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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