The Same. A Room in the Palace. |
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KING EDWARD is discovered sitting on his throne: QUEEN ELIZABETH with the infant Prince, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, and Others, near him. |
| K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal throne, |
| Re-purchas'd with the blood of enemies. |
| What valiant foemen like to autumn's corn, |
| Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride! |
| Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd |
| For hardy and undoubted champions; |
| Two Cliffords, as the father and the son; |
| And two Northumberlands: two braver men |
| Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound; |
| With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague, |
| That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion, |
| And made the forest tremble when they roar'd. |
| Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat, |
| And made our footstool of security. |
| Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy. |
| Young Ned, for thee thine uncles and myself |
| Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night; |
| Went all a-foot in summer's scalding heat, |
| That thou might'st repessess the crown in peace; |
| And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain. |
| Glo. [Aside.] I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid; |
| For yet I am not look'd on in the world. |
| This shoulder was ordain'd so thick to heave; |
| And heave it shall some weight, or break my back: |
| Work thou the way, and thou shalt execute. |
| K. Edw. Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen; |
| And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both. |
| Clar. The duty, that I owe unto your majesty, |
| I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe. |
| K. Edw. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks. |
| Glo. And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st, |
| Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit. |
| [Aside.] To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master, |
| And cried 'all hail!' when as he meant all harm. |
| K. Edw. Now am I seated as my soul delights, |
| Having my country's peace and brothers' loves. |
| Clar. What will your Grace have done with Margaret? |
| Reignier, her father, to the King of France |
| Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem, |
| And hither have they sent it for her ransom. |
| K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence to France. |
| And now what rests but that we spend the time |
| With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows, |
| Such as befit the pleasure of the court? |
| Sound, drums and trumpets! farewell, sour annoy! |
| For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. [Exeunt. |
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