Commanded always by the greater gust; 1 Keep. We are true subjects to the king,king Edward. K.Hen. So would you be again to Henry, If he were seated as king Edward is. 1 Keep. We charge you, in God's name, and in the king's, To go with us unto the officers. K.Hen. In God's name, lead; your king's name be obey'd: And what God will, then let your king perform ; SCENE II. [Exeunt. London. A Room in the Palace. Enter King EDWARD, K.Edw. Brother of Gloster, at Saint Albans' field Glo. Your highness shall do well, to grant her suit; It were dishonour, to deny it her. K.Edw. It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause. Glo. Yea! is it so ? I see, the lady hath a thing to grant, Before the king will grant her humble suit. Clar. He knows the game; How true he keeps the wind? Glo. Silence ! [Aside. [Aside. K.Edw. Widow, we will consider of your suit; And come some other time, to know our mind. L.Grey. Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay : May it please your highness to resolve me now; And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me. 51 This is a very lively and spritely dialogue; the reciprocation is quicker than is common in Shakspeare. JOHNS. Glo. [Aside.] Ay, widow? then I'll warrant you all your lands, An if what pleases him, shall pleasure you. Clar. I fear her not, unless she chance to fall. [Aside. L.Grey. Three, my most gracious lord. [GLOSTER and CLARENCE retire to the other side. K.Edw. Now tell me, madam, do you love your children? L.Grey. Ay, full as dearly as I love myself. K.Ed. And would you not do much, to do them good? L.Grey. To do them good, I would sustain some harm. K.Ed. Then get your husband's lands, to do them good. L.Grey. Therefore I came unto your majesty. K.Edw. I'll tell you how these lands are to be got. L.Grey. So shall you bind me to your highness' service. K.Edw. What service wilt thou do me, if I give them? L.Grey. What you command, that rests in me to do. K.Edw. But you will take exceptions to my boon. L.Grey. No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it. K.Edw. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask. L.Grey. Why, then I will do what your grace com mands. Glo. He plies her hard; and much rain wears the marble. [Aside. Clar. As red as fire! nay, then her wax must melt. [Aside. L.Grey. Why stops my lord? shall I not hear my task? L.Grey. The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege. K.Edw. Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense. What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get? L.Grey. My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers; That love, which virtue begs, and virtue grants. K.Edw. No, by my troth, I did not mean such love. L.Grey. Why, then you mean not as I thought you did. K.Edw. But now you partly may perceive my mind. L.Grey. My mind will never grant what I perceive Your highness aims at, if I aim aright. K.Edw. To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee. L.Grey. To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison. K.Edw. Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband's lands. L.Grey. Why, then mine honesty shall be my dower; For by that loss I will not purchase them. K.Edw. Therein thou wrong'st thy children mightily. L.Gre.Herein your highness wrongs both them and me. But, mighty lord, this merry inclination Accords not with the sadness of my suit ; Please you dismiss me, either with ay, or no. K.Edw. Ay; if thou wilt say Ay, to my request: No; if thou dost say No, to my demand. L.Grey. Then, No, my lord. My suit is at an end. Glo. The widow likes him not, she knits her brows. Cla. He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom. [Asi. K.Edw. Her looks do argue her replete with modesty; Her words do shew her wit incomparable; All her perfections challenge sovereignty : And she shall be my love, or else my queen.- [Aside. L.Grey. 'Tis better said than done, my gracious lord: I am a subject fit to jest withal, But far unfit to be a sovereign. K.Edw. Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee, I speak no more than what my soul intends; And that is, to enjoy thee for my love. L.Grey. And that is more than I will yield unto : I know, I am too mean to be your queen; And yet too good to be your concubine. K.Edw. You cavil, widow; I did mean, my queen. L.Grey. Twill grieve your grace, my sons should call you-father. 21* VOL. V. |