London. A Room in the Palace. |
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Enter GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, SOMERSET, MONTAGUE, and Others. |
Glo. Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you |
Of this new marriage with the Lady Grey? |
Hath not our brother made a worthy choice? |
Clar. Alas! you know, 'tis far from hence to France; |
How could he stay till Warwick made return? |
Som. My lords, forbear this talk; here comes the king. |
Glo. And his well-chosen bride. |
Clar. I mind to tell him plainly what I think. |
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Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD, attended; LADY GREY, as Queen; PEMBROKE, STAFFORD, HASTINGS, and Others. |
K. Edw. Now, brother Clarence, how like you our choice, |
That you stand pensive, as half malcontent? |
Clar. 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 abuse. |
K. Edw. Suppose 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 shall have your will, because our king: |
Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well. |
K. Edw. Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too? |
Glo. Not I: |
No, God forbid, that I should wish them sever'd |
Whom God hath join'd together; ay, and 'twere pity |
To sunder them that yoke so well together. |
K. Edw. Setting your scorns and your mislike aside, |
Tell me some reason why the Lady Grey |
Should not become my wife and England's queen: |
And you too, Somerset and Montague, |
Speak freely what you think. |
Clar. Then this is mine 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 devise? |
Mont. Yet to have join'd with France in such alliance |
Would more have strengthen'd this our commonwealth |
'Gainst foreign storms, than any home-bred marriage. |
Hast. Why, knows not Montague, that of itself |
England is safe, if true within itself? |
Mont. Yes; but the safer when 'tis back'd with France. |
Hast. '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 ourselves: |
In them and in ourselves our safety lies. |
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 grant; |
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 Bonville on your new wife's son, |
And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere. |
K. Edw. Alas, poor Clarence, is it for a wife |
That thou art malcontent? I will provide thee. |
Clar. In choosing for yourself you show'd your judgment, |
Which being shallow, you shall give me leave |
To play the broker on mine own behalf; |
And to that end I shortly mind to leave you. |
K. Edw. Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be king, |
And not be tied unto his brother's will. |
Q. Eliz. 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 confess |
That I was not ignoble of descent; |
And meaner than myself 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 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 constant friend, |
And their true sovereign, whom they must obey? |
Nay, whom they shall obey, and love thee too, |
Unless they seek for hatred at my hands; |
Which if they do, yet will I keep thee safe, |
And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath. |
Glo. [Aside.] I hear, yet say not much, but think the more. |
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Enter a Messenger. |
K. Edw. Now, messenger, what letters or what news |
From France? |
Mess. My sovereign liege, no letters; and few words; |
But such as I, without your special pardon, |
Dare not relate. |
K. Edw. Go to, we pardon thee: therefore, in brief, |
Tell me their words as near as thou canst guess them. |
What answer makes King Lewis unto our letters? |
Mess. At my depart these were his very words: |
'Go tell false Edward, thy supposed king, |
That Lewis of France is sending over masquers, |
To revel it with him and his new bride.' |
K. Edw. Is Lewis so brave? belike he thinks me Henry. |
But what said Lady Bona to my marriage? |
Mess. These were her words, utter'd with mild disdain: |
'Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly, |
I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.' |
K. Edw. I blame not her, she could say little less; |
She had the wrong. But what said Henry's queen? |
For I have heard that she was there in place. |
Mess. 'Tell him,' quoth she, 'my mourning weeds are done, |
And I am ready to put armour on.' |
K. Edw. Belike she minds to play the Amazon. |
But what said Warwick to these injuries? |
Mess. He, more incens'd against your majesty |
Than all the rest, discharg'd me with these words: |
'Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong, |
And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.' |
K. Edw. Ha! durst the traitor breathe out so proud words? |
Well, I will arm me, being thus forewarn'd: |
They shall have wars, and pay for their presumption. |
But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret? |
Mess. Ay, gracious sovereign; they are so link'd in friendship, |
That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter. |
Clar. Belike the elder; Clarence will have the younger. |
Now, brother king, farewell, and sit you fast, |
For I will hence to Warwick's other daughter; |
That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage |
I may not prove inferior to yourself. |
You, that love me and Warwick, follow me. [Exit CLARENCE, and SOMERSET follows. |
Glo. [Aside.] Not I. |
My thoughts aim at a further matter; I |
Stay not for love of Edward, but the crown. |
K. Edw. Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick! |
Yet am I arm'd against the worst can happen, |
And haste is needful in this desperate case. |
Pembroke and Stafford, you in our behalf |
Go levy men, and make prepare for war: |
They are already, or quickly will be landed: |
Myself in person will straight follow you, [Exeunt PEMBROKE and STAFFORD. |
But ere I go, Hastings and Montague, |
Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest, |
Are near to Warwick by blood, and by alliance: |
Tell me if you love Warwick more than me? |
If it be so, then both depart to him; |
I rather wish you foes than hollow friends: |
But if you mind to hold your true obedience, |
Give me assurance with some friendly vow |
That I may never have you in suspect. |
Mont. So God help Montague as he proves true! |
Hast. And Hastings as he favours Edward's cause! |
K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us? |
Glo. Ay, in despite of all that shall withstand you. |
K. Edw. Why, so! then am I sure of victory. |
Now therefore let us hence; and lose no hour |
Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power. [Exeunt. |
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