt from envy, but not from disdain,
Unless the lady Bona quit his pain.
K. Lew. Now, filter, let us hear your

firm resolve, Bona. Your

grant,
or 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.

Queen

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