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twg_000000019500 | thy sceptre wrung from thee, Thy balm washed off wherewith thou wast anointed. No bending knee will call thee Caesar now, No humble suitors press to speak for right, No, not a man comes for redress of thee; For how can I help them and not myself? KEEPER. Ay, heres a deer whose skins a keepers fee. This is the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019501 | quondam king; lets seize upon him. KING HENRY. Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, For wise men say it is the wisest course. KEEPER. Why linger we? Let us lay hands upon him. KEEPER. Forbear awhile; well hear a little more. KING HENRY. My queen and son are gone to France for aid; And, as I hear, the great commanding | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019502 | Warwick Is thither gone to crave the French Kings sister To wife for Edward. If this news be true, Poor queen and son, your labour is but lost, For Warwick is a subtle orator, And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words. By this account, then, Margaret may win him, For shes a woman to be pitied much. Her | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019503 | sighs will make a battry in his breast, Her tears will pierce into a marble heart; The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn, And Nero will be tainted with remorse To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears. Ay, but shes come to beg, Warwick to give; She on his left side craving aid for Henry; He | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019504 | on his right asking a wife for Edward. She weeps and says her Henry is deposed; He smiles and says his Edward is installed; That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more; Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong, Inferreth arguments of mighty strength, And in conclusion wins the King from her With promise of his sister, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019505 | and what else, To strengthen and support King Edwards place. O Margaret, thus twill be; and thou, poor soul, Art then forsaken, as thou wentst forlorn. KEEPER. Say, what art thou, that talkst of kings and queens? KING HENRY. More than I seem, and less than I was born to: A man at least, for less I should not be; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019506 | And men may talk of kings, and why not I? KEEPER. Ay, but thou talkst as if thou wert a king. KING HENRY. Why, so I am, in mind; and thats enough. KEEPER. But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown? KING HENRY. My crown is in my heart, not on my head; Not decked with diamonds and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019507 | Indian stones, Not to be seen. My crown is called content; A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy. KEEPER. Well, if you be a king crowned with content, Your crown content and you must be contented To go along with us; for, as we think, You are the king King Edward hath deposed; And we his subjects, sworn in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019508 | all allegiance, Will apprehend you as his enemy. KING HENRY. But did you never swear, and break an oath? KEEPER. No, never such an oath; nor will not now. KING HENRY. Where did you dwell when I was King of England? KEEPER. Here in this country, where we now remain. KING HENRY. I was anointed king at nine months old; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019509 | My father and my grandfather were kings, And you were sworn true subjects unto me. And tell me, then, have you not broke your oaths? KEEPER. No, for we were subjects but while you were king. KING HENRY. Why, am I dead? Do I not breathe a man? Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear. Look, as I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019510 | blow this feather from my face, And as the air blows it to me again, Obeying with my wind when I do blow, And yielding to another when it blows, Commanded always by the greater gust, Such is the lightness of you common men. But do not break your oaths; for of that sin My mild entreaty shall not make | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019511 | you guilty. Go where you will, the King shall be commanded; And be you kings; command, and Ill obey. KEEPER. We are true subjects to the King, King Edward. KING HENRY. So would you be again to Henry If he were seated as King Edward is. KEEPER. We charge you, in Gods name and the Kings To go with us | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019512 | unto the officers. KING HENRY. In Gods name, lead; your kings name be obeyed, And what God will, that let your king perform; And what he will, I humbly yield unto. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. The Palace Enter King Edward, Richard (Duke of Gloucester), George (Duke of Clarence) and Lady Grey. KING EDWARD. Brother of Gloucester, at Saint Albans field This | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019513 | ladys husband, Sir John Grey, was slain, His land then seized on by the conqueror. Her suit is now to repossess those lands, Which we in justice cannot well deny, Because in quarrel of the house of York The worthy gentleman did lose his life. RICHARD. Your Highness shall do well to grant her suit; It were dishonour to deny | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019514 | it her. KING EDWARD. It were no less; but yet Ill make a pause. RICHARD. [_Aside to George_.] Yea, is it so? I see the lady hath a thing to grant Before the King will grant her humble suit. GEORGE. [_Aside to Richard_.] He knows the game; how true he keeps the wind! RICHARD. [_Aside to George_.] Silence! KING EDWARD. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019515 | Widow, we will consider of your suit, And come some other time to know our mind. LADY GREY. Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay. May it please your Highness to resolve me now, And what your pleasure is shall satisfy me. RICHARD. [_Aside to George_.] Ay, widow? Then Ill warrant you all your lands, An if what pleases him | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019516 | shall pleasure you. Fight closer, or, good faith, youll catch a blow. GEORGE. [_Aside to Richard_.] I fear her not, unless she chance to fall. RICHARD. [_Aside to George_.] God forbid that, for hell take vantages. KING EDWARD. How many children hast thou, widow? Tell me. GEORGE. [_Aside to Richard_.] I think he means to beg a child of her. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019517 | RICHARD. [_Aside to George_.] Nay, whip me then; hell rather give her two. LADY GREY. Three, my most gracious lord. RICHARD. [_Aside to George_.] You shall have four if youll be ruled by him. KING EDWARD. Twere pity they should lose their fathers lands. LADY GREY. Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then. KING EDWARD. Lords, give us leave; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019518 | Ill try this widows wit. RICHARD. [_Aside to George_.] Ay, good leave have you; for you will have leave Till youth take leave and leave you to the crutch. [_Richard and George stand aside._] KING EDWARD. Now tell me, madam, do you love your children? LADY GREY. Ay, full as dearly as I love myself. KING EDWARD. And would you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019519 | not do much to do them good? LADY GREY. To do them good I would sustain some harm. KING EDWARD. Then get your husbands lands to do them good. LADY GREY. Therefore I came unto your majesty. KING EDWARD. Ill tell you how these lands are to be got. LADY GREY. So shall you bind me to your Highness service. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019520 | KING EDWARD. What service wilt thou do me if I give them? LADY GREY. What you command that rests in me to do. KING EDWARD. But you will take exceptions to my boon. LADY GREY. No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it. KING EDWARD. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask. LADY GREY. Why, then, I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019521 | will do what your Grace commands. RICHARD. [_Aside to George_.] He plies her hard; and much rain wears the marble. GEORGE. [_Aside to Richard_.] As red as fire! Nay, then her wax must melt. LADY GREY. Why stops my lord? Shall I not hear my task? KING EDWARD. An easy task; tis but to love a king. LADY GREY. Thats | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019522 | soon performed, because I am a subject. KING EDWARD. Why, then, thy husbands lands I freely give thee. LADY GREY. I take my leave with many thousand thanks. RICHARD. [_Aside to George_.] The match is made; she seals it with a curtsy. KING EDWARD. But stay thee; tis the fruits of love I mean. LADY GREY. The fruits of love | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019523 | I mean, my loving liege. KING EDWARD. Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense. What love, thinkst thou, I sue so much to get? LADY GREY. My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers; That love which virtue begs, and virtue grants. KING EDWARD. No, by my troth, I did not mean such love. LADY GREY. Why, then, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019524 | you mean not as I thought you did. KING EDWARD. But now you partly may perceive my mind. LADY GREY. My mind will never grant what I perceive Your Highness aims at, if I aim aright. KING EDWARD. To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee. LADY GREY. To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019525 | KING EDWARD. Why, then thou shalt not have thy husbands lands. LADY GREY. Why, then mine honesty shall be my dower, For by that loss I will not purchase them. KING EDWARD. Therein thou wrongst 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019526 | my suit. Please you dismiss me either with ay or no. KING EDWARD. 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. RICHARD. [_Aside to George_.] The widow likes him not, she knits her brows. GEORGE. [_Aside to Richard_.] | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019527 | He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom. KING EDWARD. [_Aside_.] Her looks doth argue her replete with modesty; Her words doth show her wit incomparable; All her perfections challenge sovereignty. One way or other, she is for a king, And she shall be my love, or else my queen. Say that King Edward take thee for his queen? LADY GREY. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019528 | 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. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019529 | will yield unto. I know I am too mean to be your queen, And yet too good to be your concubine. KING EDWARD. You cavil, widow; I did mean my queen. LADY GREY. Twill grieve your Grace my sons should call you father. KING EDWARD. No more than when my daughters call thee mother. Thou art a widow, and thou | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019530 | hast some children; And, by Gods 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. RICHARD. [_Aside to George_.] The ghostly father now hath done his shrift. GEORGE. [_Aside to Richard_.] When he was made a shriver, twas for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019531 | shift. KING EDWARD. Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had. Richard and George come forward. RICHARD. The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad. KING EDWARD. Youd think it strange if I should marry her. GEORGE. To whom, my lord? KING EDWARD. Why, Clarence, to myself. RICHARD. That would be ten days wonder at the least. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019532 | GEORGE. Thats a day longer than a wonder lasts. RICHARD. By so much is the wonder in extremes. KING EDWARD. Well, jest on, brothers. I can tell you both Her suit is granted for her husbands lands. Enter a Nobleman. NOBLEMAN. My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken, And brought your prisoner to your palace gate. KING EDWARD. See | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019533 | that he be conveyed 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. [_Exeunt all but Richard._] RICHARD. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019534 | me from the golden time I look for! And yet, between my souls desire and me The lustful Edwards title buried Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward, And all the unlooked-for issue of their bodies, To take their rooms ere I can place myself. A cold premeditation for my purpose! Why then I do but dream on sovereignty; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019535 | Like one that stands upon a promontory And spies a far-off shore where he would tread, Wishing his foot were equal with his eye, And chides the sea that sunders him from thence, Saying hell lade it dry to have his way. So do I wish the crown, being so far off, And so I chide the means that keeps | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019536 | me from it; And so I say Ill cut the causes off, Flattering me with impossibilities. My eyes too quick, my heart oerweens too much, Unless my hand and strength could equal them. Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard, What other pleasure can the world afford? Ill make my heaven in a ladys lap, And deck my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019537 | body in gay ornaments, And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks. O miserable thought, and more unlikely Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns. Why, Love forswore me in my mothers womb, And, for I should not deal in her soft laws, She did corrupt frail Nature with some bribe To shrink mine arm up like a withered shrub; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019538 | To make an envious mountain on my back, Where sits Deformity to mock my body; To shape my legs of an unequal size; To disproportion me in every part, Like to a chaos, or an unlicked bear-whelp That carries no impression like the dam. And am I then a man to be beloved? O monstrous fault to harbour such a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019539 | thought! Then, since this earth affords no joy to me But to command, to check, to oerbear such As are of better person than myself, Ill make my heaven to dream upon the crown, And, whiles I live, t account this world but hell Until my misshaped trunk that bear this head Be round impaled with a glorious crown. And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019540 | yet I know not how to get the crown, For many lives stand between me and home; And I, like one lost in a thorny wood, That rents the thorns, and is rent with the thorns, Seeking a way, and straying from the way, Not knowing how to find the open air, But toiling desperately to find it out, Torment | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019541 | myself to catch the English crown. And from that torment I will free myself, Or hew my way out with a bloody axe. Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile, And cry Content! to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions. Ill drown more sailors than | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019542 | the mermaid shall, Ill slay more gazers than the basilisk; Ill play the orator as well as Nestor, Deceive more slyly than Ulysses could, And, like a Sinon, take another Troy. I can add colours to the chameleon, Change shapes with Proteus for advantages, And set the murderous Machiavel to school. Can I do this, and cannot get a crown? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019543 | Tut, were it farther off, Ill pluck it down. [_Exit._] SCENE III. France. The Kings Palace Flourish. Enter Lewis, the French King, his sister the Lady Bona, his Admiral called Bourbon, Prince Edward, Queen Margaret, and the Earl of Oxford. Lewis sits, and riseth up again. KING LEWIS. Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret, Sit down with us. It ill | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019544 | 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 Albions queen in former golden days; But now mischance hath trod my title down And with dishonour laid me on | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019545 | the ground, Where I must take like seat unto my fortune And to my humble seat conform myself. KING LEWIS. 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 drowned in cares. KING LEWIS. Whateer it be, be thou still like | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019546 | thyself, And sit thee by our side. Yield not thy neck [_Seats her by him._] To Fortunes 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019547 | 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 banished man And forced to live in Scotland a forlorn; While proud ambitious Edward, Duke of York, Usurps the regal title and the seat Of Englands true-anointed lawful king. This is the cause that I, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019548 | poor Margaret, With this my son, Prince Edward, Henrys 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 treasure seized, our soldiers put to flight, And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019549 | plight. KING LEWIS. 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. The more I stay, the more Ill succour thee. QUEEN MARGARET. O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow. And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow. Enter | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019550 | Warwick. KING LEWIS. Whats he approacheth boldly to our presence? QUEEN MARGARET. Our Earl of Warwick, Edwards greatest friend. KING LEWIS. Welcome, brave Warwick. What brings thee to France? [_He descends. Queen Margaret rises._] 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019551 | 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 nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister, To Englands king in lawful marriage. QUEEN | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019552 | MARGARET. [_Aside_.] If that go forward, Henrys hope is done. WARWICK. [_To Bona_.] And, gracious madam, in our kings behalf, I am commanded, with your leave and favour, Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue To tell the passion of my sovereigns heart, Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears, Hath placed thy beautys image and thy | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019553 | virtue. QUEEN MARGARET. King Lewis and Lady Bona, hear me speak Before you answer Warwick. His demand Springs not from Edwards 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019554 | here Prince Edward stands, King Henrys 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 art | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019555 | 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019556 | 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 at that. But for the rest: you tell a pedigree Of threescore and two years, a silly time To make prescription for a kingdoms worth. OXFORD. Why, Warwick, canst | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019557 | thou speak against thy liege, Whom thou obeyedst 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019558 | done to death? And more than so, my father, Even in the downfall of his mellowed 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. Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford, Vouchsafe at our request | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019559 | to stand aside While I use further conference with Warwick. [_They stand aloof._] QUEEN MARGARET. Heavens grant that Warwicks words bewitch him not! KING LEWIS. 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. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019560 | KING LEWIS. But is he gracious in the peoples eye? WARWICK. The more that Henry was unfortunate. KING LEWIS. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019561 | love was an eternal plant, Whereof the root was fixed in virtues ground, The leaves and fruit maintained with beautys sun, Exempt from envy, but not from disdain, Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain. KING LEWIS. Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve. BONA. Your grant or your denial shall be mine. [_To Warwick_] Yet I confess that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019562 | often ere this day, When I have heard your kings desert recounted, Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire. KING LEWIS. Then, Warwick, thus: our sister shall be Edwards. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019563 | 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 Henrys friend. KING LEWIS. And still is friend to him and Margaret. But if your title to the crown be weak, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019564 | As may appear by Edwards 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019565 | 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, 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 lords false | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019566 | love; For both of you are birds of selfsame feather. [_Post blowing a horn within._] KING LEWIS. Warwick, this is some post to us or thee. Enter the Post. POST. My lord ambassador, these letters are for you. Sent from your brother, Marquess Montague. These from our king unto your Majesty. And, madam, these for you, from whom I know | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019567 | not. [_They all read their letters._] 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 alls for the best. KING LEWIS. Warwick, what are thy news? And yours, fair Queen? QUEEN MARGARET. Mine, such as fill | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019568 | my heart with unhoped joys. WARWICK. Mine, full of sorrow and hearts discontent. KING LEWIS. 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 th alliance that he seeks with France? Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner? QUEEN MARGARET. I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019569 | told your majesty as much before; This proveth Edwards love and Warwicks 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 Edwards No more my king, for he dishonours me, But most himself, if he could see his shame. Did I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019570 | forget that by the house of York My father came untimely to his death? Did I let pass th abuse done to my niece? Did I impale him with the regal crown? Did I put Henry from his native right? And am I guerdoned at the last with shame? Shame on himself, for my desert is honour; And to repair | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019571 | my honour lost for him, I here renounce him and return to Henry. My noble Queen, let former grudges pass, And henceforth I am thy true servitor. I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona, And replant Henry in his former state. QUEEN MARGARET. Warwick, these words have turned my hate to love; And I forgive and quite forget old | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019572 | faults, And joy that thou becomst King Henrys 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, Ill undertake to land them on our coast And force the tyrant from his seat by war. Tis not his new-made bride shall succour him; And as | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019573 | for Clarence, as my letters tell me, Hes very likely now to fall from him For matching more for wanton lust than honour, Or than for strength and safety of our country. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019574 | him from foul despair? BONA. My quarrel and this English queens are one. WARWICK. And mine, fair Lady Bona, joins with yours. KING LEWIS. And mine with hers, and thine, and Margarets. Therefore, at last I firmly am resolved You shall have aid. QUEEN MARGARET. Let me give humble thanks for all at once. KING LEWIS. Then, Englands messenger, return | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019575 | in post And tell false Edward, thy supposed king, That Lewis of France is sending over maskers To revel it with him and his new bride. Thou seest whats past; go fear thy king withal. BONA. Tell him, in hope hell prove a widower shortly, Ill wear the willow garland for his sake. QUEEN MARGARET. Tell him my mourning weeds | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019576 | are laid aside, And I am ready to put armour on. WARWICK. Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong, And therefore Ill uncrown him ere t be long. Theres thy reward; be gone. [_Exit Post._] KING LEWIS. But, Warwick, Thou and Oxford, with five thousand men, Shall cross the seas and bid false Edward battle; And, as | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019577 | 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, Ill join mine eldest daughter and my joy To him forthwith in holy wedlock | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019578 | 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 Warwicks daughter shall be thine. PRINCE EDWARD. Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it; And here, to pledge my vow, I give | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019579 | my hand. [_He gives his hand to Warwick._] KING LEWIS. Why stay we now? These soldiers shall be levied, And thou, Lord Bourbon, our High Admiral, Shall waft them over with our royal fleet. I long till Edward fall by wars mischance For mocking marriage with a dame of France. [_Exeunt all but Warwick._] WARWICK. I came from Edward as | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019580 | ambassador, But I return his sworn and mortal foe. Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me, But dreadful war shall answer his demand. Had he none else to make a stale but me? Then none but I shall turn his jest to sorrow. I was the chief that raised him to the crown, And Ill be chief to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019581 | bring him down again: Not that I pity Henrys misery, But seek revenge on Edwards mockery. [_Exit._] ACT IV SCENE I. London. The Palace Enter Richard (Duke of Gloucester), George (Duke of Clarence), Somerset and Montague. RICHARD. Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you Of this new marriage with the Lady Grey? Hath not our brother made a worthy | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019582 | choice? GEORGE. Alas, you know tis far from hence to France! How could he stay till Warwick made return? SOMERSET. My lords, forbear this talk; here comes the King. Flourish. Enter King Edward, attended; Lady Grey as Queen Elizabeth; Pembroke, Stafford, Hastings and others. Four stand on one side, and four on the other. RICHARD. And his well-chosen bride. GEORGE. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019583 | I mind to tell him plainly what I think. KING EDWARD. Now, brother of Clarence, how like you our choice, That you stand pensive as half malcontent? GEORGE. As well as Lewis of France or the Earl of Warwick, Which are so weak of courage and in judgment That theyll take no offence at our abuse. KING EDWARD. Suppose they | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019584 | take offence without a cause, They are but Lewis and Warwick; I am Edward, Your King and Warwicks, and must have my will. RICHARD. And shall have your will, because our King. Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well. KING EDWARD. Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too? RICHARD. Not I. No, God forbid that I should wish them severed Whom | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019585 | God hath joined together. Ay, and twere pity To sunder them that yoke so well together. KING EDWARD. Setting your scorns and your mislike aside, Tell me some reason why the Lady Grey Should not become my wife and Englands queen. And you too, Somerset and Montague, Speak freely what you think. GEORGE. Then this is mine opinion: that King | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019586 | Lewis Becomes your enemy for mocking him About the marriage of the Lady Bona. RICHARD. And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge, Is now dishonoured by this new marriage. KING EDWARD. What if both Lewis and Warwick be appeased By such invention as I can devise? MONTAGUE. Yet to have joined with France in such alliance Would more have | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019587 | strengthened this our commonwealth Gainst foreign storms than any home-bred marriage. HASTINGS. Why, knows not Montague that of itself England is safe, if true within itself? MONTAGUE. But the safer when tis backed with France. HASTINGS. Tis better using France than trusting France. Let us be backed with God and with the seas Which He hath givn for fence impregnable, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019588 | And with their helps only defend ourselves. In them and in ourselves our safety lies. GEORGE. For this one speech Lord Hastings well deserves To have the heir of the Lord Hungerford. KING EDWARD. Ay, what of that? It was my will and grant; And for this once my will shall stand for law. RICHARD. And yet, methinks, your Grace | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019589 | 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. GEORGE. Or else you would not have bestowed the heir Of the Lord Bonville on your new wifes son, And leave your brothers to go | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019590 | speed elsewhere. KING EDWARD. Alas, poor Clarence, is it for a wife That thou art malcontent? I will provide thee. GEORGE. In choosing for yourself you showed your judgment, Which being shallow, you shall give me leave To play the broker in mine own behalf; And to that end I shortly mind to leave you. KING EDWARD. Leave me or | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019591 | tarry, Edward will be king, And not be tied unto his brothers will. QUEEN ELIZABETH. My lords, before it pleased his Majesty To raise my state to title of a queen, Do me but right, and you must all confess That I was not ignoble of descent, And meaner than myself have had like fortune. But as this title honours | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019592 | me and mine, So your dislikes, to whom I would be pleasing, Doth cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow. KING EDWARD. My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns. What danger or what sorrow can befall thee So long as Edward is thy constant friend And their true sovereign, whom they must obey? Nay, whom they shall obey, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019593 | and love thee too, Unless they seek for hatred at my hands; Which if they do, yet will I keep thee safe, And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath. RICHARD. [_Aside_.] I hear, yet say not much, but think the more. Enter a Post. KING EDWARD. Now, messenger, what letters or what news From France? POST. My sovereign | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019594 | liege, no letters, and few words, But such as I, without your special pardon, Dare not relate. KING EDWARD. Go to, we pardon thee. Therefore, in brief, Tell me their words as near as thou canst guess them. What answer makes King Lewis unto our letters? POST. At my depart these were his very words: Go tell false Edward, thy | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019595 | supposed king, That Lewis of France is sending over maskers To revel it with him and his new bride. KING EDWARD. Is Lewis so brave? Belike he thinks me Henry. But what said Lady Bona to my marriage? POST. These were her words, uttered with mild disdain: Tell him, in hope hell prove a widower shortly, Ill wear the willow | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019596 | garland for his sake. KING EDWARD. I blame not her; she could say little less; She had the wrong. But what said Henrys queen? For I have heard that she was there in place. POST. Tell him, quoth she my mourning weeds are done, And I am ready to put armour on. KING EDWARD. Belike she minds to play the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019597 | Amazon. But what said Warwick to these injuries? POST. He, more incensed against your Majesty Than all the rest, discharged me with these words: Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong, And therefore Ill uncrown him ere t be long. KING EDWARD. Ha! Durst the traitor breathe out so proud words? Well, I will arm me, being | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019598 | thus forewarned. They shall have wars and pay for their presumption. But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret? POST. Ay, gracious sovereign, they are so linked in friendship That young Prince Edward marries Warwicks daughter. GEORGE. Belike the elder; Clarence will have the younger. Now, brother king, farewell, and sit you fast, For I will hence to Warwicks other daughter; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000019599 | That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage I may not prove inferior to yourself. You that love me and Warwick, follow me. [_Exit George and Somerset follows._] RICHARD. [_Aside_.] Not I. My thoughts aim at a further matter; I stay not for the love of Edward, but the crown. KING EDWARD. Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick! | 60 | gutenberg |
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