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K. Lew. Warwick, this is some Post to us, or thee.

Enter a Post.
Post. My Lord Ambassador,
These Letters are for you;

[To Warwick.
Sent from your Brother, Marquess Montague.
These from our King unto your Majesty. [To K. Lew.
And Madam, these for you,

[To the Queen. From whom I know not. [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 stamps as he were nettled. I hope all's for the best.

K. Lew. Warwick, what are thy News ?
And yours, fair Queen?

Queen. Mine such as fills my Heart with unhopo Joys.
War. Mine full of Sorrow, and Heart's Discontent.

K. Lew. What! has your King Married the Lady Gray?
And now, to sooth your Forgery and his,
Sends me a Paper to perswade me Patience ?
Is this Alliance that he seeks with France ?
Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?

Queen. I told your Majesty as much before:
This proveth Edward's Love, and Warwick's Honesty.

War. King Lewis, I here protest in sight of Heaver,
And by the hope I have of Heav'nly Bliss,
That I am clear from this Misdeed of Edward's;
No more my King; for he dishonours me,
But most himself, if he could see his Shame.
Did I forget, that by the House of Tork
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 last with Shame?
Shame on himself, for my Desert is Honour.
And to repair my Honour lost for him,
I here renounce him, and return to Henry.
My Noble Q'een, let former grudges pass;
And henceforth I am thy true Servitor:
I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona,
And replant Henry in his former ftare
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Queen. Warwick,
Theie Words have turn d my Hate to Love,
And I forgive, and quite forget

, old Faultsy
And joy that thou becom'st King Henry's Friend.

Wür. So much his Friend, ay, his unfeigned Friend,
That if King Lewis.vouchsafe to furnish us
With some few Bands of chosen Soldiers,
I'll urdertake to Land them on our Coast,
And force the Tyrant from his Seat by War.
'Tis not his new-made Bride shall succour him :
And as for Clarence, as my Letters tell me,
He's very likely now to fall from him,
For matching more for warton Lut than Honour,
Or than for strength and safety of our Country.

Bona. D.ar Brother, how ihall Bona be reveng'd,
But by thy help to this distressed Queen?

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

Bona. My quarrel, and this Englifb Q'leen's are one.
War. And mine, fair Lady Bona, joins with yours.

K. Lew. And mine, with hers, and thine, and Margaret's.
Therefore at last, I firmly am resolv'd
You shall have Aid.

Queen. Let me give himble thanks for all at once.

K. Lew. Then England's Mellenger, return in Post,
And tell false Edward, thy suppoted King,
That Lewis of France, is finding over Maskers
To revel it with him, and his new Bride.
Thou seest what's post, go fear thy King withal.

Boxa. Tell him, in hopes he'll prove a Widower shortly,
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.

Wur. 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.

[Exit Polt.
K. Lew. But Warwick,
Thou and Oxford, with five thoufard Men
Sha'l cross the Scas, and bid falle Edward Batte! :
And as occafion ferves, this Noble Queen
Aid Prince shall follow with a fresh Supply,

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Glo. N of this new Marriage with the Lady Gray?

Yet e'er thou go, but answer me one doubt:
What Pledge have we of thy firm Loyalty ?

War. This shall assure my constant 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, she is Fair and Virtuous,
Therefore delay not, give thy Hand to Warwick,
And with thy Hand, thy Faith irrevocable,
That only Warwick's Daughter shall be thine.

Prince. Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it,
And here to pledge my Vow, I give my Hand.

[He gives his Hand to Warwick. K. Low. Why stay we now? these Soldiers shall 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 Mischance, For mocking Marriage with a Dame of France.

Exeunt. Maner Warwick. War. I came from Edward as Ambassador, But I return his sworn and mortal Foc: Matters of Marriage was the charge he gave mi, But dreadful War shall answer his demand. Had he none elle to make a ftale but me? Then none but I, shall turn his Jest 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 Misery, But setk Revenge on Edward's Mockery.

[Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I. Enter Gloucester, Clarence, Somerset and Montague.

OW tell me, Brother Clarence, what think you

Hath not our Brother made a worthy choice?

Clar, Alas, you k ow, 'tis far from hence to France, How could he stay 'till Warwick made return?

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Som. My Lords, forbear this talk : Here comes the King
Flourish. Enter King Edward, Lady Gray as Queen, Pem-

brook, Stafford, and Hastings: Four stand on one side, and
four on the other.
Glo. And his well-chosen Bride.
Clar. I mind to tell him plainly what I think.

K, Edw. Now, Brother of Clarence,
How like you our Choice,
That you stand pensive as half Malecontent?

Clur. As well as Lewis of France,
Or the Earl of Warwick,
Which are so weak of Courage, and in Judgment,
That they'll take no offence at our Abule.

K. Edw. Suppose they take offence without a cause:
They are but Lewis and Warovick, I am Edward,
Your King and Warwick's, and must have my will.

Glo. And you shall have your will, because our King? Yet hasty Marriage seldom provcth well.

k. Edw. Yes, Brother Richard, are you offended too?

Glo. Not I; no:
God forbid that I should wish them fever'd
Whom God hath join'd together.
Ay, and 'cwere picy to sunder them,
That yoak so well together.

K. Edw. Sitting your scorns, and your mislike aside,
Tell me some Realon, why the Lady Gray
Should not become my Wife, and England's Qiseen?
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 such invention as I can devile?

Mont. Yet to have join'd with France in such Alliance, Would more have strength’ned this our Commonwealth, Gainst foreign Storms, than any home-bred Marriage.

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Haft. Why, knows not Montag ue that of it self England is safe, if true within it self?

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

Haft. 'Tis better using 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 selves:
In them, and in our selves, our safety lyes.

Clar. For this one Speech, Lord Hastings well deserves
To have the Heir of the Lord Hungerford.

K. Edw. Ay, what of that? it was my will and gran, And for this once my Will shall stand 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 else you would not have bestow'd the Heir
Of the Lord Bonvill on your new Wife's Son,
And leave your Brothers to go speed elfewhere.

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

Clar. In chusing for your self,
You thew'd your Judgment;
Which being shallow, you shall give me leave
To play the Brother in mine own behalf ;
And to that end, I shortly mird to leave you.

K. Edv. Leaveme, 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 Qiheen,
Do me but right, and you must all confess, .
That I was not ignoble of Descent,
And meaner than my self have had like fortune.
But as this Title honours me and mine,
So your dislikes, to whom I would be pleasing,
Do cloud my Joys with Darger, 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 constant Friend,
And their true Sovereign, whom they must obey?

Nay,

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