No, not a man comes for redress of thee; 1 Keep. Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee: This is the quondam king; let's seize upon him. K. Hen. Let me embrace these sour adversities; For wise men say, it is the wisest course. 2 Keep. Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him. And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words. He smiles, and says-his Edward is install'd; And, in conclusion, wins the king from her, With promise of his sister, and what else, To strengthen and support king Edward's place. 2 Keep. Say, what art thou, that talk'st of kings and queens? K. Hen. More than I seem, and less than I was born to; A man at least, for less I should not be; And men may talk of kings, and why not I? 2 Keep. Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a king. K. Hen. Why, so I am, in mind; and that's enough. 2 Keep. But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown? K. Hen. My crown is in my heart, not on my head; Not deck'd with diamonds, and Indian stones, Nor to be seen: my crown is call'd, content; A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy. 2 Keep. 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; K. Hen. But did you never swear, and break an oath? 2 Keep. Here in this country, where we now remain. K. Hen. I was anointed king at nine months old; My father and my grandfather, were kings; And you were sworn true subjects unto me: And, tell me then, have you not broke your oaths? 1 Keep. No; For we were subjects, but while you were king. K. Hen. Why, am I dead? do I not breathe a man ? Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear. 1 Keep. We are true subjects to the king, king Edward. K. Hen. So would you be again to Henry, If he were seated as king Edward is. 1 Keep. We charge you, in God's name, and in the king's, To go with us unto the officers. K. Hen. In God's name, lead; your king's name be obey'd: And what God will, then let your king perform; And what he will, I humbly yield unto. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-London. A Room in the Palace. Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, CLARENCE, and Lady GREY. K. Edw. Brother of Gloster, at Saint Albans' field This lady's husband, sir John Grey, was slain, His lands then seized on by the conqueror : Glo. Your highness shall do well, to grant her suit; It were dishonour, to deny it her. K. Edw. It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause. Glo. Yea! is it so? I see, 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! [Aside. [Aside. K. Edw. Widow, we will consider of your suit; And come some other time, to know our mind. L. Grey. Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay: May it please your highness to resolve me now; And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me. Glo. [Aside.] Ay, widow? then I'll warrant you all your lands, An if what pleases him, shall pleasure you. Clar. I fear her not, unless she chance to fall. [Aside. me. Clar. I think, he means to beg a child of her. [Aside. Glo. Nay, whip me then; he'll rather give her two. L. Grey. Three, my most gracious lord. [Aside. Glo. You shall have four, if you'll be rul'd by him. [Aside. K. Edw. 'Twere pity, they should lose their father's land. L. Grey. Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then. 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 leave, and leave you to the crutch. [GLOSTER and CLARENCE retire to the other side. K. Edw. Now tell me, madam, do you love your children? L. Grey. Ay, full as dearly as I love myself. K. Edw. And would you not do much, to do them good? L. Grey. To do them good, I would sustain some harm. K. Edw. Then get your husband's lands, to do them good. L. Grey. Therefore I came unto your majesty. K. Edw. I'll tell you how these lands are to be got. L. Grey. So shall you bind me to your highness' ser vice. K. Edw. What service wilt thou do me, if I give them? L. Grey. What you command, that rests in me to do. mands. Glo. He plies her hard; and much rain wears the [Aside marble. |