Queen. Let me give humble thanks for all at once,
K. Lew. Then England's Meffenger, return in Poa,
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 feest what's past, 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 Armor on.

War. Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong, And therefore I'll Uncrown him e'er't be long. There's thy Reward, be gone.

K. Lew. But Warwick,

Thou and Oxford, with five thousand Men
Shall cross the Seas, and bid falfe Edward Battel:
And as occafion ferves, this Noble Queen
And Prince fhall follow with a fresh Supply.
Yet e'er thou go, but anfwer me one doubt:
What Pledge have we of thy firm Loyalty?

[Exit Poft,

Motion.

War. This fhall affure my conftant Loyalty,
That if our Queen and this young Prince agree,
I'll join my eldest Daughter, and my Joy,
To him forthwith, in holy Wedlock Bands.
Queen. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your
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 the well deferves it,
And here to pledge my Vow, I give my Hand.

[He gives his Hand to Warwick:
K. Lew. Why ftay we now? thefe Soldiers shall be levy'd,
And thou Lord Bourbon, our High Admiral,
Shall 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 Warwicks War.

War. I came from Edward as Ambaffador,
But I return his fworn and mortal Foe:
Matters of Marriage was the charge he gave me,
But dreadful War fhall anfwer his demand.
Had he none else to make a ftale but me?
Then none but I, fhall turn his Jeft to Sorrow.
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.

ACT IV. SCENE I.
I...

Enter Gloucester, Clarence, Somerfet and Montague.
Glo. Now 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, Pem brook, 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 of Clarence,

How like you our Choice,

That you

ftand penfive as half Malecontent?

Clar. As well as Lewis of France,

Or the Earl of Warwick,

Which are fo weak of Courage, and in Judgment,.
That they'll take no Offence at our Abuse.

!

K. Edw. Suppofe they take Offence without a Caufe: "
They are but Lewis and Warwick, Lam Edward,
Your King and Warwick's, and must have my Will.
Glo. And you fhall have your Will, because our King.
Yet hafty Marriage feldom proveth well.

K. Edw. Yes, Brother Richard, are you offended too?
Glo. Not I; no:

God forbid that I fhould with them fever'de

Whom God hath join'd together.

Ay, and 'twere pity to funder them,

That yoak fo well together.

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K. Edw. Setting your Scorns, and
Tell me fome Reason, why the Lady Gray
Should not become my Wife, and England's Queen?

your

Miflike afide,

And

And you too, Somerfet and Mountague,
Speak freely what you think.

Clar. Then this is my Opinion;
That King Lewis becomes your Enemy,
For mocking him about the Marriage
Of the Lady Bona.

Glo. And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge,
Is now difhonoured by this new Marriage.

K. Edw. What, if both Lewis and Warwick be, appeas'd,

By fuch invention as I can devife?

Mont. Yet to have join'd with France in fuch Alliance,

Would more have ftrength'ned this our Commonwealth, 'Gaink foreign Storms, than any home-bred Marriage.

Haft. Why, knows not Montague that of it felf England is fafe, if true within it felf?

Mont. Yes, but the fafer, when 'tis back'd with
France.

Haft. 'Tis better ufing France, than trusting France.
Let us be back'd with God, and with the Seas,
Which he hath given for fence impregnable,
And with their Helps only defend our felves:"
In them, and in our felves, our Safety lyes.

Clar. For this one Speech, Lord Haftings well deferves To have the Heir of the Lord Hungerford.

K. Edw. Ay, what of that? it was my Will and Grant, And for this once my Will fhall ftand for Law.

Glo. And yet methinks your Grace hath not done well, To give the Heir and Daughter of Lord Scales

Unto the Brother of your loving Bride;

She better would have fitted me or Clarence;
But in your Bride you bury Brotherhood.

Clar. Or elfe you would not have bestow'd the Heir
Of the Lord Bonvill on your new Wife's Son,'
And leave your Brothers to go fpeed elsewhere.

K. Edw. Alas, poor Clarence; is it for a Wife
That thou art Malecontent? I will provide thee.
Clar. In chufing for your felf,

You

You fhew'd your Judgment;

Which being fhallow, you fhall give me leave
To play the Broker in mine own behalf;
And to that end, I fhortly mind to leave you.
K. Edw. Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be King;
And not be ty'd unto his Brother's Will.

L. Gray. My Lords, before it pleas'd his Majefty
To raife my State to Title of a Queen,
Do me but right, and you must all confess,
That I was not ignoble of Defcent,

And meaner than my felf have had like Fortune.
But as this Title honours me and mine,

So your diflikes, 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 Sorrow can befall thee,
So long as Edward is thy conftant Friend,

And their true Soveraign, whom they must obey?
Nay, whom they fhall obey, and love thee too,
Unless they feek for hatred at my Hands:
Which if they do, yet will I keep thee fafe,
And they fhall feel the Vengeance of my Wrath.
Glo. I hear, yet fay not much, but think the more.

Enter a Poft.

K. Edw. Now Meffenger, what Letters, or what News from France?

Poft. My Sovereign Liege, no Letters, and few Words, But fuch as I (without your special Pardon)

Dare not relate.

K.Edw. Go too, we pardon thee:
Therefore, in brief, tell their Words;
As near as thou canft guess them.

What answer makes King Lewis unto our Letters?
Poft. At my depart, thefe were his very Words;

Go tell falfe Edward, thy fuppofed King,
That Lewis of France is fending over Maskers,
To revel it with him, and his new Bride.

K. Edw. Is Lewis fo brave? belike he thinks me Henry

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