The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 5 of 9] · William Shakespeare
SCENE III. _France. The_ KING’S _palace_.
_K. Lew._ Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France? [ccc046] [_He descends. She ariseth._ _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 sovereign, and thy vowed friend, ·ccc050· 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 ·ccc055· That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister, To England’s king in lawful marriage. _Q. Mar._ [_Aside_] If that go forward, Henry’s hope is done. [ccc058] _War._ [_To Bona_] And, gracious madam, in our king’s behalf, [ccc059] I am commanded, with your leave and favour, ·ccc060· Humbly to kiss your hand and with my tongue [ccc061] To tell the passion of my sovereign’s heart; Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears, Hath placed thy beauty’s image and thy virtue. [ccc064] _Q. Mar._ King Lewis and Lady Bona, hear me speak, ·ccc065· 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 abroad they purchase great alliance? ·ccc070· To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice, That Henry liveth still; but were he dead, Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry’s son. Look, therefore, Lewis, that by this league and marriage [ccc074] Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour; [ccc075] For though usurpers sway the rule awhile, Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.
_War._ Injurious Margaret! _Prince._ And why not queen? [ccc078] _War._ Because thy father Henry did usurp; And thou no more art prince than she is queen. ·ccc080· _Oxf._ Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt, Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain; And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth, Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest; And, after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth, ·ccc085· Who by his prowess conquered all France: From these our Henry lineally descends. _War._ Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse, You told not how Henry the Sixth hath lost All that which Henry the Fifth had gotten? ·ccc090· Methinks these peers of France should smile at that. But for the rest, you tell a pedigree Of threescore and two years; a silly time To make prescription for a kingdom’s worth. _Oxf._ Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege, ·ccc095· Whom thou obeyed’st thirty and six years, And not bewray thy treason with a blush? _War._ Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right, Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree? For shame! leave Henry, and call Edward king. ·ccc100· _Oxf._ Call him my king by whose injurious doom My elder brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere, Was done to death? and more than so, my father, Even in the downfall of his mellow’d years, When nature brought him to the door of death? ·ccc105· No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm, This arm upholds the house of Lancaster.
_War._ And I the house of York. _K. Lew._ Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford, [ccc109] Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside, ·ccc110· While I use further conference with Warwick. [ccc111] [_They stand aloof._ _Q. Mar._ Heavens grant that Warwick’s words bewitch him not! _K. Lew._ Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience, Is Edward your true king? for I were loath To link with him that were not lawful chosen. [ccc115] _War._ Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour. _K. Lew._ But is he gracious in the people’s eye? [ccc117] _War._ The more that Henry was unfortunate. _K. Lew._ Then further, all dissembling set aside, Tell me for truth the measure of his love ·ccc120· Unto our sister Bona. _War._ Such it seems As may beseem a monarch like himself. Myself have often heard him say and swear That this his love was an eternal plant, [ccc124] Whereof the root was fix’d in virtue’s ground, ·ccc125· The leaves and fruit maintain’d with beauty’s sun, Exempt from envy, but not from disdain, Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain. _K. Lew._ Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve. _Bona._ Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine: [ccc130] [_To War._] Yet I confess that often ere this day, [ccc131] When I have heard your king’s desert recounted, Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire.
_K. Lew._ Then, Warwick, thus: our sister shall be Edward’s; [ccc134] And now forthwith shall articles be drawn ·ccc135· Touching the jointure that your king must make, Which with her dowry shall be counterpoised. Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness That Bona shall be wife to the English king. _Prince._ To Edward, but not to the English king. [ccc140] _Q. Mar._ Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device By this alliance to make void my suit: Before thy coming Lewis was Henry’s friend. _K. Lew._ And still is friend to him and Margaret: But if your title to the crown be weak, ·ccc145· As may appear by Edward’s good success, Then ’tis but reason that I be released From giving aid which late I promised. Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand That your estate requires and mine can yield. ·ccc150· _War._ Henry now lives in Scotland at his ease, Where having nothing, nothing can he lose. And as for you yourself, our quondam queen, You have a father able to maintain you; And better ’twere you troubled him than France. [ccc155] _Q. Mar._ Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, peace, [ccc156] Proud setter 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 Thy sly conveyance and thy lord’s false love; ·ccc160· For both of you are birds of selfsame feather. [ccc161] [_Post blows a horn within._
_War._ King Lewis, I here protest, in sight of heaven, And by the hope I have of heavenly 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. ·ccc185· Did I forget that by the house of York My father came untimely to his death? Did I let pass the abuse done to my niece? Did I impale him with the regal crown? Did I put Henry from his native right? ·ccc190· And am I guerdon’d at the last with shame? Shame on himself! for my desert is honour: And to repair my honour lost for him, I here renounce him and return to Henry. My noble queen, let former grudges pass, ·ccc195· And henceforth I am thy true servitor: I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona And replant Henry in his former state. _Q. Mar._ Warwick, these words have turn’d my hate to love; [ccc199] And I forgive and quite forget old faults, ·ccc200· And joy that thou becomest King Henry’s friend. _War._ So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend, That, if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us With some few bands of chosen soldiers, I’ll undertake to land them on our coast ·ccc205· And force the tyrant from his seat by war. ’Tis not his new-made bride shall succour him: And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me, He’s very likely now to fall from him, For matching more for wanton lust than honour, ·ccc210· Or than for strength and safety of our country.
_Bona._ Dear brother, how shall Bona be revenged But by thy help to this distressed queen? [ccc213] _Q. Mar._ Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry live, Unless thou rescue him from foul despair? ·ccc215· _Bona._ My quarrel and this English queen’s are one. _War._ And mine, fair Lady Bona, joins with yours. _K. Lew._ And mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret’s. Therefore at last I firmly am resolved You shall have aid. ·ccc220· _Q. Mar._ Let me give humble thanks for all at once. _K. Lew._ Then, England’s messenger, return in post, And tell false Edward, thy supposed king, That Lewis of France is sending over masquers To revel it with him and his new bride: ·ccc225· Thou seest what’s past, go fear thy king withal. _Bona._ Tell him, in hope he’ll prove a widower shortly, I’ll wear the willow garland for his sake. [ccc228] _Q. Mar._ Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid aside, And I am ready to put armour on. ·ccc230· _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 Post._ _K. Lew._ But, Warwick, [ccc233] Thou and Oxford, with five thousand men, Shall cross the seas, and bid false Edward battle; ·ccc235· 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?
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