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Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds;
.Alarum and Retreat. Enter Edward, George, Richard, Montague, Warwick, and soldiers.
“Edw. Now breathe we, lords; good fortune bids us pause, “And *...* the frowns of war with peaceful so
*Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen;–
War. No, 'tis impossible he should escape:
For, before his face I s the words,
Edw. who it is: and, now the battle's ended, If friend, or foe, let him be gently us'd. “Rich. Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford; ‘Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch “In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth, “But set his murdering knife unto the root “From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring, “I mean our princely father, duke of York. War. ...” the gates of York fetch down the ead, Your father's head, which Clifford placed there: * Instead whereof, let this supply the room; Measure for measure must be answered. Edw. Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house, “That nothing sung but death to us and ours: * Now i. stophis dismal threatening sound, “And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak. ...Attendants bring the body forward. War. I think his understanding is bereft:Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to
thee?— Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life, And he nor sees, nor hears us what we say. Rich. O, 'would he did! and so, perhaps, he doth: ‘'Tis but his policy to counterfeit, * Because he would avoid such bitter taunts, *Which in the time of death he gave our father. Geo. If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words 2 Rich. Clifford, ask mercy, and obtain no grace.” Educ. Clifford, repent in bootless penitence. War. Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults. Geo. While we devise fell tortures for thy faults * Rouh. Y. o didst love York, and I am son to ork. Edw. Thou pitied'st Rutland, I will pity thee. Geo. Where's captain Margaret, to fence you now? § For separation.
2) Sour words; words of asperity. (3) Favour.
War. They mock thee, Clifford! swear as thou
wast wont. “Rich. What, not an oath? nay, then the world
hard, • When di. cannot spare his friends an oath:— I know by that, he's dead; And, by my soul, * If this right hand would buy two hours' life, That I in all despite might rail at him, ‘This hand should chop it off; and with the issuing blood Stifle the villain, whose unstaunched thirst York and young Rutland could not satisfy. War. Ay, but he's dead: Off with the traitor's ad, And rear it in the place your father's stands— And now to London with triumphant march, There to be crowned England's royal king. “From whence shall Warwick cut the seato France, And ask the lady Bona for thy queen: So shalt thousinew both these lands together; “And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread The scatter'd foe, that hopes to rise again; For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt, Yet look to have them buzz, to offend thine ears. First will I see the coronation; • And then to Britany I'll cross the sea, To effect this marriage, so it please my lord. Edw. Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, letitbe: * For on thy shoulder do I build my seat; * And never will I undertake the thing, * Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting.— “Richard, I will create thee duke of Gloster:“And George, of Clarence;—Warwick, as ourself, “Shall do, and undo, as him pleaseth best. Rich. Let me be duke of Clarence; George, of Gloster; For Gloster's dukedom is too ominous. War. Tut, that's a foolish observation; Richard, be duke of Gloster: Now to London, To see these honours in possession. [Ereunt.
more. K. Hen. My queen, and son, are gone to France for aid;
And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick “Is thither gone, to crave the French king's sister “To wife for Edward: If this news be true, “Poor queen, and son, your labour is but lost; * For Warwick is a subtle orator, “And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words. “By this account, then, Margaret may win him; “For she's a woman to be pitied o : * Her sighs will make a battery in his breast; * Her tears will pierce into a marble heart; * The tiger will be mild, while she doth mourn; *And Nero will be tainted with remorse, *To hear, and see, her plaints, her brinish tears. * Ay, but she's come to beg; Warwick, to give: She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry; He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward. She weeps, and says—her Henry is depos'd; He smiles, and says—his Edward is install'd; * That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no
*K. Hen. Where did you dwell, when I was oil. England?
*2 Keep. Here in this country, where we now rearmain.
* K. Hen. I was anointed king at nine months
old; * My father and my grandfather, were kings; *And you were sworn true subjects unto me: *And, tell me then, have you not broke your oaths? *1 Keep. No; For we were subjects, but while you were king. * K. Hen. Why, am I dead? do I not breathe a man? *Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear. * Look, as I blow this feather from my face, *And as the air blows it to me again, * Obeying with my wind when I do blow, *And yielding to another when it blows, *Commanded always by the greater gust; * Such is the lightness of you common men. *But do not break your oaths; for, of that sin *My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty. * Go where you will, the king shall be commanded; *And be you kings; command, and I'll obey. *1 Kep. We are true subjects to the king, king 2dward. * K. Hen. So would you be again to Henry, *If he were seated as king Edward is. 1 Keep. We charge you, in God's name, and in the king's, To % with us unto the officers. “K. Hen. In God's name, lead; yourking's name be obey'd. *And what God will, then let your king perform; *And what he will, I humbly yield unto. [Ereunt.
SCENTE II—London. A room in the palace.
e “This lady's husband, sir John Grey, was slain, His lands then seiz'd on by the conqueror: Her suit is now, to repossess those lands; * Which we in justice cannot well deny, Because in quarrel of the house of York “The worthy gentleman did lose his life. Glo. Your highness shall do well, to grant her suit; * It were dishonour, to deny it her. K. Edw. It were no less; but yet I'll make a ause. * * Glo. Yea! is it so? I see the lady hath a thing to grant, Before the king will grant her humble suit. Clar. He knows the game; How true he kee the wind! ...Aside. Glo. Silences Jolside. • K. Edw. Widow, we will consider of your suit; “And come some other time, to know our mind. * L. Grey. Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay: . ‘May it please your highness to resolve me now; “And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me.. “Glo. [Aside.J. Ay, widow; then I'll warrant ou all your lands, “An if what pleases him, shall pleasure you. “Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow. * Clar. I fear her not, unless she ** fa!I. [.4;ide. * Glo. God forbid that! for he'll take vantages.
I am a subject fit to jest withal, But far . to be a sovereign. K. Edw. Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee, I speak no more than what my soul intends; And that is, to enjoy thee for my love. L. Grey. And that is more than I will yield unto. “I know, I am too mean to be your queen; And yet too ;: to be your concubine. K. Edw. You cavil, widow; I did mean, my queen. L.Grey. Twill grieveyourgrace, mysons should call vou—father. K. Edw. No more, than when thy daughters call thee mother. Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children; And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor, Have other some; why, 'tis a ha thing To be the father unto #. loop, “Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen. Glo. The ghostly father now hathdone *o: stateClar. When he was made a shriver, 'twas for - .Aside.
s K. Edw. Brothers, you muse what chatwe two have had. * Glo. The widow likes it not, for she looks sad. K. * You'd think it strange if I should marry er. Clar. To whom, my lord? K. Edw. Why, Clarence, to o: Glo. That would betendays' wonder, at the least. Clar. That's a day longer than a wonder lasts. “Glo. By so much is the wonder in extremes.
(2) The seriousness.
Glo. Ay, Edward will use women honourably. *Would he were wasted, marrow, bones, and all, “That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring, *To cross me from the golden time I look for! “And yet, between my soul's desire, and me, * (The lustful Edward's title buried,) “Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward, “And all the unlook'd-sor issue of their bodies, “To take their rooms, ere I can place myself: A cold premeditation for my purpose! * Why, then I do but dream on sovereignty; * Like one that stands upon a promontory, *And spies a far-off shore where he would tread, * Wishing his foot were equal with his eye; *And chides the sea that sunders him from thence, * Saying—he'll lade it dry to have his way: *So do I wish the crown, being so far off; *And so Ichide the means that keep me from it; *And so I say—I'll cut the causes off, *Flattering me with impossibilities— *My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens toomuch, *Unless my hand and . could equal them. * Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard; * What other pleasure can the world afford * “I’ll make my heaven in a lady's lap, “And deck my body in gay ornaments, And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks. “O miserable thought! and more unlikely, *Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns! Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb: “And, for I should not deal in her soft laws, “She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe “To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub; “To make an envious mountain on my back, Where sits deformity to mock my body; “To shape my legs of an unequal size; *To disproportion me in every J. *Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp, * That carries no impression like the dam. And am I then a man to be belov'd? “O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought! *Then, since this earth affords no joy to me, *But to command, to check, to o'erbear such * As are of better person than myself, * I'll make my heaven—to dream upon the crown; *And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell, *Until my misshap'd trunk that bears this head, * Be round impaled with a glorious crown. *And yet I know not how to get the crown, * For many lives stand between me and home: *And I, like one lost in a thorny wood, * That rents the thorns, and is rent with the thorns; * Seeking a . and straying from the way; * Not ...; ow to ..the open air, *But toiling rately to find it out, * Torment myself to catch the English crown: *And from that torment I will free myself, * Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.
Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile; “And cry, content, to that which grieves my heart; *And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, *And frame my face to all occasions. * I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall; * I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk; * I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, * Deceive more slily than Ulysses could, * And, like a Sinon, take another Troy:
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4. s with Proteus, for advantages,
4. ..". ... Machiavel to . Can I do this, and cannot get a crown? “Tut! were it further off, I'll pluck it down. [Erit.
SCENTE III–France. A room in the palace. Flourish. Enter Lewis the French King, and Lady Bona, attended; the king takes his state. Then enter Queen Margaret, Prince Edward her son, and the Earl of Oxford. “K. Lew. Fair queen of England, worthy Margaret, [Rising. “Sit down with us; it ill befits thy state, “And birth, that thou should'st stand, while Lewis doth sit. * Q. o: No, mighty king of France; now t
a. * Must strike . sail, and learn a while to serve, * Where kings command. . I was, I must confess, * Great Albion's queen in former golden days: *But now mischance hath trod my title down, *And with dishonour laid me on the ground; * Where I must take like seat unto my fortune, *And to my humble seat conform myself. * K. Lew. Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this deep despair? * Q, JMar. From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears, *And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares. * K. Lew. Whate'er itbe, bethou still like thyself, *And sit thee by our side: yield not thy nec [Seats her by him. *To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind * Still ride in triumph over all mischance. * Be plain, queen Margaret, and tell thy grief; * It shall be eas'd, if France can yield relief. * Q. Mar. Those gracious words revive my drooping thoughts, *And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak. * Now, therefore, be it known to noble Lewis, *That Henry, sole possessor of my love, * Is, of a king, become a banish'd man, * And forc'd to live in Scotland a forlorn; * While proud ambitious Edward, duke of York, * Usurps the regal title, and the seat * Of England's true-anointed lawful king. * This is the cause, that I, r Margaret* With this my son, prince Edward, Henry's heir, *Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid; “And, if thou fail us, all our hope is done: * Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help; * Our people and our peers are both misled, * Our treasure seiz'd, our soldiers put to flight, *And, as thou see'st, ourselves in heavy plight. * K. Lew. Renowned queen, with patience calm the storm, * While we bethink a means to break it off. * Q, JMar. The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe. # K. 1. The more Istay, the more I'll succour thee. * Q, JMar. O, but impatience waiteth on true
*And see, where comes the breeder of my sorrow. Enter Warwick, attended.
“K. Lew. What's he, approacheth boldly to our presence? Q. Mar. Our earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend. K. Lew. Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France? [Descending from his state, Queen Mar, rises. * Q, JMar. Ay, now begins a second storm to rise; * For this is he, that moves both wind and tide. • War. From worthy Edward, king of Albion, My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend, I come, in kindness, and unfeigned love, First to do greetings to thy royal person; And, then, to crave a league of amity; And, lastly, to confirm that amity With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant That virtuous lady Bona, thy fair sister, To England's king in lawful marriage. • Q, JMar. If that go forward, Henry's hope is done. War. And, gracious madam, [To Bona.] in our king's behalf, I am commanded, with your leave and favour, Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart: Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears, Hath plac'd thy beauty's image, and thy virtue. Q. Mar. King Lewis, and lady Bona, hear me speak, Before you answer Warwick. His demand *Springs not from Edward's well-meanthonestlove, *But from deceit, bred by necessity; * For how can tyrants safely govern home, *Unless abroad they purchase great alliance? *To prove him tyrant, this reason may suffice,— * That Henry liveth still but were he dead, * Yethere prince Edwardstands, king Henry's son, * Look therefore, Lewis, that by this league and marriage *Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour: * For though usurpers sway the rule a while, * Yetheavens are just, and timesuppresseth wrongs. War. Injurious Margaret! Prince. And why not queen? War. Because thy father Henry did usurp; And thou no more art prince, than she is ‘. Oxf. Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt, Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain; And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth, * Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest; And, after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth, Who by his prowess conquered all France: From these our Henry lineally descends. War. Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse, You told not, how Henry the Sixth hath lost All that which Henry the Fifth had gotten ? Methinks, these peers of France should smile at that. But for the rest,--You tell a pedigree Of threescore and two years; a silly time
“Whom thou obey'dst thirty and six years,
‘Oxf. Call him my king, by whose injurious doom ‘My elder brother, the lord Aubrey Were, Was done to death? and more than so, my father, Even in the downfall of his mellow'd years, “When nature brought him to the door of death? No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm, This arm upholds the house of Lancaster. JWar. And I the house of York. K. Lew. Queen Margaret, prince Edward, and Oxford, ‘Wouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside, “While I use further conference with Warwick. * Q, JMar. Heaven grant, that Warwick's words bewitch him not [Retiring with the Prince and Oxford. “K. Lew. Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience, “Is Edward your true king? for I were loath, “To link with him that were not lawful chosen. War. Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour. K. Lew. But is he gracious in the people's eye? PWar. The more, that Henry was unfortunate. K. Lew. Thenfurther, all dissembling set aside, “Tell me for truth the measure of his love “Unto our sister Bona. JWar. Such it seems, As may beseem a monarch like himself. |}. have often heard him say, and swear, That this his love was an eternal plant; Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground, The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun; Exempt from envy, but not from disdain, Unless the lady Bona quit his pain. K. Lew. Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve. Bona. Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine: Yet I confess, [To War.] that often ere this day, When I have heard your king's desert recounted, Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire. * K. Lew. Then, Warwick, thus, Our sistel shall be Edward's : *And now forthwith shall articles be drawn *Touching the jointure that your king must make, * Which with her dowry shall be counterpois'd:— Draw near, queen Margaret; and be a witness, That Bona shall be wife to the English king. Prince. To Edward, but not to the English king. * Q, JMar. Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device * By this alliance to make void my suit; * Before thy coming, Lewis was Henry's friend. * K. Lew. And still is friend to him and Margaret: *But if your title to the crown be weak, * As may appear by Edward's success, * Then %. o: o that I iš. * From giving aid, which late I promised. * Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand, * That your estate requires, and mine can yield. War. Henry now lives in Scotland, at his ease; Where having nothing, nothing he can lose. And as for you yourself, our quondam queen, You have a father able to maintain you; And better 'twere, you troubled him than France. * Q. Mar. Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, peace; * Proud setter-up and puller-down of kings! * I will not hence, till with my talk and tears, * Both full of truth, I make king Lewis behold * Thy sly conveyance,” and thy lord's false love; * For both of you are birds of self-same feather [..A horn sounded within. K. Lew. Warwick, this is some post tous, or thee.
(1) Malice, or hatred.