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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.

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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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 ?



Queen. I told your Majesty as much before ;
This proveth Edward's love and Warwick's honefty.

War. King Lewis, I here proteft in fight of heav'n,
And by the hope I have of heav'nly bliss,
That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's :
No more my King; for he disonours 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 th' abufe done to my niece!
Did I impaic 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 defert is honour!
And to repair my honour loft 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 ftate.

Queen. Il’arwick, these words have turn'd my hate to love, And I forgive and quite forget old faults ; And joy, that thou becom’ł King Henry's friend.

War. So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend, That if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us. With fome few bands of chosen foldiers, I'll undertake to land them on our coast, And force the tyrant from his feat by war. 'Tis not his new-made bride fhall fuccour him ; And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me, He's very likely now to fall from him, For matching more for wanton luft than honour, Or

Bona. Dear brother, how fhall Bona be reveng'd, But by thy help to this diftrefled Queen?

Queen. Renowned Prince, how thall poor Henry live, Unless thou rescue him from foal despair et

Bona, My quarrel, and this English Queen's, are one. War. And mine, fair Lady Bona, joins with yours. K. Low. And mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret's.


Therefore at last I firmly am resolvid
You shall have aid.

Queen. 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, Thật Lewis of France is sending over maskers, To revel it with him and his new bride. Thou seeft what's paft, go fear thy King withal.

Bona. Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly, I wear the willow garland for his fake.

Queen. 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, be gone.

[Exit Poft. K. Lew. Bat Warwick, Thyself and Oxford with five thousand men Shall cross the feas, and bid falfe Edward batcle : And as occasion serves, this noble Queen And Prince shall follow with a fresh fupply. Yet ere thou go, but answer me one doubt: What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty ?

War. This fhall affure my constant loyalty, That if our Queen and this young Prince agree, I'll join my younger daughter and my joy (17) To him forthwith, in holy wedlock bands.

Queen. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion. Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous ; Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick,

(17) I'll join my eldest daughter, and my joy, To bim fortbwitb, -] Surely, this is a mistake of the copyists. Hall, in the 9th year of K. Edward IV. says, Edward, Prince of Wales, wedded Anne SECOND daughter to the Earl of Warwick_And the Duke of Clarence was in love with the ELDER, the Lady Isabel ; and in reality was inarried to her five years before Prince Edward took the Lady Anne to wife,

And in K. Richard 3d, Gloucester, who married this Lady Anne when a widow, says;

For then I'll marry Warwick's YOUNGEST daughter,

What tho' I kill'd her husband and her father? i, e. Prince Edward, and K. Henry VI. her father in law. See likewife Holingshead in his chronicle ; p. 671 and 674.

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