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K. Edw. (Aside.) Her looks do argue her re- Flattering me with impossibilities.plete with modesty ;
My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too Her words do show her wit incomparable;
much, All her perfections challenge sovereignty: Unless my hand and strength could equal them. One way, or other, she is for a king;
Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard ; And she shall be my love, or else my queen. What other pleisure can the world afford ? Say, that king Edward take thee for his queen ? I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap, L 'Grey. 'Tis better said than done, my gra- And deck my body in gay ornaments, cious lord :
And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks. I am a subject fit to jest withal,
O miserable thoughtand more unlikely, But far unfit to be a sovereign.
Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns ! K. Edw. Sweet widow, by my state I swear to Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb: thee,
And, for I should not deal in her soit laws, I speak no more than what my soul intends ; She did corrupe frail nature with some bribe And that is, to enjoy thee for my love.
To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub; L. Grey. And that is more than I will yield To make an envious mountain ou my back, unto :
Where sits deformity to mock my body ; I know I am too mean to be your queen : To shape my legs of an unequal size; And yet too good to be your concubine.
To disproportion me in every part, K. Edw. You cavil, widow; I did mean, my Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp, queen.
That carries no impression like the dam. L. Grey. "Twill grieve your grace, my sons and am I then a man to be belov'd ? should call you-father,
o, monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought ! K. Edw. No more than when thy daughters Then, since this earth affords no joy to me, call thee mother.
But to command, to check, to o'erbear such Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children; As are of better person than myself, And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor,'I'll make my heaven-to dream upon the crown; Have other some: why 'tis a happy thing And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell, To be the father unto many sons.
Until my misshap'd trunk that bears this head, Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen. Be round impaled with a glorious crown. Glo. 'The ghostly father now hath doue his And yet I know not how to get the crown, shrifl.
[Aside. For many lives stand between me and home : Clar. When he was made a shriver, 'twas for And I, like one lost in a thorny wood, shift.
(Aside. That sents the thorns, and is rent with the K. Edw. Brothers, you muse what chat we thorns ; two have had.
Seeking a way, and straying from the way; Glo. The widow likes it not, for she looks very Not knowing how to find the open air, sad.
But toiling desperately to find it out, K. Edw. You'd think it strange if I should Torment myself to catch the English crown: marry her.
And from that torment I will free myself, Clar. To whom, my lord ?
Or hew my way out with a bloody axe. K. Edı.
Why, Clarence, to myself. Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile; Glo. That would be ten days' wonder, at the And cry, content, lo that which grieves my
least. Clar. That's a day longer than a wonder lasts. And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, Glo. By so much is the wonder in extremes. And frame my face to all occasions. K. Edw. Well, jest on, brothers : I can tell t'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;
L'll slay more gazers than the basilisk;
Deceive more slily than Ulysses could,
And, like a Sinon, take another Troy ; Nob. My gracious lord, Henry your foe is I can add colours to the cameleon : taken,
Change shapes, with Protens, for advantages, And brought your prisoner, to your palace gate. And set the murd'rous Machiavel to school. K. Edw. See, that be be convey d unto the Can I do this, and cannot get a crown 2 Tower:
Tut! were it further off, l'il pluck it down. And go we, brothers, to the man that took him,
(Erit To question of his apprehension.
SCENE III. France. A Room in the Palace. Widow, go you along ;-Lords, use her honour. Flourish. Enter Lewis, the French King, and able.
Lady Bona, attended; the King takes his [Ereunt K. Edw. L. Grey, Clar, and Lord. Glo. Ay, Edward will nse women honourably.
Staie. Then enter Queen Margaret, Prince 'Would, he were wasted, marrow, bones, and all,
Edward her Son, and the Earl of Oxford. That from his loins, no hopeful branch may K. Lex. Fair Queen of England, worthy Mar spring,
| Rising. To cross me from the golden time I look for! Sit down with us; it ill befits thy state, And yet, between my soul's desire and me, And birth, that thou should'st stand, while Lewis T'he lustful Edward's title buried,)
doth sit. Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward, Q. Mar. No, mighty King of France ; now And all the unlook'd for issue of their bodies,
Margaret To take their rooms, ere I can place myself Must strike her sail, and learn awhile to serve, A cold premeditation for my purpose !
Where kings command. I was, I must confess, Why then I do but dream on sovereignty ; Great Albion's queen in former golden days: Like one that stands upon a promontory, But now mischance hath trod my title down, And spies a far-off shore where he would tread, And with dishonour, Jaid me on the ground Wishing bis foot were equal with his eye ; Where I must take like seat unto my fortune, And chides the sea that sunders him from thence, And to my humble seat conform myself. Saying-he'll lade it dry to have his way. K. Lew. Why, say, fair queen, whence springs So do I wish the crown, being so far oft';
this deep despair ? And so I chide the means that keep me from it; Q. Mar. From such a cause as filis mine eyes And so I say I'll cut the causes off
And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd, Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour: in cares.
For though usurpers sway the rule awhile, K. Lew. Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself, Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth And sit thee by our side : yield not thy neck
(Seats her by him. War. Injurious Margaret! To fortune's yoke, but let thy dąuntless mind Prince.
And why not queen ? Still ride in triumph over all mischance.
War. Because thy father Henry did usurp ; Be plain, Queen Margaret, and tell thy grief; And thou no more art prince, than she is queen. It shall be eas'd, if France can yield reliel. Oxf. Then Warwick disannuls great John of Q. Mar. Those gracious words revive my Gaunt, drooping thoughts,
Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain; And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak. And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth, Now, therefore be it known to noble Lewis, Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest; That Henry, sole possessor of my love, And, after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth, Is, of a king, become a banish'd man,
Whó by his prowess conquered all France : And forc'd to live in Scotland a forlorn ; From these our Heury lineally descends. While proud ambitious Edward, duke of York, War. Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth disUsurps the regal title, and the seat
course, or England's true anointed lawful king. You told not, how Henry the Sixth hath lost This is the cause, that I, poor Margaret, All that which Henry the Fifth had gotten ? With this my son, Prince Edward, Henry's Methinks, these peers of France should smile at heir,
that. Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid; But for the rest --You tell a pedigree And, if thou fail us, all our hope is done : of threescore and two years; a silly, time Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help; To make prescription for a kingdom's worth. Our people and our peers are both misled, Oxf. Why, Warwick, caust thou speak against Our treasure seiz'd, our soldiers put to flight, thy liege, And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight. Whom thou obeyedst thirty and six years, K. Leu. Renowned queen, with patience calm And not bewray thy treason with a blush? the storm,
War. Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right, While we betaink a means break it off: Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree ? Q. Mar. The more we stay, the stronger grows For shame, leave Henry, and call Edward king. our foe.
Oxf. Call him my king, by whose injurious K. Lew. The more I stay, the more I'll suu
doom cour thee.
My elder brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere, Q. Mar. 0, but impatience waiteth on true was done to death ? and more than so,my father, sorrow :
Even in the downfall of his mellow'd years, And see, where comes the breeder of my sorrow. When nature bronght him to the door of death 7
No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm, Enter Warwick, attended.
This arm upholds the house of Lancaster. K. Lero. What's he approacheth boldly to our War. And I the house of York. presence i
K. Lew. Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, Q. Mar. Our earl of Warwick, Edward's and Oxford, greatest friend.
Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside, K. Lew. Welcome, brave Warwick! What While I use further conference with Warwick. brings thee to France ?
Q. Mar. Heaven grant, that Warwick's words [Descending from his State, Queen bewitch him not. Margaret rises.
[Retiring with the Prince and Oxford. Q. Mar. Ay, pow begins a second storm to rise; K. Lew. Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon For this is he that moves both wind and tide.
thy conscience, War. From worthy Edward, king of Albion, Is Edward your true king? for I were loath My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend, To link with him that were not lawful chosen. I come,-in kindness, and unfeigned love, War. Thereon I pawn my credit, and mine First, to do greetings to thy royal person;
honour. And, then, to crave a league of amity;
K. Lew. But is he gracious in the people's eye ? And, lastly, to confirm that amity
War. The more that Henry was unfortunate. With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant K. Lew. Then further,-all dissembling set That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister,
aside, To England's king in lawful marriage.
Tell me for truth the measure of his love Q. Mar. If that go forward, Henry's hope is Unto our sister Bona. done.
Such it seems, War. And gracious madam, [To Bona,] in As may beseem a monarch like himself. our king's behalf,
My self have often heard him say, and swear, I am commanded, with your leave and favour, That this his love was an eternal plant; Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground, To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart; The leaves and fruit maintain’d with beauty's Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears,
sun; Hath plac'd thy beanty's image, and thy virtue. Exempt from envy, but not from disdain, Q. Mar. King Lewis, -and Lady Bona, -hear Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain. me speak,
K. Lew. Now, sister, let us hear your firm reBefore you answer Warwick. His demand
solve. Springs not from Edward's well meant honest Bona. Your grant, or your denial, shall be love,
mine: But from deceit, bred by necessity ;
Yet I confess, (To War. ) that often ere this day, For how can tyrants safely govern home, When I have heard your king's desert recounted, Unless abroad they purchase great alliance ? Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire. To prove him tyrant, this reason may suffice,- K. Lew. Then, Warwick, thus ---Our sister That Henry liveth still: but were he dead,
shall be Edward's; Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry's And now forthwith shall'articles be drawn
Touching the jointure that your king must make, Look therefore, Lewis, that by this league and which with her dowry shall be counterpois'd :marriage
Draw near, queen Margaret; and be a witnoss,
That Bona shall be wife to the English king. And joy that thou becom'st King Henry's friend. Prince. To Edward, but not to the English War. So much his friend, ay, his unseigned king.
friend, Q. Mar. Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device that, if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us By this alliance to make void my suit;
With some few bands of chosen soldiers, Before thy coming, Lewis was Henry's friend. I'll undertake to land them on our coast, K. Lev. And still is friend to him and Mar. And force the tyrant from his seat by war, garet;
'Tis not his new-made bride shall succour him: But if your title to the crown be weak,
And as for Clarence,-as my letters tell me, As may appear by Edward's good success, He's very likely now to fall from him ; Then 'lis but reason, that I be releas'd
For matching more for wanton lust than honour, From giving aid, which late I promis'd. Or than for strength and safety of our country. Yet shali you have all kindness at my hand, Bona. Dear brother, how shall Bona be reThat your estate requires, and mine can yield. veng'd, War. Henry now lives in Scotland at his ease: But by thy help to this distressed queen ? Where having nothing, nothing he can lose. Q. Mar. Renowned prince, how shall poor And as for you yourself, or quondamqueen,- (Unless thou rescue him from fou despair ? You have a father able to maintain yonAnd better 'twere you troubled him than France. Bona. My quarrel, and this English queeu's Q. Mar. Peace, impudent and shameless War are one. wick, peace;
War. And mine, fair Lady Bona, joins with Proud setter-up and puller-down of kings!
yours. I will not hence, till with my talk and tears, K. Lew. And mine with hers, and thine, and Both full of truth, I make King Lewis behold
L4 Horn sounded within. Q. Mar. Let me give humble thanks for all K. Lero. Warwick, ihis is some post to us, or thee.
K. Lew. Then England's messenger, return in Enter a Messenger.
And tell false Edward, thy supposed king,Mess. My lord ambassador, these letters are That Lewis of France is sending over maskers,
To revel it with him and his new bride: Sent from your brother, Marquis Montague. Thou seest what's past, go fcar thy king withal. These from our king unto your majesty.--. Bona. Tell him, In hope be'll prove a widower And, madam, these for you; from whom I know shortly, not.
I'll wear the willow garland for his sake. [To Margaret. They all read their Letters. Q. Mar. Tell him, My mourning weeds are Oxf. I like it well, that our fair queen aud
laid aside, mistress
And I am ready to put armour on. Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at War. Tell him from me, that he hath done his.
me wrong; Prince. Nay, mark, how Lewis slamps as he And therefore I'll uncrown him, ere't be long. were nettled :
There's thy reward; be gone.
(Erit Mess. I hope, all's for the best.
But, Warwick, thou K. Leu. Warwick, what are thy news ? and And Oxford, with five thousand men, yours, fair queen ?
Shall cross the seas, and bid false Edward battleQ. Mar. Mine, such as fill my heart with un- And, as occasion serves, this noble queen hop'd joys.
And prince shall follow with a fresh supply. War. Mine, full of sorrow and heart's discon- Yet, ere thou go, but answer me one doubi;tent.
What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty ? K. Lev. What! has your king married the war. This shall assure my constant loyalty :Lady Grey ?
That if our queen and this young prince agree, And now, to sooth your forgery and his, L'll join mine eldest daughter, and my joy, Sends me a paper to persnade me patience? To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands. Is this the alliance that he seeks with France ? Q. Mar. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?
motion : Q. Mar. I told your majesty as much before : Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous, This proveth Edward's love, and Warwick's Therefore, delay not, give thy hand to Warwick; honesty.
And, with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable, War. King Lewis, I here protest,-in sight of That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine, heaven,
Prince. Yes, I accept her, for she well de And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss,
serves it ; That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's; And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand. No more my king, for he dishonours me;
( He gives his hand to Warwick But most himself, if he could see his shame. K. Lew. Why stay we now? These soldiers Did I forget, that by the house of York
shall be levied. My father came untimely to his death ? And thou, Lord Bourbon, our high admiral, Did I let pass the abu se done to my niece ? Shall want then over with our royal fleet. Did I impale him with the legal crown? I long, till Edward fall by war's mischance, Did I put Henry from his native right;
For mocking marriage with a dame of France. And am I guerdon'd at the last with shame?
Exeunt all but Warwick. Shame on himself! for my desert is honour. War. I came from Edward as ambassador, And, to repair my honour lost for him,
But I return his sworn and mortal foe : I here renounce him, and return to Henry : Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me, My noble queen, let former grudges pass, But dreadful war shall answer his demand. And henceforth I am thy true servitor;
Had he none else to make a stale, but me? I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona, Then none but I shall turn his jest to sorrow. And replant Henry in his former state.
I was the chief that rais'd him to the crown, Q. Mar. Warwick, these words have turn's And I'll be chief to bring him down again:
my hate to love ;
Not that I pity Henry's misery,
Glo. And yet, methinks your grace bath not
done well, SCENE I. London. A Room in the Palace. To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales Enter Gloster, Clarence, Somerset, Montague, Unto the brother of your loving bride; and others.
She belter would have fitted me, or Clarence:
But in your bride you bury brotherhood. Glo. Now tell me, brother Clarence, what Clar. Or else you would not have beslow'd the think you
heir of this new marriage with the Lady Grey ? of the Lord Bonville on your new wife's son, Hath not our brother made a worthy choice? And leave yonr brothers to go speed elsewhere. Clar. Alas, you know, 'tis far from hence to K. Edro. Alas, poor Clarence! is it for a wife, France ;
That thou art malcontent ? I will provide thee. How could he stay till Warwick made return ? Clar. In choosing for yourself, you showed Som. My lords, forbear this talk; here comes your judgment; the king.
Which being shallow, you shall give me leave Flourish Enter King Edward, attended ; To play the broker in mine own behalf;
Lady Grey, as Queen; Pembroke, Stafford, And to that end, I shortly mind to leave you. Hastings, and others.
K. Edw. Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be
king, Glo. And his well chosen bride.
And not be tied unto his brother's will.
Q. Eliz. My lords, before it pleased his majesty you our choice,
Do me but right, and you must all confess That you stand pensive, as half malcontent ?
That I was not ignoble of descent, Clar. As well as Lewis of France, or the earl And meaner than myself have had like fortune.
of Warwick; Which are so weak of courage, and in judgment, So your
dislikes, to whom I would be pleasing,
But as this title honours me and mine,
Do cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.
K. Edw. My love, forbear to fawn upon their cause,
frowns: They are but Lewis and Warwick; I am Edward, What danger, or what sorrow can befall thee, Your king, and Warwick's, and must have my so long as Edward is thy constant friend, will.
And their true sovereign, whom they must obey 1 Glo. And you shall have your will, because our Nay, whom they shall obey, and love thee too, king,
Unless they seek for hatred at my hands : Yet hasty
marriage seldom proveth well. K. Edi. Yea, brother Richard, are you offend. And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath.
Which if they do, yet will I keep thee safe, ed too? Glo. Not I:
Glo. I hear, yet say not much, but think the
[Aside. No; God forbid, that I should wish them sever'd Whom God hath join'd together; ay, and 'twere
Enter a Messenger, pity,
K. Edw. Now, Messenger, what letters, or To sunder them that yoke so well together.
what news, K. Edw. Setting your scorns, and your mislike, From France ? aside,
Mess. My sovereign liege, no letters ; and few Tell me some reason, why the Lady Grey
words, Should not become my wife, and England's But such as I, without your special pardon, queen:
Dare not relate. And you too, Somerset, and Montague, K. Edw. Go to, we pardon thee : therefore in Speak freely what you think.
brief, Clar. Then this is my opinion,-that King Tell me their words as near as thou canst guess Lewis
them. Becomes your enemy, for mocking him
What answer makes King Lewis nnto our letters? About the marriage of the Lady Bona.
Mess. At my depart these were his very words: Glo. And Warwick, doing what you gave in Go tell false Edward, thy supposed king, charge,
That Lewis of France is sending over maskers, Is now dishonoured by this new marriage. To revel it with him and his new bride. K. Edw. What, if both Lewis and Warwick K. Edw. Is Lewis so brave? belike he thinks be appeas'd
me Henry. By such invention as I can devise ?
But what said Lady Bonn to my marriage ? Mont. Yet to have join'd with France in such Mess. These were her words, utler'd with mild alliance,
disdain : Would more have strengthen'd this our com- Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly, monwealth
P'll wear the willow garland for his sake. 'Gainst foreign storms, than any homebred mar. K. Edw. I blame not her, she could say little riage.
less; Hast. Why, knows not Montague, that of itself She had the wrong. But what said Henry's England is sitfc, if true within itself?
queen ? Mont. Yes; but the safer, when 'tis back'd with For I have heard, that she was there in place. France.
Mess. Tell him, quoth she, my mourning weeds Hast. "Tis better using France, than trusting are done, France:
And I am ready to put armour on. Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas, K. Edw. Belike, she minds to play the Amazon. Which he hath given for fence impregnable, But what said Warwick to these injuries ? And with their helps only defend ourselves; Mess. He, more incens'd against your majesty In them, and in ourselves, our safety lies. Than all the rest, discharg'd me with these Clar. For this one speech, Lord Hastings well words; deserves
Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong, To have the heir of the Lord Hungerford. And therefore r'u uncrown him ere't be long. K. Edw. Ay, what of that ? it was my will, K. Edw. Ha! durst the traitor breathe out 80 and grant ;
prond words? And, for this once, my will shall stand for law. Well, 1 will arm me, being thus forewarn'd :
They shall have wars, and pay for their presump-At unawares may beat down Edward's guard, tion.
And seize himself ; I say not-slaughter hiin, But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret ? For I intend but only to surprise him.Mess. Ay, gracious sovereiga: they are so You, that will follow me to ihis attempt, link'd in friendship,
Applaud the name of Henry, with your leader. That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's
[They all cry, Henry! daughter.
Why, then, let's on our way in silent sort: Clar. Belike, the elder; Clarence will have the For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint younger,
¡Exeunt. Now, brother king, farewell, and sit you fast, For 1 will hence to Warwick's other daughter ; SCENE III. Edward's Camp, near Warwick. That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage Enter certain Watchmen, to guard the King's I may not prove inferior to yourself.
Tent. You, that love me and Warwick, follow me.
1 Watch. Come on, my masters, each man [Erit Clarence, and Somerset follows. Glo. Not I:
take his stand; My thoughts aim at a further matter ; 1
The king, by this, is set him down to sleep. Stay not for love of Edward, but the crown.
2 Watch. What, will he not to bed ? [Aside.
1 Watch. Why, no : for he hath made a solemn K. Edr. Clarence and Somerset both gone to Never to lie and take his natural rest,
Warwick, or himself, be quite suppress'd. And haste is needful in this desperate case.
2 Watch. To-morrow then, belike, shall be the Pembroke, and Stafford, you in our behalf
day, Go levy men, and make prepare for war;
If Warwick be so near as men report. They are already, or quickly will be landed: 3 Watch. But say, I pray, what nobleman is that, Myself in person will straight follow you.
That with the king here resteth in his tent?. Ereunt Pembroke and Stafford.
1 Watch. 'Tis the Lord Hastings, the king's
chiefest friend. But, ere I go, Hastings,-and Montague,Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest,
3 Watch. O, is it so ? But why commands the Are near tó Warwick, by blood, and by alliance:
king, Tell me, if you love Warwick more than me?
That his chief followers lodge in towns about
him, If it be so, then both depart to him ; I rather wish you foes, than hollow friends;
While he himself keepeth in the cold field? But if you mind to hold your true obedience,
2 Watch. "Tis the more honour, because more Give me assurance with some friendly vow,
3 Watch. Ay; but give me worship and quietThat I may never have you in suspect. Mont. So God help Montague, as he proves I like it better than a dangerous honour.
ness, true ! Hast. And Hastings, as he favours Edward's If Warwick knew in what estate he stands, cause !
'Tis to be doubted, he would waken him. K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, will you stand
1 Watch. Unless our halberds did shut up his by us?
passage. Glo. Ay, in despite of all that shall withstand 2 Watch. Ay; wherefore else guard we his royal
tent, you. K. Edw. Why so: then am I sure of victory. But to defend his person from night foes ? Now therefore let us hence; and lose no hour, Enter Warwick, Clarence, Oxford, Somerset, Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power
and Forces. (Exeunt.
War. This is his tent; and see, where stand his SCENE II. A Plain in Warwickshire.
guard. Enter Warwick and Oxford, with French and Courage, my masters: honour now, or never ! other Forces.
But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.
1 Watch. Who goes there? War. Trust me, my lord, all hitherto goes well; 2 Watch. Stay, or thou diest. The common people by numbers swarm to us.
(Warwick, and the rest, cry all-Warwick! Enter Clarence and Somerset.
Warwick ! and set upon the Guard; who But, see, where Somerset and Clarence come :
fiy, crying, Arm! Arm! Warwick, and Speak suddenly, my lords, are we all friends ?
the rest, following them. Clar. Fear not that, my lord.
The Drum beating, and Trumpets sounding, War. Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto
re-enter Warwick, and the rest, bringing the Warwick ;
King out in a goun, sitting in a chair; Glos And welcome, Somerset :- I hold it cowardice,
ier and Hastings fly. To rest mistrustful where a noble heart
What are they that fly there? Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love ; War. Richard, and Hastings: let them go, Else might I think, that Clarence, Edward's here's the duke. brother,
K. Edw. The duke ! why, Warwick, when we Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings : parted last, But welcome, sweet Clarence ; my daughter Thou call'dst me king ? shall be thine.
Ay, but the case is alter'd And now what rests, but, in night's coverture, When you disgrac'd me in my embassade, Thy brother being carelessly encamp'd,
Then I degraded you from oeing king, His soldiers lurking in the towns about, And come now to create you duke of York. And but attended by a simple guard,
Alas ! how should you govern any kingdom, We may surprise and take him at our pleasure ? That know not how to use ambassadors : Our scouts have found the adventure very easy : Nor how to be contented with one wife; That as Ulysses, and stont Diomede,
Nor how to use your brothers brotherly ; With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus' tents, Nor how to study for the people's welfare; And brought from thence the Thracian fatal Nor how to shroud yourself from enemies ?
steeds: Slo we, well cover'd with the night's black
K. Edw. Yea, brother of Clarence, art thou
here too? mantle,
Nay, then I see, that Edward needs must down