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LADY GREY: My mind will never grant what I perceive Your highness aims at, if I aim aright.
KING EDWARD IV: To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.
LADY GREY: To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.
KING EDWARD IV: Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband's lands.
LADY GREY: Why, then mine honesty shall be my dower; For by that loss I will not purchase them.
KING EDWARD IV: Therein thou wrong'st thy children mightily.
LADY 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.'
KING EDWARD IV: Ay, if thou wilt say 'ay' to my request; No if thou dost say 'no' to my demand.
LADY GREY: Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an end.
GLOUCESTER:
CLARENCE:
KING EDWARD IV:
LADY GREY: 'Tis better said than done, my gracious lord: I am a subject fit to jest withal, But far unfit to be a sovereign.
KING EDWARD IV: 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.
LADY GREY: And that is more than I will yield unto: I know I am too mean to be your queen, And yet too good to be your concubine.
KING EDWARD IV: You cavil, widow: I did mean, my queen.
LADY GREY: 'Twill grieve your grace my sons should call you father.
KING EDWARD IV: No more than when my daughters call thee mother. Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children; And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor, Have other some: why, 'tis a happy thing To be the father unto many sons. Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen.
GLOUCESTER:
CLARENCE:
KING EDWARD IV: Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had.
GLOUCESTER: The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.
KING EDWARD IV: You'll think it strange if I should marry her.
CLARENCE: To whom, my lord?
KING EDWARD IV: Why, Clarence, to myself.
GLOUCESTER: That would be ten days' wonder at the least.
CLARENCE: That's a day longer than a wonder lasts.
GLOUCESTER: By so much is the wonder in extremes.
KING EDWARD IV: Well, jest on, brothers: I can tell you both Her suit is granted for her husband's lands.
Nobleman: My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken, And brought your prisoner to your palace gate.
KING EDWARD IV: See that he be convey'd unto the Tower: And go we, brothers, to the man that took him, To question of his apprehension. Widow, go you along. Lords, use her honourably.
GLOUCESTER: Ay, Edward will use women honourably. Would he were wasted, marrow, bones and all, That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring, To cross me from the golden time I look for! And yet, between my soul's desire and me-- The lustful Edward's title buried-- Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward, And a...
KING LEWIS XI: Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret, Sit down with us: it ill befits thy state And birth, that thou shouldst stand while Lewis doth sit.
QUEEN MARGARET: No, mighty King of France: now Margaret Must strike her sail and learn awhile to serve Where kings command. I was, I must confess, Great Albion's queen in former golden days: But now mischance hath trod my title down, And with dishonour laid me on the ground; Where I must take like seat unto my fortune,...
KING LEWIS XI: Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this deep despair?
QUEEN MARGARET: From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares.
KING LEWIS XI: Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself, And sit thee by our side: Yield not thy neck 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 eased, if France can yield relief.
QUEEN MARGARET: Those gracious words revive my drooping thoughts And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak. Now, therefore, be it known to noble Lewis, That Henry, sole possessor of my love, Is of a king become a banish'd man, And forced to live in Scotland a forlorn; While proud ambitious Edward Duke of York Usur...
KING LEWIS XI: Renowned queen, with patience calm the storm, While we bethink a means to break it off.
QUEEN MARGARET: The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe.
KING LEWIS XI: The more I stay, the more I'll succor thee.
QUEEN MARGARET: O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow. And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow!
KING LEWIS XI: What's he approacheth boldly to our presence?
QUEEN MARGARET: Our Earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend.
KING LEWIS XI: Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France?
QUEEN MARGARET: Ay, now begins a second storm to rise; For this is he that moves both wind and tide.
WARWICK: 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 a nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant That virtuous Lady Bona, th...
QUEEN MARGARET:
WARWICK:
QUEEN MARGARET: King Lewis and Lady Bona, hear me speak, Before you answer Warwick. His demand Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love, But from deceit bred by necessity; For how can tyrants safely govern home, Unless abroad they purchase great alliance? To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice, That Henry ...
WARWICK: Injurious Margaret!
PRINCE EDWARD: And why not queen?
WARWICK: Because thy father Henry did usurp; And thou no more are prince than she is queen.
OXFORD: Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt, Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain; And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth, Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest; And, after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth, Who by his prowess conquered all France: From these our Henry lineally descends.
WARWICK: Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse, You told not how Henry the Sixth hath lost All that which Henry Fifth had gotten? Methinks these peers of France should smile at that. But for the rest, you tell a pedigree Of threescore and two years; a silly time To make prescription for a kingdom's worth.
OXFORD: Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege, Whom thou obeyed'st thirty and six years, And not bewray thy treason with a blush?
WARWICK: Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right, Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree? For shame! leave Henry, and call Edward king.
OXFORD: Call him my king by whose 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.
WARWICK: And I the house of York.
KING LEWIS XI: Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford, Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside, While I use further conference with Warwick.
QUEEN MARGARET: Heavens grant that Warwick's words bewitch him not!
KING LEWIS XI: Now Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience, Is Edward your true king? for I were loath To link with him that were not lawful chosen.
WARWICK: Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour.
KING LEWIS XI: But is he gracious in the people's eye?
WARWICK: The more that Henry was unfortunate.
KING LEWIS XI: Then further, all dissembling set aside, Tell me for truth the measure of his love Unto our sister Bona.
WARWICK: Such it seems As may beseem a monarch like himself. Myself have often heard him say and swear 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 sun, Exempt from envy, but not from disdain, Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain.
KING LEWIS XI: Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.
BONA: Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine: Yet I confess that often ere this day, When I have heard your king's desert recounted, Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire.
KING LEWIS XI: Then, Warwick, thus: 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 counterpoised. Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness That Bona shall be wife to the English king.
PRINCE EDWARD: To Edward, but not to the English king.
QUEEN MARGARET: Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device By this alliance to make void my suit: Before thy coming Lewis was Henry's friend.
KING LEWIS XI: 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 released From giving aid which late I promised. Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand That your estate requires and mine can yield.
WARWICK: Henry now lives in Scotland at his ease, Where having nothing, nothing can he lose. And as for you yourself, our quondam queen, You have a father able to maintain you; And better 'twere you troubled him than France.
QUEEN MARGARET: Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, peace, Proud setter up and puller down of kings! I will not hence, till, with my talk and tears, Both full of truth, I make King Lewis behold Thy sly conveyance and thy lord's false love; For both of you are birds of selfsame feather.
KING LEWIS XI: Warwick, this is some post to us or thee.
Post:
OXFORD: I like it well that our fair queen and mistress Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his.
PRINCE EDWARD: Nay, mark how Lewis stamps, as he were nettled: I hope all's for the best.
KING LEWIS XI: Warwick, what are thy news? and yours, fair queen?
QUEEN MARGARET: Mine, such as fill my heart with unhoped joys.
WARWICK: Mine, full of sorrow and heart's discontent.
KING LEWIS XI: What! has your king married the Lady Grey! And now, to soothe your forgery and his, Sends me a paper to persuade me patience? Is this the alliance that he seeks with France? Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?
QUEEN MARGARET: I told your majesty as much before: This proveth Edward's love and Warwick's honesty.
WARWICK: King Lewis, I here protest, in sight of heaven, And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss, That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's, No more my king, for he dishonours me, But most himself, if he could see his shame. Did I forget that by the house of York My father came untimely to his death? Did I let pas...
QUEEN MARGARET: Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate to love; And I forgive and quite forget old faults, And joy that thou becomest King Henry's friend.
WARWICK: So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend, That, if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us With some few bands of chosen soldiers, I'll undertake to land them on our coast And force the tyrant from his seat by war. 'Tis not his new-made bride shall succor him: And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me, He's ve...
BONA: Dear brother, how shall Bona be revenged But by thy help to this distressed queen?
QUEEN MARGARET: Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry live, Unless thou rescue him from foul despair?
BONA: My quarrel and this English queen's are one.
WARWICK: And mine, fair lady Bona, joins with yours.
KING LEWIS XI: And mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret's. Therefore at last I firmly am resolved You shall have aid.
QUEEN MARGARET: Let me give humble thanks for all at once.
KING LEWIS XI: Then, England's messenger, return in post, And tell false Edward, thy supposed king, That Lewis of France is sending over masquers To revel it with him and his new bride: Thou seest what's past, go fear thy king withal.
BONA: Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly, I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.
QUEEN MARGARET: Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid aside, And I am ready to put armour on.
WARWICK: Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong, And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long. There's thy reward: be gone.
KING LEWIS XI: 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?
WARWICK: This shall assure my constant loyalty, That if our queen and this young prince agree, I'll join mine eldest daughter and my joy To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands.
QUEEN MARGARET: Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion. Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous, Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick; And, with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable, That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine.