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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 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 ?

[Aside. Glo. Silence!

[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, And if what pleases him, shall pleasure you. · Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow, * Clar. I fear her not, unless she chance to fall.

[Aside. * Glo. God forbid that! for he'll take vantages.

[Aside. in fact seized by King Edward after his victory at Towton, 1461. The present scene is laid in 1464. Shakspeare followed the old play in this instance; but when he afterwards had occasion to mention this matter in writing his King Richard III. be stated it truly as he found it in the Chronicles. In Act i. Sc. 2 of that play, Richard, addressing himself to Queen Elizabeth (the Lady Grey of the present scene), says :

* In all which time you and your husband Grey
Were factious for the house of Lancaster;
(And, Rivers, so were yon :)—was not your husband

In Margaret's battle at Saint Albans slain ? Malone says that this circumstance, among numerous others, proves incontestably that Shakspeare was not the original author of this and the preceding play:

? A very lively and spritely dialogue; the reciprocation is quicker than is common in Shakspeare.—Johnson.

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K. Edio. How many children hast thou, widow?

tell me.

Clar. I think, he means to beg a child of her.

[Aside. Glo. Nay, whip me then; he'll rather give her two.

[Aside. L. Grey. Three, my most gracious lord. 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 wi

dow'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 high

ness' service. * K. Edw. What service wilt thou do me, if I

give them?

3 This phrase implies readiness of assent.

L. Grey. What you command, that rests in me

to do. * K. Edw. But you will take exceptions to my

boon. * L. Grey. No, gracious lord, except I cannot

do it. * K. Edw. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean

to ask. * L. Grey. Why, then I will do what your grace

commands. * Glo. He plies her hard; and much rain wears the marble.

[Aside. * Clar. As red as fire ! nay, then her wax must melt.

[Aside. L. Grey. Why stops my lord ? shall I not hear

my task ?

K. Edw. An easy task; 'tis but to love a king. L. Grey. That's soon perform’d, because I am a

subject. K. Edw. Why then, thy husband's lands I freely

give thee. L. Grey. I take my leave with many thousand

thanks. Glo. The match is made; she seals it with a

curt’sy. 'K. Edw. But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love Į


* L. Grey. The fruits of love I mean, my loving

liege. * K. Edw. Ay, but I fear me, in another sense. What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get? · L. Grey. My love till death, my humble thanks,

my prayers; « That love, which virtue begs, and virtue grants. K. Edw. No, by my troth, I did not mean such


L. Grey. Why, then you mean not as I thought you

did. * K. Edw. But now you partly may perceive my


* L. Grey. My mind will never grant what I per

ceive * Your highness aims at, if I aim aright.

K. Edw. To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee. * L. Grey. To tell you plain, I had rather lie in

prison. K. Edw. Why, then thou shalt not have thy hus

band's lands. L. Grey. Why, then mine honesty shall be my

dower; For by that loss I will not purchase them. K. Edw. Therein tủou wrong'st thy children

mightily. L. Grey. Herein your highness wrongs both them

and me.

But, mighty lord, this merry inclination

Accords not with the sadness * of my suit; Please


dismiss me, either with ay, or no. K. Edw. Ay; if thou wilt say ay, to my request: No; if thou dost say no, to


demand. L. Grey. Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an end. Glo. The widow likes him not, she knits her brows.

[Aside. Clar. He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom.

[Aside. K. Edw. [Aside.] Her looks do argue


re, plete with modesty; * Her words do show her wit incomparable; * All her perfections challenge sovereignty: One way, or other, she is for a king; And she shall be

love, or


my queen. Say, that King Edward take thee for his queen ?

4 i.e. seriousness.

L. Grey. "Tis better said than done, my gracious

lord :

I am a subject fit to jest withal,
But far unfit to be a sovereign.

K. Edw. Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee, I speak no more than what


soul intends; And that is, to enjoy thee for my love.

L. Grey. And that is more than I will yield unto : "I know I am too mean to be your queen: And yet too good to be your concubine. K. Edw. You cavil, widow; I did mean, my

queen. L. Grey. 'Twill grieve your grace, my sons should

call you—father. K. Edw. No more, than when thy daughters call

thee mother. Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children; And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor, Have other some: why, 'tis a happy thing To be the father unto many sons. Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen. Gla. The ghostly father now hath done his shrift.

[Aside. Clar. When he was made a shriver, 'twas for shift.

[Aside. K. Edw. Brothers, you muse what chat we two

have had. * Glo. The widow likes it not, før she looks very

sad. K. Edw. You'd think it strange if I should marry

her. Clar, To whom, my lord ? K. Edw.

Why, Clarence, to myself. Glo. That would be ten days' wonder, at the

least. Clar. That's a day longer than a wonder lasts. Glo. By so much is the wonder in extremes.

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