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How could he stay till Warwicke made returne?
Som.
My Lords, forbeare this talke: heere comes the King.
My Lords, forbeare this talke: heere comes the King.
Flourish.
Enter King Edward, Lady Grey, Penbrooke, Stafford,
Hastings: foure stand on one side,
and foure on the other.
Enter King Edward, Lady Grey, Penbrooke, Stafford,
Hastings: foure stand on one side,
and foure on the other.
Rich.
And his well-chosen Bride.
And his well-chosen Bride.
Clarence.
I minde to tell him plainly what I thinke.
I minde to tell him plainly what I thinke.
King.
Now Brother of Clarence,
How like you our Choyce,
That you stand pensiue, as halfe malecontent?
Now Brother of Clarence,
How like you our Choyce,
That you stand pensiue, as halfe malecontent?
Clarence.
As well as Lewis of France,
Or the Earle of Warwicke,
Which are so weake of courage, and in iudgement,
That they'le take no offence at our abuse.
As well as Lewis of France,
Or the Earle of Warwicke,
Which are so weake of courage, and in iudgement,
That they'le take no offence at our abuse.
King.
Suppose they take offence without a cause:
They are but Lewis and Warwicke, I am Edward,
Your King and Warwickes, and must haue my will.
Suppose they take offence without a cause:
They are but Lewis and Warwicke, I am Edward,
Your King and Warwickes, and must haue my will.
Rich.
And shall haue your will, because our King:
Yet hastie Marriage seldome proueth well.
And shall haue your will, because our King:
Yet hastie Marriage seldome proueth well.
King.
Yea, Brother Richard, are you offended too?
Yea, Brother Richard, are you offended too?
Rich.
Not I: no:
God forbid, that I should wish them seuer'd,
Whom God hath ioyn'd together:
I, and 'twere pittie, to sunder them,
That yoake so well together.
Not I: no:
God forbid, that I should wish them seuer'd,
Whom God hath ioyn'd together:
I, and 'twere pittie, to sunder them,
That yoake so well together.
King.
Setting your skornes, and your mislike aside,
Tell me some reason, why the Lady Grey
Should not become my Wife, and Englands Queene?
And you too, Somerset, and Mountague,
Speake freely what you thinke.
Setting your skornes, and your mislike aside,
Tell me some reason, why the Lady Grey
Should not become my Wife, and Englands Queene?
And you too, Somerset, and Mountague,
Speake freely what you thinke.
Clarence.
Then this is mine opinion:
That King Lewis becomes your Enemie,
For mocking him about the Marriage
Of the Lady Bona.
Then this is mine opinion:
That King Lewis becomes your Enemie,
For mocking him about the Marriage
Of the Lady Bona.
Rich.
And Warwicke, doing what you gaue in charge,
Is now dis-honored by this new Marriage.
And Warwicke, doing what you gaue in charge,
Is now dis-honored by this new Marriage.
King.
What, if both Lewis and Warwick, be appeas'd,
By such inuention as I can deuise?
What, if both Lewis and Warwick, be appeas'd,
By such inuention as I can deuise?
Mount.
Yet, to haue ioyn'd with France in such alliance,
Would more haue strength'ned this our Commonwealth
'Gainst forraine stormes, then any home-bred Marriage.
Yet, to haue ioyn'd with France in such alliance,
Would more haue strength'ned this our Commonwealth
'Gainst forraine stormes, then any home-bred Marriage.
Hast.
Why, knowes not Mountague, that of it selfe,
England is safe, if true within it selfe?
Why, knowes not Mountague, that of it selfe,
England is safe, if true within it selfe?
Mount.
But the safer, when 'tis back'd with France.
But the safer, when 'tis back'd with France.
Hast.
'Tis better vsing France, then trusting France:
Let vs be back'd with God, and with the Seas,
Which he hath giu'n for fence impregnable,
And with their helpes, onely defend our selues:
In them, and in our selues, our safetie lyes.
'Tis better vsing France, then trusting France:
Let vs be back'd with God, and with the Seas,
Which he hath giu'n for fence impregnable,
And with their helpes, onely defend our selues:
In them, and in our selues, our safetie lyes.
Clar.
For this one speech, Lord Hastings well deserues
To haue the Heire of the Lord Hungerford.
For this one speech, Lord Hastings well deserues
To haue the Heire of the Lord Hungerford.
King.
I, what of that? it was my will, and graunt,
And for this once, my Will shall stand for Law.
I, what of that? it was my will, and graunt,
And for this once, my Will shall stand for Law.
Rich.
And yet me thinks, your Grace hath not done well,
To giue the Heire and Daughter of Lord Scales
Vnto the Brother of your louing Bride;
Shee better would haue fitted me, or Clarence:
But in your Bride you burie Brotherhood.
And yet me thinks, your Grace hath not done well,
To giue the Heire and Daughter of Lord Scales
Vnto the Brother of your louing Bride;
Shee better would haue fitted me, or Clarence:
But in your Bride you burie Brotherhood.
Clar.
Or else you would not haue bestow'd the Heire
Of the Lord Bonuill on your new Wiues Sonne,
And leaue your Brothers to goe speede elsewhere.
Or else you would not haue bestow'd the Heire
Of the Lord Bonuill on your new Wiues Sonne,
And leaue your Brothers to goe speede elsewhere.
King.
Alas, poore Clarence: is it for a Wife
That thou art malecontent? I will prouide thee.
Alas, poore Clarence: is it for a Wife
That thou art malecontent? I will prouide thee.
Clarence.
In chusing for your selfe,
You shew'd your iudgement:
Which being shallow, you shall giue me leaue
To play the Broker in mine owne behalfe;
And to that end, I shortly minde to leaue you.
In chusing for your selfe,
You shew'd your iudgement:
Which being shallow, you shall giue me leaue
To play the Broker in mine owne behalfe;
And to that end, I shortly minde to leaue you.
King.
Leaue me, or tarry, Edward will be King,
And not be ty'd vnto his Brothers will.
Leaue me, or tarry, Edward will be King,
And not be ty'd vnto his Brothers will.
Lady Grey.
My Lords, before it pleas'd his Maiestie
To rayse my state to Title of a Queene,
Doe me but right, and you must all confesse,
That I was not ignoble of Descent,
And meaner then my selfe haue had like fortune.
But as this Title honors me and mine,
So your dislikes, to whom I would be pleasing,
Doth cloud my ioyes with danger, and with sorrow.
My Lords, before it pleas'd his Maiestie
To rayse my state to Title of a Queene,
Doe me but right, and you must all confesse,
That I was not ignoble of Descent,
And meaner then my selfe haue had like fortune.
But as this Title honors me and mine,
So your dislikes, to whom I would be pleasing,
Doth cloud my ioyes with danger, and with sorrow.
King.
My Loue, forbeare to fawne vpon their frownes;
What danger, or what sorrow can befall thee,
So long as Edward is thy constant friend,
And their true Soueraigne, whom they must obey?
Nay, whom they shall obey, and loue thee too,
Vnlesse they seeke for hatred at my hands:
Which if they doe, yet will I keepe thee safe,
And they shall feele the vengeance of my wrath.
My Loue, forbeare to fawne vpon their frownes;
What danger, or what sorrow can befall thee,
So long as Edward is thy constant friend,
And their true Soueraigne, whom they must obey?
Nay, whom they shall obey, and loue thee too,
Vnlesse they seeke for hatred at my hands:
Which if they doe, yet will I keepe thee safe,
And they shall feele the vengeance of my wrath.
Rich.
I heare, yet say not much, but thinke the more.
I heare, yet say not much, but thinke the more.
Enter a Poste.
King.
Now Messenger, what Letters, or what Newes from France?
Now Messenger, what Letters, or what Newes from France?
Post.
My Soueraigne Liege, no Letters, & few words,
But such, as I (without your speciall pardon)
Dare not relate.
My Soueraigne Liege, no Letters, & few words,
But such, as I (without your speciall pardon)
Dare not relate.
King.
Goe too, wee pardon thee:
Therefore, in briefe, tell me their words,
As neere as thou canst guesse them.
What answer makes King Lewis vnto our Letters?
Goe too, wee pardon thee:
Therefore, in briefe, tell me their words,
As neere as thou canst guesse them.
What answer makes King Lewis vnto our Letters?
Post.
At my depart, these were his very words:
Goe tell false Edward, the supposed King,
That Lewis of France is sending ouer Maskers,
To reuell it with him, and his new Bride.
At my depart, these were his very words:
Goe tell false Edward, the supposed King,
That Lewis of France is sending ouer Maskers,
To reuell it with him, and his new Bride.
King.
Is Lewis so braue? belike he thinkes me Henry.
But what said Lady Bona to my Marriage?
Is Lewis so braue? belike he thinkes me Henry.
But what said Lady Bona to my Marriage?
Post.
These were her words, vtt'red with mild disdaine:
Tell him, in hope hee'le proue a Widower shortly,
Ile weare the Willow Garland for his sake.
These were her words, vtt'red with mild disdaine:
Tell him, in hope hee'le proue a Widower shortly,
Ile weare the Willow Garland for his sake.
King.
I blame not her; she could say little lesse:
She had the wrong. But what said Henries Queene?
For I haue heard, that she was there in place.
I blame not her; she could say little lesse:
She had the wrong. But what said Henries Queene?
For I haue heard, that she was there in place.
Post.
Tell him (quoth she)
My mourning Weedes are done,
And I am readie to put Armour on.
Tell him (quoth she)
My mourning Weedes are done,
And I am readie to put Armour on.
King.
Belike she minds to play the Amazon.
But what said Warwicke to these iniuries?
Belike she minds to play the Amazon.
But what said Warwicke to these iniuries?
Post.
He, more incens'd against your Maiestie,
Then all the rest, discharg'd me with these words:
Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong,
And therefore Ile vncrowne him, er't be long.
He, more incens'd against your Maiestie,
Then all the rest, discharg'd me with these words:
Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong,
And therefore Ile vncrowne him, er't be long.
King.
Ha? durst the Traytor breath out so prowd words?
Well, I will arme me, being thus fore-warn'd:
They shall haue Warres, and pay for their presumption.
But say, is Warwicke friends with Margaret?
Ha? durst the Traytor breath out so prowd words?
Well, I will arme me, being thus fore-warn'd:
They shall haue Warres, and pay for their presumption.
But say, is Warwicke friends with Margaret?
Post.
I, gracious Soueraigne,
They are so link'd in friendship,
That yong Prince Edward marryes Warwicks Daughter.
I, gracious Soueraigne,
They are so link'd in friendship,
That yong Prince Edward marryes Warwicks Daughter.
Clarence.
Belike, the elder;
Clarence will haue the younger.
Belike, the elder;
Clarence will haue the younger.
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