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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