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АСТ II. SCENE I. A Chace in the North of England. Enter Two Keepers, with Cross-bows in their Hands.
Keep. Under this thick-grown brake* we'll . shroud ourselves; • For through this laund' anon the deer will come;
And in this covert will we make our stand, • Culling the principal of all the deer. * 2 Keep. I'll stay above the hill, so both may
shoot. * i Keep. That cannot be; the noise of thy
cross-bow * Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost. * Here stand we both, and aim we at the best: * And, for the time shall not seem tedious, * I'll tell thee what befell me on a day, * In this self-place where now we mean to stand. 2 Keep. Here come's a man, let's stay till he be
past. Enter King Henry, disguised, with a Prayer-book. K. Hen. From Scotland am I stol’n, even of pure
love, "To greet mine own land with my wishful sight. • No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine; * Thy place is fill’d, thy scepter wrung from thee, * Thy balm wash'd off, wherewith thou wast
4- brake-) A brake anciently signified a thicket. 5
– this laund-] Luund means the same as lawn ; a plain extended between woods.
No bending knee will call thee Cæsar now,
No humble suitors press to speak for right, * No, not a man comes for redress of thee; For how can I help them, and not myself? i Keep. Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's
fee: · This is the quondam king; let's seize upon him.
* K. Hen. Let me embrace these sour adversities; * For wise men say, it is the wisest course. * 2 Keep. Why linger we? let us lay hands upon
him. *Keep. Forbear a while; we'll hear a little more. K. Hen. My queen, and son, are gone to France
for aid; And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick
Is thither gone, to crave the French king's sister * To wife for Edward : If this news be true, • Poor queen, and son, your labour is but lost;
For Warwick is a subtle orator, • And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words. * By this account, then, Margaret may win him;
For she's a woman to be pitied much: * Her sighs will make a battery in his breast; * Her tears will pierce into a marble heart; * The tiger will be mild, while she doth mourn; * And Nero will be tainted with remorse, * To hear, and see, her plaints, her brinish tears. * Ay, but she's come to beg; Warwick, to give : She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry; He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward. She weeps, and says-her Henry is depos'd; He smiles, and says—his Edward is install’d; * That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no
more: * Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong, * Inferreth arguments of mighty strength; * And, in conclusion, wins the king from her,
* With promise of his sister, and what else, * To strengthen and support king Edward's place. * O Margaret,“ thus 'twill be; and thou, poor soul, * Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn. 2 Keep. Say, what art thou, that talk'st of kings
and queens? • K. Hen. More than I seem, and less than I was
born to: - A man at least, for less I should not be; And men may talk of kings, and why not I? 62 Keep. Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a
king. • K. Hen. Why, so I am, in mind; and that's
enough. 2 Keep. But, if thou be a king, where is thy
crown? K. Hen. My crown is in my heart, not on my
head; * Not deck'd with diamonds, and Indian stones, * Nor to be seen: ' my crown is call’d, content; A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy. 2 Keep. Well, if you be a king crown'd with
content, Your crown content, and you, must be contented * To go along with us: for, as we think, • You are the king, king Edward hath depos'd;
And we his subjects, sworn in all allegiance, · Will apprehend you as his enemy. * K. Hen. But did you never swear, and break an
oath? * 2 Keep. No, never such an oath, nor will not
now. * K. Hen. Where did you dwell, when I was
king of England ?
60 Margaret, &c.] The piety of Henry scarce interests us more for his misfortunes, than this his constant solicitude for the welfare of his deceitful Queen. STĖEVENS.
* 2 Keep. Here in this country, where we now
remain. * K. Hen. 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? · * 1 Keep. No; For we were subjects, but while you were king. * K. Hen. Why, am I dead do I not breathe a
man? * Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear. * Look, as I blow this feather from my face, * And as the air blows it to me again, * Obeying with my wind when I do blow, * And yielding to another when it blows,
Commanded always by the greater gust; * Such is the lightness of you common men. * But do not break your oaths; for, of that sin * My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty. * Go where you will, the king shall be commanded; * And be you kings; command, and I'll obey. ..* 1 Keep. We are true subjects to the king, king
Edward. * K. Hen. So would you be again to Henry, * If he were seated as king Edward is.
i Keep. We charge you, in God's name, and in
"Keep. the king's; he officers.ad; your kin
To go with us unto the officers. 'K. Hen. In God's name, lead; your king's name
be obey'd: * And what God will, then let your king perform; * And what he will, I humbly yield unto.
Enter King Edward, Gloster, Clarence, and
• K. Edw. Brother of Gloster, at saint Albans'
field "This lady's husband, sir John Grey, was slain, His lands 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 The worthy gentleman did lose his life.
Glo. Your highness shall do well, to grant her suit; * It were dishonour, to deny it her. K. Edw. It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause.
Glo. Yea! is it so? I see, the lady hath a thing to grant, Before the king will grant her humble suit. Clar. He knows the game; How true he keeps the wind!
[Aside. Glo. Silence!
| Aside. *K. Edw. Widow, we will consider? of your suit; And come some other time, to know our mind. ‘L. Grey. Right gracious lord, I cannot brook
delay: May it please your highness to resolve me now; And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me. Glo. [Aside. Ay, widow? then I'll warrant
you all your lands, ' An if what pleases him, shall pleasure you.
? Widow, we will consider —] This is a very lively and spritely dialogue; the reciprocation is quicker than is common in Shakspeare. Johnson.