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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 |
Usurps the regal title and the seat |
Of England's true-anointed lawful king. |
This is the cause that I, poor Margaret, |
With 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; |
Our people and our peers are both misled, |
Our treasures seized, our soldiers put to flight, |
And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight. |
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, thy fair sister, |
To England's king in lawful marriage. |
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 liveth still: but were he dead, |
Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry's son. |
Look, therefore, Lewis, that by this league and marriage |
Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour; |
For though usurpers sway the rule awhile, |
Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs. |
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: |
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