Cla. Where's Captain Margaret, to fence you now? 7 War. They mock thee, Clifford, Swear, as thou waft wont. Rich. What, not an Oath ! Nay, then the World goes hard, When Clifford cannot fpare his Friends an Oath: I know by that he's dead, and by my Soul, This hand fhould chop it off; and with the iffuing Blood York, and young Rutland, could not fatisfie. War. Ay, but he's dead. Off with the Traitor's Head, So fhalt thou finew both thefe Lands together, And then to Britany I'll crofs the Sea, To effect this Marriagae, fo it please my Lord, Edw. Even as thou wilt, fwect Warwick, let it be; For on thy Shoulder do I build my Seat: And never will I undertake the thing Wherein thy Counsel and Confent is wanting. Rich. Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Glofter, Richard, be Duke of Glo'fter: Now to London, [Exeunt ACT ACT III. SCENE I. Enter Sinklo, and. Humphry, with Cross-bows in their Sink UNd Hands. Nder this thick grown brake we'll throwd our felves; For through this Laund anon the Deer will come, And in this Covert will we make our ftand, Culling the principal of all the Deer. Hump. I'll ftay above the Hill, fo both may fhoot, K. Henry. From Scotland am I ftol'n even of pure love, Thy place is fill'd, thy Scepter wrung from thee, Hump. Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him. K. Henry. My Queen and Son are gone to France for aid: D. 3 And And Lewis a Prince foon won with moving Words; To hear and fee her plaints, her brinith Tears, And in conclufion wins the King from her, Hum. Say, what art thou that talk'ft of Kings, and Queens? K. Henry. More than I feem, and lefs than I was born to; A Man at leaft, for lefs I fhould not be; And Men may talk of Kings, and why not I? Hum. Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a King. K. Henry. Why fo I am, in Mind, and that's enough. Ham. But if thou be a King, where is thy Crown? K. Henry. My Crown is in my Heart, not on my Head: Not deck'd with Diamonds, and Indian Stones ; Not to be feen: My Crown is call'd Content, A Crown it is that feldom Kings enjoy. Hum. Well, if you be a King crown'd with Content, Your Crown Content, and you must be contented To go along with us. For, as we think, You are the King, King Edward hath depos'd: Will apprehend you as his Enemy. K. Henry. But did yo never fwear, and break an Oath. Hum. No, never fuch an Oath, nor will not now. K. Henry. Where did you dwell when I was King of Eng Land? Hum. Hum. Here in this Country, where we now remain. K. Henry. I was anointed King at nine Months old, My Father, and my Grandfather were Kings; And you were fworn true Subjects unto me: And tell me then, have you not broke your Oaths? Sink. No, for we were Subjects but while you were a King. K. Henry. Why, am I dead? do I not breathe a Man? Ah fimple Men, you know not what you fwear: 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 arother when it blows, Commanded always by the greater guft; Such is the lightness of you common Men. But do not break your Oath, for of that Sin My mild intreaty fhall not make you guilty. Go where you will, the King fhall be commanded, And be you Kings, command, and I'll obey. Sink. We are true Subjects to the King, King Edward. K. Henry. So would you be again to Henry, If he were feated as King Edward is. Sink. We charge you in God's Name and in the King's with us unto the Officers. To go K. Henry. In God's Name lead, your King's Name be oAnd what God will, that let your King perform, [bey'd, And, what he will, I humbly yield unto. [Excunt. Enter King Edward, Gloucefter, Clarence, and Lady Gray. K. Edw. Brother of Glo'fter, at St. Alban's Field This Lady's Husband, Sir Rickard Gray, was flain, His Land then feiz'd on by the Conqueror: Her fuit is now, to repoffefs thofe Lands, Which we in Juftice cannot well deny, Becaufe in quarrel of the House of York, The worthy Gentleman did lofe his Life. Glo. Your Highnefs fhall do well to grant her Suit: K. Edw. It were no lefs; but yet I'll make a paufe. I fee the Lady hath a thing to grant, Before the King will grant her humble Suit. Clar. He knows the Game, how true he keeps the Wind? Glo. Silence. K. Eaw. Widow, we will confider of your fuit, And come, fome other time, to know our Mind. Gray. Right gracious Lord, I cannot brook delay, May it please your Highnefs to refolve me now. And what your pleasure is, fhall fatisfie me. your Lands, Glo. Ay, Widow! then I'll warrant you all Gio. You fhall have four, if you'l be rul'd by him. K. Edw. Lords, give us leave, I'll try this Widow's wit. Glo. Ay, good leave have you, for you will have leave, 'Till Youth take lave, and leave you to the Crutch. K. Edw. Now tell me, Madam, do you love your Children. K. Édw. And would you not do much to do them good. K. Edw. I'll tell you how thefe Lands are to be got. K. Edw |