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No, not a man comes for redress of thee;
For how can I help them, and not myself?

i Keep. Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee: This is the quondam king ; let's seize upon

him. K. Hen. Let me embrace these sour adversities; For wise men say, it is the wisest course.

2 Keep. Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him. 1 Keep. Forbear a while; we'll hear a little more. K. Hen. My queen, and son, are gone to France for

aid;

And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick
Is thither gone, to crave the French king's sister
To wife for Edward : If this news be true,
Poor queen, and son, your labour is but lost;
For Warwick is a subtle orator,
And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words.
By this account, then, Margaret may win him;
For she's a woman to be pitied much:
Her sighs will make a battery in his breast;
Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;
The tiger will be mild, while she doth mourn ;
And Nero will be tainted with remorse,
To hear, and see, her plaints, her brinish tears.
Ay, but she's come to beg; Warwick to give :
She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry;
He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward.
She weeps, and says-her Henry is depos’d;
He smiles, and says-his Edward is install’d;
That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more :.
Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong,
Inferreth arguments of mighty strength ;
And, in conclusion, wins the king from her,

With promise of his sister, and what else,
To strengthen and support king Edward's place.
O Margaret, thus ’twill be; and thou, poor soul,
Art then forsaken, as thou went'st, forlorn.
2 Keep. Say, what art thou, that talk'st of kings and

queens?
K. Hen. More than I seem, and less than I was born to;
A man at least, for less I should not be;
And men may talk of kings, and why not I?

2 Keep. Ay, but thou talk’st as if thou wert a king. K. Hen. Why, so I am, in mind; and that's enough. 2 Keep. But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown?

K. Hen. My crown is in my heart, not on my head; Not deck'd with diamonds, and Indian stones, Nor to be seen: my crown is call’d, content; A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy.

2 Keep. Well, if you be a king crown'd with content, Your crown content, and you, must be contented To go along with us : for, as we think, You are the king, king Edward hath depos'd; And we his subjects, sworn in all allegiance, Will apprehend you as his enemy.

K. Hen. But did you never swear, and break an oath? 2 Keep. No, never such an oath, nor will not now. K. Hen. Where did you dwell, when I was king of

England ? 2 Keep. Here in this country, where we now remain.

K. Hen. I was anointed king at nine months old; My father and my grandfather, were kings; And

you were sworn true subjects unto me: And, tell me then, have you not broke your oaths?

1 Keep. No;

For we were subjects, but while you were king.

K. Hen. Why, am I dead ? do I not breathe a man? Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear. Look, as I blow this feather from my face, And as the air blows it to me again, Obeying with my wind when I do blow, And yielding to another when it blows, Commanded always by the greater gust; Such is the lightness of you common men. But do not break your oaths; for, of that sin My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty. Go where you will, the king shall be commanded; And be you kings; command, and I'll obey. 1 Keep. We are true subjects to the king, king Ed

ward. K. Hen. So would you be again to Henry, If he were seated as king Edward is. 1 Keep. We charge you, in God's name, and in the

king's, with us unto the officers. K. Hen. In God's name, lead; your king's name be

obey'd : And what God will, then let your king perform ; And what he will, I humbly yield unto. [Exeunt.

To go

SCENE II.-London. A Room in the Palace.

Enter King EDWARD, Gloster, CLARENCE, and Lady

GREY. K. Edw. Brother of Gloster, at Saint Albans' field This lady's husband, sir John Grey, was slain,

His lands then seized on by the conqueror :
Her suit is now, to repossess those lands;
Which we in justice cannot well deny,
Because in quarrel of the house of York
The worthy gentleman did lose his life.

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 see, 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, An 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. K. Edw. 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 ruld 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 widow'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 highness' ser

vice. K. Edw. What service wilt thou do me, if I give

them? 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 com

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

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