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The third Part of King Henry the Sixt. Rich. That would be tenne dayes wonder at the least. Clarence. That's a day longer then a Wonder lasts. Rich. By so much is the Wonder in extremes. King.
[1525]
Well, ieast on Brothers: I can tell you both, He suit is graunted for her Husbands Lands.
Enter a Noble man. Nob. My gracious Lord, Henry your Foe is taken, And brought your Prisoner to your Pallace Gate. King. See that he be conuey'd vnto the Tower:
[1530]
And goe wee Brothers to the man that tooke him, To question of his apprehension. Widow goe you along: Lords vse her honourable.
Exeunt. Manet Richard. Rich. I, Edward will vse Women honourably: Would he were wasted, Marrow, Bones, and all,
[1535]
That from his Loynes no hopefull Branch may spring, To crosse me from the Golden time I looke for: And yet, betweene my Soules desire, and me, The lustfull Edwards Title buryed, Is Clarence, Henry, and his Sonne young Edward,
[1540]
And all the vnlook'd‑for Issue of their Bodies, To take their Roomes, ere I can place my selfe: A cold premeditation for my purpose. Why then I doe but dreame on Soueraigntie, Like one that stands vpon a Promontorie,
[1545]
And spyes a farre‑off shore, where hee would tread, Wishing his foot were equall with his eye, And chides the Sea, that sunders him from thence, Saying, hee'le lade it dry, to haue his way: So doe I wish the Crowne, being so farre off,
[1550]
And so I chide the meanes that keepes me from it, And so (I say) Ile cut the Causes off, Flattering me with impossibilities: My Eyes too quicke, my Heart o're‑weenes too much, Vnlesse my Hand and Strength could equall them.
[1555]
Well, say there is no Kingdome then for Richard: What other Pleasure can the World affoord? Ile make my Heauen in a Ladies Lappe, And decke my Body in gay Ornaments, And 'witch sweet Ladies with my Words and Lookes.
[1560]
Oh miserable Thought! and more vnlikely, Then to accomplish twentie Golden Crownes. Why Loue forswore me in my Mothers Wombe: And for I should not deale in her soft Lawes, Shee did corrupt frayle Nature with some Bribe,
[1565]
To shrinke mine Arme vp like a wither'd Shrub, To make an enuious Mountaine on my Back, Where sits Deformitie to mocke my Body; To shape my Legges of an vnequall size, To dis‑proportion me in euery part:
[1570]
Like to a Chaos, or an vn‑lick'd Beare‑whelpe, That carryes no impression like the Damme. And am I then a man to be belou'd? Oh monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought. Then since this Earth affoords no Ioy to me,
[1575]
But to command, to check, to o're‑beare such, As are of better Person then my selfe: Ile make my Heauen, to dreame vpon the Crowne, And whiles I liue, t'account this World but Hell, Vntill my mis‑shap'd Trunke, that beares this Head,
[1580]
Be round impaled with a glorious Crowne. And yet I know not how to get the Crowne, For many Liues stand betweene me and home:

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And I, like one lost in a Thornie Wood, That rents the Thornes, and is rent with the Thornes,
[1585]
Seeking a way, and straying from the way, Not knowing how to finde the open Ayre, But toyling desperately to finde it out, Torment my selfe, to catch the English Crowne: And from that torment I will free my selfe,
[1590]
Or hew my way out with a bloody Axe. Why I can smile, and murther whiles I smile, And cry, Content, to that which grieues my Heart, And wet my Cheekes with artificiall Teares, And frame my Face to all occasions.
[1595]
Ile drowne more Saylers then the Mermaid shall, Ile slay more gazers then the Basiliske, Ile play the Orator as well as Nestor, Deceiue more slyly then Vlisses could, And like a Synon, take another Troy.
[1600]
I can adde Colours to the Camelion, Change shapes with Proteus, for aduantages, And set the murtherous Macheuill to Schoole. Can I doe this, and cannot get a Crowne? Tut, were it farther off, Ile plucke it downe.
Exit.
[Act 3, Scene 3] Flourish. Enter Lewis the French King, his Sister Bona, his Admirall, call'd Bourbon: Prince Edward, Queene Margaret, and the Earle of Oxford. Lewis sits, and riseth vp againe. Lewis.
[1605]
Faire Queene of England, worthy Margaret, Sit downe with vs: it ill befits thy State, And Birth, that thou should'st stand, while Lewis doth sit.
Marg. No, mightie King of France: now Margaret Must strike her sayle, and learne a while to serue,
[1610]
Where Kings command. I was (I must confesse) Great Albions Queene, in former Golden dayes: But now mischance hath trod my Title downe, And with dis‑honor layd me on the ground, Where I must take like Seat vnto my fortune,
[1615]
And to my humble Seat conforme my selfe.
Lewis. Why say, faire Queene, whence springs this deepe despaire? Marg. From such a cause, as fills mine eyes with teares, And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares. Lewis. What ere it be, be thou still like thy selfe,
[1620]
And sit thee by our side. Seats her by him. Yeeld not thy necke to Fortunes yoake, But let thy dauntlesse minde still ride in triumph, Ouer all mischance. Be plaine, Queene Margaret, and tell thy griefe,
[1625]
It shall be eas'd, if France can yeeld reliefe.
Marg. Those gracious words Reuiue my drooping thoughts, And giue my tongue‑ty'd sorrowes leaue to speake. Now therefore be it knowne to Noble Lewis,
[1630]
That Henry, sole possessor of my Loue, Is, of a King, become a banisht man, And forc'd to liue in Scotland a Forlorne; While prowd ambitious Edward, Duke of Yorke, Vsurpes the Regall Title, and the Seat
[1635]
Of Englands true anoynted lawfull King. This is the cause that I, poore Margaret, With this my Sonne, Prince Edward, Henries Heire, Am come to craue thy iust and lawfull ayde: And if thou faile vs, all our hope is done,
[1640]
Scotland hath will to helpe, but cannot helpe: Our

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[Act 3, Scene 3] Flourish. Enter Lewis the French King, his Sister Bona, his Admirall, call'd Bourbon: Prince Edward, Queene Margaret, and the Earle of Oxford. Lewis sits, and riseth vp againe. Lewis.
[1605]
Faire Queene of England, worthy Margaret, Sit downe with vs: it ill befits thy State, And Birth, that thou should'st stand, while Lewis doth sit.
Marg. No, mightie King of France: now Margaret Must strike her sayle, and learne a while to serue,
[1610]
Where Kings command. I was (I must confesse) Great Albions Queene, in former Golden dayes: But now mischance hath trod my Title downe, And with dis‑honor layd me on the ground, Where I must take like Seat vnto my fortune,
[1615]
And to my humble Seat conforme my selfe.
Lewis. Why say, faire Queene, whence springs this deepe despaire? Marg. From such a cause, as fills mine eyes with teares, And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares. Lewis. What ere it be, be thou still like thy selfe,
[1620]
And sit thee by our side. Seats her by him. Yeeld not thy necke to Fortunes yoake, But let thy dauntlesse minde still ride in triumph, Ouer all mischance. Be plaine, Queene Margaret, and tell thy griefe,
[1625]
It shall be eas'd, if France can yeeld reliefe.
Marg. Those gracious words Reuiue my drooping thoughts, And giue my tongue‑ty'd sorrowes leaue to speake. Now therefore be it knowne to Noble Lewis,
[1630]
That Henry, sole possessor of my Loue, Is, of a King, become a banisht man, And forc'd to liue in Scotland a Forlorne; While prowd ambitious Edward, Duke of Yorke, Vsurpes the Regall Title, and the Seat
[1635]
Of Englands true anoynted lawfull King. This is the cause that I, poore Margaret, With this my Sonne, Prince Edward, Henries Heire, Am come to craue thy iust and lawfull ayde: And if thou faile vs, all our hope is done,
[1640]
Scotland hath will to helpe, but cannot helpe: Our People, and our Peeres, are both mis‑led, Our Treasure seiz'd, our Souldiors put to flight, And (as thou seest) our selues in heauie plight.
Lewis. Renowned Queene,
[1645]
With patience calme the Storme, While we bethinke a meanes to breake it off.
Marg. The more wee stay, the stronger growes our Foe. Lewis. The more I stay, the more Ile succour thee. Marg. O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow.
[1650]
And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow.
Enter Warwicke. Lewis. What's hee approacheth boldly to our pre­ sence? Marg. Our Earle of Warwicke, Edwards greatest Friend. Lewis. Welcome braue Warwicke, what brings thee to France? Hee descends. Shee ariseth. Marg. I now begins a second Storme to rise,
[1655]
For this is hee that moues both Winde and Tyde.
Warw. From worthy Edward, King of Albion, My Lord and Soueraigne, and thy vowed Friend, I come (in Kindnesse, and vnfayned Loue) First, to doe greetings to thy Royall Person,
[1660]
And then to craue a League of Amitie: And lastly, to confirme that Amitie With Nuptiall Knot, if thou vouchsafe to graunt That vertuous Lady Bona, thy faire Sister, To Englands King, in lawfull Marriage.
Marg.
[1665]
If that goe forward, Henries hope is done.
Warw. And gracious Madame, Speaking to Bona. In our Kings behalfe, I am commanded, with your leaue and fauor, Humbly to kisse your Hand, and with my Tongue
[1670]
To tell the passion of my Soueraignes Heart; Where Fame, late entring at his heedfull Eares, Hath plac'd thy Beauties Image, and thy Vertue.
Marg. King Lewis, and Lady Bona, heare me speake, Before you answer Warwicke. His demand
[1675]
Springs not from Edwards well‑meant honest Loue, But from Deceit, bred by Necessitie: For how can Tyrants safely gouerne home, Vnlesse abroad they purchase great allyance? To proue him Tyrant, this reason may suffice,
[1680]
That Henry liueth still: but were hee dead, Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henries Sonne. Looke therefore Lewis, that by this League and Mariage Thou draw not on thy Danger, and Dis‑honor: For though Vsurpers sway the rule a while,
[1685]
Yet Heau'ns are iust, and Time suppresseth Wrongs.
Warw. Iniurious Margaret. Edw. And why not Queene? Warw. Because thy Father Henry did vsurpe, And thou no more art Prince, then shee is Queene. Oxf.
[1690]
Then Warwicke disanulls great Iohn of Gaunt, Which did subdue the greatest part of Spaine; And after Iohn of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth, Whose Wisdome was a Mirror to the wisest: And after that wise Prince, Henry the Fift,
[1695]
Who by his Prowesse conquered all France: From these, our Henry lineally descends.
Warw. Oxford, how haps it in this smooth discourse, You told not, how Henry the Sixt hath lost All that, which Henry the Fift had gotten:
[1700]
Me thinkes these Peeres of France should smile at that. But for the rest: you tell a Pedigree Of threescore and two yeeres, a silly time To make prescription for a Kingdomes worth.
Oxf. Why Warwicke, canst thou speak against thy Liege,
[1705]
Whom thou obeyd'st thirtie and six yeeres, And not bewray thy Treason with a Blush?
Warw. Can Oxford, that did euer sence the right, Now buckler Falsehood with a Pedigree? For shame leaue Henry, and call Edward King. Oxf.
[1710]
Call him my King, by whose iniurious doome My elder Brother, the Lord s Aubrey Vere Was done to death? and more then so, my Father, Euen in the downe‑fall of his mellow'd yeeres, When Nature brought him to the doore of Death?
[1715]
No Warwicke, no: while Life vpholds this Arme, This Arme vpholds the House of Lancaster.
Warw. And I the House of Yorke. Lewis. Queene Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford, Vouchsafe at our request, to stand aside,
[1720]
While I vse further conference with Warwicke.
They stand aloofe. Marg. Heauens graunt, that Warwickes wordes be­ witch him not. Lewis. Now Warwicke, tell me euen vpon thy conscience Is Edward your true King? for I were loth To linke with him, that were not lawfull chosen. Warw.
[1725]
Thereon I pawne my Credit, and mine Ho­ nor.
Lewis. But is hee gracious in the Peoples eye? Warw. The more, that Henry was vnfortunate. Lewis. Then further: all dissembling set aside, Tell me for truth, the measure of his Loue
[1730]
Vnto our Sister Bona.
War. Such it seemes, As may beseeme a Monarch like himselfe. My selfe haue often heard him say, and sweare, That this his Loue was an externall Plant,
[1735]
Whereof the Root was fixt in Vertues ground, The Leaues and Fruit maintain'd with Beauties Sunne, Exempt from Enuy, but not from Disdaine, Vnlesse the Lady Bona quit his paine.
Lewis. Now Sister, let vs heare your firme resolue. Bona.
[1740]
Your graunt, or your denyall, shall be mine. Yet I confesse, that often ere this day, Speaks to War. When I haue heard your Kings desert recounted, Mine eare hath tempted iudgement to desire.
Lewis. Then Warwicke, thus:
[1745]
Our Sister shall be Edwards. And now forthwith shall Articles be drawne, Touching the Ioynture that your King must make, Which with her Dowrie shall be counter‑poys'd: Draw neere, Queene Margaret, and be a witnesse,
[1750]
That Bona shall be Wife to the English King.
Pr. Edw. To Edward, but not to the English King. Marg. Deceitfull Warwicke, it was thy deuice, By this alliance to make void my suit: Before thy comming, Lewis was Henries friend. Lewis.
[1755]
And still is friend to him, and Margaret. But if your Title to the Crowne be weake, As may appeare by Edwards good successe; Then 'tis but reason, that I be releas'd From giuing ayde, which late I promised.
[1760]
Yet shall you haue all kindnesse at my hand, That your Estate requires, and mine can yeeld.
Warw. Henry now liues in Scotland, at his ease; Where hauing nothing, nothing can he lose. And as for you your selfe (our quondam Queene)
[1765]
You haue a Father able to maintaine you, And better 'twere, you troubled him, then France.
Mar. Peace impudent, and shamelesse Warwicke, Proud setter vp, and puller downe of Kings, I will not hence, till with my Talke and Teares
[1770]
(Both full of Truth) I make King Lewis behold Thy slye conueyance, and thy Lords false loue, Post blowing a horne Within. For both of you are Birds of selfe‑same Feather.
Lewis. Warwicke, this is some poste to vs, or thee. Enter the Poste. Post. My Lord Ambassador,
[1775]
These Letters are for you. Speakes to Warwick, Sent from your Brother Marquesse Montague. These from our King, vnto your Maiesty. To Lewis. And Madam, these for you: To Margaret From whom, I know not.
They all reade their Letters. Oxf.
[1780]
I like it well, that our faire Queene and Mistris Smiles at her newes, while Warwicke frownes at his.
Prince Ed.

Nay marke how Lewis stampes as he were

I netled. I hope, all's for the best.

Lew. Warwicke, what are thy Newes ?
[1785]
And yours, faire Queene.
Mar. Mine such, as fill my heart with vnhop'd ioyes. War. Mine full of sorrow, and hearts discontent. Lew. What? has your King married the Lady Grey? And now to sooth your Forgery, and his,
[1790]
Sends me a Paper to perswade me Patience? Is this th'Alliance that he seekes with France? Dare he presume to scorne vs in this manner?
Mar. I told your Maiesty as much before: This proueth Edwards Loue, and Warwickes honesty. War.
[1795]
King Lewis, I heere protest in sight of heauen, And by the hope I haue of heauenly blisse, That I am cleere from this misdeed of Edwards; No more my King, for he dishonors me, But most himselfe, if he could see his shame.
[1800]
Did I forget, that by the House of Yorke My Father came vntimely to his death? Did I let passe th'abuse done to my Neece? Did I impale him with the Regall Crowne ? Did I put Henry from his Natiue Right?
[1805]
And am I guerdon'd at the last, with Shame? Shame on himselfe, for my Desert is Honor. And to repaire my Honor lost for him, I heere renounce him, and returne to Henry. My Noble Queene, let former grudges passe,
[1810]
And henceforth, I am thy true Seruitour: I will reuenge his wrong to Lady Bona, And replant Henry in his former state.
Mar. Warwicke, These words haue turn'd my Hate, to Loue,
[1815]
And I forgiue, and quite forget old faults, And ioy that thou becom'st King Henries Friend.
War. So much his Friend, I, his vnfained Friend, That if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish vs With some few Bands of chosen Soldiours,
[1820]
Ile vndertake to Land them on our Coast, And force the Tyrant from his seat by Warre. 'Tis not his new‑made Bride shall succour him. And as for Clarence, as my Letters tell me, Hee's very likely now to fall from him,
[1825]
For matching more for wanton Lust, then Honor, Or then for strength and safety of our Country.
Bona. Deere Brother, how shall Bona be reueng'd, But by thy helpe to this distressed Queene? Mar. Renowned Prince, how shall Poore Henry liue,
[1830]
Vnlesse thou rescue him from foule dispaire?
Bona. My quarrel, and this English Queens, are one. War. And mine faire Lady Bona, ioynes with yours. Lew. And mine, with hers, and thine, and Margarets. Therefore, at last, I firmely am resolu'd
[1835]
You shall haue ayde.
Mar. Let me giue humble thankes for all, at once. Lew. Then Englands Messenger, returne in Poste, And tell false Edward, thy supposed King, That Lewis of France, is sending ouer Maskers
[1840]
To reuell it with him, and his new Bride. Thou seest what's past, go feare thy King withall.
Bona. Tell him, in hope hee'l proue a widower shortly, I weare the Willow Garland for his sake. Mar. Tell him, my mourning weeds are layde aside,
[1845]
And I am ready to put Armor on.
War. Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong, And therefore Ile vn‑Crowne him, er't be long. There's thy reward, be gone. Exit Post. Lew. But Warwicke,
[1850]
Thou and Oxford, with fiue thousand men Shall crosse the Seas, and bid false Edward battaile: And as occasion serues, this Noble Queen And Prince, shall follow with a fresh Supply. Yet ere thou go, but answer me one doubt:
[1855]
What Pledge haue we of thy firme Loyalty?
War. This shall assure my constant Loyalty, That if our Queene, and this young Prince agree, Ile ioyne mine eldest daughter, and my Ioy, To him forthwith, in holy Wedlocke bands. Mar.
[1860]
Yes, I agree, and thanke you for your Motion. Sonne Edward, she is Faire and Vertuous, Therefore delay not, giue thy hand to Warwicke, And with thy hand, thy faith irreuocable, That onely Warwickes daughter shall be thine.
Prin. Ed.
[1865]
Yes, I accept her, for she well deserues it, And heere to pledge my Vow, I giue my hand.
He giues his hand to Warw. Lew. Why stay we now? These soldiers shalbe leuied, And thou Lord Bourbon, our High Admirall Shall waft them ouer with our Royall Fleete.
[1870]
I long till Edward fall by Warres mischance, For mocking Marriage with a Dame of France.
Exeunt. Manet Warwicke. War. I came from Edward as Ambassador, But I returne his sworne and mortall Foe: Matter of Marriage was the charge he gaue me,
[1875]
But dreadfull Warre shall answer his demand. Had he none else to make a stale but me? Then none but I, shall turne his Iest to Sorrow. I was the Cheefe that rais'd him to the Crowne, And Ile be Cheefe to bring him downe againe:
[1880]
Not that I pitty Henries misery, But seeke Reuenge on Edwards mockery.
Exit.
 

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      <speaker rend="italic">Lewis.</speaker>
      <l n="1653">Welcome braue<hi rend="italic">Warwicke</hi>, what brings thee
      <lb/>to France?</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Hee descends. Shee ariseth.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Marg.</speaker>
      <l n="1654">I now begins a second Storme to rise,</l>
      <l n="1655">For this is hee that moues both Winde and Tyde.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="1656">From worthy<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>, King of Albion,</l>
      <l n="1657">My Lord and Soueraigne, and thy vowed Friend,</l>
      <l n="1658">I come (in Kindnesse, and vnfayned Loue)</l>
      <l n="1659">First, to doe greetings to thy Royall Person,</l>
      <l n="1660">And then to craue a League of Amitie:</l>
      <l n="1661">And lastly, to confirme that Amitie</l>
      <l n="1662">With Nuptiall Knot, if thou vouchsafe to graunt</l>
      <l n="1663">That vertuous Lady<hi rend="italic">Bona</hi>, thy faire Sister,</l>
      <l n="1664">To Englands King, in lawfull Marriage.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Marg.</speaker>
      <l n="1665">If that goe forward,<hi rend="italic">Henries</hi>hope is done.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="1666">And gracious Madame,</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Speaking to Bona.</stage>
      <l n="1667">In our Kings behalfe,</l>
      <l n="1668">I am commanded, with your leaue and fauor,</l>
      <l n="1669">Humbly to kisse your Hand, and with my Tongue</l>
      <l n="1670">To tell the passion of my Soueraignes Heart;</l>
      <l n="1671">Where Fame, late entring at his heedfull Eares,</l>
      <l n="1672">Hath plac'd thy Beauties Image, and thy Vertue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Marg.</speaker>
      <l n="1673">King<hi rend="italic">Lewis</hi>, and Lady<hi rend="italic">Bona</hi>, heare me speake,</l>
      <l n="1674">Before you answer<hi rend="italic">Warwicke</hi>. His demand</l>
      <l n="1675">Springs not from<hi rend="italic">Edwards</hi>well‑meant honest Loue,</l>
      <l n="1676">But from Deceit, bred by Necessitie:</l>
      <l n="1677">For how can Tyrants safely gouerne home,</l>
      <l n="1678">Vnlesse abroad they purchase great allyance?</l>
      <l n="1679">To proue him Tyrant, this reason may suffice,</l>
      <l n="1680">That<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>liueth still: but were hee dead,</l>
      <l n="1681">Yet here Prince<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>stands, King<hi rend="italic">Henries</hi>Sonne.</l>
      <l n="1682">Looke therefore<hi rend="italic">Lewis</hi>, that by this League and Mariage</l>
      <l n="1683">Thou draw not on thy Danger, and Dis‑honor:</l>
      <l n="1684">For though Vsurpers sway the rule a while,</l>
      <l n="1685">Yet Heau'ns are iust, and Time suppresseth Wrongs.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="1686">Iniurious<hi rend="italic">Margaret</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
      <speaker rend="italic">Edw.</speaker>
      <l n="1687">And why not Queene?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="1688">Because thy Father<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>did vsurpe,</l>
      <l n="1689">And thou no more art Prince, then shee is Queene.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-oxf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oxf.</speaker>
      <l n="1690">Then<hi rend="italic">Warwicke</hi>disanulls great<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>of Gaunt,</l>
      <l n="1691">Which did subdue the greatest part of Spaine;</l>
      <l n="1692">And after<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>of Gaunt,<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>the Fourth,</l>
      <l n="1693">Whose Wisdome was a Mirror to the wisest:</l>
      <l n="1694">And after that wise Prince,<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>the Fift,</l>
      <l n="1695">Who by his Prowesse conquered all France:</l>
      <l n="1696">From these, our<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>lineally descends.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="1697">
         <hi rend="italic">Oxford</hi>, how haps it in this smooth discourse,</l>
      <l n="1698">You told not, how<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>the Sixt hath lost</l>
      <l n="1699">All that, which<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>the Fift had gotten:</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="1700">Me thinkes these Peeres of France should smile at that.</l>
      <l n="1701">But for the rest: you tell a Pedigree</l>
      <l n="1702">Of threescore and two yeeres, a silly time</l>
      <l n="1703">To make prescription for a Kingdomes worth.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-oxf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oxf.</speaker>
      <l n="1704">Why<hi rend="italic">Warwicke</hi>, canst thou speak against thy Liege,</l>
      <l n="1705">Whom thou obeyd'st thirtie and six yeeres,</l>
      <l n="1706">And not bewray thy Treason with a Blush?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="1707">Can<hi rend="italic">Oxford</hi>, that did euer sence the right,</l>
      <l n="1708">Now buckler Falsehood with a Pedigree?</l>
      <l n="1709">For shame leaue<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>, and call<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>King.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-oxf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oxf.</speaker>
      <l n="1710">Call him my King, by whose iniurious doome</l>
      <l n="1711">My elder Brother, the Lord s<hi rend="italic">Aubrey Vere</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="1712">Was done to death? and more then so, my Father,</l>
      <l n="1713">Euen in the downe‑fall of his mellow'd yeeres,</l>
      <l n="1714">When Nature brought him to the doore of Death?</l>
      <l n="1715">No<hi rend="italic">Warwicke</hi>, no: while Life vpholds this Arme,</l>
      <l n="1716">This Arme vpholds the House of<hi rend="italic">Lancaster</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="1717">And I the House of<hi rend="italic">Yorke</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-lew">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lewis.</speaker>
      <l n="1718">Queene<hi rend="italic">Margaret</hi>, Prince<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>, and<hi rend="italic">Oxford</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1719">Vouchsafe at our request, to stand aside,</l>
      <l n="1720">While I vse further conference with<hi rend="italic">Warwicke</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="business">They stand aloofe.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Marg.</speaker>
      <l n="1721">Heauens graunt, that<hi rend="italic">Warwickes</hi>wordes be­
      <lb/>witch him not.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-lew">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lewis.</speaker>
      <l n="1722">Now<hi rend="italic">Warwicke</hi>, tell me euen vpon thy conscience</l>
      <l n="1723">Is<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>your true King? for I were loth</l>
      <l n="1724">To linke with him, that were not lawfull chosen.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="1725">Thereon I pawne my Credit, and mine Ho­
      <lb/>nor.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-lew">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lewis.</speaker>
      <l n="1726">But is hee gracious in the Peoples eye?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="1727">The more, that<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>was vnfortunate.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-lew">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lewis.</speaker>
      <l n="1728">Then further: all dissembling set aside,</l>
      <l n="1729">Tell me for truth, the measure of his Loue</l>
      <l n="1730">Vnto our Sister<hi rend="italic">Bona</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">War.</speaker>
      <l n="1731">Such it seemes,</l>
      <l n="1732">As may beseeme a Monarch like himselfe.</l>
      <l n="1733">My selfe haue often heard him say, and sweare,</l>
      <l n="1734">That this his Loue was an externall Plant,</l>
      <l n="1735">Whereof the Root was fixt in Vertues ground,</l>
      <l n="1736">The Leaues and Fruit maintain'd with Beauties Sunne,</l>
      <l n="1737">Exempt from Enuy, but not from Disdaine,</l>
      <l n="1738">Vnlesse the Lady<hi rend="italic">Bona</hi>quit his paine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-lew">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lewis.</speaker>
      <l n="1739">Now Sister, let vs heare your firme resolue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-bon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bona.</speaker>
      <l n="1740">Your graunt, or your denyall, shall be mine.</l>
      <l n="1741">Yet I confesse, that often ere this day,</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Speaks to War.</stage>
      <l n="1742">When I haue heard your Kings desert recounted,</l>
      <l n="1743">Mine eare hath tempted iudgement to desire.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-lew">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lewis.</speaker>
      <l n="1744">Then<hi rend="italic">Warwicke</hi>, thus:</l>
      <l n="1745">Our Sister shall be<hi rend="italic">Edwards</hi>.</l>
      <l n="1746">And now forthwith shall Articles be drawne,</l>
      <l n="1747">Touching the Ioynture that your King must make,</l>
      <l n="1748">Which with her Dowrie shall be counter‑poys'd:</l>
      <l n="1749">Draw neere, Queene<hi rend="italic">Margaret</hi>, and be a witnesse,</l>
      <l n="1750">That<hi rend="italic">Bona</hi>shall be Wife to the English King.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-ped">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pr. Edw.</speaker>
      <l n="1751">To<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>, but not to the English King.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Marg.</speaker>
      <l n="1752">Deceitfull<hi rend="italic">Warwicke</hi>, it was thy deuice,</l>
      <l n="1753">By this alliance to make void my suit:</l>
      <l n="1754">Before thy comming,<hi rend="italic">Lewis</hi>was<hi rend="italic">Henries</hi>friend.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-lew">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lewis.</speaker>
      <l n="1755">And still is friend to him, and<hi rend="italic">Margaret</hi>.</l>
      <l n="1756">But if your Title to the Crowne be weake,</l>
      <l n="1757">As may appeare by<hi rend="italic">Edwards</hi>good successe;</l>
      <l n="1758">Then 'tis but reason, that I be releas'd</l>
      <l n="1759">From giuing ayde, which late I promised.</l>
      <l n="1760">Yet shall you haue all kindnesse at my hand,</l>
      <l n="1761">That your Estate requires, and mine can yeeld.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="1762">
         <hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>now liues in Scotland, at his ease;</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0518-0.jpg" n="162"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="1763">Where hauing nothing, nothing can he lose.</l>
      <l n="1764">And as for you your selfe (our quondam Queene)</l>
      <l n="1765">You haue a Father able to maintaine you,</l>
      <l n="1766">And better 'twere, you troubled him, then France.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <l n="1767">Peace impudent, and shamelesse Warwicke,</l>
      <l n="1768">Proud setter vp, and puller downe of Kings,</l>
      <l n="1769">I will not hence, till with my Talke and Teares</l>
      <l n="1770">(Both full of Truth) I make King<hi rend="italic">Lewis</hi>behold</l>
      <l n="1771">Thy slye conueyance, and thy Lords false loue,</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Post blowing a horne Within.</stage>
      <l n="1772">For both of you are Birds of selfe‑same Feather.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-lew">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lewis.</speaker>
      <l n="1773">Warwicke, this is some poste to vs, or thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter the Poste.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-pos">
      <speaker rend="italic">Post.</speaker>
      <l n="1774">My Lord Ambassador,</l>
      <l n="1775">These Letters are for you.</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Speakes to Warwick,</stage>
      <l n="1776">Sent from your Brother Marquesse<hi rend="italic">Montague</hi>.</l>
      <l n="1777">These from our King, vnto your Maiesty.</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">To Lewis.</stage>
      <l n="1778">And Madam, these for you:</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">To Margaret</stage>
      <l n="1779">From whom, I know not.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="business">They all reade their Letters.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-oxf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oxf.</speaker>
      <l n="1780">I like it well, that our faire Queene and Mistris</l>
      <l n="1781">Smiles at her newes, while<hi rend="italic">Warwicke</hi>frownes at his.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-ped">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince Ed.</speaker>
      <p n="1782">Nay marke how<hi rend="italic">Lewis</hi>stampes as he were
      <lb n="1783"/>I netled. I hope, all's for the best.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-lew">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lew.</speaker>
      <l n="1784">Warwicke, what are thy Newes<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
      <l n="1785">And yours, faire Queene.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <l n="1786">Mine such, as fill my heart with vnhop'd ioyes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">War.</speaker>
      <l n="1787">Mine full of sorrow, and hearts discontent.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-lew">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lew.</speaker>
      <l n="1788">What? has your King married the Lady<hi rend="italic">Grey?</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="1789">And now to sooth your Forgery, and his,</l>
      <l n="1790">Sends me a Paper to perswade me Patience?</l>
      <l n="1791">Is this th'Alliance that he seekes with France?</l>
      <l n="1792">Dare he presume to scorne vs in this manner?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <l n="1793">I told your Maiesty as much before:</l>
      <l n="1794">This proueth<hi rend="italic">Edwards</hi>Loue, and Warwickes honesty.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">War.</speaker>
      <l n="1795">King<hi rend="italic">Lewis</hi>, I heere protest in sight of heauen,</l>
      <l n="1796">And by the hope I haue of heauenly blisse,</l>
      <l n="1797">That I am cleere from this misdeed of<hi rend="italic">Edwards</hi>;</l>
      <l n="1798">No more my King, for he dishonors me,</l>
      <l n="1799">But most himselfe, if he could see his shame.</l>
      <l n="1800">Did I forget, that by the House of Yorke</l>
      <l n="1801">My Father came vntimely to his death?</l>
      <l n="1802">Did I let passe th'abuse done to my Neece?</l>
      <l n="1803">Did I impale him with the Regall Crowne<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
      <l n="1804">Did I put<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>from his Natiue Right?</l>
      <l n="1805">And am I guerdon'd at the last, with Shame?</l>
      <l n="1806">Shame on himselfe, for my Desert is Honor.</l>
      <l n="1807">And to repaire my Honor lost for him,</l>
      <l n="1808">I heere renounce him, and returne to<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>.</l>
      <l n="1809">My Noble Queene, let former grudges passe,</l>
      <l n="1810">And henceforth, I am thy true Seruitour:</l>
      <l n="1811">I will reuenge his wrong to Lady<hi rend="italic">Bona</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1812">And replant<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>in his former state.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <l n="1813">Warwicke,</l>
      <l n="1814">These words haue turn'd my Hate, to Loue,</l>
      <l n="1815">And I forgiue, and quite forget old faults,</l>
      <l n="1816">And ioy that thou becom'st King<hi rend="italic">Henries</hi>Friend.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">War.</speaker>
      <l n="1817">So much his Friend, I, his vnfained Friend,</l>
      <l n="1818">That if King<hi rend="italic">Lewis</hi>vouchsafe to furnish vs</l>
      <l n="1819">With some few Bands of chosen Soldiours,</l>
      <l n="1820">Ile vndertake to Land them on our Coast,</l>
      <l n="1821">And force the Tyrant from his seat by Warre.</l>
      <l n="1822">'Tis not his new‑made Bride shall succour him.</l>
      <l n="1823">And as for<hi rend="italic">Clarence</hi>, as my Letters tell me,</l>
      <l n="1824">Hee's very likely now to fall from him,</l>
      <l n="1825">For matching more for wanton Lust, then Honor,</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="1826">Or then for strength and safety of our Country.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-bon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bona.</speaker>
      <l n="1827">Deere Brother, how shall<hi rend="italic">Bona</hi>be reueng'd,</l>
      <l n="1828">But by thy helpe to this distressed Queene?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <l n="1829">Renowned Prince, how shall Poore<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>liue,</l>
      <l n="1830">Vnlesse thou rescue him from foule dispaire?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-bon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bona.</speaker>
      <l n="1831">My quarrel, and this English Queens, are one.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">War.</speaker>
      <l n="1832">And mine faire Lady<hi rend="italic">Bona</hi>, ioynes with yours.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-lew">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lew.</speaker>
      <l n="1833">And mine, with hers, and thine, and<hi rend="italic">Margarets</hi>.</l>
      <l n="1834">Therefore, at last, I firmely am resolu'd</l>
      <l n="1835">You shall haue ayde.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <l n="1836">Let me giue humble thankes for all, at once.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-lew">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lew.</speaker>
      <l n="1837">Then Englands Messenger, returne in Poste,</l>
      <l n="1838">And tell false<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>, thy supposed King,</l>
      <l n="1839">That<hi rend="italic">Lewis</hi>of France, is sending ouer Maskers</l>
      <l n="1840">To reuell it with him, and his new Bride.</l>
      <l n="1841">Thou seest what's past, go feare thy King withall.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-bon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bona.</speaker>
      <l n="1842">Tell him, in hope hee'l proue a widower shortly,</l>
      <l n="1843">I weare the Willow Garland for his sake.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <l n="1844">Tell him, my mourning weeds are layde aside,</l>
      <l n="1845">And I am ready to put Armor on.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">War.</speaker>
      <l n="1846">Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong,</l>
      <l n="1847">And therefore Ile vn‑Crowne him, er't be long.</l>
      <l n="1848">There's thy reward, be gone.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Post.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-lew">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lew.</speaker>
      <l n="1849">But Warwicke,</l>
      <l n="1850">Thou and Oxford, with fiue thousand men</l>
      <l n="1851">Shall crosse the Seas, and bid false<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>battaile:</l>
      <l n="1852">And as occasion serues, this Noble Queen</l>
      <l n="1853">And Prince, shall follow with a fresh Supply.</l>
      <l n="1854">Yet ere thou go, but answer me one doubt:</l>
      <l n="1855">What Pledge haue we of thy firme Loyalty?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">War.</speaker>
      <l n="1856">This shall assure my constant Loyalty,</l>
      <l n="1857">That if our Queene, and this young Prince agree,</l>
      <l n="1858">Ile ioyne mine eldest daughter, and my Ioy,</l>
      <l n="1859">To him forthwith, in holy Wedlocke bands.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
      <l n="1860">Yes, I agree, and thanke you for your Motion.</l>
      <l n="1861">Sonne<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>, she is Faire and Vertuous,</l>
      <l n="1862">Therefore delay not, giue thy hand to Warwicke,</l>
      <l n="1863">And with thy hand, thy faith irreuocable,</l>
      <l n="1864">That onely Warwickes daughter shall be thine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-ped">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin. Ed.</speaker>
      <l n="1865">Yes, I accept her, for she well deserues it,</l>
      <l n="1866">And heere to pledge my Vow, I giue my hand.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">He giues his hand to Warw.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-lew">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lew.</speaker>
      <l n="1867">Why stay we now? These soldiers shalbe leuied,</l>
      <l n="1868">And thou Lord Bourbon, our High Admirall</l>
      <l n="1869">Shall waft them ouer with our Royall Fleete.</l>
      <l n="1870">I long till<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>fall by Warres mischance,</l>
      <l n="1871">For mocking Marriage with a Dame of France.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt. Manet Warwicke.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">War.</speaker>
      <l n="1872">I came from<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>as Ambassador,</l>
      <l n="1873">But I returne his sworne and mortall Foe:</l>
      <l n="1874">Matter of Marriage was the charge he gaue me,</l>
      <l n="1875">But dreadfull Warre shall answer his demand.</l>
      <l n="1876">Had he none else to make a stale but me?</l>
      <l n="1877">Then none but I, shall turne his Iest to Sorrow.</l>
      <l n="1878">I was the Cheefe that rais'd him to the Crowne,</l>
      <l n="1879">And Ile be Cheefe to bring him downe againe:</l>
      <l n="1880">Not that I pitty<hi rend="italic">Henries</hi>misery,</l>
      <l n="1881">But seeke Reuenge on<hi rend="italic">Edwards</hi>mockery.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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