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Rich.Thou didstlove York, and Iamson to York.
Edw. Thou pitied's Rutland, I will pity thee.
Cla. Where's captain Margaret, to fence you
now * [wast wont.
War. They mock thee, Clifford; swear as thou
Rich. What, not an oath; nay, then the world
goes hard, - -
When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath:-
I know by that, he's dead; And, by my soul,
Would this right hand buy but an hour's life,
That I in all despight might rail at him,
I’d chop it off; and with the issuing blood
Stifle the villain, whose unstanched thirst
York and young Rutland could not satisfy. [head,

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And rear it in the place your father's stands-
And now to London with triumphant march,
There to be crowned England's royal king.
From thence shall Warwick cut the sea to France,
And ask the lady Bona for thy queen:
So shalt thousinew both these lands together;

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And, having France thy friend,thoushalt not dread
The scatter'd foe, that hopes to rise again;
For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt,
Yet look to have them buz, to offend thine ears.
First, will I see the coronation;
And then to Britany I'll cross the sea,
To effect this marriage, so it please my lord. [be;
Edw. Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it
For on thy shoulder do I build my seat;
And never will I undertake the thing,
Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting.—
Richard, I will create thee duke of Gloster;--
And George, of Clarence;—Warwick, as ourself,
Shall do, and undo, as him pleaseth best.
Rich. Let me be duke of Clarence; George,
of Gloster;
For Gloster's dukedom is too ominous".
War. Tut, that's a foolish observation:
Richard, be duke of Gloster: Now to London,
To see these honours in possession. [Ereunt.

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Sink. UNPE, this thick-grown brake we'll shroud ourselves; For through this laund anon the deer will come; And in this covert will we make our stand, Culling the principal of all the deer. Hum. I'll stay above the hill, so both may shoot. Sink.That cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost. Here stand we both, and aim we at the best: And, for the time shall not seem tedious, I'll tell thee what befel me on a day, In this self place where now we mean to stand. Hum. He recomes a man, let's stay till he be past.

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K. Henry. Let me embrace these souradversities; For wise men say, it is the wisest course. [him. Hum. Why linger we ? let us lay hands upon Sink. Forbear awhile; we'll hear a little more. K. Henry. My queen, and son, are gone to

And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick
ls thither gone, to crave the French king's 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 she's a woman to be pity'd much:
Her sighs will make a battery in his breast;
Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;
The tyger will be mild, while she doth mourn;
And Nero will be tainted with remorse,
To hear, and see, her plaints, her brinish tears.
Ah, but she's come to beg; Warwick, to give:
Sne, on his left side, craving aid for Henry;
He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward.
She weeps, and says—her Henry is depos'd;
He smiles, and says—his Edward is install'd;
Thatshe, 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 im. from her,
With promise of his sister, and what else,
To strengthen and support king Edward's place.
‘) Margaret, o be; and thou, poor soul,
Art then forsaken, as thou went'st ..

Alluding, perhaps, (says Mr. Steevens,) to the deaths of Thomas of Woodstock, and Humphrey,

dukes of Gloster.

Henry was Cuntlowe. i.e. lawn.

* According to Hall and Holinshed, the name of the person who took King

Hum. Hum. Say, what art thou, that talk'st of kings and queens? K. Henry. More than I seem, and less than I was born to: A man at least, for less I should not be; And men may talk of kings, and why not I? Hum. Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wertaking. K. Henry. Why, so I am, in mind; and that's enough. Hum. But, it thoube aking, where is thy crown: K. Henry. My crown is in my heart, not on my head; Not deck'd with diamonds, and Indian stones, Nor to be seen: my crown is call’d, content; A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy. [tent, Hum. Well, if you beaking crown'd with conYour crown content, and you, must be contented To go along with us: for, as we think, You are the king, king Edward hath depos'd; And we his subjects, sworn in all allegiance, Will apprehend you as his enemy. [oath K. Henry. Butdid you neverswear, and breakan Hum. No, neversuch an oath; nor will we now. K. Henry. Where did you dwell, when I was king of England? [main. Hum. Here in this country, where we now reK. Henry. I was anointed king at nine months My father and my grandfather were kings; [old; And you were sworn true subjects unto me; And, tell methen, have you not broke your oaths? Sink. No; for we were subjects but while you were king. [a man? K. Henry. Why, am I dead? do I not breathe Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear. Look, as I 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 you guilty. Go where you will, the king shall be commanded; And be you kings; command, and I'll obey. Sink. We are true subjects to the king, king Edward. K. Henry. So would you be again to Henry, If he were seated as king Edwardis. [the king's, Sink. We charge you, in God's name, and in To go with us unto the officers. [be obey'd: . Hen. In God's name, lead; yourking's name And what God will, that let your king perform; And what he will, I humbly yield unto. [Ereunt.

S C E N E II. London. The Palace. Enter King Edward, Gloster, Clarence, and Lady Grey.

K. Edw.Brother of Gloster, at Saint Alban's field This lady's husband, Sir John Grey, was slain, His land then seiz'd on by the conqueror; Her suit is now, to repossess those sands; Which we in justice cannot well deny, Because in quarrel of the house of York This noble gentleman did lose his life.

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Glo.Your highnessshall dowelltogranthersuit; It were dishonour to deny it her. pause. K. Edw. It were no less; but yet I'll make a Glo. Yea is it so? [Aside. I see the lady hath a o to grant, Before the king will grant her humble suit. Clar. He knows the game; How true he ke the wind' [Asi Glo. Silence K. Edw. Widow, we will consider of yoursuit; And come some other time, to know our mind. Grey. Right gracious lord, Icannot brook delay: May it please your highness to resolve me now; And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me. Glo. [Aside.] * ? then I'll warrant you all your lands, An if what pleases him, shall pleasure you. Fight closer, or, f. faith, you'll catch a blow. Clar. [Aside..] I fear her not, unless she chance to fall. i. Glo. [Aside.] God forbid that, for he'll take K. Edw. How many children hast thou, widow : tell me. [of her. Clar. [Aside.] I think, he means to begachild Glo. [...] Nay, whip me then; he'll rather ive her two. Grey. i. my most gracious lord. Glo, [Aside..] You shall have four, if you’ll be rul’d by him. [ther's land. K. Edw. Twere pity they should lose their fa

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Glo. Ay, good leave have you; for you will have "Tillyouth take leave,and leaveyoutóyourcrutch. [Gloster and Clarence retire to the other side. K. Edw. Now tell me, madam, do you love our children? Grey. Ay, full as dearly as I love myself. K. Edw. And would you not do much to do them good? [harm. Grey. To do them good, I would sustain some K. Edw. Then get your husband's lands to do them good. Grey. Therefore I came unto your majesty. K. Edw.I’lltell you how these lands are to begot. Grey. So shall you bind me to your highness' service. them? K. Edw. What service wilt thou dome, if I give Grey.What you command,that rests in metodo. K. Edw. But you will take exceptions to my boon? Grey. No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it. K. Edw. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask. [commands. Grey. Why, then I will do what your grace Glo. He plies her hard; and much rain wears the marble. [Aside. Clar. As red as fire! nay, then her wax must melt. [Aside. Grey. Why stops my lord? shall I not hear my task? * K. Edw. Å. easy task: 'tis but to love a king.

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Grey. That's soon perform’d, because I am a subject. K. Edw. K. Edw. Why then, thy husband'slands I freely ive thee. Grey. f take my leave, with many thousand thanks. w [sy. Glo.The match is made; she seals it with a curt’K. Edw. But stay thee, ’tis the fruits of love I Innean. Grets. The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege. K. Edw. Ay, but I fear me, in another sense. What love, thinkst thou, I sue so much to get: Grey. My love 'till death, my humble thanks, my prayers; That love, which virtue begs, and virtue grants. K. Edw. No, by my troth, I did not mean such love. [did. Grey. Why, then you mean not as I thought you K. Edw. But now you partly may perceive my - mind. Grey. My mind will nevergrant what I perceive Your highness aims at, if I aim aright.

K. Edw. To tellthee plain, Iaim to lie with thee.

Grey. To tell you plain, I hadrather lie in prison. K. Edw. Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband's lands. [er;

Grey.Why, then minehonesty shall be my dow-2

For by that loss I will not purchase them.
K. Edw. Herein thou wrong'st thy children
mightily. [and me.
Grey. Herein 3. highness wrongs both them
But, mighty lord, this merry inclination
Accords not with the sadness of my suit;
JPlease you dismiss me, either with ay, or no.
K. Edw. Ay; if thou wilt say ay, to my request:
No; if thou dost say no, to my demand.
Grey. Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an end.
Glo. The widow likes him not, she knits her

brows. [Aside. Clar. He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom. Aside.

, K. Edw. [Aside.] Her looks do argue her re-
- lete with modesty;
Her words do shew 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?
Grey.”Tisbettersaid than done, my gracious lord;
I am a subject fit to jest withal,
But far unfit to be a sovereign.

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I speak no more than what my soul intends;
And that is, to enjoy thee for my love.
Grey. And that is more than I will yield unto:
J know, I am too mean to be your queen;
And yet too good to be your concubine.
K. Edw. You cavil, widow; I did mean, my
Queen. [call you—father.
Grey. ... grieve your grace, my sons should
K. Edw. No more, than when my io. call
thee mother.
Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children;
And, by God's mother, I, being but a batchelor,
Have other some; why: 'tis a happy thing
To be the father unto many sons.

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Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen.
Glo. The ghostly father now hath done his shrift.
[Aside.
Clar. When he was made a shriver, 'twas for
shift. [Aside.
K. Edw. Brothers, you muse what chat we two
have had.
Glo. The widow likes it not, for she looks sad.
K. Edo. You'd think it strange, if I should
Clar. To whom, my lord? [marry her.
K. Edw. Why, Clarence, to myself.
Glo.That would be tendays' wonder,at the least.
Clar. That's a day longer than a wonder lasts.
Glo. By so much is the wonder in extremes.
A. Edw. Well, jest on, brothers: I can tell you
Her suit is granted for her husband's lands. [both,
Enter a Nobleman.
Nob. My graciouslord, Henry your foeistaken,
And brought as prisoner to your palate gate.
K. Edw. See that he be convey'd unto the
Tower:—
And go we, brothers, to the man that took him,
To question of his apprehension.— [ably.
Widow, go you along :-Lords, use her honour-
[Ertunt King, Lady, Clarence, and Lords.
Glo. 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)
s Clarence, Henry, and his young son Edward,
And all the unlook’d-for issue of their bodies,
To take their rooms, ere I can place myself:

5|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-offshore 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,

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My eye'stoo quick, my heart o'erweenstoo 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 :
A. for I should not deal in her soft laws,
She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe
To shrink mine arm up 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,

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And am I then a man to be belov’d;
Q, monstrous fault to harbour such a thought !
Then, since this earth affords nojoy to me,
ut 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, while I live, to account this world but hell,
Until my mis-shap'd trunk that bears this head,
Be round impaled' with a glorious crown,
And 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 o to find it out,
Torment inyself to catch the English crown:
And from that torment I will free myself,
Qr 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.
I’ll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;
I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk;
I’ll play the orator as well as Nestor,
Deceive more slily than Ulysses could,
And, like a Sinon, take another Troy:
I can add colours to the cameleon; -
Change shapes, with Proteus, for advantages,
And set the murd’rous Machiavel to school.
Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
Tut! were it further off, I'll pluck it down.
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S C E N E III. France. Flourish. Enter Lewis the French King, Lady Bona, Bourbon, 2ween Margaret, Prince Ed. ward her Son, and the Earl of Oxford. Lewis sits, and riseth up again. K. Lewis. 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. 2ueen. No, mighty king of France; now Mararet - Must strike her sail, and learn a while 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, And to my humble seat conform myself. K. Lewis. Why say, fair queen, whence springs

- this deep despair? . ... * * * 2ueen. From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears, [cares.

And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in , K, Lewis. Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself, - - . . .

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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 o queen Margaret, and tell thy grief;
It shall be eas'd, if France can yield relief.
2ueen. Those gracious words revive my droop-
ing thoughts, - -
And give my tongue-ty'd sorrows leave to speak.
Now, therefore, . 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 hath will to help, but cannot help;
Our people and our peers are both mis-led,
Our treasure seiz'd, our soldiers put to flight,
And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight.
K. Lewis. Renowned queen, with patience calm
the storm, . . . .
While we bethink a means to break it off.
2ueen. The more we stay, the stronger grows
- our foe. [thee.
K. Lewis. The more Istay, the more I'll succour
2ueen.O,but impatience waitethontrue sorrow:
And see, where comes the breeder of my sorrow.

Enter Warwick. K. Lewis. What's he approacheth boldly to our presence? -2ueen. Our earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend. K. Lewis. Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France? . [He descends. She ariseth. 2ueen. 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, 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 England's king in lawful marriage. . . 2ueen. If that go forward, Henry's hope is done. h'ar. And, gracious madam, in our king's bex [Speaking to Bona. I am commanded, with your leave and favour, Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart; Where fame, late entering at his ... ears, Hath plac'd thy beauty's image, and thy virtue.

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Before you answer Warwick. His demand
Springs not from Edward's well-meanthonestlove,
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 hereprince Edwardstands, 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 a while,
Yet heavensarejust, and time suppresseth wrongs.
War. Injurious Margaret!
Prince. And why not queen?
War. Because thy father Henry did usurp;
And thou no more art prince, than she is queen.
Oxf. 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 o his prowess conquered all France:
From these our Henry lineally descends.
h'ar. 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, * 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.
Oxf. Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against
thy liege,
Whom thou obeyed'st thirty and six years,
And not bewray thy treason with a blush?
har. Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right,
Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree ?
For shame, leave Henry, and call Edward king.
Oxf. 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.
War. And I the house of York.
K. Lewis. Queen Margaret, prince Edward, and
Oxford, -
Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside,
While I use further conference with Warwick.
2ueen. Heavens grant that Warwick's words
bewitch him not :
K. Lewis. Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon
thy conscience,
Is Edward your true king? for I were loth,
To link with him that were not lawful chosen.
War. Thereon I pawn my credit and mine

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Which with her dowry shall be counterpois'd:—
Draw near, queen Margaret; and be a witness,
That Bona shall be wife to the English king.
Prince. To Edward,but not to the English king.
Queen. Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device
By this alliance to make void my suit;
Before thy coming, Lewis was Henry's friend.
K. Lewis. And still is friend to him and Mar-
garet:
But if your title to the crown be weak,
As may appear by Edward's good success,
Then 'tis but reason, that I be releas'd
From giving aid, which late I promised.
Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand,

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h'ar. Henry now lives in Scotland, at his ease; Where having nothing, nothing he can lose. And as for yourself, our quondam queen, You have a father” able to maintain you; And better’twere, you troubled him than France. 2ueen. 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; [Post, blowing a horn within. For both of you are birds of self-same feather. K. Lewis. Warwick, this is some post to us, or thee. Enter a Post. Post. My lord ambassador, these letters are for To Harwick.

you; Sent from your brother, marquis Montague.—

60These from our king unto your majesty.—

[To king Lewis.

* This seems to be spoken ironically; * Conveyance is here

And,

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