Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground,
The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's fun;
Exempt from envy, but not from difdain,
Unless the lady Bona quit his pain.

K. Lew. Now, fifter, let us hear your firm refolve.
Bona. Your Grant, or your Denial, shall be mine.
Yet I confefs, that, often ere this day, [Speaks to War.
When I have heard your King's defert recounted,
Mine ear hath tempted judgment to defire.

K. Lew. Then, Warwick, this: our fifter fhall be
Edward's.

And now forthwith fhall articles be drawn
Touching the jointure that your King must make,
Which with her dowry fhall be counterpois'd,
Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness,
That Bona fhall be wife to th' English King.
Prince. To Edward, but not to the English King.
Queen. Deceitful Warwick, it was thy device
By this alliance to make void my fuit;
Before thy Coming, Lewis was Henry's friend.

K. Lew. And ftill is friend to him and Margaret;
But if your Title to the Crown be weak,
As may appear by Edward's good fuccefs;
Then 'tis but reafon, that I be releas'd
From giving aid, which late I promised.
Yet fhall you have all kindness at my hand,
That your eftate requires, and mine can yield.
War. Henry now lives in Scotland at his ease,
Where having nothing, nothing can he lose.
And as for you your felf, our quondam Queen,
You have a father able to maintain you;
And better 'twere, you troubled him than France.

Queen. Peace, impudent and fhameless Warwick, peace!
Proud fetter-up and puller down of Kings!
I will not hence, till with my talk and tears
(Both full of truth) I make King Lewis behold
Thy fly conveyance, and thy lord's falfe love:

[Poft, blowing a born within.
For both of you are birds of felf-fame feather.
K. Lew. Warwick, this is fome Poft to us, or thee.
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Enter a Poft.

Poft. My lord Ambaffador, thefe letters are for you; [To Warwick.

Sent from your brother, Marquis Montague.

These from our King unto your Majefty. [To K. Lew. And, Madam, these for you; from whom I know not. [To the Queen. They all read their Letters. Oxf. I like it well, that our fair Queen and Mistress Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his. Prince. Nay, mark, how Lewis ftamps as he were nettled.

I hope, all's for the best.

K. Ĺew. Warwick, what are thy news? and yours, fair Queen?

Queen. Mine fuch, as fills my heart with unhop'd joys. War. Mine full of forrow and heart's discontent.

K. Lew. What! has your King marry'd the lady Gray? And now, to footh your forgery and his,

Sends me a paper to perfwade me patience?
Is this th' alliance, that he feeks with France?
Dare he prefume to fcorn us in this manner?
Queen. I told your Majefty as much before;
This proveth Edward's love and Warwick's honefty.
War. King Lewis, I here proteft in fight of heav'n,
And by the hope I have of heav'nly blifs,
That I am clear from this mifdeed of Edward's:
No more my King; for he difhonours me,
But most himself, if he could fee his fhame.
Did I forget, that by the House of York
My father came untimely to his death?
Did I let pass th' abuse done to my Niece?
Did I impale him with the regal Crown?
Did I put Henry from his native Right?
And am I guerdon'd at the laft with fhame?
Shame on himself, for my defert is honour!
And to repair my honour loft for him,
I here renounce him, and return to Henry.
My noble Queen, let former grudges pafs,
And henceforth, I am thy true fervitor :

I will revenge his wrong to lady Bona,

And replant Henry in his former ftate.

[love,

Queen. Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate to And I forgive and quite forget old faults;

And joy, that thou becom'ft King Henry's friend.
War. So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend,
That if King Lewis vouchfafe to furnish us
With fome few bands of chofen foldiers,
I'll undertake to land them on our coaft,

And force the tyrant from his feat by war.
'Tis not his new-made bride fhall fuccour him;
And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me,
He's very likely now to fall from him,
For matching more for wanton luft than honour,
Or than for strength and safety of our Country.

Bona. Dear brother, how fhall Bona be reveng'd,
But by thy help to this diftreffed Queen?

Queen. Renowned Prince, how fhall poor Henry live, Unless thou rescue him from foul despair?

Bona. My quarrel, and this English Queen's, are one, War. And mine, fair lady Bona, joins with

yours. K. Lew. And mine with hers, and thine, and Mar

Queen. Let me give humble thanks for all at once. K. Lew. Then, England's meffenger, return in poft, And tell falfe Edward, thy fuppofed King,

That Lewis of France is fending over maskers,
To revel it with him and his new bride.
Thou feeft what's paft, go fear thy King withal.

Bona. Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower fhortly, I wear the willow garland for his fake.

Queen. Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid afide And I am ready to put armour on.

War. Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong; And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.

There's thy reward, be gone.

K. Lew. But Warwick,

Thyfelf and Oxford with five thousand men

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[Exit Poft.

Shall

Shall cross the feas, and bid falfe Edward battel:
And as occafion ferves, this noble Queen
And Prince fhall follow with a fresh supply.
Yet ere thou go, but anfwer me one doubt:
What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty?

War. This fhall affure my conftant loyalty,
That if our Queen and this young Prince agree,
I'll join my younger daughter and my joy (17)
To him forthwith, in holy wedlock bands.

Queen. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion. Son Edward, fhe is fair and virtuous;

Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick,
And with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable,
That only Warwick's daughter fhall be thine.
Prince. Yes, I accept her, for fhe well deserves it :
And here to pledge my vow, I give my hand.

[He gives his hand to Warwick. K. Lew. Why stay we now? thefe foldiers fhall be

levy'd,

And thou, lord Bourbon, our High Admiral,
Shalt waft them over with our royal fleet.

I long, till Edward fall by war's mifchance,
For mocking marriage with a Dame of France.

[Exeunt.

Manet Warwick.

War. I came from Edward as ambassador,
But I return his fworn and mortal foe:

Matter of marriage was the Charge he gave me,
But dreadful war fhall anfwer his demand.

(17) I'll join my eldest Daughter, and my Joy,

-And

To him forthwith,] Surely, this is a Miftake of the Copyifts. Hall, in the 9th Year of K. Edward IV. fays, Edward, Prince of Wales, wedded Anne SECOND Daughter to the Earl of Warwick. the Duke of Clarence was in Love with the ELDER, the Lady Isabel; and in Reality was married to her five Years before Prince Edward took the Lady Anne to Wife.

And in K, Richard 3d, Gloucester, who married this Lady Anne when a Widow, fays.

For then I'll marry Warwick's YOUNGEST Daughter.

What tho I kill'd her Husband and her Father?

i. e. Prince Edward, and K. Henry VI. her Father in Law. See likewife Holing fhead in his Chronicle; p. 671 and 674.

Had

Had he none else to make a Stale, but me?
Then none but I fhall turn his jeft to forrow.
I was the chief that rais'd him to the Crown,
And I'll be chief to bring him down again :
Not that I pity Henry's mifery,
But feek revenge on Edward's mockery.

[Exit.

A C T IV.

SCENE, the Palace in England.

Enter Gloucefter, Clarence, Somerfet and Montague.

N

GLOUCESTER.

OW tell me, brother Clarence, what think

you

Of this new marriage with the lady Gray?
Hath not our brother made a worthy choice?
Clar. Alas, you know, 'tis far from hence
to France:

How could he ftay 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 Haftings: Four stand on one fide, and four on the other.

Glo. And his well chofen bride.

Clar. I mind to tell him plainly what I think.

K. Edw. Now, brother Clarence, how like you our choice,

That you ftand penfive, as half malecontent?

Clar. As well as Lewis of France, or th' Earl of War

wick,

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