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The Palace in England.
Enter Gloucester, Clarence, Somerset and Montagues
Gloucester. low tell me, brother Clarence, what think you
Hath not our brother made a wort hy choice?
Cla. Alas, you know 'tis far from hence to France: How could he stay till Warwick made return? Som. My Lords, forbear this talk. Here comes
the King Flourish. Enter King Edward, Lady Gray as Queen,
Pembroke, Stafford and Hastings : Four stand on
our choice, That you stand pensive, as half malecontent? Clar. As well as Lewis of France, or th’Earl of
Warwick, Which are so weak of courage and in judgment, That they'll take no offence at our abuse.
K. Edw. Suppose they take offence without a cause, They are but Lewis and Warwick, and I am Edward, Your King and Warwick's, and must have my will.
Glo And you shall have your will, because our Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well. [King. K. Edw. Yea, brother Richard, are you offended
too? Glo. Not I; no. God forbid that I should wish Them fevered whom God hath joinu together; Pity to sunder them that yoke so well.
K. Edw. Setting your scorns and your millike aside, Tell me some reafon why the Lady Gray Should not become my wife, and England's Queen?
And you too, Somerset and Montague,,
Cln. Then this is my opinion; that King Lewis
Glo. And Warwick, doing what you gave ir charge,. Is now dishonoured by this new marriage.
K. Edw. What if both Lewis and Warwick be By such invention as I can devise? [appeas'd Mont. Yet to have join'd with France in such al..
liance, Would more have strengthend this our Common
wealth 'Gainst foreign storms; than any home-byred marriage.
Haft. Why, knows not Montague, that of itself England is fafe, if true within iifelf? Mont. Yes; but the safer, when 'tis back'd with.
Cli. For this one speech, Lord Hastings well dea To have the leir of the Lord Hungerford. [serves:
K. Edw. Ay, what of that? it was my will and And for this once my will shall stand forláw.[grant*;. Glo. And yet, methinks, your Grace hath not
done well, To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales : into the brother of your loving brille. She better would have fitted me, or Clarence; But in your bride you bury brotherhood.
Cla. Or elle you would not have bestow'd the Of the Lord Bonvil on your new wife's son, [heir * And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere. K. Edw. Alas, poor Clarence! is it for a wife
It must be remembered, that till the restoration, the heiresies of great estates were in the wardship of the King. Fobnfon.
That thou art malecontent? I will provide thee.
K. Edw. Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be King, And not be ty'd unto his brother's will.
Queen. My Lords, before it pleas’d his Majesty To raise my state to title of a Queen, Do me but right, and you must all confess That I was not ignoble of descent; And meaner than myself have nad like fortune. But as this title honours me and mine, So your dislikes, to whom I would be pleasing, Do cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow. K. Edw. My Love, forbear to fawn upon their
frowns : What danger or what forrow can befal thee, So long as Edward is thy constant friend, And their true Sovereign, whom they must obey? Nay, whom they fhall obey, and love thee too, Unless they seek for hatred at my hands; Which if they do, yet will I keep thee safe, And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath. Glo. aside.] I hear, yet say not much, but think
S Ç E N E II.
Enter a Post.
news froin France ?
K. Edw. Go to, we pardon thee. So tell their words, as near as thou canst guess theme What answer makes King Lewis to our letters ?
Poft. At my depart there were his very words; -Go tell falle Edward thy fupposed King, That Lewis of France is lending over maikers
To revel it with him and his new bride.
K. Edw. Is Lewis so brave? belike he thinks me But what said, Lady Bona to iny marriage. (Henry. Post. Thele were her words, utter'd with mild
disdain ; -Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly, I'll wear the willow garland for his fake.
K. Edw. I blame not her, she could say little less; She had the wrong. But what said Henry's Queen? For so I heard that she was there in place.
Pojt. Tell him, quoth Me, my mourning weeds And I am ready to put armour on. [are done ;
K. Edw. Belike fhe means to play the Amazon. But what iaid Warwick to ihele injuries ?
Pift. He, more incens'd against your Majesty Than all the rest, discharg'd me with thele words; -Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong,. And iberefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long. K. Edw. Ha! durft ille traitor breathe out so proud
words? Well, I will arm me, being thus fore-warn'd: They shall have wars, and pay for their presumption. But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret? Poft Ay, gracious Sov’rcign, they're fo link'd in
friendihip, That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter
[Exit. Cla. Belike the younger; Clarence will have the
elder. -Now, brother King, farewell, and fit you fast, For I will hence to Warwick's other daughter; That though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage I may not prove inferior to yourself. -You thai love me and Warwick, follow me.
[Exit Clarence, and Somerset follows. Glo. Not I: my thoughts aim at a further matter :: I stay not for love of Edward, but the crown. [ Aside. K. Edw. Clarence and Somerset both gone to
Go levy men, and make
for They are already, or will soon be landed; Myself in person will strait follow you.
[Ex. Pembroke and Stafford. But ere I go, Hastings and Montague, Resolve my doubt : you twain, of all the rest, Are near to Warwick by blood and by alliance ; Tell me, if you love Warwick more than me? If it be To, then both depart to him; I rather wish you foes, than hollow friends. But if you mind to hold your true obedience, Give me assurance with some friendly vow, That I may never have you in fufpe&.
Mon. So God help Montague, as he proves true Hast. And Hastings, as he favours Edward's cause! K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, will you stand
by us? Glo. Ay, in despiglit of all that shall withstand you,
K. Edw. Why so. Then am I sure of victory. Now therefore let us hence, and lose no hour, Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power.
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Enter Warwick and Oxford, with French Soldiers.
War. Trust me, my Lord, all hitherto goes well; The common people swarm by numbers to us.
Enter Clarence and Somerset. But fee, where Somerset and Clarence come. -Speak suddenly, my Lords, are we all friends ?
Cla. Fear not that, my Lord.
War. Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto WarAnd welcome, Somerset. I hold it cowardice [wick; To rest mistrustful, where a noble heart Hath pawnd an open hand in sign of love ; Else might I think that Clarence, Edward's brother, Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings. But welcome, friend, my daughter shall be thine.