Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs. War. Injurious Margaret! Prince. And why not queen ? 380 War. Because thy father Henry did usurp; War. Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth dis course, You told not, how Henry the sixth hath lost All that which Henry the fifth had gotten ? Methinks, these peers of France should smile at that. But for the rest-You tell a pedigree Of threescore and two years; a silly time To make prescription for a kingdom's worth. 390 Oxf. Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege, Whom thou obeyed'st thirty and six years, And not bewray thy treason with a blush? War. Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right, For shame, leave Henry, and call Edward king. Was 401 Was done to death? and more than so, my father, 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. witch him not! [They retire, K. Lew. Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience, 410 Is Edward your true king? for I were loth, War. Such it seems, As may beseem a monarch like himself. 420 Myself have often heard him say, and swear That this his love was an eternal plant; K. Lew. K. Lew. Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve. Bona. Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine :Yet I confess, that often ere this day, 429 [Speaking to WARWICK. When I have heard your king's desert recounted, Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire. K. Lew. Then, Warwick, this-Our sister shall be And now forthwith shall articles be drawn 440 K. Lew. And still is friend to him and Margaret : But if your title to the crown be weak— As may appear by Edward's good successThen 'tis but reason, that I be releas'd From giving aid, which late I promised. Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand, That your estate requires, and mine can yield. War. Henry now lives in Scotland, at his ease; Where having nothing, nothing he can lose. And as for you yourself, our quondam queen— You have a father able to maintain you; And better 'twere, you troubled him than France. 450 Queen. Queen. Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, peace; Proud setter-up and puller-down of kings! I will not hence, 'till with my talk and tears, For both of you are birds of self-same feather. thee. Enter a Post. 460 Post. My lord ambassador, these letters are for you; [TO WARWICK. Sent from your brother, marquis Montague. These from our king unto your majesty. [To King LEWIS. And, madam, these for you; from whom, I know not. [To the Queen. They all read their Letters. Oxf. I like it well, that our fair queen and mistress Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his. Prince. Nay, mark, how Lewis stamps as he were nettled: I hope, all's for the best. K. Lew. Warwick, what are thy news? and your's, fair queen? Queen. Mine, such as fills my heart with unhop'd joys. 470 War. Mine, full of sorrow and heart's discontent. K. Lew. K. Lew. What! has your king marry'd the lady Grey? And now, to sooth your forgery and his, Sends me a paper to persuade me patience? Queen. I told your majesty as much before: This proveth Edward's love, and Warwick's honesty. War. King Lewis, I here protest-in sight of heaven, And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss 480 That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's; But most himself, if he could see his shame.- to love; And I forgive and quite forget old faults, 490 my hate |