Springs not from Edward's well-meant honeft love, For how can tyrants fafely govern home, ⚫ Yet heav'ns are juft, and time fuppreffeth wrongs. Prince. And why not Queen ? War. Because thy father Henry did ufurp, And thou no more art Prince, than fhe is Queen. Oxf. Then Warwick difanuls great John of Gaunt, Which did fubdue the greatest part of Spain; And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the fourth, Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wifeft; And, after that wife Prince, Henry the fifth, Who by his prowess conquered all France: From thefe our Henry lineally defcends. War. Oxford, how haps it, in this fmooth difcourfe, Methinks, thefe Peers of France fhould fmile at that. Of threescore and two years, a filly time To make prefcription for a kingdom's worth. Oxf. Why, Warwick, canft thou fpeak against thy Liege, Whom thou obeyedft thirty and fix years, And not bewray thy treafon with a blufh? War: Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right, Now buckler falfhood with a pedigree? For fhame, leave Henry, and call Edward King. No, No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm, K. Lew. Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford, Vouchsafe at our request to ftand afide, While I ufe farther conference with Warwick. Queen. Heav'ns grant, that Warwick's words bewitch him not! [They stand aloof. K. Leu. Now, Warwick, tell me even upon thy conIs Edward your true King? for I were loth [fcience, To link with him, that were not lawful chofen. War. Thereon I 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 diffembling fet afide, Tell me for truth the measure of his love Unto our fifter Bona. War. Such it feems, As may befeen a monarch like himself: K. Lew. Now, fifter, let us hear your firm refolve. Mine ear hath tempted judgment to defire. K.Lew.Then, Warwick, this: our fifter fhall be Edward's. And now forthwith fhall articles be drawn Touching the jointure that your King muft make, K. Leve K. Lew. And ftill is friend to him and Margaret; But if your title to the crown be weak, As may appear by Edward's good fuccefs; Then 'tis but reafon, that I be releas'd From giving aid, which late I promised. Yet fhall you have all kindness at my hand, That your eftate requires, and mine can yield. War. Henry now lives in Scotland at his ease, Where having nothing, nothing can he lofe. And as for you yourfelf, our quondam Queen, You have a father able to maintain you: And better 'twere, you troubled him than France. Queen. Peace, impudent and fhameless Warwick, peace! Proud fetter-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 falfe love: [Poft, blowving a horn within. For both of you are birds of felf-fame feather. Enter a Poft. Poft. My Lord Ambassador, these letters are for you; Sent from your brother, Marquis Montague. [Queen ? Sends me a paper to perfuade me patience? Is this th' alliance, that he feeks with France ? Queen. Queen. I told your Majesty as much before; That I am clear from this mifdeed of Edrvard's: Queen. Warwick, thefe words have turn'd my hate to love, And I forgive and quite forget old faults; And joy, that thou becom'ft King Henry's friend. With fome few bands of chofen foldiers, For matching more for wanton luft than honour, Queen. Renowned Prince, how thall poor Henry live, Unless thou refcue him from foul despair è Bona. My quarrel, and this English Queen's, are one. War. And mine, fair Lady Bona, joins with yours. K. Lew. And mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret's. Therefore Therefore at laft I firmly am resolv❜d You fhall have aid. Queen. Let me give humble thanks for all at once. That Lewis of France is fending over maskers, 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 afide; 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. K. Lew. But Warwick, Thyfelf and Oxford with five thousand men [Exit Poft. Shall cross the feas, and bid falfe Edward battle: War. This fhall affure my conftant loyalty, Queen. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion. Son Edward, he is fair and virtuous; Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick, (17) I'll join my eldest daughter, and my joy, To bim fortbaith,-] Surely, this is a mistake of the copyifts. Hall, in the 9th year of K. Edzard IV. fays, 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 married to her five years before Prince Edward tɔok the Lady Anne to wife. And in K. Richard 38, Gloucester, who married this Lady Anne when a widow, fays; 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. |