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Change shapes, with Proteus, for advantages,
SCENE III.- France.
A Room in the Palace.
Flourish. Enter Lewis the French King, and Lady
[Rising Sit down with us; it ill befits thy state, And birth, that thou should'st stand, while Lewis doth sit.
Q. Mar. No, mighty king of France; now Margaret Must strike her sail, and learn a while to serve, Where kings command. I was, I must confess, Great Albion's queen in former golden days : But now mischance hath trod my title down, And with dishonour laid me on the ground: Where I must take like seat unto my fortune, And to my humble seat conform myself. K. Lew. Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this
deep despair? Q. Mar. From such a cause as fills mine eyes with
tears, And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares.
K. Lew. Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself, And sit thee by our side: yield not thy neck
[Seats her by him.
To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind
storm, While we bethink a means to break it off. Q. Mar. The more we stay, the stronger grows our
foe. K. Lew. The more I stay, the more I'll succour thee.
Q. Mar. O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow : And see, where comes the breeder of my sorrow.
Enter WARWICK, attended. K. Lew. What's he, approacheth boldly to our pre
sence ? Q. Mur. Our earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest
friend. K. Lew. Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings . thee to France ?
[Descending from his state. Queen Margarer rises. 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,
Q. Mar. If that go forward, Henry's hope is done.
behalf, . I am commanded, with your leave and favour, Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart; Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears, Hath plac'd thy beauty's image, and thy virtue. Q. Mar. King Lewis,—and lady Bona,-hear me
speak, Before you answer Warwick. His demand Springs not from Edward's well meant honest love,
But from deceit, bred by necessity;
War. Because thy father Henry did usurp;
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, 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 wbich Henry the fifth had gotten? Methinks, these peers of France should smile at that. But for the rest,-You tell a pedigree Of three score and two years; a silly time To make prescription for a kingdom's worth. Oxf. Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy
liege, Whom thou obeyd'st thirty and six years, And not bewray thy treason with a blush?
War. Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right,
Oxf. Call him my king, by whose injurious doom
K. Lew. Queen Margaret, prince Edward, and Oxford,
witch him not !
[Retiring with the Prince and OXFORD. K. Lew. Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon thy con
science, Is Edward your true king? for I were loath, To link with him that were not lawful chosen.
War. Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour.
K. Lew. Then further, all dissembling set aside,
War. Such it seems,