When I have heard your King's defert recounted, K. Lew. Then, Warwick, this. Our fifter fhall be And now forthwith fhall articles be drawn Prince. To Edward, but not to the English King. 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. SCENE you; 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. And now, to footh your forgery and his, Queen. I told your Majefty as much before; 'Did I let pafs th' abufe done to my Niece? my hate And I forgive and quite forget old faults, That if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us 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. Therefore at laft I firmly am refoly'd * 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, Thou seeft what's past, go fear thy King withal. 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. War. This fhall affure my conftant loyalty, 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, Warwick's and ber Father? 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, [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, Had he none else to make a Stale but me? [Exit. ACT |