K. Lew. But is he gracious in the people's eye? War. The more, that Henry was unfortunate. K. Lew. Then further,-all dissembling set aside, Tell me for truth the measure of his love Unto our sister Bona. War. Such it seems, 'As may beseem a monarch like himself. Myself have often heard him say, and swear,— Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground, K. Lew. Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve. Bona. Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine: Yet I confess, [To War.] that often ere this day, When I have heard your king's desert recounted, Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire. K. Lew. Then, Warwick, thus,-Our sister shall be And now forthwith shall articles be drawn Prince. To Edward, but not to the English king. K. Lew. And still is friend to him and Margaret : better 'twere, you troubled him than France. [peace ; Q. Mar. Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, 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; For both of you are bird's of self-same feather. [A Horn sounded within. K. Lew. Warwick, this is some post to us, or thee. Enter a Messenger. Mess. 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. Orf. I like it well, that our fair queen and mistress Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his. Prince. Nay, mark, how Lewis stamps as he were nettled: I hope, all's for the best. K. Lew. Warwick, what are thy news? and yours, fair queen? [Grey? Q. Mar. Mine, such as fill my heart with unhop'd [joys. War. Mine, full of sorrow and heart's discontent. K. Lew. What! has your king married the lady And now, to sooth your forgery and his, Sends me a paper to persuade me patience? Is this the alliance that he seeks with France? Dare he presume 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 protest,--in sight 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 see his shame.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? 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? Q. Mar. Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate to love; And I forgive and quite forget old faults, And joy that thou becom'st king Henry's friend. For matching more for wanton lust than honour, Bona. Dear brother, how shall Bona be reveng'd, Q. Mar. Renowned prince, how shall 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 MargaTherefore, at last, I firmly am resolv'd, [ret's. You shall have aid. Q. Mar. Let me give humble thanks for all at once. K. Lew. Then England's messenger, return in post; And tell false Edward, thy supposed king,— That Lewis of France is sending over maskers, To revel it with him and his new bride: Thou seest what's past, go fear thy king withal. Mar. Tell him, My mourning weeds are laid aside, 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. [Exit Messenger. But, Warwick, thou, And Oxford, with five thousand men, Shall cross the seas, and bid false Edward battle: Q. Mar. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion:Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous, Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick; Prince. Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it; And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand. [He gives his Hand to Warwick. K. Lew. Why stay we now? These soldiers shall he levied, And thou, lord Bourbon, our high admiral, [Exeunt all but Warwick, [Exit, SCENE I. LONDON. A Room in the Palace. Enter GLOSTER, CLARENCE, SOMERSET, MONTAGUE, and others. 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? e; 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-chosen 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 pensive, as half malcontent? [wick; Clar. As well as Lewis of France, or the earl of WarWhich are so weak of courage, and in judgment, That they'll take no offence at our abuse. |