Queen. Warwick,

Thele Words have turn'd my Hate to Love,
And I forgive, and quite forget old Faults,
And joy that thou becom'ft King Henry's Friend.
War. So much his Friend, ay, his unfeigned Friend,
That if King Lewis vouchfate to furnish us
With fome few Bands of chofen Soldiers,
Ill undertake to Land them on our Coast,
And force the Tyrant from his Seat by War.
'Tis not his new-made Bride fhall fuccour him:
And as for Clarence, as my Letters tell me,
He's very likely now to fall from him,

For matching more for wanton Luft than Honour,
Or than for ftrength and fafety of our Country.
Bona. D.ar Brother, how thall Bona be reveng'd,
But by thy help to this diftreffed Queen ?

Queen. Renowned Prince, how fhall poor Henry live,
Unless thou refcue him from foul defpair?

Bona. My quarrel, and this English Queen's are one.
War. And mine, fair Lady Bona, joins with yours.

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.
K. Lew. Then England's Meffenger, return in Poft,
And tell falfe Edward, thy fuppofed King,

That Lewis of France, is finding over Maskers
To revel it with him, and his new Bride..

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 as occafion ferves, this Noble Queen

And Prince fhall follow with a fresh Supply,

Yet

Yet e'er thou go, but anfwer me one doubt:
What Pledge have we of thy firm Loyalty?
War. This fhall affure my conftant Loyalty,
That if our Queen and this young Prince agree,
I'll join my eldeft Daughter, and my Joy,
To him forthwith, in holy Wedlock Bands.
Queen. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your Motion.
Son Edward, the is Fair and Virtuous,
Therefore delay not, give thy Hand to Warwick,
And with thy Hand, thy Faith irrevocable,
That only Warwick's Daughter fhall be thine.
Prince. Yes, I accept her, for the well deferves it,
And here to pledge my Vow, I give my Hand.

[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 I return his fworn and mortal Foe:
Matters of Marriage was the charge he gave me,
But dreadful War fhall anfwer his demand.
Had he none elfe to make a ftale but me?
Then none but I, fhall turn his Jeft to Sorrow.
I was the Chief that rais'd him to the Crown,
And I'll be chief to bring him down again :
Not that I pity Henry's Mifery,

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?

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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.
K. Edw. Now, Brother of Clarence,

How like you our Choice,

That you ftand penfive as half Malecontent?
Clar. As well as Lewis of France,

Or the Earl of Warwick,

Which are fo weak of Courage, and in Judgment,
That they'll take no offence at our Abule.

K. Edw. Suppofe they take offence without a caufe:
They are but Lewis and Warwick, I am Edward,
Your King and Warwick's, and must have my will.

Glo. And you fhall have your will, because our King?
Yet hafty Marriage feldom provcth well.

K. Edw. Yes, Brother Richard, are you offended too?
Glo. Not I; no:

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,
For mocking him about the Marriage

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,
To give the Heir and Daughter of Lord Scales
Unto the Brother of your loving Bride;
She better would have fitted me or Clarence;
But in your Bride you bury Brotherhood.

Clar. Or elfe you would not have beftow'd the Heir
Of the Lord Bonvill on your new Wife's Son,
And leave your Brothers to go fpeed elfewhere.
K. Edw. Alas, poor Clarence; is it for a Wife
That thou art Malecontent? I will provide thee.
Clar. In chufing for your felf,

You fhew'd your Judgment;

Which being fhallow, you fhall give me leave
To play the Brother in mine own behalf;
And to that end, I fhortly mind to leave you.
K. Edw. Leaveme, or tarry, Edward will be King;
And not be ty'd unto his Brother's will.

La. Gray. My Lords, before it pleas'd his Majesty
To raife my State to Title of a Queen,
Do me but right, and you must all confefs,
That I was not ignoble of Defcent,

And meaner than my felf have had like fortune.
But as this Title honours me and mine,

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,
Uslefs they feek for hatred at my Hands:
Which if they do, yet will I keep thee fafe,
And they shall feel the Vengeance of my Wrath.
Go. I hear, yet fay not much, but think the more.

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:
Therefore, in brief, tell their Words,
As near as thou canst guess them.

What nfwer makes King Lewis unto our Letters ?
Pl. At my depart thefe were his very Words;
Go tell falte Edward, thy fuppofed King,

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.
But fay, is Warwick Friends with Margaret ?

Poft.