London. A Room in the Palace. |
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Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH and RIVERS. |
Riv. Madam, what makes you in this sudden change? |
Q. Eliz. Why, brother Rivers, are you yet to learn, |
What late misfortune is befall'n King Edward? |
Riv. What! loss of some pitch'd battle against Warwick? |
Q. Eliz. No, but the loss of his own royal person. |
Riv. Then is my sovereign slain? |
Q. Eliz. Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner; |
Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard |
Or by his foe surpris'd at unawares: |
And, as I further have to understand, |
Is new committed to the Bishop of York, |
Fell Warwick's brother, and by that our foe. |
Riv. These news, I must confess, are full of grief; |
Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may: |
Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day. |
Q. Eliz. Till then fair hope must hinder life's decay. |
And I the rather wean me from despair |
For love of Edward's offspring in my womb: |
This is it that makes me bridle passion, |
And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross; |
Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear, |
And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs, |
Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown |
King Edward's fruit, true heir to the English crown. |
Riv. But, madam, where is Warwick then become? |
Q. Eliz. I am inform'd that he comes towards London, |
To set the crown once more on Henry's head: |
Guess thou the rest; King Edward's friends must down. |
But, to prevent the tyrant's violence,— |
For trust not him that hath once broken faith,— |
I'll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary, |
To save at least the heir of Edward's right: |
There shall I rest secure from force and fraud. |
Come, therefore; let us fly while we may fly: |
If Warwick take us we are sure to die. [Exeunt. |
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