A Room in the Tower. |
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Enter KING HENRY, CLARENCE, WARWICK, SOMERSET, young RICHMOND, OXFORD, MONTAGUE, Lieutenant of the Tower, and Attendants. |
K. Hen. Master lieutenant, now that God and friends |
Have shaken Edward from the regal seat, |
And turn'd my captive state to liberty, |
My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys, |
At our enlargement what are thy due fees? |
Lieu. Subjects may challenge nothing of their sovereigns; |
But if a humble prayer may prevail, |
I then crave pardon of your majesty. |
K. Hen. For what, lieutenant? for well using me? |
Nay, be thou sure, I'll well requite thy kindness, |
For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure; |
Ay, such a pleasure as encaged birds |
Conceive, when, after many moody thoughts |
At last by notes of household harmony |
They quite forget their loss of liberty. |
But, Warwick, after God, thou set'st me free, |
And chiefly therefore I thank God and thee; |
He was the author, thou the instrument. |
Therefore, that I may conquer Fortune's spite |
By living low, where Fortune cannot hurt me, |
And that the people of this blessed land |
May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars, |
Warwick, although my head still wear the crown, |
I here resign my government to thee, |
For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds. |
War. Your Grace hath still been fam'd for virtuous; |
And now may seem as wise as virtuous, |
By spying and avoiding Fortune's malice; |
For few men rightly temper with the stars: |
Yet in this one thing let me blame your Grace, |
For choosing me when Clarence is in place. |
Clar. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway, |
To whom the heavens, in thy nativity |
Adjudg'd an olive branch and laurel crown, |
As likely to be blest in peace, and war; |
And therefore I yield thee my free consent. |
War. And I choose Clarence only for protector. |
K. Hen Warwick and Clarence, give me both your hands: |
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts, |
That no dissension hinder government: |
I make you both protectors of this land, |
While I myself will lead a private life, |
And in devotion spend my latter days, |
To sin's rebuke and my Creator's praise. |
War. What answers Clarence to his sovereign's will? |
Clar. That he consents, if Warwick yield consent; |
For on thy fortune I repose myself. |
War. Why then, though loath, yet must I be content: |
We'll yoke together, like a double shadow |
To Henry's body, and supply his place; |
I mean, in bearing weight of government, |
While he enjoys the honour and his ease. |
And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful |
Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a traitor, |
And all his lands and goods be confiscate. |
Clar. What else? and that succession be determin'd. |
War. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part. |
K. Hen. But, with the first of all your chief affairs, |
Let me entreat, for I command no more, |
That Margaret your queen, and my son Edward, |
Be sent for, to return from France with speed: |
For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear |
My joy of liberty is half eclips'd. |
Clar. It shall be done, my sov'reign, with all speed. |
K. Hen. My Lord of Somerset, what youth is that |
Of whom you seem to have so tender care? |
Som. My liege, it is young Henry, Earl of Richmond. |
K. Hen. Come hither, England's hope: [Lays his hand on his head.] If secret powers |
Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts, |
This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss. |
His looks are full of peaceful majesty, |
His head by nature fram'd to wear a crown, |
His hand to wield a sceptre, and himself |
Likely in time to bless a regal throne. |
Make much of him, my lords; for this is he |
Must help you more than you are hurt by me. |
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Enter a Post. |
War. What news, my friend? |
Mess. That Edward is escaped from your brother, |
And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy. |
War. Unsavoury news! but how made he escape? |
Mess. He was convey'd by Richard Duke of Gloucester, |
And the Lord Hastings, who attended him |
In secret ambush on the forest side, |
And from the bishop's huntsmen rescu'd him: |
For hunting was his daily exercise. |
War. My brother was too careless of his charge. |
But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide |
A salve for any sore that may betide. [Exeunt KING HENRY, WARWICK, CLARENCE, Lieutenant, and Attendant. |
Som. My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's; |
For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help, |
And we shall have more wars before 't be long. |
As Henry's late presaging prophecy |
Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond, |
So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts |
What may befall him to his harm and ours: |
Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst, |
Forthwith we'll send him hence to Brittany, |
Till storms be past of civil enmity. |
Oxf. Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown, |
'Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall down. |
Som. It shall be so; he shall to Brittany. |
Come, therefore, let's about it speedily. [Exeunt. |
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