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Change shapes, with Proteus, for advantages,
And set the murd'rous Machiavel to school.
Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
Tut! were it further off, I'll pluck it down.

[Exit.

SCENE III.- France.

A Room in the Palace.

Flourish. Enter Lewis the French King, and Lady
Bona, attended; the King takes his State. Then enter
Queen MARGARET, Prince Edward her Son, and the
Earl of OXFORD.
K. Lew. Fair queen of England, worthy Margaret,

[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
Still ride in triumph over all mischance.
Be plain, queen Margaret, and tell thy grief ;
It shall be eas’d, if France can yield relief.
Q. Mar. Those gracious words revive my drooping

thoughts,
And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak.
Now, therefore, be it known to noble Lewis,
That Henry, sole possessor of my love,
Is, of a king, become a banish'd man,
And forc'd to live in Scotland a forlorn ;
While proud ambitious Edward, duke of York,
Usurps the regal title, and the seat
Of England's true-anointed lawful king.
This is the cause, that I, poor Margaret,-
With this my son, prince Edward, Henry's heir,“
Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid ;
And, if thou fail us, all our hope is done :
Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help,
Our people and our peers are both misled,
Our treasure seiz’d, our soldiers put to flight,
And, as thou see'st, ourselves in heavy plight.
K. Lew. Renowned queen, with patience calm the

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,
My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend,
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
That virtuous lady Bona, thy fair sister,
To England's king, in lawful marriage,

Q. Mar. If that go forward, Henry's hope is done.
War. And, gracious madam, [To Bona.] in our king's

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;
For how can tyrants safely govern home,
Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?
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
Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour:
For though usurpers sway the rule a while,
Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.
War. Injurious Margaret!
Prince. And why not queen?

War. Because thy father Henry did usurp;
And thou no more art prince, than she is queen.

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,
Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree?
For shame, leave Henry, and call Edward king.

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?
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,
Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside,
While I use further conference with Warwick.
Q. Mar. Heaven grant, that Warwick's words be-

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. But is he gracious in the people's eye:
War. The more, that Henry was unfortunate.

K. Lew. Then further, all dissembling set aside,
Tell me for truth the measure of his love
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;
Whereof the root was fixed in virtue’s ground,
The leaves and fruit maintain’d with beauty's sun;

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