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And yet, between my soul's desire, and me, (The lustful Edward's title buried,) Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward, And all the unlook'd-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; 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-he'll lade it dry to have his way: So do I wish the crown, being so far off; And so I chide the means that keep' me from it; And so I say—I'll cut the causes off, Flattering me with impossibilities. My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens 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? I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap, And deck my 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 mother's womb: And, for I should not deal in her soft laws, She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe To shrink mine arm op like a wither'd shrub; 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 unlick'd bear-whelp, That carries no impression like the dam. And am I then a man to be belov'd? 0, monstrous fault, to harbonr such a thought! Then, since this earth affords no joy to me, But to command, to check, to o'erbear such As are of better person than myself, I'll make my heaven-to dream upon the crown;
And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell,
SCENE 111. FRANCE. A Room in the Palace. Flourish. Enter Lewis the French King, and LADY
BONA, attended; the King takes his State. Then
[Rising Sit down with us; it ill befits thy state, And birth, that thou shouldst stand, while Lewis doth
sit. Q. Mar. No, mighty king of France; now Margaret Must strike her sail, and learn awhile to serve,
Where kings command. I was, I must confess,
[tears, Q. Mar. From such a cause as fills mine eyes with And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares
K. Lew. Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself, And sit thee by our side: yield not thy neck
(Seats her by him. 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 eas’d, if Francé can yield relief. (thoughts,
Q. Mar. Those gracious words revive my drooping 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 forc'd 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 bath will to help, but cannot help; Our people and our peers are both misled, Our treasure seiz'd, our soldiers put to flight, And, as thou see'st, ourselves in heavy plight. [storm,
K. Lew. Renowned queen, with patience calm the While we bethink a means to break it off.
Q. Mar. The more we stay, the stronger grows our K. Lew. The more I stay, the more I'll succour thee..
Q. Mar. 0, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow: And see, where comes the breeder of my sorrow.
Enter WARWICK, attended. K. Lew. What's he, approacheth boldly to our presence?
[friend. Q. Mar. Our earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest K. Lew. Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings
thee to France?
[Descending from his State. Q. Margaret rises. Q. Mar. Ay, now begins a second storm to rise ; For this is he, that moves both wind and tide..
War. From worthy Edward, king of Albion,
Q. Mar. If that go forward, Henry's hope is done.
War. And, gracious madam, [To Bona] in our king's I am commanded, with your leave and favour, [behalf, Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart: Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears, Hath plac'd thy beauty's image, and thy virtue.
Q. Mar. King Lewis,-and lady Bona,-hear me Before you answer Warwick. His demand speak, 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. War. Injurious Margaret!
And why not queen?
War. Because thy father Henry did usurp; And thou no more art prince, than she is queen.
Orf. Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt, Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain; And, after Jobn 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.
War. Oxford, 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 sinile at that. Bat for the rest, ---You tell a pedigree Of threescore and two years; a silly time To make prescription for a kingdom's worth.
Oxf. Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy Whom thou obey'dst thirty and six years, [liege, And pot bewray thy treason with a blush?
War. Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right,
Oxf. Call him my king, by whose injurious doom
K. Lew. Queen Margaret, prince Edward, and
[Retiring with the Prince and Oxford. K. Lew. Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon thy
conscience, Is Edward your trae king? for I were loath, To link with him that were not lawful chosen.
War. Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour.