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K. Lew. Then, Warwick, thus-Our sister shell

be Edward's;
And now forth with shall articles be drawn
Touching the jointure, that your king must make,
Which with her dowry shall be counterpois'd :-
Draw near, queen Margaret; and be a witness,
That Bona shall be wife to the English king.

Prince. To Edward, but not to the English king.
0. Mar. Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device
By this alliance to make void my suit;
Before thy coming, Lewis was Henry's friend.

K. Lew. And still is friend to him and Margaret:
But if your title to the crown be weak,
As may appear by Edward's good success,-
Then 'tis but reason, that I be releas'd
From giving aid, which late I promised.
Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand,
That your estate requires, and mine can yield.
War. Henry now

lives in Scotland, at his ease;
Where having nothing, nothing he can lose.
And as for you yourself, our quondam queen,
You have a father able to maintain you;
And better 'twere, you troubled him than France

2. Mar, Peace, impudent and shameless War-
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 birds of self-game feather,

[ A horn sounded within. X. Lex. 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.

(16 Margaret. They all read their letters.
Oxf. I like it well, that our fair queen and mis-
Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his.
Prince. Nay, mark, how Lewis stamps as ho

were nettled : I hope, all's for the best.

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49

THIRD PART OF

Act 3.
A. Lt. Then, Warwick, thus -Our sister shall

be Edward's;
And now forth with shall articles he drawn
Teaching the jointare, that yonr king must make

,
Which with ser dowry shall be counterpois'd:-
Draw near, queen Margaret; and be a witness,
That Bona shall be wife to the English king.
Prince. To Edward, but not to the English king.

0. Mar. Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device
By this alliance to make void my suit;
Before thy coming, Lewis was Henry's friend.

K. Lew. And still is friend to him and Margaret:
But if your title to the crown be weak,-

but reason, that I be releas'd
From giving aid, which late I promised.

Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand,
That your estate requires, and mine can yield.

War. Henry not lives in Scotland, at his ease;
Where having nothing, nothing he can lose.
And as for you yourself, our quondam queen,-
You have a father ahle to maintain you;
And better "were, you troubled him than Frases
2. Mar. Peace, impudent and shameless Wara

wick, peace :
Proud setter-up and puller-down of kings!
I will not hence, till frith 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 birds of self-same feather.
K. Lexo. Warwick, this is some post to us, or
thee.

Enter a Messenger
Mers. My lord ambassador, these letters are far

you;
Sent from your brother, marquis Montague.
These from our king unto your majesty.
And, madam, these for you; from whom I know not.
Orf. I like it well, that

our fair queen and mis-
tress
Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his.
Prince. Nay, mark, how Lewis stamps as bo

were nettied:
I hope, all's for the best,

Sc. 3.

KING HENRY VI.
K. Lew. Warwick, what are thy news l and

yours, fair queen!
2. Mar. Mine, such as fill my heart with unhop'a

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 tus in this manner!
2. Ma. I told your majesty as much before :
This proveth Edward's love, and Warwick's honesty,

War. King Lewis, 1 here protest,-in sight of
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!
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 1 am thy true servitor;
I will revenge

his wrong to lady Bona,
And replant Henry in his former state.
2. 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,
I'll undertake to land them on our coast,
And force the tyrant from his seat by war.
And as for Clarence, -as my letters tell me,
He's very likely now to fall from him ;
For matching more for wanton lust than honour,
Or than for strength and safety of our country.
Bona. Dear brother, how shall Bona be reveng'd,

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But by thy help to this distressed queen ?
2. Klar, 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 her's, and thiné, ani

Margaret's.
Therefore, at last, I firmly am resolv'd,
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 uew 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.
l. 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; And therefore I'll uncrown him, ere't be long. There's thy reward;

[Erit Mess. K. Lew.

But, Warwick, thou,
And Oxford, with five thousand men,
Shall cross the seas, and bid false Edward battle:
And, as occasion serves, this noble queen
And prince shall follow with a fresh supply.
Yet, ere thou go, but answer me one doubt ;--
What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty ?

War. This shall assure my constant loyalty :-
That if our queen and this young prince agree,
I'll join mine eldest daughter, and my joy,
To him forth with in holy wedlock hands.
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;
And, with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable,
That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine.

Prince. Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it;
And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand.

(He gives his hand io Warwick.

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52 K. Lex. Why stay we now? These soldiers shall

be levied,
And thou, lord Bourbon, our high admiral,
Shall wait them over with our royal fleet.-
I long, till Edward fall by war's mischance,
For mocking marriage with a dame of France.

(Exeunt all but Warwick.
War. I came from Edward as ambassador,
Bat I return his sworn and mortal foe:
Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me,
But dreadful war shall answer his demand.
Had he none else to make a stale but me!
Then none but I shall turn his jest to sorrow.
I was the chief, that rais'd him to the crown,
And I'll be chief to bring him down again :
Not that I pity Henry's misery,
But seek revenge on Edward's mockery,

But by thy help to this distressed queen!
2. Mar, Renowned Prince, how shall

poor Henry
live;
Unless the rescue him from foul despair !

Bets. My quarrel, and this English queen's are one.
war. And mine, fair lody Bona, joins with yours
I. Leo. And mine, with her's, and thine, 2

Margaret's.
Therefore, at last, I firmly am resolr'd,
You shall have aid.
0. Mar. Let me give humble thanks for all at once.
. Leo. 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.
Bena. Tell him, In hope he'll prove a widomer

shortly,
11 wear the willow garland for his sake.
2. Mar. Tell him, My mourning weeds are laid

aside,
And I am ready to put armour on.
Wer. Tell him from me, that he hath done on

wrong;
And therefore I'll uncrown him, ere't be long.
There's thy reward; be gone. [Exit Nos.
X. Les

Bat, Warwick, thou,
And Oxford, with five thousand men,
Shall cross the seas, and bid false Edward battle:
And, as occasion serves, this noble queen
And prince shall follow with a fresh supply.

Yet, ere thou go, but answer me one doubt;-
What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty !

War. This shall assure ny constant loyalty:That if our queen and this young prince agree,

I'll join mine eldest daughter, and my joy, To him forth with in holy wedlock hands.

Q. Mar. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your
Son Edward,

she is fair and virtuous,
Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick;
And, with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable,
That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine.

Prince. Yes, I accept ber, for she well deserves it;
And here, to pledge my wow, I give my hand.

(He gives kis hand to Warwick.

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ACT IV. SCENE I.

London. A room in the Palace,
Enter GLOSTER, CLARENCE, SOMERSET,

MONTAGUE, end Oikers.
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 farfrom hence to France;
How could he stay, tin Warwick made return?
Som. My lords, forbear this talk; here comes the

Flourish. Enter King EDWARD, attended; Lady
GREY, « 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?
Clar. As well as Lewis

of France, or the earl of
Which are so weak of courage, and in judgment,
That they'll take no offence at our abuse.
K.Ed. Suppose, they take offence without a cause,
Your king and Warwick's, and must have my will.

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Glo. And you shall have your will, because our

king:
Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.
K. Edo. Yes, brother Richard, are you offended

too?
Glo. Not I:
No; God forbid, that I should wish them sever'd,
Whom God hath join'd together; ay, and 'twere pity,
To sunder them, that yoke so well together.

K.Edw, Setting your scorns, and your mislike, aside,
Tell me some reason, why the lady Grey
Should not become my wife, and England's queen :-
And you, too, Somerset, and Montague,
Speak freely what you think.

Clar. Then this is my opinion, that king Lewis
Becomes your enemy, for mocking him
About the marriage of the lady Bona.

Glo. And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge,
Is now dishonoured by this new marriage.
K. Edv. What, if both Lewis and Warwick be

appeased,
By such invention as I can devise ?
Mont. Yet to have joined with France in such

alliance, Would more have strengthen'd this our common

wealth
'Gainstforeign storms,than any home-bred marriage.

Hast. Why, knows. not Montague, that of itself
England is safe, if true within itself!
Mont. Yes, but the safer, when 'tis back'd with

France.
Hast. 'Tis better using France, than trusting

France :
Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas,
Which he hath given for fence impregnable,
And with their helps only defend ourselves;
In them, and in ourselves, our safety lies.
Clar. For this one speech, lord Hastings well

deserves
To have the heir of the lord Hungerford.
K. Edw. Ay, what of that ? it was my will and

grant;
And, for this once, my will shall stand for law.
Glo. And yet, methinks, your grace hath not

done well, To give the heir and daughter of lord Scales Unto the brother of your loving bride;

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