K. Lew. Warwick, this is fome Poft to us, or thee.
Enter a Poft.

Poft. My Lord Ambassador,

These Letters are for you;

Sent from your Brother, Marquels Montague.
These from our King unto your Majefty.

And Madam, these for you,

From whom I know not.

[To Warwick.

{To K. Lew.

[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. Lew. Warwick, what are thy News?

And yours, fair Queen?

Queen. Mine fuch as fills my Heart with unhop'd Joys. War. Mise full of Sorrow, and Heart's Difcontent.

K. Lew. What! has your King Married the Lady Gray ? And now, to footh your Forgery and his,

Sends me a Paper to perfwade me Patience?
Is this Alliance that he seeks 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 Heaven,
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 moft himself, if he could fee his Shame.
Did I forget, that by the Houfe of York"
My Father came untimely to his Death?
Did I let pafs th' abufe 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 Shame?
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 Servitor:
I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona,
And replant Henry in his former ftates
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Queen. Warwick,

Thefe Words have turn'd my Hate to Love,
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 vouchlafe to furnish us
With fome few Bands of chofen Soldiers,
I'll undertake to Land them on our Coaft,
And force the Tyrant from his Seat by War.
'Tis not his new-made Bride fhall fuccour him:
And as for Clarence, as my Letters tell me,
H's very likely now to fall from him,

For matching more for wanton Luft than Honour,
Or than for ftrength and safety of our County.
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,
Uniefs thou refcue him from foul despair?

Bona. My quarrel, and this English Queen's are one. War. And mine, fair Lady Bona, joins with yours. L. Lew. And mine, with hers, and thine, and Margaret's. Therefore at laft, I firmly am refolv'd

You fhall have Aid.

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 hopes 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,

[Exit Poft.

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

Yet e'er 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 eldest Daughter, and my Joy,
To him forthwith, in holy Wedlock Bands.

Queen. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your Motion.
Son Edward, he 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 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 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 elfe 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.

[Exit.

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Glo.

Enter Gloucefter, Clarence, Somerfet and Montague.

NOW

WOW 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?

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Som

Som. My Lords, forbear this talk: Here comes the King. Flourish. Enter King Edward, Lady Gray as Queen, Pembrook, Stafford, and Haftings: Four ft and 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 cause:
They are but Lewis and Warwick, I am 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 wish them fever'd

Whom God hath join'd together.

Ay, and 'twere pity to funder them.

That yoak fo well together.

K. Edw. Setting your Scorns, and

your

Tell me fome Realon, why the Lady Gray

miflike afide,

Should not become my Wife, and England's Queen?
And you too, Somerset and Montague,

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 dishonoured by this new Marriage.

K. Edw. What, if both Lewis and Warwick be appeas'd, By fuch invention as I can devise ?

Mont. Yet to have join'd with France in fuch Alliance, Would more have ftrength'.ed this our Commonwealth, Gainft foreign Storms, than any home-bred Marriage.

Haft.

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

Mont. Yes, but the fafer, when 'tis back'd with France. Haft. 'Tis better ufing France, than trufting 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 fafety 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.

Gle. 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 beftow'd the Heir
Of the Lord Bonvill on your new Wife's Son,
And leave your Brothers to go fpeed elfe where.
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 fhew'd your Judgment;

Which being fhallow, you fhall give me leave
To play the Brother in mine own behalf;

And to that end, I fhort'y mind to leave you.

K. Edw. Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be King;

And not be ty'd unto his Brother's will.

La. Gray. My Lords, before it pleas'd his Majesty To raise my State to Title of a Queen,

Do me but right, and you must all confefs,

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 dislikes, to whom I would be pleafing,

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,
Ard their true Soveraign, whom they must obey?
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