The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 5 of 9] · William Shakespeare
SCENE XV.
Enter the _Queene_ and the Lord _Riuers_. _Riuers._ Tel me good maddam, why is your grace [eao001] So passionate of late? _Queen._ Why brother _Riuers_, heare you not the newes, [eao003] Of that successe king _Edward_ had of late? _Riu._ What? losse of some pitcht battaile against _Warwike_, [eao005] Tush, feare not faire _Queen_, but cast those cares aside. King _Edwards_ noble mind his honours doth display: And _Warwike_ maie loose, though then he got the day. _Queen._ If that were all, my griefes were at an end: But greater troubles will I feare befall. ·eao010· _Riu._ What, is he taken prisoner by the foe, [eao011] To the danger of his royall person then? _Queen._ I, thears my griefe, king _Edward_ is surprisde, [eao013] And led awaie, as prisoner vnto _Yorke_. [eao014] _Riu._ The newes is passing strange, I must confesse: [eao015] Yet comfort your selfe, for _Edward_ hath more friends, Then _Lancaster_ at this time must perceiue, That some will set him in his throne againe. _Queen._ God grant they maie, but gentle brother come, And let me leane vpon thine arme a while, [eao020] Vntill I come vnto the sanctuarie, There to preserue the fruit within my wombe, K. _Edwards_ seed true heire to _Englands_ crowne. _Exit._
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