ACT III, SCENE I.-A Chace in the North of England. Enter two Keepers, with cross-bows in their hands. 1 Keep. Under this thick-grown brake we'll shroud ourselves; For through this lawn anon the deer will come, 2 Keep. I'll stay above the hill, so both may shoot. 1 Keep. That cannot be; the noise of thy cross bow Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost. In this self-place where now we mean to stand. Enter King HENRY, disguised, with a prayer-book. K. Hen. From Scotland am I stol'n, even of pure love, To greet mine own land with my wishful sight. Thy place is fill'd, thy sceptre wrung from thee, 1 Keep. Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee. This is the quondam king: let's seize upon him. K. Hen. Let me embrace thee, sour adversity; For wise men say, it is the wisest course. 2 Keep. Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him. 1 Keep. Forbear a while; we'll hear a little more. K. Hen. My queen and son are gone to France for aid; And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words. Her sighs will make a battery in his breast, Her tears will pierce into a marble heart; 2 Keep. Say, what art thou talkest of kings and queens? K. Hen. More than I seem, and less than I was born to: A man at least, for less I should not be; 2 Keep. Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a K. Hen. I was anointed king at nine months old, My father and my grandfather, were kings, And you were sworn true subjects unto me; And tell me, then, have you not broke your oaths? 1 Keep. No; For we were subjects, but while you were king. K. Hen. Why, am I dead? do I not breathe a man? Ah, simple men! you know not what you swear. 1 Keep. We are true subjects to the king, king 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 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, that let your king perform; And what he will, I humbly yield unto. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-London. A Room in the Palace. Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, CLARENCE, and Lady GREY. K. Edw. Brother of Gloster, at Saint Albans' This lady's husband, sir Richard Grey, was slain, 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. L. Grey. Why stops my lord? shall I not hear my task? K. Edw. An easy task: 'tis but to love a king. L. Grey. That's soon perform'd, because I am a subject. K. Edw. Why then, thy husband's lands I freely give thee. L. Grey. I take my leave with many thousand thanks. Glo. The match is made: she seals it with a curt'sy. K. Edw. But stay thee; 'tis the fruits of love I mean. 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. Grey. Herein your highness wrongs both them and me. But, mighty lord, this merry inclination 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. Clar. He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom. [Aside. [Aside. K. Edw. Her looks do argue her replete with modesty ; [Aside. Her words do show her wit incomparable; 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; L. Grey. And that is more than I will yield unto. K. Edw. You cavil, widow: I did mean, my queen. L. Grey. Twill grieve your grace, my sons should call you father. K. Edw. No more, than when my daughters call thee mother. Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children; And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor, Have other some: why, 'tis a happy thing K. Edw. Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had. Glo. The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad. K. Edw. You'd think it strange if I should marry her. Clar. To whom, my lord? Why, Clarence, to myself! Glo. That would be ten days' wonder, at the least. Clar. That's a day longer than a wonder lasts. Glo. By so much is the wonder in extremes. K. Edw. Well, jest on, brothers: I can tell you both, Her suit is granted for her husband's lands. Enter a Nobleman. Nob. My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken. And brought your prisoner to your palace gate. K. Edw. See, that he be convey'd unto the Tower: And go we, brothers, to the man that took him, Glo. Ay, Edward will use women honourably. Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward, My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much, And am I, then, a man to be belov'd? O, monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought! I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown; That rends the thorns, and is rent with the thorns, But toiling desperately to find it out, I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall, Change shapes, with Proteus, for advantages, SCENE III.-France. A Room in the Palace. Flourish. Enter LEWIS the French King, and Lady BONA, attended by the Admiral Bourbon, and others: the King takes his seat, then rises to receive Queen MARGARET, Prince EDWARD, and the Earl of OxFORD, who enter. K. Lew. Fair queen of England, worthy Margaret, Sit down with us: it ill befits thy state, And birth, that thou should'st stand, while Lewis doth sit. Q. Mar. No, mighty king of France; now Must strike her sail, and learn a while to serve, Q. Mar. From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears, And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares. K. Lew. Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself, And sit 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 shall be eas'd, if France can yield relief. Q. Mar. Those gracious words revive my drooping thoughts, And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak. Is of a king become a banish'd man, Our treasure seiz'd, our soldiers put to flight, And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight. 32 K. Lew. Renowned queen, with patience calm the storm, While we bethink a means to break it off. Q. Mar. The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe. K. Lew. The more I stay, the more I'll succour thee. Q. Mar. O! but impatience waiteth on true sorrow: And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow. Enter WARWICK, attended. K. Lew. What's he, approacheth boldly to our presence? Q. Mar. Our earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend. K. Lew. Welcome, brave Warwick. What brings thee to France? [He descends. Queen MARGARET rises. Q. Mar. Ay, now begins a second storm to rise; For this is he that moves both wind and tide. War. From worthy Edward, king of Albion. My lord and sovereign, 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 amnity With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant |