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K. Henry. Let me embrace these four adversities;
Hum. Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him.
K. Henry. My Queen and son are gone to France for aid:
Hum. Say, what art thou that talk'st of Kings and Queens?
K. Henry. More than I seem, and less than I was born to,
Hum. Ay, but thou talk'it, as if thou wert a King.
K. Henry. My crown is in my heart, not on my head : Not deck'd with diamonds and Indian ftones ;
Not to be seen : my crown is call'd content ;
Hum. Well, if you be a King crown'd with content,
K. Henry. But did you never fwear and break an oath?
K. Henry. 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 ?
Sink. No, we were subjects but while you were King. K. Henry. Why, am I dead ? do I not breathe, a man? Ah, simple men, you know not what
Sink. We are true subjects to the King, King Edward.
K. Henry. So would you be again to Henry, If he were feated as King Edward is.
Sink. We charge you in God's name, and in the King's, Το go
with us unto the officers. K. Henry. 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.
SCEN E changes to the Palace. Enter King Edward, Gloucester, Clarence, and Lady Gray.
This John His land then seiz'd on by the conqueror : Her suit is now to repossess those lands, Which we in justice cannot well deny; Because, in quarrel of the house of York, (15) The worthy gentleman did lose his life.
Glo. Your Highness shall do well to grant her suit : It were dihhonour to deny it her.
K. Edw. It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause.
Glo. Yea! is it so?
Clar. He knows the game; how true he keeps the wind :
K. Edw. Widow, we will consider of your suit, And come fome other time to know our mind.
Gray. Right gracious Lord, I cannot brook delay. May't please your Highness to resolve me now? And what your pleasure is, fhall satisfy me.
Glo. Ay, widow? then I'll warrant you all your lands,
Clar. I fear her not, unless the chance to fall.
(15) Because in quarrel of the house of York, The worthy gentleman did lose bis life.] I am afraid our poet puts fal se colours on the death of Sir John Gray, to palliate King Edward's marriage with the widow. Sir John Gray was nain at the last battle of St. Albans, by the power of King Edward; as Hall expressly says : so that he was in Queen Margaret's army, and really nain on the quarrel of Lancaster. And King Edward's Queen, in Richard III. is reproach'd of this by Gloucester.
In all which time you and your husband Gray
K. Edw. How many children hast thou, widow ? tell me.
lands, Gray. Be pitiful, dread Lord, and grant it then. K. Edw. Lords, give us leave; I'll try this widow's wit.
Glo. Ay, good leave have you, for you will have leave; Till youth take leave, and leave you to the crutch. K. Edw. Now tell me, Madam, do you love your
children? Gray. Ay, full as dearly as I love myself. K. Edw. And would you not do much to do them
good ? Gray. To do them good, I would sustain some harm. K. Edw. Then get your husband's lands, to do them
good. Gray. Therefore I came unto your Majesty. K. Edw. I'll tell you how these lands are to be got. Gray. So fall you bind me to your Highness' service. K. Edw. What service wilt thou do me, if I give them : Gray. What you command, that rests in me to do. K. Edw. But you will take exceptions to my boon? Gray. No, gracious Lord, except I cannot do it. K. Edw. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ak. Gray. Why, then I will do what your Grace commands. Glo. He plies her hard, and much rain wears the marble, Clar. As red as fire ! nay, then her wax must melt. Gray. Why stops my Lord ? shall I not hear my task ? K. Edw. An easy tak, 'tis but to love a King. Gray. That's soon perform’d, because I am a subject. K. Edw. Why, then thy husband's lands I freely give
thee. Gray. I take my leave with
thoufand thanks. Glo. The match is made, she seals it with a curtsy. K. Edw. But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I mean. Gray. 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?
K. Edw. No, by my troth, I did not mean fuch love,
Gray. My mind will never grant what I perceive
to lie with thoe.
lands. Gray. Why, then mine honesty hall be my dower ; For by that loss I will not purchase them.
K. Edw. Therein thou wrong'it thy children mightily.
Gray. Herein your Highness wrongs both them and me:
K. Édw. Ay; if thou wilt fay, ay, to my requcft:
Gray. Then, no, my Lord; my suit is at an end.
K. Ed-w. Her looks do argue her replete with modefty,
Gray. 'Tis better said than done, my gracious Lori;
K. Edw. Sweet widow, by my state I swear to tl.ee,