Queen. Warwick, Thele Words have turn'd my Hate to Love, For matching more for wanton Luft than Honour, Queen. Renowned Prince, how fhall poor Henry live, Bona. My quarrel, and this English Queen's are one. K. Lew. And mine, with hers, and thine, and Margaret's. Therefore at laft, I firmly am refolv'd You fhall have Aid. Queen. Let me give humble thanks for all at once. That Lewis of France, is finding over Maskers Thou feeft what's paft, go fear thy King withal. Bona. Tell him, in hopes he'll prove a Widower fhortly, I wear the Willow Garland for his fake. Queen. Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid afide, And I am ready to put Armor on. War. Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong, And therefore I'll Uncrown him e'er't be long. There's thy Reward, be gone. [Exit Poft. K. Lew. But Warwick, Thou and Oxford, with five thousand Men Sha'l crofs the Seas, and bid falfe Edward Batte! : And Prince fhall follow with a fresh Supply, Yet Yet e'er thou go, but anfwer me one doubt: [He gives his Hand to Warwick. K. Low. Why ftay we now? thefe Soldiers fhall 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 feck Revenge on Edward's Mockery. [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I. Glo Enter Gloucefter, Clarence, Somerfet and Montague. NOW 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 k ow, 'tis far from hence to France, How could he stay 'till Warwick made return? E 2 Som Som. My Lords, forbear this talk: Here comes the King Flourish. Enter King Edward, Lady Gray as Queen, Pembrook, Stafford, and Haftings: Four stand on one fide, and four on the other. Glo. And his well-chofen Bride. Clar. I mind to tell him plainly what I think. How like you our Choice, That you ftand penfive as half Malecontent? Or the Earl of Warwick, Which are fo weak of Courage, and in Judgment, K. Edw. Suppofe they take offence without a caufe: Glo. And you fhall have your will, because our King? K. Edw. Yes, Brother Richard, are you offended too? God forbid that I fhould wish them fever'd Whom God hath join'd together. Ay, and 'twere pity to funder them, That yoak fo well together. K. Edw. Setting your fcorns, and your mislike afide, Tell me fome Realon, 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, 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 devife? Mont. Yet to have join'd with France in fuch Alliance, Would more have ftrength'ned this our Commonwealth, Gainft foreign Storms, than any home-bred Marriage. Haft. Haft. Why, knows not Montague that of it felf England is fafe, if true within it felf? Mont. Yes, but the fafer, when 'tis back'd with France. Haft. 'Tis better ufing France, than trufting France. Let us be back'd with God, and with the Seas, Which he hath given for fence impregnable, And with their helps only defend our felves: In them, and in our felves, our fafety lyes. Clar. For this one Speech, 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 fhall ftand for Law. Glo. And yet methinks your Grace hath not done well, Clar. Or elfe you would not have beftow'd the Heir You fhew'd your Judgment; Which being fhallow, you fhall give me leave La. Gray. My Lords, before it pleas'd his Majesty And meaner than my felf have had like fortune. So your diflikes, to whom I would be pleafing, Do cloud my Joys with Danger, and with Sorrow. K. Edw. My Love, forbear to fawn upon their Frowns; What Danger, or what Sorrow can befall 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, Enter a Poft. K. Edw. Now Meffenger, what Letters, or what News from France? Poft. My Sovereign Liege, no Letters, and few Words, But fuch as I (without your fpecial pardon) Dare not relate. K. Edw. Go too, we pardon thee: What nfwer makes King Lewis unto our Letters ? That Lewis of France is fending over Maskers, To revel it with him, and his new Bride. K. Edw. Is Lewis fo brave? belike he thinks me Henry. But what faid Lady Bona to my Marriage? Poft. Thefe were her Words, utter'd with mild Disdain: Tell him, in hope he'll prove a Widower shortly, I'll wear the Willow Garland for his fake. K. Edw. I blame not her, she could fay little less; She had the wrong. But what faid Henry's Queen? For fo I heard that he was there in place, Poft. Tell him (quoth fhe) My mourning Weeds are done, And I am ready to put Armour on. K. Edw. Belike he means to play the Amazon. But what faid Warwick to thefe Injuries? Poft. He, more incens'd against your Majefty Than all the reft, difcharg'd me with thefe Words; Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong, And therefore I'll uncrown him e'er't be long. K. Edu. Ha? durft the Traitor breathe out fo proud Well, I will arm me, being thus fore-warn'd: [Words? They fhall have Wars, and pay for their Prefumption. Poft. |