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No bending knee will call thee Cæsar now,
1 Keep. Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a
This is the quondam king; let's seize upon him. K. Hen. Let me embrace these our adversities;
For wise men say, it is the wisest course. 2 Keep. Why linger we? Let us lay hands upon him.
1 Keep. Forbear awhile; we'll hear a little
K. Hen. My queen, and son, are gone to
And, as I hear, the great commanding War-
K. Hen. More than I seem, and less than I
was born to:
A man at least, for less I should not be; And men may talk of kings, and why not I? 2 Keep. Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a king.
K. Hen. Why, so I am, in mind; and that's enough.
2 Keep. But, if thou be a king, where is thy
K. Hen. My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
Not deck'd with diamonds and Indian stones, Nor to be seen: my crown is call'd content; A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy.
2 Keep. Well, if you be a king crown'd with content, [tented Your crown content, and you, must be conTo go along with us: for, as we think, You are the king, king Edward hath depos'd; And we his subjects, sworn in all allegiance, Will apprehend you as his enemy.
K. Hen. But did you never swear, and break
Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear
And be you kings; command, and I'll obey.
K. Hen. So would you be again to Henry, If he were seated as king Edward is.
1 Keep. We charge you, in God's name, and in the king's,
To go with us unto the officers. K. Hen. In God's name, lead; your king's name be obey'd: [form; And what God will, then let your king perAnd what he will, I humbly yield unto.
SCENE II.-London.-A Room in the Palace. Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, CLARENCE, und Lady GREY.
K. Edw. Brother of Gloster, at Saint Albans' field
The lady's husband, Sir John Grey, was slain;
It were dishonour, to deny it her.
K. Edw. It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause.
Glo. Yea! is it so?
An if what pleases him, shall pleasure you. Fight, closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow.
Clar. I fear her not, unless she chance to fall.
JAside. Glo. God forbid that! for he'll take 'vanta[Aside.
K. Edw. How many children hast thou, widow? Tell me.
Clar. I think he means to beg a child of her. [Aside. Glo. Nay, whip me then; he'll rather give [Aside.
L. Grey. Three, my most gracious lord. Glo. You shall have four, if you'll be rul'd by him. [Aside.
K. Edw. "Twere pity, they should lose their father's land.
L. Grey. Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then.
K. Edw. Lords, give us leave; I'll try this widow's wit.
Glo. Ay, good leave* have you; for you will have leave, [crutch. Till youth take leave, and leave you to the [GLOSTER and CLARENCE retire to the other side.
K. Edw. Now tell me, madam, do you love your children?
L. Grey. Ay, full as dearly as I love myself. K. Edw. And would you not do much to do them good?
L. Grey. To do them good, I would sustain some harm.
K. Edw. Then get your husband's land, to do them good.
L. Grey. Therefore I came unto your majesty. K. Edw. I'll tell you how these lands are to be got.
L. Grey. So shall you bind me to your high
K. Edw. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask.
L. Grey. Why, then I will do what your grace commands.
Glo. He plies her hard; and much rain wears the marble. [Aside. Clar. As red as fire! Nay, then her wax must [Aside. L. Grey. Why stops my lord? Shall I not hear my task?
K. Edw. An easy task; 'tis but to love a king. L. Grey. That's soon perform'd, because I am a subject.
K. Edw. Why then, thy husband's lands I freely give thee.
L. Grey. I take my leave, with many thousand thanks.
Glo. The match is made; she seals it with a curt'sy. [Aside. K. Edw. But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I mean.
L. Grey. The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.
K. Edw. Ay, but, I fear me, in another
What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get? L. Grey. My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers;
That love, which virtue begs, and virtue grants. K. Edw. No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.
L. Grey. Why, then you mean not as I thought you did.
K. Edw. But now you partly may perceive my mind.
This phrase implies readiness of assent.
L. Grey. My mind will never grant what 1 perceive
Your highness aims at, if I aim aright. K. Edw. To tell thee plain, I am to lie with thee.
L. Grey. To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.
K. Edw. Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband's lands.
L. Grey. Why, then mine honesty shall be my dower;
For by that loss I will not purchase them. K. Edw. Therein thou wrong'st thy children mightily.
L. Grey. Herein your highness wrongs both them and me.
But, mighty lord, this merry inclination, Accords not with the sadness of my suit; Please you dismiss me, either with ay, or no. K. Edw. Ay; if thou wilt say ay, to my request:
No; if thou dost say no, to my demand.
Glo. The widow likes him not, she knits her
Clar. He is the bluntest wooer in Christen-
Her words do show her wit incomparable;
I am a subject fit to jest withal,
K. Edw. Sweet widow, by my state, I swear to thee,
I speak no more than what my soul intends; And that is to enjoy thee for my love.
L. Grey. And that is more than I will yield
I know, I am too mean to be your queen;
L. Grey. "Twill grieve your grace, my sons should call you-father.
K. Edw. No more, than when thy daughters call thee mother.
Thou art a widow, and thou hast some chil-
And, by God's mother, I, being but a bache-
[Aside Clar. When he was made a shriver, 'twas for shift. [Aside.
K. Edw. Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had.
Glo. The widow likes it not, for she looks sad. K. Edw. You'd think it strange, if I should marry her.
Clar. To whom, my lord?
K. Edw. Why, Clarence, to myself.
Clar. That's a day longer than a wonder
Glo. By so much is the wonder in extremes.
K. Edw. Well, jest on, brothers: I can tell | Seeking a way, and straying from the way; you both,
der suit is granted for her husband's lands.
Enter a NOBLEMAN.
Nob. My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken,
And brought your prisoner to your palace gate.
And go we, brothers, to the man that took him,
Not knowing how to find the open air,
And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
[Exeunt King EDWARD, Lady GREY, CLARENCE, and Lord.
Glo. Ay, Edward will use women honourably. [all, Would he were wasted, marrow, bones, and That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring,
To cross me from the golden time I look for!
Wishing his foot were equal with his eye; And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,
Saying he'll lade it dry to have his way:
SCENE III.-France.-A Room in the Palace.
Sit down with us; it ill befits thy state,
Q. Mar. No, mighty king of France; now
K. Lew. Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this deep despair?
Q. Mar. From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears,
And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd
K. Lew. Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself,
And sit thee by our side: yield not thy neck
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; Our people and our peers are both misled, Our treasure seiz'd, our soldiers put to flight, And, as thou see'st, ourselves in heavy plight.
Enter WARWICK, attended.
K. Lew. What's he, approacheth boldly to
Q. Mar. Our earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend.
K. Lew. Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France?
[Descending from his State, Queen MARGARET rises.
Q. Mar. Ay, now begins a second storm to rise;
For this is he, that moves both wind and tide.
Q. Mur. If that go forward, Henry's hope is done.
War. And, gracious madam, [To BONA.] in
our king's behalf,
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. Q. Mar. King Lewis, and lady Bona,hear me speak,
Before you answer Warwick. His demand Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest But from deceit, bred by necessity; [love, For how ean tyrants safely govern home, Unless abroad they purchase great alliance? To prove him tyrant, this reason may suffice, That Henry liveth still: but were he dead, Yet here prince Edward stands, king Henry's [marriage Look therefore, Lewis, that by this league and 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!
War. Because thy father Henry did usurp; And thou no more art prince, than she is
Oxf. Then Warwick disannuls great John of
Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain;
War. Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse,
You told not, how Henry the sixth hath lost All that which Henry the fifth had gotten? Methinks, these peers of France should smile
But for the rest,-You tell a pedigree
Whom thou obey'd'st thirty and six years,
Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree? For shame, leave Henry, and call Edward king.
Orf. Call him my king, by whose injurious
Was done to death? and more than so, my My elder brother, the lord Aubrey Vere, father,
Even in the downfall of his mellow'd years,
K. Lew. Queen Margaret, prince Edward, Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside. and Oxford, While I use further conference with Warwick. Q. Mar. Heaven grant, that Warwick's words bewitch him not!
[Retiring with the PRINCE and Oxford. K. Lew. Now, Warwick, tell me, even upor thy conscience,
Is Edward your true king? for I were loath, To link with him that were not lawful chosen. War. Thereon I pawn my credit and mine
K. Lew. But is he gracious in the people's
War. The more, that Henry was unfortunate. K. Lew. Then further,-all dissembling set aside,
Tell me for truth the measure of his love
War. Such it seems,
As may beseem a monarch like himself.
Exempt from envy, but not from disdain,
K. Lew. Now, sister, let us hear your firm
Bona. Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine:
[day, When I have heard your king's desert reYet I confess, [To WAR,] that often ere this
Mine ear hath tempted judgement to desire. K. Lew. Then, Warwick, thus,—Our sister
And now forthwith shall articles be drawn shall be Edward's; Touching the jointure that your king must make,
Draw near, queen Margaret; and be a wit Which with her dowry shall be counterpois'd:
That Bona shall be wife to the English king. Prince. To Edward, but not to the English king.
By this alliance to make void my suit; [vice Q. Mar. Deceitful Warwick! it was thy deBefore thy coming, Lewis was Henry's friend. K. Lew. And still is friend to him and Margaret:
* Malice, or hatred.
But if your title to the crown be weak,-
Where having nothing, nothing he can lose.
Q. Mar. Peace, impudent and shameless
Proud setter-up and puller-down of kings!
And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss,-
Q. Mar. Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate to love;
And I forgive and quite forget old faults,
K. Lew. Then England's messenger, return in post;
And tell false Edward, thy supposed king,-
Bona. Tell him, In hope he'll prove a widower shortly,
I'll wear the willow garland for his sake. Q. Mar. Tell him, My mourning weeds are laid aside,
And I am ready to put armour on.
War. Tell him from me, That he hath done
And therefore I'll uncrown him, ere't be long. There's thy reward; be gone. [Exit MESS. K. Lew. But, Warwick, thou, And Oxford, with five thousand men, Shall cross the seas, and bid false Edward battle:
And, as occasion serves, this noble queen And prince shall follow with a fresh supply. Yet, ere thou go, but answer me one doubt;What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty?
War. This shall assure my constant loyal