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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

my

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

friend.

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,
My Lord and Sov'reign, 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 filter,
To England's King in lawful marriage.

Qreen. If that go forward, Henry's hope is done!
War. And, gracious Madam, in our King's behalf,

[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,
Before you answer Warwick. His demand
Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love,
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 here Prince Edward stands, King Henry's son.
Look therefore, Lewis, that by this league and narriage
Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour :
For tho' usurpers sway the rule a while,
Yet beav'ns are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.

War. Injurious Margaret !
Prince. And wliy 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 wildom was a mirrour to the wisest; VOL. y.

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And after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth,
Who by his process conquered all France.
From these our Henry lineally descends.

War. 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 these Peers of France should finile at that.
But for the rest, you tell a pedigree
Of threescore and two years, a filly time
To make prescription for a kingdom's worth.

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,
Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree?
For fhaine, 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 downfal 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. 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,
Tell me for truth the measure of his love
Unto our Gifter Bona,

War. Such it seems
As may beseem a Monarch like himself.
Myselt have often heard him say and swear,

That this his love was an eternal plant,
Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground,
The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun;
Exempt from envy, but not from disdain,
Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain.

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
By this alliance to make void my fuit;
Before thy coming, Lewis was Henry's friend,

K. Lew. And fill is friend to him and Margaret,
But if your title to the crown be weak,
As may appear by Edward's good success,
'I hen 'tis but reason, that I be releas'd
From giving aid, which late I promised.
Yet Thail you have all kindness at my hand,
Tbat your eltate requires, and mine can yield.

War. Henry now lives in Scotland at his eare,
Where having nothing, nothing can he loose.
And as for you yourself, our quondam Queen,
You have a father able to maintain you;
And beiter 'twere you troubled him than France.

Queen. Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick,
Proud fetter up and poller down of Kings! [peace !
I will not hence, till with my talk and lears
(Both full of truth) I make King Lewis behold
Thy fly cunveyance *, and thy Lord's false love.

[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

VI.

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.

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