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And set thy diadem opon my head;
(As if a channel should be call'd the sea,) Or bide the mortal fortune of the field ? Shamist thou not, knowing whence thou art Q. Mar. Go, rate thy minions, proud insulting extraught, boy!
To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart? Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms,
Edw. A wisp of straw were worth a thousand Before thy sovereign, and thy lawful king ?
crowns, Edw. I'am his king, and he should bow his To make this shameless callet know herselfknee;
Helen of Greece was fairer far than thou, I was adopted heir by his consent ;
Although thy husband may be Menelaus: Since when, his oath is broke ; for, as I hear, And ne'er was Agamemnon's brother wrong'd You--that are king, though he do wear the By that false woman, as this king by thee. crown,
His father revell'd in the heart of France, Have caus'd'him, by new act of parliament, And tam'd the king, and made the Dauphin To blot out me, and put his own son in.
stoop; Clif. And reason too ;
And, had he match'd according to his state, Who should succeed the father, but the son ? He might have kept that glory to this day: Rich. Are you there, butcher ?-0, I cannot But, when he took a beggar to his bed, speak!
And grac'd thy poor sire with his bridal day : Clif. Ay, crookback; here I stand to answer Even then that sunshine brew'd a shower for him, thee,
That wash'd his father's fortunes forth of France, Or any he the proudest of thy sort.
And heap'd sedition on his crown at home. Rich. 'Twas you that kill'd young Rutland, For what hath broach'd this tumult, but thy was it not?
pride? Clif. Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied. Hadst thou been meek, our title still had slept ; Rich. For God's sake, lords, give signal to the And we, in pity of the gentle king, fight.
Had slipp'd our claim intil another age. War. What say'st thou, Henry, wilt thou Geo. But, when we saw our sunshine made thy yield the crown ?
spring, Q. Mar. Why, how now, long-tongu'd War- And that thy summer bred ns no increase, wick ? dare you speak ?
We set the axe to thy surping root : When you and I met at St. Albans last, And though the edge hath something hit our. Your legs did better service than your hands.
selves, War. Then 'twas my turn to fily, and now 'tis Yet, know thou, since we have begun to strike, thine
We'll never leave, till we have hewn thee down, Clif. You said so much before, and yet you fled. Or bath'd thy growing with our heated bloods. War. 'Twas not your valour, Clifford, drove Edw. And, in this resolution, I defy thee; me thence.
Not willing any longer conference, North. No, nor your manhood, that durst Since thou deny'st the gentle king to speak.make you stay.
Sound trumpets !--let our bloody colour Rich. Northumberland, I hold thee reverent wave! ly
And either victory, or else a grave.
Edw. No, wrangling woman; we'll no longer Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.
stay i Clif. I slew thy father : Call'st thou him a These words will cost ten thousand lives to-day. child ?
[Ereurit. Rich. Ay, like a dastard, and a treacherous
SCENE III. coward, As thou didat kill our tender brother Rutland;
A Field of Battle between Towton and Saxton,
in Yorkshire. But, ere sunset, I'll make thee curse the deed. K. 'Hen. Have done with words, my lords, and
Alarums : Excursinns. Enter Warwick. hear me spcak.
War. Forspent with toil, as runners with a race, Mar. Defy them then, or else hold close thy I lay me down a little while to breathe : lips.
For strokes receiv'd, and many blows repaid, K. Hen. I pr’ythee, give no limits to my Have robb'd my strong-knit sinews of their tongue ;
strength, I am a king, and privileg'd to speak.
And spite of spite, needs must I rest awhile. Clif. My liege, the wound, that bred this meeting here,
Enter Edward, running. Cannot be cur'd by words; therefore be still. Edw. Smile, gentle heaven! or strike, ungentle Rich. Then, executioner, unsheath thy sword : death 1 By him that made us all, I am resolv'd, For this world frowns, and Edward's sun is That Clifford's manhood lies upon his tongue.
clouded. Edw. Say, Henry, shall I have my right, or no? War. How now, my lord ? what hap? what A thousand men have broke their fasts to-day, hope of good 7 That ne'er shall dine, unless thou yield the crown.
Enter George War. If thou deny, their blood upon thy head; Geo. Our hap is loss, our hope but sad despair; For York in justice puts his armour on. Our ranks are broke, and ruin follows us : Prince. If that be right, which Warwick says What counsel give you, whither shall we fly? is right,
Edw. Bootless is 'flight, they follow us with There is no wrong, but every thing is right.
wings; Rich. Whoever got thee, there thy mother And weak we are, and cannot shun pursuit.
stands; For, well I wot, thou hast thy mother's tongne.
Enter Richard. U Mar. But thou art neither like thy sire, nor Rich. Ah, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn dam;
thyself? But like a foul misshapen stigmatick,
Thy brother's blood the thirsty earth hath drunk, Mark'd by the destinies to be avoided,
Broach'd with the steely point of Clifford's lance: As venom toads, or lizards' dreadful stings. And, in the very pangs of death, he cried, Rich. Iron of Naples, hid with English gilt, Like to a dismal clangor heard from fal', Whose father bears the title of a king,
Warwick, revengel brother, revenge my deathi
So underneath the belly of their steeds,
Have chid me from the batle ; swearing both,
O God! methinks, it were a happy life,
Thereby to see the minutes how they run :
How many hours bring about the day, I'll never pause again, never stand still, How mily days will finish up the year, Till either death hath clos'd these eyes of mine, How many years a mortal man may live. + Or fortune given me measure of revenge. When this is known, then to divide the times; Edr. O Warwick, I do bend my knee with so many hours musi I tend my flock; thine ;
So many hours must I take my rest; And, in this vow, do chain my soul to thine. - So many hours must I contemplate ; And, ere my knee rise from the earth's cold face, So many hours must I sport myself; I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to thee, So many days my ewes have been with young; Thou setter up and plucker down of kings! So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean: Beseeching thee,-if' with thy will it stands, So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: That to my foes this body must be prey, So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and Yet that thy brazen gates of heaven may ope,
years, And give sweet passage to my sinful soul ! - Pass'd over to the end they were created, Now, lords, take leave until we meet again, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Where'er in be, in heaven, or on earth. Ah, what a life were this! how sweet ! how Rich. Brother, give me thy hand; and, gentle lovely! Warwick,
Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade Let me embrace thee in my weary arms To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, 1, that did never weep, now melt with wo, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy That winter should cut off our spring-time so. To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery! War. Away, away! Once more, sweet lords, O, yes it doth; a thousand fold it doth. farewell.
And, to conclude,-the shepherd's homely curds, Geo. Yet let us all together to our troops, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, And give them leave to fly that will not stay; His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, And call them pillars, that will stand to us; All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, And, if they thrive, promise them such rewards Is far beyond a prince's delicates, As victors wear at the Olympian games :
His viands sparkling in a golden cup, This may plant courage in their quailing breasts; His body couched in a curious bed, For yet is hope of life, and victory.-
When care, mistrust, and treason, wait on him. Forc-slow no longer, make we hence amain.
[Ereunt. Alarum. Enter a Son that has killed his For SCENE IV. The same. Another part of the
ther, dragging in the dead Body. Field.
Son. Jil blows the wind that profits no-body. Escursions. Enter Richard and Clifford.
This man, whom hand to hand I slew in fight,
May be possessed with some store of crowns: Rich. Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone: And I, that haply take them from him now, Suppose, this arm is for the duke
of York, May yet ere night yield both my life and them And this for Rutland; both bound to revenge, To some man else, as this dead man doth me. Wert thou environ'd with a brazen wall. Who's this?-O God ! it is my father's face, Clif. Now, Richard, I ain with thee here alone : Whom in this conflict I unawares have kill'd. This is the hand, that stabb'd thy father York; heavy times, begetting such events ! And this the hand that slew thy brother Rutland; From London by the king was I press'd forth And here's the heart that triumphs in their death, My father, being the earl of Warwick's man, And cheers these hands, that slew thy sire and came on the part of York, press'd by his master, brother,
And I, who at his hands receiv'd my life, To execute the like upon thyself;
Have by my hands of life bereaved him.And so, have at thee.
Pardon me, Gol, I knew not what I did I(They fight. Warwick enters; Clifford fies. And pardon, father, for I knew not thee ! Rich. Nay, Warwick, single out some other My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks ; chase ;
And no more words, till they have flow'd their fil). For (myself will hunt this wolf to death. F-Exeunt. K. Hen. O piteous spectacle ! O bloody times! SCENE V. Another Part of the Field. Whilst Jions war, and battle for their dens,
Poor harmless lainbs abide their eninity.-
Weep, wretched inan, I'll aid thee tear for tear; K. Hen. This battle fares like to the morning's And let our hearts, and eyes, like civil war, war,
Be blind with tears, and break o'ercharg'd with When dying clouds contend with growing light;
grief. What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails, Can neither call it perfect day, nor night.
Enter a Father, who has killed his Son, sith Now sways it this way, like a mighty sea,
the Body in his arms. Fore'd by the tide to combat with the wind; Fhth. Thou that so stuutly hast resisted me, Now sways it that way, like the self-same sea Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold ; Forc'd to retire hy fury of the wind :
For I have bought it with a hundred blows Sometime, the flood prevails; and then the wind; But let me see is this our foeman's face? Now, one the better; then, another best; Both tugging to be victors, breast to breast,
Ah, no, no, no, it is mine only son !
Ah, boy, if any life be left in thee, Yet neither conqueror, nor conquered ;
Throw up thine eye; see, see, what showers arise, So is the equal poise of this fell war.
Blown with the windy tempest of my heart, Here on this molehill will I sit me down. Upon thy wounds, that kill inine eye and heart To whom God will, there be the victory! o, pity, God, this miserable age ! for Margaret my queen, and Clifford too, What stratagems, how fell, bow butcherly,
Erroneous, mutinous, and unnatural,
And, Henry, hadst thou sway'd as kings should This deadly quarrel daily doth beget
do, O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon, Or as thy father, and his father did, And hath bereft thee of thy life too late ! Giving no ground unto the house of York, K. Hen. Wo above wol grief more than com- They never then had sprung like stimmer flies ; mon grief!
1, and ten thousand in this luckless realm, O, that my death would stay these ruthful Had left no mourning widows for our death, deeds!
And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace. O pity, piły, gentle heaven, pity!
For what doth cherish weeds but gentle air ? The red rose and the white are on his face, And what makes robbers bold, but too much The fatal colours of our striving houses :
lenity ? The one, his purple blood right well resembles ; Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds; The other, hís pale cheeks, methinks, present ! No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight: Wither one rose, and let the other flourish! The foe is merciless, and will not pity; If you contend, a thousand lives must wither. For at their hauds l'have deserv'd no pity. Son. How will my mother, for a father's death, The air hath got into my deadly wounds, Take on with me, and ne'er be satisfied ? And much effuse of blood doth make me faint Fath. How will my wife, for slaughter of my son, Come, York, and Richard, Warwick, and the Shed seas of tears, and ne'er be satisfied ?
rest: K. Hen How will the country, for these woful 1 stabb'd your fathers' bosoms, split my breast. chances,
[He faints. Misthink the king, and not be satisfied ? Son. Was ever son, so ru'd a father's death? Alarum and retreat. Enter Edward, George, Fath. Was ever father, so bemoan'd a son ? Richard, Montague, Warwick, and Soldiers. K. Hen. Was ever king so griev'd for subjects' Edw. Now breathe we, lords; good fortune wo?
bids us pause, Much is your sorrow; mine, ten times so much. And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful Son. I'll bear thee hence, where I may weep looks.my fill.
[Erit with the Body Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen ;Fath. These arms of mine shall be thy wind- That led calm Henry, though he were a king, ing-sheet;
As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust, My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre ; Command an argosy to stem the waves. For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go. But think you, lords, that Clifford fied with them? My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell ; War. No, 'tis impossible he should escape: And so obsequious will thy father be,
For, though before his face I speak the words, Sad for the loss of thee, having no more,
Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave! As Priam was for all his valiant sons.
And whereso'er he is, he's surely dead. I'll bear thee hence: and let them fight that will,
[Clifford groans and dies. For I have murder'd where I should not kill. Edw. Whose soul is that which takes her heavy (Exit, with the Body:
leave? K. Hen. Sad-hearted men, much overgone with Rich. A deadly groan, like life and death decare,
parting: Here sits a king more woful than you are. Edw. See who it is; and now the battle's ended, Alarums: Excursions. Enter Queen Margaret, Rich. Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clif
If friend, or foe, let him be gently usd.
ford ; Prince. Fly, father, fly! for all your friends who not contented that he lopp'd the branch are filed,
In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth, And Warwick rages like a chafed ball :
But set his murdering knifeunto the root Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit. From whence that tender spray did sweetly Q. Mar. Mount you, my lord, towards Berwick spring, post amain,
I mean our princely father, duke of York. Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds War. From off the gates of York fetch down Having the fearful flying hare in sight,
the head, With fiery eyes, sparkling for very wrath, Your father's head, which Clifford placed there: And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands, Instead whereof, let this supply the room; Are at our backs; and therefore hence amain. Measure for measure must be answered. Exe. Away! for vengeance comes along with Edw. Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our them;
house, Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed : That nothing sung but death to us and ours: Or else come after, I'll away before.
Now death shall stop his dismal threatening K. Hen. Nay, take me with thee, good sweet sound, Exeter;
And his ill boding tongue no more shall speak. Not that I fear to stay, but love to go
(Attendants bring the Body forward. Whither the queen intends. Forward : away! War. I think his understanding is bereft :
[Ereunt. Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to SCENE VI. The same.
Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams' of life, A loud Alarum. Enter Clifford, wounded.
And he nor sees, nor hears us what we say, Clif. Here burns my candle out, ay, here it dies, Rich. 0, 'would he did! and, so, perhaps he Which, while it lasted, gave King Henry lighi. 0, Lancaster! I fear thy overthrow,
'Tis but his policy to counterfeit, More than my body's parting with my soul. Because he would avoid such bitter taunts, My love, and fear, glew'd many friends to thee;Which in the time of death he gave our father. And, now I fall, thy tough commixtures melt. Geo. If so thou think'st, vex him with eager Impairing Henry, strength'ning mis-proud York, words. The common people swarm like summer flies : Rich. Clifford, ask mercy, and obtain no grace. And whither fly the gnats, but to the sun ? Edu. Clifford, repent in bootless penitence. And who shines now but Henry's enemies? War. Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults. O Phoebus ! hadst thon never given consent Geo. While we devise fell tortures for thy faults. That Phaeton should check thy fiery steeds, Rich 'Thou didst love York, and I am son lo Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth: York.
Edw. Thou pitied'st Rutland, I will pity thee. For how can I help them, and not myself? Geo. Where's Captain Margaret to fence you 1 Keep. Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keepnow ?
er's fee : War. They mock thee, Clifford ! swear as thou This is the quondam king: let's seize upon him. was wont.
K. Hen. Let me embrace these sour adversities; Rich. What, not an oath ? nay, then the world For wise men say, it is the wisest course. goes hard,
2 Keep. Why linger we 7 let us lay hands upon When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath : him. I know by that he's dead; And by my soul, 1 Keep. Forbear awhile: we'll hear a little more. If this right hand would buy two hours' life, K. Hen. My queen, and son, are gone to France That I in all despite might rail at him,
for aid; This hand should chop it off: and with the issu- And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick ing blood
Is thither gone, to crave the French king's sister Suifle the villain, whose unstanched thirst To wife for Edward: If this news be true, York and young Rutland could not satisfy. Poor queen, and son, your labour is but lost; War. Ay, but he's dead: Off with the traitor's For Warwick is a subtle orator, herid,
And Lewis a prince soon won with moving And rear it in the place your father's stands.
words. And now to London with triumphant march, By this account, then, Margaret may win him ; There to be crowned England's royal king. For she's a woman to be pitied much : From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to Her sighs will make a baitery in his breast; France,
Her tears will pierce into a marble heart; And ask the lady Bona for thy queen:
T'he tiger will be mild while she doth mourn; So shalt thou sinew both these lands together: And Nero will be tainted with remorse, And having France thy friend, thou shalt not To hear, and see, her plaints, her brinish tears. dread
Ay, but she's come to beg; Warwick give : The scatter'd foe, that hopes to rise again: She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry; For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt, He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward. Yet look to have them buzz, to offend thine ears. She weeps, and says-her Henry is depos'd; First, will I see the coronation ;
He smiles, and says-his Edward is enstall'd; And then to Britany I'll cross the sea,
That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no To effect this marriage, so it please my lord.
more : Edw. Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the it be :
wrong, For on thy shoulder do I build my seat; Inferreth arguments of mighty strength; And never will I undertake the thing,
And, in conclusion, wins the king from her, Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting. With promise of his sister, and what else, Richard, I will create thee duke of Gloster ; To strengthen and support King Edward's place. And George, of Clarence ;-Warwick, as ourself, O Margaret, thus 'twill be ; and thou, poor soul, Shall do, and undo, as him pleaseth best. Art then forsaken, as thou went'st fortorn. Rich. Let me be duke of Clarence; George, of 2 Keep. Say, what art thou, that talk'st of kings Gloster;
and queens? For Gloster's dukedom is too ominous.
K. Hen. More than I seem, and less than I was War. Tut, that's a foolish observation;
born to : Richard, be duke of Gloster: Now to London, A man at least, for less I should not be ; To see these honours in possession. (Exeunt. And men may talk of kings, and why not I ?
2 Keep. Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a
king ACT III.
K. Hen. Why, so I am, in mind; and that's SCENE I. A chase in the North of England. 2 Keep. But, if thou be a king, where is thy Enter two Keepers, with Crossbows in their
K. Hen. My crown is in my heart, not on my 1 Keep. Under this thick grown brake we'll
head; shro:id ourselves;
Not deck'd with diamond: and Indian stones, For through this laund anon the deer will come ; Nor to be seen : my crown is call'd content ; And in this covert will we make our stand, A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy. Culling the principal of all the deer.
2 Keep. Well, if you be a king crown'd with 2 Keep. I'll stay above the hill, so both may content, shoot.
Your crown content, and you, must be contented 1 Keep. That cannot be; the noise of thy cross- To go along with us : for, as we think, bow
You are the king, King Edward hath depos'd ; Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost. And we his subjects, sworn in all allegiance, Here stand we both, and aim we at the best : Will apprehend you as his enemy. And, for the time shall not seem tedious,
K. Hen. But did you never swear, and break I'll tell thee what befell me on a day,
an oath ? In this self place where now we mean to stand. 2 Keep. No, never such an oath, nor will not Keep. Here comes a man, let's stay till he be past.
K. Hen. Where did you dwell, when I was king
of England ? Enter King Henry, disguised, with a prayer 2 Keep. Here in this country, where we now book.
remain. K. Hen. From Scotland am I stol'n, even of K. Hen. I was anointed king at nine months old; pure love,
My father and my grandfather were kings; To greet mine own land with my wishful sight. And you were sworn true subjects unto me: No. Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine ; And, tell me then, have you not broke your oaths ? Thy place is fill'd, thy sceptre wrung from thee, 1 Kcep. No; Thy balm wash'd off, wherewith thou wasi For we were subjects, but while you were king. anointed :
K. Hen. Why, am I dead ? do I not breathe a No bending knee will call thee Cæsar now,
man ? No humble suitors press to speak for right, Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear No, not a man comes for redress of thee; Look, as I blow this feather from my face,
And as the air blows it to me again,
K. Edw. And, would you not do much, to do Obeying with my wind when I do blow,
them good ? And yielding to another when it blows, L. Grey. To do them good, I would sustain Commanded always by the greater gust;
some harm. Such is the lightness of you common men. K. Edw. Then get your husband's lands, to do But do not break your oaths; for, of that sin
them good. My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty. L. Grey. Therefore I came unto your majesty. Go where yoû will, the king shall be commanded; K. Ed. I'll tell you how these lands are to be And be you kings; command, and I'll obey.
got. 1 Keep: We are true subjects to the king, King L. Grey., So shall you bind me to your highK. Hen. So would you be again to Henry, K. Edw. What service wilt thou do me, if I If he were seated as King Edward is.
give them ? 1 Keep. We charge you, in God's name, and in L. Grey. What you command, that rests in the king's,
me to do. To go with us unto the officers.
K. Edw. But you will take exceptions to my K. Hen. In God's name, lead; your king's name boon. be obey'd :
L. Grey. No, gracious lord, except I cannot And what God will, then let your king per.
do it. form;
K. Edw. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to And what he will, I humbly yield unto,
L. Grey. Why, then I will do what your grace SCENE II. London. A room in the Palace.
commands. Enter King Edward, Gloster, Clarence, and
Glo. He plies her hard ; and much rain wears the marble.
[Aside. Lady Grey
Clar. As red as fire ! nay, then her wax must K. Edid. Brother of Gloster, at Saint Albans'
[ Aside. field
L. Grey. Why stops my lord ? shall I not hear This lady's husband, Sir John Grey, was slain,
my task 1 His lands then seiz'd on by the conqueror : K. Edit. An easy task; 'tis but to love a king. Her suit is now, to repossess those lands; L. Grey. That's soon perform'd, because I am Which we in justice cannot well deny.
a subject. Because in quarrel of the house of York K. Edw. 'Why then, thy husband's lands I The worthy gentleman did lose his life.
freely give thee. Glo. Your highness shall do well to grant her L. Grey. I take my leave with many thousand suit :
thanks. It were dishonour to deny it her.
Glo. The match is made; she seals it with a K. Edw. It were no less; but yet I'll make a curt'sy. pause.
K. Edw. But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I Glo.Yea! is it so ?
mean. I see, the lady hath a thing to grant,
L. Grey. The fruits of love, I mean, my loving Before the king will grant her humble suit.
liege. Clar. He knows the game; How true he keeps K. Edw. Ay, but I fear me, in another sense. the wind ?
| Aside. What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to Glo. Silence !
| Aside. K. Edw. Widow, we will consider of your suit; L. Grey. My love till death, my humble thanks, And come some other time to know our mind.
my prayers; L. Grey. Right gracious lord, I cannot brook That love, which virtue begs, and virtue grants. delay :
K. Edw. No, by my troth, I did not mean such May it please your highness to resolve me now; love. And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me. L. Grey. Why then you mean not as I thought Glo. [Aside. ] 'Ay, widow ? then I'll warrant you all your lands,
K. Edw. But now you partly may perceive my And if what pleases him, shall pleasure you.
mind. Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow. L. Grey. My mind will never grant what I Cler. I fear her not, unless she chance to fall. perceive
(Aside. Your highness aims at, if I aim aright. Glo. God forbid that! for he'll take vantages. K. Edw. 'To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with
[Aside. thee. K. Edw. How many children hast thou, wid. L. Grey. To tell you plain, I had rather lie in ow? tell me.
prison. Clar. I think, he means to beg a child of her. K. Edw. Why, then thou shalt not have thy
Aside. husband's lands. Glo. Nay, whip me then; he'll rather give her L. Grey. Why, then mine honesty shall be my two.
dower'; L. Grey. Three, my most gracious lord. For by that loss I will not purchase them. Glo. You shall have four, if you'll be rul'd by K. Edw. Therein thou wrong'st thy children him.
(Aside. mightily. K. Edw. 'Twere pity, they should lose their L. Grey. Herein your highness wrongs both father's land.
them and me. L. Grey. Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it But, mighty lord, this merry inclination them.
Accords not with the sadness of my suit; K. Edw. Lords, give us leave ; I'll try this Please you dismiss me, either with ay, or no. widow's wit.
K. Edw. Ay; if thou wilt say ay, to my reGlo. Ay, good leave have you; for you will guest; have leave,
No; if thou dost say no, to my demand. Till youth take leave, and leave you to the L. Grey. Then, nó, my lord. My suit is at an crutch.
end. [Glo. and Clar. retire to the other side. Glo. The widow likes him not, she knits her K. Edr. Now tell me, madam, do you love brows.
(Aside. your children ?
Clar. He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom. Lo Grey. Av, full as dearly as I love myself.