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Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love,
him tyrant this reason fuffice,
War. Injurious Margaret !
War. Because thy father Henry did usurp,
Oxf. Then Warwick disanuls great John of Gaunt,
War. Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse,
Oxf. Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy Liege,
War. Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right,
Oxf. Call him my King, by whose injurious doom
No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm,
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. Then further; all dissembling fet afide,
War. Such it feenis,
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 th’ English King,
Prince. To Edward, but not to the English King.
Queen. Deceitful Warwick, it was thy device
K. Lew. And still is friend to him and Margaret;
War. Henry now lives in Scotland at his ease,
Queen. Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, peace!
[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 ;
War. King Lewis, I here proteft in fight of heav'n,
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
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.