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Enter a Meffenger.

Mef. 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 ftamps as he were net-

"I hope, all's for the best.

K. Lew. Warwick, what are thy news? and yours, fair queen?

2. Mar. Mine, fuch as fill my heart with unhop'd


War. Mine, full of forrow and heart's discontent.

K. Lew. What! has your king marry'd the lady Grey? And now, to footh your forgery and his,

Sends me a paper to persuade me patience?

Is this the alliance that he feeks with France ?
• Dare he prefume to scorn us in this manner?
"Q. Mar. I told your majesty as much before :
This proveth Edward's love, and Warwick's honesty.
War. King Lewis, I here proteft,-in fight 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 fee his fhame.-
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 è
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?
"Shame on himself! for my desert is honour.
"And, to repair my honour loft for him,
"I here renounce him, and return to Henry:
• My noble queen, let former grudges pass,
And henceforth I am thy true fervitor;
I will revenge his wrong to lady Bona,
And replant Henry in his former state.

· 2. Mar. Warwick, these words have turn'd

to love;

• And I forgive and quite forget old faults,


And joy that thou becom'ft king Henry's friend. War. So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend, That, if king Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us With fome few bands of chofen foldiers, I'll undertake to land them on our coast, And force the tyrant from his seat by war. 'Tis not his new-made bride fhall fuccour 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 ftrength and safety of our country. "Bona. Dear brother, how shall Bona be reveng'd, "But by thy help to this diftreffed queen?


"2. Mar. Renowned prince, how fhall 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 Mar


Therefore, at last, I firmly am refolv'd,

You shall have aid.

"2. Mar.

“ Q. Mar. Let me give humble thanks for all at once. K. Lew. Then England's meffenger, return in post; And tell falfe Edward, thy fuppofed king,

That Lewis of France is fending over maskers,
To revel it with him and his new bride:

"Thou feeft what's paft, go fear thy king withal.

Bóna. Tell him, In hope he'll prove a widower shortly, I'll wear the willow garland for his fake.

2. Mar. Tell him my mourning weeds are laid aside, And I am ready to put armour on,

War. Tell him from me, That he hath done me


And therefore I'll uncrown him, ere't be long.

There's thy reward; be gone.

K. Lew.

[Exit. Mef.

But, Warwick, thou,
And Oxford, with five thousand men,

Shall cross the feas, and bid falfe Edward battle:
"And, as occasion serves, this noble queen
"And prince fhall follow with a fresh supply.
Yet, ere thou go, but answer me one doubt ;-
• What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty?
War. This fhall affure my constant loyalty ;-
That if our queen and this young prince agree,
I'll join mine eldest daughter, and my joy,
To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands.

2. Mar. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your mo-

Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous,

Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick;

And, with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable, That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine. "Prince. Yes, I accept her, for the well deferves it; "And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand..

[He gives his hand to WARWICK. K. Lew.

F 2

K. Lew. Why stay we now? These foldiers fhall be levy'd,

And thou, lord Bourbon, our high admiral,

Shall waft them over with our royal fleet.'I long, till Edward fall by war's mischance, · For mocking marriage with a dame of France.

[Exeunt all but WARWICK.

War. I came from Edward as ambassador,
But I return his fworn and mortal foe:
Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me,
But dreadful war fhall anfwer 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 rais'd him to the crown,
And I'll be chief to bring him down again :
Not that I pity Henry's mifery,
But feek revenge on Edward's mockery.




London. A Room in the Palace.


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-chofen 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 penfive, as half malcontent?

Clar. As well as Lewis of France, or the earl of War


Which are fo weak of courage, and in judgment,
That they'll take no offence at our abuse.

K. Edw. Suppofe, they take offence without a cause,

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