France. A Room in the Palace. |
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Flourish. Enter LEWIS the French King, his sister LADY BONA, attended: his Admiral called BOURBON; the King takes his state. Then enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, and the EARL OF OXFORD. LEWIS sits, and riseth up again. |
K. Lew. Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret, |
Sit down with us: it ill befits thy state |
And birth, that thou shouldst stand while Lewis doth sit. |
Q. Mar. No, mighty King of France: now Margaret |
Must strike her sail, and learn a while to serve |
Where kings command. I was, I must confess, |
Great Albion's queen in former golden days; |
But now mischance hath trod my title down, |
And with dishonour laid me on the ground, |
Where I must take like seat unto my fortune, |
And to my humble seat conform myself. |
K. Lew. Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this deep despair? |
Q. Mar. From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears |
And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares. |
K. Lew. Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself, |
And sit thee by our side. [Seats her by him.] Yield not thy neck |
To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind |
Still ride in triumph over all mischance. |
Be plain, Queen Margaret, and tell thy grief; |
It shall be eas'd, if France can yield relief. |
Q. Mar. Those gracious words revive my drooping thoughts, |
And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak. |
Now, therefore, be it known to noble Lewis, |
That Henry, sole possessor of my love, |
Is of a king become a banish'd man, |
And forc'd to live in Scotland a forlorn; |
While proud ambitious Edward Duke of York |
Usurps the regal title and the seat |
Of England's true-anointed lawful king. |
This is the cause that I, poor Margaret, |
With this my son, Prince Edward, Henry's heir, |
Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid; |
And if thou fail us, all our hope is done. |
Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help; |
Our people and our peers are both misled, |
Our treasure seiz'd, our soldiers put to flight, |
And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight. |
K. Lew. Renowned queen, with patience calm the storm, |
While we bethink a means to break it off. |
Q. Mar. The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe. |
K. Lew. The more I stay, the more I'll succour thee. |
Q. Mar. O! but impatience waiteth on true sorrow: |
And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow. |
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Enter WARWICK, attended. |
K. Lew. What's he, approacheth boldly to our presence? |
Q. Mar. Our Earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend. |
K. Lew. Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France? [Descending from his state. QUEEN MARGARET rises. |
Q. Mar. Ay, now begins a second storm to rise; |
For this is he that moves both wind and tide. |
War. From worthy Edward, King of Albion, |
My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend, |
I come, in kindness and unfeigned love, |
First, to do greetings to thy royal person; |
And then to crave a league of amity; |
And lastly to confirm that amity |
With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant |
That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister, |
To England's king in lawful marriage. |
Q. Mar. If that go forward, Henry's hope is done. |
War. [To BONA.] And, gracious madam, in our king's behalf, |
I am commanded, with your leave and favour, |
Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue |
To tell the passion of my sov'reign's heart; |
Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears, |
Hath plac'd thy beauty's image and thy virtue. |
Q. Mar. King Lewis and Lady Bona, hear me speak, |
Before you answer Warwick. His demand |
Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love, |
But from deceit bred by necessity; |
For how can tyrants safely govern home, |
Unless abroad they purchase great alliance? |
To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice, |
That Henry liveth still; but were he dead, |
Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry's son. |
Look, therefore, Lewis, that by this league and marriage |
Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour; |
For though usurpers sway the rule awhile, |
Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs. |
War. Injurious Margaret! |
Prince. And why not queen? |
War. Because thy father Henry did usurp, |
And thou no more art prince than she is queen. |
Oxf. Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt, |
Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain; |
And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth, |
Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest; |
And, after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth, |
Who by his prowess conquered all France: |
From these our Henry lineally descends. |
War. Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse, |
You told not how Henry the Sixth hath lost |
All that which Henry the Fifth had gotten? |
Methinks these peers of France should smile at that. |
But for the rest, you tell a pedigree |
Of threescore and two years; a silly time |
To make prescription for a kingdom's worth. |
Oxf. Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege, |
Whom thou obeyedst thirty and six years, |
And not bewray thy treason with a blush? |
War. Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right, |
Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree? |
For shame! leave Henry, and call Edward king. |
Oxf. Call him my king, by whose injurious doom |
My elder brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere, |
Was done to death? and more than so, my father, |
Even in the downfall of his mellow'd years, |
When nature brought him to the door of death? |
No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm, |
This arm upholds the house of Lancaster. |
War. And I the house of York. |
K. Lew. Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford, |
Vouchsafe at our request to stand aside, |
While I use further conference with Warwick. [They stand aloof. |
Q. Mar. Heaven grant that Warwick's words bewitch him not! |
K. Lew. Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience, |
Is Edward your true king? for I were loath |
To link with him that were not lawful chosen. |
War. Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour. |
K. Lew. But is he gracious in the people's eye? |
War. The more that Henry was unfortunate, |
K. Lew. Then further, all dissembling set aside, |
Tell me for truth the measure of his love |
Unto our sister Bona. |
War. Such it seems |
As may beseem a monarch like himself. |
Myself have often heard him say and swear |
That this his love was an eternal plant, |
Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground, |
The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun, |
Exempt from envy, but not from disdain, |
Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain. |
K. Lew. Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve. |
Bona. Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine: |
[To WARWICK.] Yet I confess that often ere this day, |
When I have heard your king's desert recounted, |
Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire. |
K. Lew. Then, Warwick, thus: our sister shall be Edward's; |
And now forthwith shall articles be drawn |
Touching the jointure that your king must make, |
Which with her dowry shall be counterpois'd. |
Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness |
That Bona shall be wife to the English king. |
Prince. To Edward, but not to the English king. |
Q. Mar. Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device |
By this alliance to make void my suit: |
Before thy coming Lewis was Henry's friend. |
K. Lew. And still is friend to him and Margaret: |
But if your title to the crown be weak, |
As may appear by Edward's good success, |
Then 'tis but reason that I be releas'd |
From giving aid which late I promised. |
Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand |
That your estate 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 yourself, our quondam queen, |
You have a father able to maintain you, |
And better 'twere you troubled him than France. |
Q. Mar. Peace! impudent and shameless Warwick, peace; |
Proud setter 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 sly conveyance and thy lord's false love; |
For both of you are birds of self-same feather. [A horn winded within. |
K. Lew. Warwick, this is some post to us or thee. |
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Enter a Post. |
Mess. My lord ambassador, these letters are for you, |
Sent from your brother, Marquess Montague: |
These from our king unto your majesty; |
[To MARGARET.] And, madam, these for you; 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? |
Q. Mar. Mine, such as fill my heart with unhop'd joys. |
War. Mine, full of sorrow and heart's discontent. |
K. Lew. What! has your king married the Lady Grey? |
And now, to soothe your forgery and his, |
Sends me a paper to persuade me patience? |
Is this the alliance that he seeks with France? |
Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner? |
Q. Mar. 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 heaven, |
And by the hope I have of heavenly 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 York |
My father came untimely to his death? |
Did I let pass the 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 queen, 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 state. |
Q. Mar. Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate to love; |
And I forgive and quite forget old faults, |
And joy that thou becom'st King Henry's friend. |
War. 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 undertake 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 wanton lust than honour, |
Or than for strength and safety of our country. |
Bona. Dear brother, how shall Bona be reveng'd, |
But by thy help to this distressed queen? |
Q. Mar. Renowned prince, how shall 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 Margaret's. |
Therefore, at last, I firmly am resolv'd |
You shall have aid. |
Q. Mar. Let me give humble thanks for all at once. |
K. Lew. Then, England's messenger, return in post, |
And tell false Edward, thy supposed king, |
That Lewis of France is sending over masquers, |
To revel it with him and his new bride. |
Thou seest what's past; go fear thy king withal. |
Bona. Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly, |
I'll wear the willow garland for his sake. |
Q. Mar. Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid aside, |
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. [Exit Messenger. |
K. Lew. But, Warwick, |
Thou and Oxford, with five thousand men, |
Shall cross the seas, and bid false Edward battle; |
And, as occasion serves, this noble queen |
And prince shall follow with a fresh supply. |
Yet ere 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 mine eldest daughter and my joy |
To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands. |
Q. Mar. 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. Lew. Why stay we now? These soldiers shall be levied, |
And thou, Lord Bourbon, our high admiral, |
Shall 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 all except WARWICK. |
War. I came from Edward as ambassador, |
But I return his sworn and mortal foe: |
Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me, |
But dreadful war shall answer his demand. |
Had he none else to make a stale 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 seek revenge on Edward's mockery. [Exit. |
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