Henry VI, Part 3 (Folio 1, 1623)
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The third Part of Henry the Sixt.
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¶How could he stay till Warwicke made returne?
¶ Som. My Lords, forbeare this talke: heere comes the
¶King.
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Flourish.
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Enter King Edward, Lady Grey, Penbrooke, Staf-
2030Clarence. I minde to tell him plainly what I thinke.
¶King. Now Brother of Clarence,
¶How like you our Choyce,
¶Clarence. As well as Lewis of France,
2035Or the Earle of Warwicke,
¶Which are so weake of courage, and in iudgement,
¶That they'le take no offence at our abuse.
¶They are but Lewis and Warwicke, I am Edward,
2040Your King and Warwickes, and must haue my will.
¶King. Yea, Brother Richard, are you offended too?
¶Rich. Not I: no:
¶Whom God hath ioyn'd together:
¶I, and 'twere pittie, to sunder them,
¶That yoake so well together.
¶Should not become my Wife, and Englands Queene?
¶And you too, Somerset, and Mountague,
¶Speake freely what you thinke.
¶Clarence. Then this is mine opinion:
2055That King Lewis becomes your Enemie,
¶For mocking him about the Marriage
¶Of the Lady Bona.
¶ Rich. And Warwicke, doing what you gaue in charge,
¶Is now dis-honored by this new Marriage.
2060King. What, if both Lewis and Warwick be appeas'd,
¶Would more haue strength'ned this our Commonwealth
¶Let vs be back'd with God, and with the Seas,
2070Which he hath giu'n for fence impregnable,
¶And with their helpes, onely defend our selues:
¶To haue the Heire of the Lord Hungerford.
2075King. I, what of that? it was my will, and graunt,
¶ Rich. And yet me thinks, your Grace hath not done well,
¶To giue the Heire and Daughter of Lord Scales
¶Vnto the Brother of your louing Bride;
2080Shee better would haue fitted me, or Clarence:
¶But in your Bride you burie Brotherhood.
¶Of the Lord Bonuill on your new Wiues Sonne,
2085King. Alas, poore Clarence: is it for a Wife
¶That thou art malecontent? I will prouide thee.
¶You shew'd your iudgement:
2090To play the Broker in mine owne behalfe;
¶And to that end, I shortly minde to leaue you.
¶King. Leaue me, or tarry, Edward will be King,
¶And not be ty'd vnto his Brothers will.
2095To rayse my State to Title of a Queene,
¶That I was not ignoble of Descent,
¶And meaner then my selfe haue had like fortune.
¶But as this Title honors me and mine,
¶Doth cloud my ioyes with danger, and with sorrow.
¶ King. My Loue, forbeare to fawne vpon their frownes:
¶What danger, or what sorrow can befall thee,
¶So long as Edward is thy constant friend,
2105And their true Soueraigne, whom they must obey?
¶Nay, whom they shall obey, and loue thee too,
¶Which if they doe, yet will I keepe thee safe,
¶And they shall feele the vengeance of my wrath.
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Enter a Poste.
¶from France?
¶ Post. My Soueraigne Liege, no Letters, & few words,
¶Dare not relate.
¶King. Goe too, wee pardon thee:
¶Therefore, in briefe, tell me their words,
2120What answer makes King Lewis vnto our Letters?
¶To reuell it with him, and his new Bride.
¶But what said Lady Bona to my Marriage?
¶Tell him, in hope hee'le proue a Widower shortly,
¶Ile weare the Willow Garland for his sake.
¶She had the wrong. But what said Henries Queene?
¶For I haue heard, that she was there in place.
¶My mourning Weedes are done,
2135And I am readie to put Armour on.
2140Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong,
¶And therefore Ile vncrowne him, er't be long.
¶Well, I will arme me, being thus fore-warn'd:
2145But say, is Warwicke friends with Margaret?
¶Post. I, gracious Soueraigne,
¶That yong Prince Edward marryes Warwicks Daughter.
¶Clarence. Belike, the elder;
2150Clarence will haue the younger.
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