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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