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Unless abroad they purchase great alliance ?
War. Injurious Margaret !
War. Because thy father Henry did ufurp,
Oxf. Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gavini,
War. Oxford, how haps it in this fmooth discourse,
Oxf. Why, Warwick, can'st thou speak against thy Liege
War. Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right,
Oxf. Call him my King, by whose injurious doom.
No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm,
War. And I the house of York.
[They stand aloof. Q. Mar. Heav'ns grant that Warwick's words bewitch him not!
[science, K. Lewis. Now, Warwick, tell me even upon thy conIs Edward your true King? for I were loth To link with him that were not lawful chofen.
War. Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour.
K. Lewis. Then further ; all dissembling set aside,
War. Such it seenis
K. Lewis. Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.
Bona. Your grant or your denial shall be mine. Yet I confess, that often ere this day,
[Speaks to Warwick. When I have heard your King's desert recounted, Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire. ferard's.
K. Lewis. Then, Warwick, this : our sister shall be EdAnd now forthwith shall articles be drawn Touching the jointure that your King must make, Which with her dowry shall be counterpois'd.
Draw 2 and 0.xford,
3 an external
Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness
Prince. To Edward, but not to the English King.
Q. Mar. Deceitful Warwick, it was thy device
K. Lewis. And still is friend to him and Margaret;
War. Henry now lives in Scotland at his ease,
Q. Mar. Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, peace,
[Post blowing a born within, For both of you are birds of self-fame feather.
K. Lewis. Warwick, this is fome post to us or thee.
Enter a Poft.
[TO Warwick. Sent from your brother, Marquiss Montague. These from our King unto your Majesty. (TO K. Lewis. And, Madam, these for you, from whom I know not. (TO Q. Margaret. They all read their Letters. Q3
Oxf (a) By Conveyance is here meant the Art of a Jugler, Tricks of Legerdemain.
Oxf. I like it well, that our fair Queen and mistress Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his.
Prince. Nay, mark how Lewis stamps as he were nettled. I hope all's for the best.
[Queen K. Lewis. Warwick, what are thy news? and Q. Mar. Mine fuch as fills my heart with unhop'd joys. War. Mine full of sorrow and heart's discontent.
K. Lewis. What! has your King marry'd the Lady Gray? And now, to sooth your forgery and his, Sends me a paper to perswade me patience ? Is this th' alliance that he seeks with France ? Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?
Q. Mar. I told your Majesty as much before ; This proveth Edward's love and Warwick’s honesty.
War. King Lewis, I here protest in sight of heav'n, And by the hope I have of heav'nly bliss, That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's: No more my King; for he dishonours me, But most himself, if he could see his shame. Did I forget that by the house of York My father came untimely to his death? Did I let pass th' abuse 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 last with shame? 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 pass, And henceforth I am thy true fervitor: I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona, And replant Henry in his former state, [to love,
Q. Mar. Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate
King Henry's friend.
I'll undertake to land them on our coast,
Bona. Dear brother, how shall Bona be reveng'd,
Q. Mar. Renowned Prince, how shall poor Henry live, Unless thou rescue him from foul despair ?
Bona. My quarrel and this English Queen's are one.
K. Lewis. And mine with hers, and thine, and MarTherefore at last I firmly am resolv'd
[garet's. You shall have aid.
Q. Mar. Let me give humble thanks for all at once.
K. Lewis. Then, England's messenger, return in post, And tell false Edward, thy supposed King, That Lewis of France is sending over maskers To revel it with him and his new bride. Thou seeft what's past, go fear thy King withal.
Bona. Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly, I wear the willow garland for his lake.
Q. Mar. Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid aside, And I am ready to put armour on.
War. Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong, And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long. There's thy reward, be gone.
[Exit Poft. K. Lewis. But, Warwick, + (thou Thy self and Oxford with five thousand men Shall cross the feas, and bid false Edward battel: And as occasion serves, this noble Queen And Prince shall follow with a fresh supply. Yet ere thou go, but answer me one doubt: What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty? War. This shall assure my constant loyalty,
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