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at that,

Manet Gloster and speakes.

Queen. And if this go forward all our hope

is done, Glo. I, Edward will vse women honourablie,

War. And gratious Madam, iu our kings Would he were wasted marrow, bones and all,

behalfe, That from his loines no issue might succeed To hinder me from the golden time I looke for, Humblie to kisse your hand and with my tongue,

I am commanded with your love and fauour, For I am not yet lookt on in the world. First is there Edward, Clarence, and Henry

To tell the passions of my soueraines hart,

Where fame late entring at his heedfull eares, And his sonne, and all they lookt for issue Of their loines ere I can plant my selfo,

Hath plast thy glorious image and thy vertues. A cold premeditation for my purpose,

Queen. King Lewes and Lady Bona heare

me speake, What other pleasure is there in the world beside ?

Before you answere Warwike or his words, I will go clad my bodie in gaie ornaments,

For hee it is hath done vs all these wrongs. And lull my selfe within a ladies lap,

War. Iniurious Margaret. And witch sweet Ladies with my words and lookes.

Prince Ed. And why not Queene ? Oh monstrous man, to harbour such a thought!

War. Because thy father Henry did vsurpe. Why loue did scorne me in my mothers wombe. And thou no more art Prince then shee is And for I should not deale in hir affaires,

Queene. Shee did corrupt fraile nature in the flesh,

Ox. Then Warwike disanuls great Iohn of And plaste an enuious mountaine on my backe,

Gaunt, Where sits deformity to mocke my bodie,

That did subdue the greatest part of Spaine, To drie mine arme vp like a withered shrimpe. And after Iohn of Gaunt wise Henry the fourth, To make my legges of an vnequall size,

Whose wisedome was a mirrour to the world. And am I then a man to be belou'd ?

And after this wise prince Henry the fift, Easier for me to compasse twentie crownes.

Who with his prowesse conquered all France, Tut I can smile, and murder when I smile,

From these our Henries lineallio discent. I crie content, to that that greeues me most.

War. Oxford, how haps that in this smooth I can addo colours to the Camelion,

discourse And for a need change shapes with Protheus, You told not how Henry the sixt had lost And set the aspiring Catalin to schoole.

All that Henry the Aft had gotten. Can doe this, and cannot get the crowne ?

Me thinkes these peores of France should smile Tush were it ten times higher, lle put it downe.

[Edit. But for the rest you tell a pettigree (Act III. Scene III.)

Of threescore and two yeares a sillie time, Enter king Lewis and the ladie Bons, and to make prescription for a kingdomes worth. Queene MARGARET, Prince EDWARD,

Oxf. Why Warwike, canst thon denie thy and OXFORD and others.


Whom thou obeyedst thirtie and eight yeeres, Lewes. Welcome Queene Margaret to the Court of France,

And bewray thy treasons with a blush ?

War. Can Oxford that did euer fence the It fits not Lewis to sit while thou dost stand, Sit by my side, and here I vow to thee,

Now buckler falshood with a pettigree? Thou shalt baue aide to repossesse thy right, For shame leaue Henry and call Edward king. And beat proud Edward from his vsurped seat.

Oxf. Call him my king by whom mine elder And place king Henry in his former rule.

Brother the Lord Awbray Vere was done to Queen. I humblie thanke your royall maiestie. And pray the God of heauen to blesse thy state, and more than so, my father euen in the Great king of France, that thus regards our

Downefall of his mellowed yeares, wrongs.

When age did call him to the dore of death? Enter Warwike.

No Warwike no, whilst life vpholds this arme Lew. How now, who is this?

This arme vpholds the house of Lancaster. Queen. Our Earle of Warwike Edwardes War. And I the house of Yorke. chiefest friend.

K Lewes. Queene Margaret, prince Edward Lew. Welcome braue Warwike, what brings

and thee to France ?

Oxford, vouchshafe to forbeare a while, War. From worthly Edward king of England, Till I doe talke a word with Warwike. My Lord and Soueraigne and thy vowed friend. Now Warwike euen vpon thy honor tell me I come in kindness and vnfained loue,

true; First to do greetings to thy royall person, Is Edward lawfull king or no? And then to craue a league of amitie, For I were loath to linke with him, that is not And lastlie to confirme that amitie

lawfull heir. With nuptiall knot if thou vouchsafe to grant War. Thereon I pawne miue honour and That vertuous ladie Bona thy fairo sister,

my credit. To Englands king in lawfull marriage.

Lew. What is be grations in the peoples eies ?




War. The more, that Henry is vofortunate. Did I let passe the abuse done to thy neece ? Lew. What is his love to our sister Bona? Did I impale him with the regall Crowne, War. Such it seemes

And thrust king Henry from his natiue home, As maie beseeme a monarke like himselfe. And most vngratefull doth he vse me thus ? My selfe haue often heard him saie and sweare, My gratious Queene pardon what is past, That this his loue was an eternall plant, And henceforth I am thy true seruitour, The root whereof was fixt in vertues ground, I will reuenge the wrongs done to ladie Bona, The leaves and fruite mantainde with beauties sun, And replant Henry in his former state. Exempt from enuie, but not from disdaine, Queen. Yes Warwike I doo quite forget thy Vnlesse the ladie Bona quite his paine

former Lew. Then sister let vs heare your firme Faults, if now thou wilt become king Henries resolue.

friend. Bona. Your grant or your denial shall be War. So much his friend, I his vnfained mine,

friend. But ere this daie I must confesse, when I That if king Lewes vouchsafe to furnish vs Haue heard your kings deserts recounted, With some fow bands of chosen souldiers, Mine eares have tempted iudgement to desire. Ile undertake to land them on our coast, Lew. Then draw Deere Queene Margaret And force the Tyrant from his seate by warre, and be a

Tis not his new made bride shall succour him. Witnesse, that Bona shall be wife to the Eoglish Lew. Then at the last I firmelie am resolu'd, king.

You shall have aide: and English messenger Prince Edw. To Edward, but not the English

returne king

In post, and tell false Edward thy supposed king, War. Henry now liues in Scotland at his That Lewis of France is sending ouer Maskers

To reuell it with him and his new bride. Where hauing nothing, nothing can he lose, Bona. Tell him in bope heele be a Widower And as for you your selfe our quondam Queone,

shortlie, You haue a father able to mainetaine your state, Ile weare the willow garland for his 'sake. And better twere to trouble him then France. Queen. Tell him my mourning weedes be

laide aside, Sound for a post within.

And I am readie to put armour on. Lew. Here comes some post Warwike to War. Tell him from me, that he hath done thee or vs.

me wrong, Post. My Lord ambassador this letter is for And therefore Ile vncrowne him er't be long. you,

Thears thy reward, begone. Sent from your brother Marquis Montague. Lew. But now tell me Warwike, what This from our king voto your Maiestie, And these to you Madam, from whom I know not. I shall haue of thy true loyaltie? Oxf. I like it well that our faire Queene War. This shall assure my constant loyaltie, and mistresse,

If that our Qusene and this young prince agree, Smiles at her newes when Warwike frets as his. Ile ioine mine eldest daughter and my ioie P. Ed. And marke how Lewes stamps as he To him forthwith in holie wedlockes bandes. were nettled.

Queen. Withall my hart, that match I like Lew. Now Margaret & Warwike, what are your news?

Loue her sonne Edward, shee is faire and Queen. Mine such as fils my hart full of

yong, ioie.

And give thy hand to Warwike for thy loue. War. Mine full of sorrow and harts dis- Lew. It is enough, and now we will prepare, content.

To leuie souldiers for to go with you. Lew. What hath your king married the La-And you Lord Bourbon our high Admirall, die Gray,


full wel,

Shall waft them safelie to the English coast, And now to excuse himselfe sends vs a post And chase proud Edward from his slumbring

of papers ? How dares he presume to vse vs thus ? For mocking marriage with the name of France. Quce. This proueth Edwards loue, & War- War. I came from Edward as Imbassadour wiks honesty.

But I returne his sworne and mortall foe: War. King Lewis, I here protest in sight Matter of marriage was the charge be gaue me, of heauen,

But dreadfull warre shall answere his demand. And by the hope I haue of heauenlie blisse, Had he none else to make a stale but me? That I am cleare from this misdeed of Edwards. Then none but I shall turne his iest to sorrow. No more my king, for he dishonours me, I was the chiefe that raisde him to the crowne, And most himselfe, if he could see his shame. And Ile be chiefe to bring him downe againe, Did I forget that by the house of Yorke, Not that I pittie Henries miserie, My father came vntimelie to his death? But seeke reuenge on Edwards mockerie. [Exit.



(Act IV. Scene I.)

Why man be of good cheore, lle prouide thee

one. Enter king EDWARD, the Queene and CLARENCE,

Cla. Naie you plaide the broker so ill for and GLOSTER, and Montague, ano Hastings,

your selfe, and PENBROOKE, with souldiers.

That you shall give me leave to make my Edw. Brothers of Clarence, and of Glocester, Choise as I thinko good, and to that intent, What thinke you of our marriage with the ladie I shortlio meane to leaue you. Gray ?

Edw. Leave me or tarrie I am full resolu'd, Cla. My Lord, we thinke as Warvvike and Edward will not be tied to his brothers wils. Levves

Queen. My Lords doe me but right, and That are so slacke in iudgement, that theile

you must take

Confesse, before it pleasd his highnesse to adNo offence at this suddaine marriage. Edw. Suppose they doe, they are but Levves My state' to title of a Queene, and

That I was not ignoble in my birth. Warvvike, and I am your king and Warvvikes, Edw. Forbeare my love to fawne vpon their And will be obaied.

frownes, Glo. And shall, because our king, but yet For thee they must obay, naie shall obaie, such

And if they looke for fauour at my hands, Sudden marriages seldome proueth well.

Mont. My Lord, heere is the messenger reEdw. Yea brother Richard are you against

turnd from France.
TS too?

Enter a Messenger.
Glo. Not I my Lord, no, God forefend that
I should


Ed. Now sirra, What letters or what newes? Once gaine saie your highnesse pleasure, Mes. No letters my Lord, and such newes, 1, & twere a pittie to sunder them that yoake

as without so well togither.

your highnesse speciall pardon I dare not relate, Edw. Setting your skornes and your dislikes Edw. We pardon thee, and as neere as thou

canst Shew me some reasons why the Ladie Gray, Tell me, What said Lewis to our letters? Maie not be my loue and Englands Queene? Mes. At my departure these were his verie Speake freelie Clarence, Gloster,

words. Montague and Hastings.

Go tell false Edward thy supposed king, Cla. My Lord then this is my opinion, That Lewis of France is sending ouer Maskers, That Warwike beeing dishonored in his em- To reuill it with him and his new bride. bassage,

Edu. Is Lewis so braue, belike he thinkes Doth seeke reuenge to quite his iniuries.

me Henry. Glo. And Levves in regard of his sisters But what said Lady Bona to these wrongs? wrongs,

Mes. Tel him quoth she, in hope heele Doth ioine with Warwike to supplant your state. proue a widdower shortly, Ile weare the willow Edw. Suppose that Lewis and Warwike be garland for his sake. appeasd,

Edw. She had the wrong, indeed she could By such meanes as I can best deuise.

saie Mont. But yet to have ioind with France Little lesse. But what saide Henries Queene,

in this Alliance, would more have strengthened this our I heare, she was then in place ? Common wealth, gainst forraine stormes, Mes. Tell him quoth she

my mourning Then anio home bred marriage.

weeds be Hast. Let England be true within it selfe, Doone, and I am readie to put armour on. We need not France por any alliance with them. Edw. Then belike she meanes to plaie the Cla. For this one speech the Lord Hastings

Amazon. wel deserues

But what said Warwike to these iniuries? To haue the daughter and heire of the Lord Mes. He more incensed then the rest my

Hungerford. Edw. And what then? It was our will it Tell him quoth he, that he hath done me wrong, should be so?

And therefore Ile yncrowne him er't be long. Cla. I, and for such a thing too the Lord Ed. Ha, Durst the traytor breath out such Scales

proude words? Did well deserue at your hands, to have the But I will arme me to preuent the worst. Daughter of the Lord Bonfield, and left your But what is Warwike friendes with Margaret? Brothers to go seeke elsewhere, but in

Mes. I my good Lord, theare so linkt in Your madnes, you burie brotherhood.

friendship, Edw. Alasse poore Clarence, is it for a wife, That young Prince Edward marries Warwikes That thou art mal-content,


for as


Cla. The elder, helike Clarence shall have the

(Act IV. Scene III.) Yonger. All you that loue me and Warwike Follow me.

[Exit CLARENCE and SUMMERSET. Alarmes, and GLOSTER and Hastings flies. Edw. Clarence and Summerset fled to Warwike.

Oxf. Who goes there? What saie you brother Richard, will you stand

War. Richard and Hastings let them go, to vs?

heere is the Duke. Glo. I my Lord, in despight of all that shall

Edw. The Duke, why Warwike when we Withstand you. For why hath Nature

parted Made me halt downe right, but that I

Last, thou caldst me king?
Should be valiant and stand to it, for if

War. I, but the case is altred now.
I would, I cannot runne awaie.
Edw. Penbrooke, go raiso an armie presentlie; Then I disgraste you from being king,

When you disgraste me in my embassage,
Pitch vp my tent, for in the field this night And now am come to create you Duke of Yorke,
I meape to rest, and on the morrow morne,

Alasse how should you gouerne anie kingdome, le march to meet proud Warwike ere he land That knowes not how to vse embassadors, Those stragling troopes which be hath got in Nor how to vse your brothers brotherlie, France.

Nor how to shrowd your selfe from enimies. But ere I goe Montague and Hastings.

Edw. Well Warwike, let fortune doe her You of all the rest are neerest allied

worst, In bloud to Warwike, therefore tell me, if

Edward in minde will beare himselfe a king. You fauour him more then me or not:

War. Then for his minde be Edward EngSpeake truelie, for I hath rather have you open

lands king, Enemies, then hollow friends. Monta. So God helpe Montague as be proues Go conuaie him to our brother archbishop of

But Henry now shall weare the English crowne. true.

Yorke, Hast. And Hastings as he fauours Edwards And when I haue fought with Penbrooke & cause.

his followers, Edw. It shall suffice, come then lets march lle come and tell thee what the ladie Bona awaia. [Exeunt Omnes

saies, (Act IV. Scene II.)

And so for a while farewell good Duke of Yorke.

(Exeunt some with EDWARD. Enter WARWIKE and OXFORD, with souldiers. Cla. What followes now, all hithertoo gous

War. Trust me my Lords all hitherto goes well, The common people by numbers swarme to vs,

But we must dispatch some lettets to France, But see where Sommerset and Clarence comes,

To tell the Queene of our happy fortune, Speake suddenlie my Lords, are we all friends ? And bid hir come with speed to ioine with vs. Cla. Feare not that my Lord.

War. I thats the first thing that we have War. Then gentle Clarence welcome vnto

to doe, Warwike.

And free king Henry from imprisonment, And welcome Summerset, I hold it cowardise, And see him seated in his regall throne, To rest mistrustfull where a noble hart,


Come let vs haste awaio, and hauing past these Hath pawndo an open hand in signe of loue, Else might I thinke that Clarence, Edwards he post to Yorke, and see how Edward fares. brother,

[Exeunt Omnes. Were but a fained friend to our proceedings,

(Act IV Scene V.) But welcome sweet Clarence my daughter shal

Enter GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and sir WILLIAM be thine.

And now what rests but in nights couerture,
Thy brother being careleslie encampt,

Glo. Lord Hastings, and sir William Stanly
His souldiers lurking in the towne about, Know that the cause I sent for you is this.
And but attended by a simple gaarde, I looke my brother with a slender traine,
We maio surprise and take him at our pleasure, Should come a hunting in this forrest heere.
Our skouts have found the aduenture verie easie, The Bishop of Yorke befriends him much,
Then crie king Henry with resolued mindes, And lets him vse his pleasure in the chase,
And breake we presentlie into his tent. Now I have priuilie sent him word,

Cla. Why then lets on our waie in silent sort, How I am come with you to rescue him, For Warwike and his friends God and saint And see where the huntsman and he doth come. George.

Enter EDWARD and a Huntsman. War. This is his tent, and see where his guard doth

Hunts. This waie my Lord the deere is gone. Stand, Courage my souldiers, now or neuer, Edw. No this waie huntsman, see where the But follow me now, and Edward shall be ours. Keepers stand. Now brother and the rest, AU. A Warwike, a Warwike.

What, are yon prouided to depart?


Glo. I, 1, the horse stands at the parke Enter the Lord Maire of Yorke upon the wals. corner,

Mair. My Lords we had notice of your Come, to Linne, and so take shipping into

comming, Flanders.

And thats the cause we stand vpon our garde, Edw. Come then: Hastings, and Stanlie, 1 And shut the gates for to preserue the towne. will

Henry now is king, and we are sworne to him, Requite your loues. Bishop farewell,

Edw. Why my Lord Maire, if Henry be Sheeld thee from Warwikes frowne, And praie that I maie repossesse the crowne. Edward I am sure at least, is Duke of Yorke.

your king, Now huntsman what will you doe ?

Mair. Truth my Lord, we know you for Hunts. Marrie my Lord, I thinke I had as

no lesse. good

Edw. I crave nothing but my Dukedome. Goo with you, as tarrie heere to be hangde.

Rich. But when the Fox hath gotten in his head, Edw. Come then lets awaie with speed.

Heele quicklie make the bodie follow after. [Exeunt Omnes.

Hast. Why my Lord Maire, what stand you (Act IV. Scene IV.)

vpon points ?

Open the gates, we are king Henries friends. Enter the Queene and the Lord Rivers.

Mair. Sai you so, then lle open them Riuers. Tel me good maddam, why is your


[Exit Maire. grace

Ri. By my faith, a wise stout captain & So passionate of late?

soone perswaded. Queen. Why brother Riuers, heare you not The Maire opens the dore, and brings the newes,

the keies in his hand. Of that successe king Edward had of late ? Edw. So my Lord Maire, these gates must Riue What? losse of some pitcht battaile

not be shut, against Warwike,

But in the time of warre, give me the keies: Tush, feare not faire Queen, but cast those What, feare not man for Edward will defend cares aside.

the towne and you, despight of all your foes. King Edwards noble mind his honours doth Enter sir Iohn MountGoMMERY with drumme display:

and souldiers. And Warwike maie loose, though then he got How now Richard, who is this? the day.

Rich. Brother, this is sir Iohn Mountgommery, Queen. If that were all, my griefes were at

A trustie friend vnlesse I be deceiude. an end :

Edw, Welcome sir Iohn. Wherefore come But greater troubles will I feare befall.

you in armes ? Riu. What, is he taken prisoner by the foe,

Sir Iohn. To helpe king Edward in this To the danger of his royall person then ?

time of stormes, Queen. I, thears my griefe, king Edward As euerie loyall subiect ought to doe. is surprisde,

Edw. Thankes braue Mountgommery, And led awaie, as prisoner vnto Yorke.

But I onlie claime my Dukodom. Riu. The newes is passing strange, I must Vntil it please God to send the rest. confesse :

Sir Iohn. Then fare you wel? Drum strike Yet comfort your selfe, for Edward hath more friends,

vp and let vs

March away, I came to seruo a king and not Then Lancaster at this time must perceive,

a Duke. That some will set him in his throne againe.

Edw. Nay staie sir Iohn, and let vs first Queen. God grant they maie, but gentle brother come,


With what security wo maie doe this thing. And let me leane vpon thine arme a while,

Sir Iohn. What stand you on debating, to Vntill I come vnto the sanctuarie,

be briefe, There to preserue the fruit within my wombe, Except you presently proclaime your selfe our K. Edwards seed true heire to Englands crowne.


[Exit. ne hence againe, and keepe them backe that (Act IV. Scene VII.)

como to Enter EDWARD and RICHARD, and HASTINGS

Succour you, why should we fight when

You pretend no title? with a troope of Hollanders.

Rich. Fie brother, fie, stand you fpon Edw. Thus far from Belgia haue we past

tearmes ?

Resolue your selfe, and let vs claime the And marcht from Raunspor hauen vnto Yorke: But soft the gates are shut, I liko not this. Edw. I am resolude once more to claime Rich. Sound vp the drum and call them to

the crowne, the wals.

And win it too, or else to loose my life.

the seas,


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