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K. Lew. Bat is he gracious in the people's eye?
K. Lew. Then further,--all dissembling set aside,
Such it seems,
K. Lew. Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.
Bona. Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine:
Prince. To Edward, but not to the English king.
Q. Mar. Deceitful Warwiek? it was thy device
K. Lew. And still is friend to him and Margaret:
War. Henry now lives in Scotland, at his ease;
Q. Mar. Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, Proud setter-up and puller-down of kings! [peace; 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 bird's of self-same feather.
[A Horn sounded within. K. Lew. Warwick, this is some post to us, or thee.
Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord ambassador, these letters are for you; Sent from your brother, marquis Montague. These from our king unto your majesty.-. And, madam, these for you; from whom, I know not.
[To Margaret. They all read their Letters. Oxf. I like it well, that our fair queen and mistress Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his. Prince. Nay, mark, how Lewis stamps as he were
nettled: I hope, all's for the best. K. Lew. Warwick, what are thy news? and yours, fair queen ?
(joys. Q. Mar. Mine, such as fill my heart with unhop'd War. Mine, full of sorrow and heart's discontent.
K. Lew. What! has your king married the lady And now, to sooth your forgery and his, [Grey? 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?
Q. Mar. I lold your majesty as much before: This proveth Edward's love, and Warwick's honesty.
War. 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 pass the abuse done to my niece? Did I impale him with the regal crown? Did I put Henry from his native right;
And am I guerdon'd at the last with shame? .
. to love;
War. 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 succour him : And as for Clarence,-as my letters tell me, He's 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 reveng'd, But by thy help to this distressed queen?
Q. Mar. Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry live, Unless thou rescue him from foul despair?
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 MargaTherefore, at last, I firmly am resolvid, [ret's. You shall have aid.
Q. Mar. Let me give humble thanks for all at once.
K. Lew. Then England's messenger, return in post;, And tell false Edward, thy supposed king, That I ewis of France is sending over maskers, To revel it with him and bis 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.
Q. Mar. Tell him, My mourning weeds are laid aside, And I am ready to put armour on.
Wer. Tell him from me, That he hath done me wrong;
But, Warwick, thou,
War. This shall assure my constant loyalty:-
Q. Mar. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion:-
Prince. Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it; And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand.
[He gives his Hand to Warwick. K. Lew. Wby stay we now? These soldiers shall be
[Exeunt all but Warwick.
SCENE I. London. A Room in the Palace. Enter GLOBTER, CLARENCE, SOMERSET, MONTAGUE,
and others. Glo. Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you Of this new marriage with the lady Grey? Hath not,our brother made a worthy choice?
Clar. Alas, you know, 'tis far from hence to France ; How could he stay till Warwick made return?
Som. My lords, forbear this talk; here comes the king, Flourish. Enter King EDWARD, attended; LADY GREY, as Queen; PEMBROKE, STAFFORD, HASTINGS, and others. . Glo. And his well-chosen bride. Clar. I mind to tell him plainly what I think. K. Edw. Now, brother of Clarence, how like you our
choice, That you stand pensive, as half malcontent? [wick;
Clar. As well as Lewis of France, or the earl of WarWhich are so weak of courage, and in judgment, That they'll take no offence at our abuse.