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Enter Warwick.
K. Lew. What's he approacheth boldly to our presence ?
Queen. Our Earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend.
K, Lew. Welcome, brave Warwick, what brings thee

to France ? [He defcends. She arifeth.
Queen. 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 Sou'reign, and thy vowed friend,
I come (in kindness and unfeigned love)
First to do greetings to thy royal perfon,
And then to crave a league of amity ;
And lastly, to confirm that amity
With nuptial knot, if thou vouch safe to grant
That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair fifter,
To England's King in lawful marriage.

Queen. If that go forward, Henry's hope is done!
War. And, gracious Madam, in our King's behalf,

[Speaking te Bona.
I am commanded, with your leave and favour,
Humbly to kiss your hand; and with my tongue
To tell the passion of my Sov'reign's heart;
Where fame, late ent’ring at his heedful ears,
Hath plac'd thy beauty's image and thy vistue.

Queen, King Lewis, and Lady Bona, hear me speak, Before you answer Warrvick, His demand difturbid the text here, I cannot smother an ingenious conjecture of my friend's on this pallage.- How does impatience wait mowe parsicas

lurly on true forrow? On the contrary, those forrows, such as ti.is Queen's, which came gradually, by a long course of misfortunes,

are generally less impatient than that of those, who, having been “ unacquainted with misfortunes, fall into sudden miseries, Perhaps, w the true reading might be;

0, but impatience, waiting, rues to-morrow :

And see, wbere comes the breeder of my sorrow. “ j. e. When impatience waits and follicits for redress, there is no.

thin the so much dreads as being put off" till to-morrow ; (a pro“ verb al expression for procrastination) and a very proper reply to the

King. Besides, a rhyme is hereby added, in which custom the

poet so much delighted; and a sentiment is convey'd truly worthy ~ of him,"

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Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love,
But from deceit bred by neceflity :
For how can tyrants fafely govern home,
Unless abroad 'they purchase great alliance ?

him tyrant this reason fuffice,
That Henry liveth ftill; but were he dead,
Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry's son.
Look therefore, Lewis, that by this Icague and marriage
Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour:
For tho' ufurpers fway the rule a while,
Yet heav'ns are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.

of Spain;

War. Injurious Margaret !
Prince. And why not Queen?

War. Because thy father Henry did usurp,
And thou no more art Prince, than she is Queen.

Oxf. Then Warwick disanuls great John of Gaunt,
Which did subdue the greatest part
And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the fourid,
Whole wisdom was a mirror to the wifeft;
And, after that wise Prince, Henry the fifth,
Who by his prowess conquered all France:
From these our Henry lineally descends.

War. Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse, You cold not, how Henry the fixth hath lost All that which Henry the fifth hath gotten ? Methinks, these Peers of France should smile at that. But, for the rest ; you tell a pedigree Of threescore and two years, a filly time To make prescription for a kingdom's worth.

Oxf. Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy Liege,
Whom thou obeyedst thirty and fix years,
And not bewray thy treason with a blush?

War. Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right,
Now buckler falíhood with a pedigree?
For Mame, leave Henry, and call Edward King.

Oxf. Call him my King, by whose injurious doom
My elder brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere,
Was done to death ? and more than so, my father,
Even in the downfal of his mellow'd years,
When nature brought him to the door of death?

No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm,
This arm upholds the house of Lancasier.

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 farther conference with Warwick. Queen. Heav'ns grant, that Warwick’s words bewitch him not!

[T bey fand aloof K. Lev. Now, Warwick, tell me even upon thy conIs Edward your true King ? for I were loth [science, To link with him, that were not lawful chosen.

War. Thereon / pawn my credit and mine honour.
K. Lew. But is he gracious in the people's eyes?
War. The more, that Henry was unfortunate.

K. Lew. Then further; all dissembling fet afide,
Tell nie for truth the measure of his love
Unto our fifter Bona.

War. Such it feenis,
As may befcein a monarch like himself:
Myself have often heard him say, and swear,
That this his love was an external plant,
Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground,
The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun;
Exempt from

envy, but not from disdain, Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain.

K. Lew. Now, fifter, let us hear your firm resolve.

Bona. Your grant, or your denial, hall be mine. Yet I confess, that often ere this day,

[Speaks to War. When I have heard your King's desert recounted, Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire.

K.Lew. Then, Warwick, this: our sister Mall be Edward's. And now forthwith shall articles be drawn Touching the jointure that your King must make, Which with her dowry shall be counterpois’d. Draw near, Queen Nsargaret, and be a witness, That Buna shall be wife to thEnglish King,

Prince. To Edward, but not to the English King.

Queen. Deceitful Warwick, it was thy device
By this alliance to make void niy
Before thy coming, Lewis was Henry's friend.

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suit;

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 can he 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.

Queen. Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, peace!
Proud tetter-up and puller down of Kings !
I will not hence, till with my talk and tears
(Both full of truth) I make King Lervis behold
Thy fly conveyance, and thy Lord's false love :

[Post, blozving a horn within. For both of you are birds of self- same feather. K. Lew. Warwick, this is some poit to us, or thee.

Enter a Poft. Poft. My Lord Ambassador, these letters are for you ;

[To Warwick. Sent from your brother, Marquis Montague. These from our King unto your Majesty. [T. K. Lew. And, Madam, these for you; from whom I know not.

[To the Queen. 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.

[Queen ? K. Lew. Warwick, what are thy news? and yours,

fair Queen. Mine fuch, as fills my heart with unhop'd joys. War. Mine full of sorrow and heart's discontent.

K. Lew. What! has your King marry'd the Lady Gray? And now, to sooth your forgery and his, Sends me a paper to persuade me patience ? Is this th' alliance, that he feeks with France ? Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner ?

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