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K. Lew. Why, say, fair Queen, whence springs
this deep despair ? Queen. From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears, And stops my tongue, while my heart's drown'd in cares.
K. Lew. Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself, And fit 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 ihall be eas'd, if France can yield relief. Queen. Those gracious words revive my drooping
thoughts, And give my tongue-ty'd sorrows leave to speak. Now therefore be it known to Noble Lewis, That Henry, fole poffeffor 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 feat Of England's true anointed lawful King. This is the cause that I, poor Margaret, With this my fon Prince Edward, Henry's heir, Am coine 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 misled, Our treasure feiz'd, our soldiers put to flight, And, as tbou seest, ourselves, in heavy plight. K. Lew. Renowned Queen, with patience calm the
ftorm, While we bethink a means to break it off.
Queen. The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe. K. Lew. The more I stay, the more I ll luccour thee.
Queen. o, but impatience waiting, rues to morrow; And see where comes the breeder of
sorrow. S CE N E V. Enter Warwick, K. Lew. What's he approacheth boldly to our pre
fence ? Queen. Our Earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest
K. Lew. Welcome, brave Warwick : what brings
thee to France ? [He descends. She ariseib. Queen. Ay, now begins a fecon i storm to rile; For this is he that moves both wind and tile.
War. From worthy Edward, King of Albion,
Qreen. If that go forward, Henry's hope is done!
[Speaking to Bona. I am commanded, with your leave and favour, Humbly to kiss your hand; and with my tongue To tell the paflion of my Sov'reign's heart; Where fame late ent’ring at his heedful ears, Hath plac'd thy be.ruty's image and thy virtue's.
Queen. King Lewis, and Lady Bona, hear me speak,
War. Injurious Margaret !
War. Because thy father Henry did usurp,
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 wildom was a mirrour to the wisest; VOL. y.
And after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth,
War. Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse,
Oxf. Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy Whom thou obeyed it thirty and six years, [Liege, And not bewray thy treason with a blush?
War. Can Oxford that did ever fence the right,
Oxf. Call him my King, by whose injurious doom
War. And I the house of York.
K. Lew. Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Lord Vouchsafe at our request to stand aside, [Oxford, While I use farther conference with Warwick. Queen. Heav'ns grant that Warwick's words bewitch him not!
[They stand aloof. K. Lew. 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. Thereun I pawn my credit and mine honour. K. Lew. But is he gracious in the people's eyes? War. The more that Henry was unfortunate.
K. Ler. Then further : all diffembling set aside,
War. Such it seems
That this his love was an eternal plant,
K, Lew. Now, fifter, let us hear your firm resolve,
Bona. Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine. Yes I confefs, that often ere this day, [Speaks to War. When I have heard your King's desert recounted, Mine ear hath tempted judgment to defire.
K. Lew. Then, Warwick, this : Our sister shall be And now forth with shall articles be drawn [Edward's. Touching the jointure that your King must make, Which with her dowry shall be counter pois'd. Dr:uw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness, That Bona fhall be wife to th' English King,
Prince. To Edward, but not to the English King.
Queen. Deceitful Warwick, it was thy device
K. Lew. And fill is friend to him and Margaret,
War. Henry now lives in Scotland at his eare,
Queen. Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick,
[Poft, blowing a horn within, For both of you are birds of self-fame feather. K. Lew. Warwick, this is fomne post to us or thee.
By conveyance is here meant the art of a juggler, tricks of les gerdemain.
S CE N E
Enter a Post Peft. My Lord Ambassador, these letters are for you,
[To Warwick. Sent from your brother, Marquis Montague. These from our King unto your Majesty,
[To King Lewis. And, Madam, these for you; from whom I know not.
[To the Queen. They all read their leiters. Oxf. I like it well, that our fair Queen and mistress Soiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his.
Prince. Nay, mark how Lewis starps as he were I hope all's for the bett.
[nettled. K. Lew Warwick, what are thy news ? and your's,
fair Queen? Queen. Mine luchas fills my heart with unhop'd joys, War. Mine full of sorrow and heart's discontent.
K. Lew. What! has your King marry'd the Lady And now, to sooth your forgery and his, [Gray ? Sends me a paper to persuade mne patience ? Is this in' alliance that he feeks with France ? Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?
Queen. I told your Majeliy as much before. This proveth Edward's love and Warwick's honely,
War. King Lewis, I here protest in light of heav'n, And by the hope I have of heav'nly bliss, That I am clear from this mildeed of Edward's : No more my King; for he difhonours me; But most himself, if he could see his shame. Did I forget, that by the House of York My father came untimely to bis death? Did I let pats th' abuse done to my niece * ? Did impale him with the regal crown? Did I put Henry from his naiive right ? And am I guerdon'd at the last with ihame? Shame on himself, for my delert is honour ! And to repair my honour loit for him, I here renounce him, and return to Henry. My noble Queen, let former grudges pais, And henceforth I am thy true lei vitor : • Whom King Edward attempted in the Earl of Warwick's house.