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Q. Eliz. Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner; Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard, Or by his foes surpriz'd at unawares : And, as I further have to understand, Is new committed to the bishop of York, Fell Warwick's brother, and by that our foe.
Riv. These news, I must confess, are full of grief; Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may; Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day.
Q. Eliz. Till then, fair hope must hinder life's decay, And I the rather wean me from despair, For love of Edward's offspring in my womb: This is it that makes me bridle passion, And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross; Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear, And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs, Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown King Edward's fruit, true heir to the English crown.
Riv. But, madam, where is Warwick then become? Q. Eliz. I am informed, that he comes towards Lon
don, To set the crown once more on Henry's head: Guess thou the rest; king Edward's friends must down. But, to prevent the tyrant's violence, (For trust not him, that hath once broken faith,) I'll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary, To save at least the heir of Edward's right; There shall I rest secure from force, and fraud. Come therefore, let us fly, while we may fly; If Warwick take us, we are sure to die. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-A Park near Middleham Castle in
Enter Gloster, Hastings, Sir William Stanley,
Enter King EDWARD, and a Huntsman.
men stand. Now, brother of Gloster, lord Hastings, and the rest, Stand you thus close to steal the bishop's deer?
Glo. Brother, the time and case requireth haste;
K. Edw. But whither shall we then ?
Glo. Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my mean
ing. K. Edw. Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness. Glo. But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk. K. Edw. Huntsman, what say'st thou? wilt thou go
along? Hunt. Better do so, than tarry and be hang'd. Glo. Come then, away; let's have no more ado. K. Edw. Bishop, farewell; shield thee from Warwick's
frown; And pray that I
may repossess the crown. [Ereunt,
SCENE VI.- A Room in the Tower.
Enter King Henry, CLARENCE, WARWICK, Somerset, young RICHMOND, OXFORD, MONTAGUE, Lieu tenant of the Tower, and Attendants.
K. Hen. Master lieutenant, now that God and friends Have shaken Edward from the regal seat; And turn'd my captive state to liberty, My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys; At our enlargement what are thy due fees? Lieu. Subjects may challenge nothing of their sove
reigns ; But, if an humble prayer may prevail,
, I then crave pardon of
your majesty. K. Hen. For what, lieutenant? for well using me? Nay, be thou sure, I'll well requite thy kindness, For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure: Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds Conceive, when, after many moody thoughts,
At last, by notes of household harmony,
War. Your grace hath still been fam’d for virtuous;
Clar. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway,
War. And I choose Clarence only for protector.
hands; Now join your hands, and, with your hands, your hearts, That no dissention hinder
War. What answers Clarence to his sovereign's will?
Clar. That he consents, if Warwick yield consent; For on thy fortune I repose myself.
War. Why then, though loath, yet must I be content: We'll yoke together, like a double shadow To Henry's body, and supply his place; I mean, in bearing weight of government, While he enjoys the honour and his ease. And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful, Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a traitor, And all his lands and goods be confiscate.
Clar. What else ? and that succession be determin'd. War. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.
K. Hen. But, with the first of all your chief affairs, Let me entreat, (for I command no more,) That Margaret your queen, and my son Edward, Be sent for, to return from France with speed: For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear My joy of liberty is half eclips’d.
Clar. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.
K. Hen. My lord of Somerset, what youth is that, Of whom you seem to have so tender care?
Som. My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Richmond. K. Hen. Come hither, England's hope: If secret powers
[Lays his Hand on his Head. Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts, This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss. His looks are full of peaceful majesty ; His head by nature fram'd to wear a crown, His hand to wield a sceptre; and himself Likely, in time, to bless a regal throne.