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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 liege,
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 Oxford, Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside, While I use further conference with Warwick. Q.Mar. Heaven grant, that Warwick's words bewitch
him not ! [Retiring with the Prince and OxF. K.Lew. Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon thy con
science, Is Edward your true king? for I were loth To link with him that were not lawful chosen.
War. 'Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour.
K.Lew. Then further,-all dissembling set aside,
War. Such it seems,
 He means, that Henry was unsuccessful in war, having lost his dominions in France, &c. MAL.
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 :-
Prince. To Edward, but not to the English king.
Q.Mar. Deceitful Warwick ! it was thy device
K.Lew. And still is friend to him and Margaret :
War. Henry now lives in Scotland, at his ease ;
[A horn sounded within.
 I believe envy is in this place, as in many others, put for nalice or hatred. His situation places him above these, though it cannot secure him from female disclain, STEEV
 This seems ironical. The poverty of Margaret's father is a very fre. quent topick of reproach JOHNS.  Conveying is juggling, and thence is taken for artifice and frand.
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. Oxf. 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 your's,
fair queen ? Q.Mar. Mine, such as fills my heart with unhop'd joys. War. Mine, full of sorrow and heart's discontent.
K. Lew. What! has your king married the lady Grey ? 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 ?5 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? 6 Shame on himself ! for my desert is honour. And, to repair my honour lost for him, I here renounce him, and return to Henry : My noble queen, let former grudges pass, And henceforth I am thy true servitor ; I will revenge his wrong to lady Bona, And replant Henry in his former state.
 Whom, according to Holinshed, king Edward attempted in the earl of Warwick's house. STEEV.  Guerdon'd-i.e. rewarded. STEEV
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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.
War. So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend, That, if king Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us With some few bands of chosen soldiers, l'll undertake to land them on our coast, And force the tyrant from his seat by war. 'Tis not his new-made bride shall succour him : And as for Clarence,
, -as my letters tell me,
Bona. Dear brother, how shall Bona be reveng'd,
Queen. 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 your's.
K. Lew.And mine, with her's and thine and Margaret's. Therefore, at last, I firmly am resolvid, You shall have aid.
Q.Mar. Let me give humble thanks for all at once.
Ř.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 with him and his new bride : Thou seest what's past, go fear thy king withal.?
Bona. Tell him, In hope he'll prove a widower shortly, I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.
Q.Mar. 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;
K.Lew. But, Warwick, thou,
War. This shall assure my constant loyalty : That is go fright thy king, JOHNS.
That if our queen and this young prince agree,
Q.Mar. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion :
Prince. Yes, I accept lier, 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 be
[Exeunt all but WARWICK,
SCENE I.-London. A Room in the Palace. Enter Glostek,
Cla. Alas, you know, 'tis far from hence to France ; How could he stay till Warwick made return ?
Som. My lords, forbear this talk; here comes the king.