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To be the father unto many sons.
Answer no more, for thou shalt be my Queen.
Glo. The ghostly father now hath done his fhrift:
Cla. When he was made a shriver, 'twas for shift.
K. Edw. Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had.
Gle. The widow likes it not, for the looks fad.
K. Edw. You'd think it strange, if I should marry her.
Cla. To whom, my Lord?
K. Edw. Why, Clarence, to my felf.
Glo. That would be ten days wonder at the least.
Cla. That's a day longer than a wonder lasts.
Glo. By so much is the wonder in extreams.
K. Edw. Well, jest on, brothers; I can tell you both, Her suit is granted for her husband's lands.
Enter a Nobleman,
Nob. My gracious Lord, Henry your foe is taken,
And brought your prisoner to your palace-gate.
K. Edw. See that he be convey'd unto the Tower :
And go we, brothers, to the man that took him,
To question of his apprehension.
Widow, go you along: Lords, use her honourably. (Exc.
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 luftful Edward's title buried).
Às Clarence, Henry, and his fon young Edward,
And all th’unlook'd-for issue of their bodies,
To take their rooms ere I can place my self.
A cold premeditation for my purpose !
Why then I do but dream on Sov'reignty,
Like one that stands upon a promontory
And spyes a far-off shore where he would tread,
Wishing his foot were equal with his eye,
And chides the sea that funders 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 I chide the means that keep me from it,
And so I say I'll cut the causes off,
Flatt’ring my mind with things impossible.
My eye's too quick, my heart o'er-weens too much,
Unless my hand and strength 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 like to a wither'd shrub;
To make an envious mountain on my
Where sits deformity to mock my body;
To shape my legs of an unequal fize;
To disproportion me in every part :
Like to a Chaos, or unlick'd bear-whelp
That carries no impression like the dam.
And am I then a man to be belov'd ?
Oh monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought!
Then since this earth affords no joy to me,
But to command, to check, to o'er-bear such
As are of better person than my.felf;
I'll make my heav'n to dream upon the crown,
And while I live t'account this world but hell,
Until the ? 'head this mif-shap'd trunk doth bear
Be round-impaled with a glorious crown.
7 mil-thap'd trunk, that bears this head,
And yet I know not how to get the crown,
For many lives stand between me and home:
And I, (like one loft in a thorny wood,
That rends the thorns, and is rent with the thorns,
Seeking a way, and straying from the way,
Not knowing how to find the open air,
But toiling desp'rately to find it out)
Torment my self to catch the English crown.
And from that torment I will free my self,
Or hew my way out with a bloody ax,
Why, I can smile, and murther 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 Nay more gazers than the Basilisk,
I'll play the orator as well as Nestor,
Deceive more Nily than Ulysses could,
And, like a Sinon, take another Troy:
I can add colours s'to' the Camelion,
Change shapes with Proteus, for advantages,
And let the murth'rous Machiavel to school.
Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
Tut, were it farther off, I'll pluck it down. [Exit.
Changes to FRANCE. Flourish. Enter King Lewis, Lady Bona, Bourbon, Prince
of Wales, Queen Margaret, and the Earl of Oxford.
Lewis fits, and riseth up again. K. Lewis. Air Queen of England, worthy Margaret,
Sit ill befits And birth, that thou should't stand while Lewis sits.
Q. Mar. 8 cv'n to
Q. Mar. No, mighty King of France; now Margaret Must strike her fail, 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 feat unto my fortune, And to my humble seat conform my self. K. Lewis. Why, say, fair Queen, whence springs this
deep despair Q. Mar. From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears And stops my tongue, while my heart's drown'd in cares.
K. Lewis. Whate'er it be, be thou still like thy self, And fit thee by our side. Yield not thy neck
[Seats her by him. To fortune's yoak, 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. (thoughts,
Q. Mar. Those gracious words revive my drooping And give my tongue-ty’d 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 feat Of England's true anointed lawful King. This is the cause that I poor Margaret, With this my fon 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 mis-led, Our treasure seiz'd, our foldiers put to flight, And, as thou feest, our selves in heavy plight. [storm,
K. Lewis. Renowned Queen, with patience calm the While we bethink a means to break it off. VOL. IV.
Q. Mar. The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe. K. Lewis. The more I stay, the more I'll succour thee.
Q. Mar. Oh, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow: And see where comes the breeder of my forrow.
S CE N E e V.
Enter Warwick. K. Lewis. What’s he approacheth boldly to our presence? Q. Mar. Our Earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend.
France ? K. Lewis. Welcome brave Warwick, what brings thee to
[He descends. She arisetb. Q. Mar. 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 Sov’reign, 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. Mar. If that go forward, Henry's hope is done.
War. And gracious Madam, in our King's behalf,
[Speaking to Bona.
I am commanded, with your leave and favour,
Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue
To tell the passion of my Sov’reign's heart ;
Where fame late entring at his heedful ears,
Hath plac'd thy beauty's image and thy 9 'virtue's.'
Q. Mar. King Lewis, and Lady Bona, hear me speak, Before you answer Warwick. His demand Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love, But from deceit bred by necessity : For how can tyrants safely govern home,
Unless 9 virtue.