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When I have heard your King's defert recounted,
Mine ear hath tempted judgment to defire.

K. Lew. Then, Warwick, this. Our fifter fhall be
Edward's.

And now forthwith fhall articles be drawn
Touching the jointure that your King must make,
Which with her dowry fhall be counterpois'd.
Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness,
That Bona fhall be wife to th' English King.

Prince. To Edward, but not to the English King.
Queen. Deceitful Warwick, it was thy device
By this alliance to make void my fuit;
Before thy Coming, Lewis was Henry's friend.
K. Lew. And ftill is friend to him and Margaret;
But if your Title to the Crown be weak,
As may appear by Edward's good fuccefs,
Then 'tis but reaion, that I be releas'd
From giving aid, which late I promised.
Yet fhall you have all kindness at my hand,
That your eftate requires, and mine can yield.
War. Henry now lives in Scotland at his ease,
Where having nothing, nothing can he lose.
And as for you yourfelf, our quondam Queen,
You have a father able to maintain you;

And better 'twere, you troubled him than France. Queen. Peace, impudent and fhameless Warwick, peace!

Proud fetter-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 9 Thy fly conveyance, and thy Lord's falfe love; [Poft, blowing a born within. For both of you are birds of felf-fame feather. K. Lew. Warwick, this is fome Poft to us, or thee.

You have a father able-] This feems ironical. The poverty of Margaret's father is a very frequent topick of reproach.

9 Thy Дy conveyance.] Conveyance is juggling, and thence is taken for artifice and fraud.

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SCENE VI.

Enter a Poft.

Poft. My Lord Ambaffador, these letters are for [To Warwick. Sent from your brother, Marquis Montague. -Thefe, from our King unto your Majefty. [To K. Lew. -And, Madam, thefe for you; from whom I know not. [To the Queen. They all read their Letters. Oxf. I like it well, that our fair Queen and Mistress Smiles at her news, while Werwick frowns at his. Prince. Nay, mark, how Lewis ftamps as he were nettled.

I hope, all's for the best.

K. Lew. Warwick, what are thy news? and yours, fair Queen?

Queen. Mine fuch, as fills my heart with unhop'd joys.

War. Mine full of forrow and heart's discontent.
K. Lew. What! has your King marry'd the lady
Gray?

And now, to footh your forgery and his,
Sends me a paper to perfuade me patience?
Is this th'alliance, that he feeks with France?
Dare he prefume to fcorn us in this manner?

Queen. I told your Majefty as much before;
This proveth Edward's love and Warwick's honefty.
War. King Lewis, I here proteft in fight of heav'n,
And by the hope I have of heav'nly blifs,
That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's,
No more my King; for he difhonours me,
But most himself, if he could fee his shame.
Did I forget, that by the Houfe of York,
My father came untimely to his death?

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'Did I let pafs th' abufe done to my Niece?
Did I impale him with the regal Crown?
Did I put Henry from his native Right?
And am I guerdon'd at the laft with fhame?
Shame on himself, for my desert is honour!
And to repair my honour loft for him,
I here renounce him, and return to Henry.
-My noble Queen, let former grudges pafs,
And, henceforth, I am thy true fervitor;
I will revenge his wrong to lady Bona,
And replant Henry in his former ftate.
Queen. Warwick, thefe words have turn'd
to love,

my

hate

And I forgive and quite forget old faults,
And joy, that thou becom'ft King Henry's friend.
War. So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend,

That if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us
With fome few bands of chofen foldiers,
I'll undertake to land them on our coaft,
And force the tyrant from his feat by war.
'Tis not his new-made bride fhall fuccour him,
And, as for Clarence, as my letters tell me,
He's very likely now to fall from him,
For matching more for wanton luft than honour,
Or than for ftrength and fafety of our Country.
Bona. Dear brother, how fhall Bona be reveng'd,
But by thy help to this diftreffed Queen?

Queen. Renowned Prince, how fhall poor Henry live, Unless thou refcue him from foul despair?

Bona. My quarrel, and this Englifo Queen's, are one.
War. And mine, fair lady Bona, joins with yours.
K. Lew. And mine with hers, and thine, and Mar.
garet's.

Therefore at laft I firmly am refoly'd
You fhall have aid.

* Did I let pafs th' a'ufe done to Edward attempted in the Earl of my Niece Whom King Warwick's houfe. HOLINGSHED,

Queen,

Queen. Let me give humble thanks for all at once. K. Lew. Then, England's meffenger, return in post, And tell falfe Edward, thy fuppofed King,

That Lewis of France is fending over markers,
To revel it with him and his new bride.

Thou seeft what's past,
Bona. Tell him, in
shortly,

go fear thy King withal.
hope he'll prove a widower

I wear the willow garland for his fake.

Queen. Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid afide; And I am ready to put armour on.

War. Tell him from me, that he hath done me

wrong;

gone.

[Exit Poft.

And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.
-There's thy reward, be
K. Lew. But, Warwick,
Thyself and Oxford with five thousand men
Shall cross the feas, and bid falfe Edward battle.
And, as occafion ferves, this noble Queen
And prince shall follow with a fresh supply.
Yet ere thou go, but anfwer me one doubt:
What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty?

War. This fhall affure my conftant loyalty,
That if our Queen and this young Prince
I'll join my younger daughter and my joy,

2 Go, fear thy King.] is, fright thy King.

agree,

That reality was married to her five Years before Prince Edward took the Lady Anne to Wife.

3 In former copies, I'll join my eldest Daughter and my Joy, To him forthwith, Surely -] this is a Miftake of the Copyifts. Hall, in the cth Year of K. Edward IV. fays Edward Prince of Wales, wedded Anne SECOND Daughter to the Earl of Warwick. And the Duke of Clarence was in Love with the ELDER, the Lady Ifabel; and in

And in K. Richard third, Gloucefter, who married this Lady Anne when a Widow, fays,

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Warwick's
YOUNGEST Daughter.
What the I kill'd her Husband

and ber Father?

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To him forthwith, in holy wedlock' bands.

Queen. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion. Son Edward, fhe is fair and virtuous;

Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick,
And, with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable,
That only Warwick's daughter fhall be thine.
Prince. Yes, I accept her, for fhe well deferves it,
And here to pledge my vow, I give my hand.

[He gives his hand to Warwick. K. Lew. Why stay we now; thefe foldiers fhall be levy'd, And thou, Lord Bourbon, our High Admiral, Shalt waft them over with our royal fleet. I long, till Edward fall by war's mifchance, For mocking marriage with a Dame of France.

[Exeunt. Manet Warwick.

War. I came from Edward as ambaffador,
But I return his fworn and mortal foe.
Matter of marriage was the Charge he gave me,
But dreadful war fhall anfwer his demand.

Had he none else to make a Stale but me?
Then none but I fhall turn his jeft to forrow.
I was the chief that rais'd him to the Crown,
And I'll be chief to bring him down again
Not that I pity Henry's mifery,
But feek revenge on Edward's mockery.

[Exit.

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