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 this wrong to lady Boną,

And replant Henry in his former state.

QUEEN. Warwick, thefe words have turn'd my hate to And I forgive and quite forget old faults,

And joy, that thou becom'st king Henry's friend.

[love,

WAR. So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend,

That if king Lewis vouchfafe to furnish us

With fome few bands of chosen soldiers,

I'll undertake to land them on our coaft,

And force the tyrant from his feat by war.

'Tis not his new-made bride shall 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 strength and fafety of our country.
BONA. Dear brother, how shall Bona be reveng'd,
But by thy help to this diftreffed queen?

QUEEN. 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 Margaret's, Therefore at laft I firmly am refolv'd

You fhall have aid.

QUEEN. Let me give humble thanks for all at once.

K. Law. Then, England's messenger, 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 feest what's past, go fear thy king withal.

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

QUEEN. 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 wrong; And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.

-There's thy reward, be gone.

K. LEW. But, Warwick,

Thyself and Oxford with five thousand men
Shall cross the feas, and bid falfe Edward battle.
And, as occafion ferves, 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 my younger daughter and my joy,
To him forthwith, in holy wedlocks' bands.

[Exit Poft.

QUEEN. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion. Son Edward, fhe 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 it, for the well deferves it,

And here to pledge my vow, I give my hand.

[He gives his hand to Warwick.

K. LEW. Why stay we now; thefe 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. Manet Warwick,

WAR. I came from Edward as ambaffador,
But I return his fworn and mortal foe.
Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me,
But dreadful war fhall 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 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.

[Exit.

ACT IV. SCENE I

The palace in England.

Enter Gloucester, Clarence, Somerset, and Montague,

N

GLOUCESTER.

O W tell me, brother Clarence, what think you
Of this new marriage with the lady Gray.?

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?

Soм. My lords, forbear this talk. Here comes the

king.

Flourish. Enter King Edward, Lady Gray as Queen, Pembroke, Stafford, and Haftings: Four ftand on one fide, and four on the other.

GLO. And his well chosen bride.

CLA. I mind to tell him plainly what I think.

K. Edw. Now, brother Clarence, how like you our That you ftand penfive, as half malecontent?

[choice, CLAR. As well as Lewis of France, or th' earl of War

wick,

Which are fo weak of courage, and in judgment,

That they'll take no offence at our abuse.

K. EDW. Suppose, they take offence without a cause. They are but Lewis and Warwick, and I am Edward, Your king and Warwick's, and must have my will.

GLO. And you shall have your will, because our will. Yet hafty marriage seldom proveth well.

K. Edw. Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too? GLO. Not I; no. God forbid that I fhould with Them fevered whom God hath join'd together; Pity to funder them, that yoke fo well.

K. EDW. Setting your fcorns and your mislike afide,
Tell me fome reason, why the lady Gray

Should not become my wife, and England's queen?
And you too, Somerset and Montague,
Speak freely what you think.

CLAR. Then, this is my opinion; that king Lewis
Becomes your enemy for mocking him

About the marriage of the lady Bona.

GLO. And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge,

Is now dishonoured by this new marriage.

K. EDW. What if both Lewis and Warwick be appeas'd, VOL. IV.

Cc

By fuch invention as I can devise?

MONT. Yet to have join'd with France in fuch alliance, Would more have strengthen'd this our commonwealth 'Gainst foreign ftorms, than any home-bred marriage.

HAST. Why, knows not Montague, that of itself England is fafe, if true within itself?

MONT. Yes; but the fafer, when 'tis back'd with France. HAST. 'Tis better ufing France than trusting France, Let us be back'd with God, and with the feas, Which he hath given for fence impregnable, And with their helps alone defend ourselves; In them, and in ourselves, our fafety lies.

CLAR. For this one speech, Lord Haftings well deferves To have the heir of the lord Hungerford.

K. EDW. Ay, what of that? it was my will and grant, And for this once my will shall stand for law.

GLO. And yet, methinks, your grace 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.

CLAR. Or eife you would not have beftow'd the heir
Of the lord Bonvil on your new wife's fon,
And leave your brothers to go fpeed elsewhere.
K. EDw. Alas, poor Clarence! is it for a wife
That thou art malecontent? I will provide thee.

CLAR. In chufing for yourself, you shew'd your judgment; Which being fhallow, you shall give me leave

To play the broker in mine own behalf :

And to that end, I shortly mind to leave you.

K. EDw. Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be king,

And not be ty'd unto his brother's will,