| ACT III SCENE III | France. KING LEWIS XI's palace. | |
| | Flourish. Enter KING LEWIS XI, his sister BONA,his Admiral, called BOURBON, PRINCE EDWARD, QUEENMARGARET, and OXFORD. KING LEWIS XI sits, andriseth up again | |
| KING LEWIS XI | Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret, | |
| | Sit down with us: it ill befits thy state | |
| | And birth, that thou shouldst stand while Lewis doth sit. | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | No, mighty King of France: now Margaret | 5 |
| | Must strike her sail and learn awhile to serve | |
| | Where kings command. I was, I must confess, | |
| | Great Albion's queen in former golden days: | |
| | But now mischance hath trod my title down, | |
| | And with dishonour laid me on the ground; | 10 |
| | Where I must take like seat unto my fortune, | |
| | And to my humble seat conform myself. | |
| KING LEWIS XI | Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this deep despair? | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears | |
| | And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares. | 15 |
| KING LEWIS XI | Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself, | |
| | And sit thee by our side: | |
| | Seats her by him | |
| | Yield not thy neck | |
| | To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind | |
| | Still ride in triumph over all mischance. | 20 |
| | Be plain, Queen Margaret, and tell thy grief; | |
| | It shall be eased, if France can yield relief. | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Those gracious words revive my drooping thoughts | |
| | And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak. | |
| | Now, therefore, be it known to noble Lewis, | 25 |
| | That Henry, sole possessor of my love, | |
| | Is of a king become a banish'd man, | |
| | And forced to live in Scotland a forlorn; | |
| | While proud ambitious Edward Duke of York | |
| | Usurps the regal title and the seat | 30 |
| | Of England's true-anointed lawful king. | |
| | This is the cause that I, poor Margaret, | |
| | With this my son, Prince Edward, Henry's heir, | |
| | Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid; | |
| | And if thou fail us, all our hope is done: | 35 |
| | Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help; | |
| | Our people and our peers are both misled, | |
| | Our treasures seized, our soldiers put to flight, | |
| | And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight. | |
| KING LEWIS XI | Renowned queen, with patience calm the storm, | 40 |
| | While we bethink a means to break it off. | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe. | |
| KING LEWIS XI | The more I stay, the more I'll succor thee. | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow. | |
| | And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow! | 45 |
| | Enter WARWICK | |
| KING LEWIS XI | What's he approacheth boldly to our presence? | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Our Earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend. | |
| KING LEWIS XI | Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France? | |
| | He descends. She ariseth | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Ay, now begins a second storm to rise; | |
| | For this is he that moves both wind and tide. | 50 |
| WARWICK | From worthy Edward, King of Albion, | |
| | My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend, | |
| | I come, in kindness and unfeigned love, | |
| | First, to do greetings to thy royal person; | |
| | And then to crave a league of amity; | 55 |
| | And lastly, to confirm that amity | |
| | With a nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant | |
| | That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister, | |
| | To England's king in lawful marriage. | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Aside | |
| WARWICK | To BONA | |
| | I am commanded, with your leave and favour, | 60 |
| | Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue | |
| | To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart; | |
| | Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears, | |
| | Hath placed thy beauty's image and thy virtue. | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | King Lewis and Lady Bona, hear me speak, | 65 |
| | Before you answer Warwick. His demand | |
| | Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love, | |
| | But from deceit bred by necessity; | |
| | For how can tyrants safely govern home, | |
| | Unless abroad they purchase great alliance? | 70 |
| | To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice, | |
| | That Henry liveth still: but were he dead, | |
| | Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry's son. | |
| | Look, therefore, Lewis, that by this league and marriage | |
| | Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour; | 75 |
| | For though usurpers sway the rule awhile, | |
| | Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs. | |
| WARWICK | Injurious Margaret! | |
| PRINCE EDWARD | And why not queen? | |
| WARWICK | Because thy father Henry did usurp; | 80 |
| | And thou no more are prince than she is queen. | |
| OXFORD | Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt, | |
| | Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain; | |
| | And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth, | |
| | Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest; | 85 |
| | And, after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth, | |
| | Who by his prowess conquered all France: | |
| | From these our Henry lineally descends. | |
| WARWICK | Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse, | |
| | You told not how Henry the Sixth hath lost | 90 |
| | All that which Henry 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. | 95 |
| OXFORD | Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege, | |
| | Whom thou obeyed'st thirty and six years, | |
| | And not bewray thy treason with a blush? | |
| WARWICK | Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right, | |
| | Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree? | 100 |
| | For shame! leave Henry, and call Edward king. | |
| OXFORD | Call him my king by whose injurious doom | |
| | My elder brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere, | |
| | Was done to death? and more than so, my father, | |
| | Even in the downfall of his mellow'd years, | 105 |
| | When nature brought him to the door of death? | |
| | No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm, | |
| | This arm upholds the house of Lancaster. | |
| WARWICK | And I the house of York. | |
| KING LEWIS XI | Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford, | 110 |
| | Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside, | |
| | While I use further conference with Warwick. | |
| | They stand aloof | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Heavens grant that Warwick's words bewitch him not! | |
| KING LEWIS XI | Now Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience, | |
| | Is Edward your true king? for I were loath | 115 |
| | To link with him that were not lawful chosen. | |
| WARWICK | Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour. | |
| KING LEWIS XI | But is he gracious in the people's eye? | |
| WARWICK | The more that Henry was unfortunate. | |
| KING LEWIS XI | Then further, all dissembling set aside, | 120 |
| | Tell me for truth the measure of his love | |
| | Unto our sister Bona. | |
| WARWICK | Such it seems | |
| | As may beseem a monarch like himself. | |
| | Myself have often heard him say and swear | 125 |
| | That this his love was an eternal plant, | |
| | Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground, | |
| | The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun, | |
| | Exempt from envy, but not from disdain, | |
| | Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain. | 130 |
| KING LEWIS XI | Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve. | |
| BONA | Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine: | |
| | To WARWICK | |
| | Yet I confess that often ere this day, | |
| | When I have heard your king's desert recounted, | |
| | Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire. | 135 |
| KING LEWIS XI | Then, Warwick, thus: our sister shall be Edward's; | |
| | And now forthwith shall articles be drawn | |
| | Touching the jointure that your king must make, | |
| | Which with her dowry shall be counterpoised. | |
| | Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness | 140 |
| | That Bona shall be wife to the English king. | |
| PRINCE EDWARD | To Edward, but not to the English king. | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device | |
| | By this alliance to make void my suit: | |
| | Before thy coming Lewis was Henry's friend. | 145 |
| KING LEWIS XI | And still is friend to him and Margaret: | |
| | But if your title to the crown be weak, | |
| | As may appear by Edward's good success, | |
| | Then 'tis but reason that I be released | |
| | From giving aid which late I promised. | 150 |
| | Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand | |
| | That your estate requires and mine can yield. | |
| WARWICK | Henry now lives in Scotland at his ease, | |
| | Where having nothing, nothing can he lose. | |
| | And as for you yourself, our quondam queen, | 155 |
| | You have a father able to maintain you; | |
| | And better 'twere you troubled him than France. | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, peace, | |
| | Proud setter up and puller down of kings! | |
| | I will not hence, till, with my talk and tears, | 160 |
| | Both full of truth, I make King Lewis behold | |
| | Thy sly conveyance and thy lord's false love; | |
| | For both of you are birds of selfsame feather. | |
| | Post blows a horn within | |
| KING LEWIS XI | Warwick, this is some post to us or thee. | |
| | Enter a Post | |
| Post | To WARWICK | |
| | Sent from your brother, Marquess Montague: | 165 |
| | To KING LEWIS XI | |
| | These from our king unto your majesty: | |
| | To QUEEN MARGARET | |
| | And, madam, these for you; from whom I know not. | |
| | They all read their letters | |
| OXFORD | I like it well that our fair queen and mistress | |
| | Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his. | |
| PRINCE EDWARD | Nay, mark how Lewis stamps, as he were nettled: | 170 |
| | I hope all's for the best. | |
| KING LEWIS XI | Warwick, what are thy news? and yours, fair queen? | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Mine, such as fill my heart with unhoped joys. | |
| WARWICK | Mine, full of sorrow and heart's discontent. | |
| KING LEWIS XI | What! has your king married the Lady Grey! | 175 |
| | And now, to soothe your forgery and his, | |
| | Sends me a paper to persuade me patience? | |
| | Is this the alliance that he seeks with France? | |
| | Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner? | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | I told your majesty as much before: | 180 |
| | This proveth Edward's love and Warwick's honesty. | |
| WARWICK | King Lewis, I here protest, in sight of heaven, | |
| | And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss, | |
| | That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's, | |
| | No more my king, for he dishonours me, | 185 |
| | But most himself, if he could see his shame. | |
| | Did I forget that by the house of York | |
| | My father came untimely to his death? | |
| | Did I let pass the abuse done to my niece? | |
| | Did I impale him with the regal crown? | 190 |
| | Did I put Henry from his native right? | |
| | And am I guerdon'd at the last with shame? | |
| | Shame on himself! for my desert is honour: | |
| | And to repair my honour lost for him, | |
| | I here renounce him and return to Henry. | 195 |
| | My noble queen, let former grudges pass, | |
| | And henceforth I am thy true servitor: | |
| | I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona, | |
| | And replant Henry in his former state. | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate to love; | 200 |
| | And I forgive and quite forget old faults, | |
| | And joy that thou becomest King Henry's friend. | |
| WARWICK | So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend, | |
| | That, if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us | |
| | With some few bands of chosen soldiers, | 205 |
| | I'll undertake to land them on our coast | |
| | And force the tyrant from his seat by war. | |
| | 'Tis not his new-made bride shall succor him: | |
| | And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me, | |
| | He's very likely now to fall from him, | 210 |
| | For matching more for wanton lust than honour, | |
| | Or than for strength and safety of our country. | |
| BONA | Dear brother, how shall Bona be revenged | |
| | But by thy help to this distressed queen? | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry live, | 215 |
| | Unless thou rescue him from foul despair? | |
| BONA | My quarrel and this English queen's are one. | |
| WARWICK | And mine, fair lady Bona, joins with yours. | |
| KING LEWIS XI | And mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret's. | |
| | Therefore at last I firmly am resolved | 220 |
| | You shall have aid. | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Let me give humble thanks for all at once. | |
| KING LEWIS XI | Then, England's messenger, return in post, | |
| | And tell false Edward, thy supposed king, | |
| | That Lewis of France is sending over masquers | 225 |
| | To revel it with him and his new bride: | |
| | Thou seest what's past, go fear thy king withal. | |
| BONA | Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly, | |
| | I'll wear the willow garland for his sake. | |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid aside, | 230 |
| | And I am ready to put armour on. | |
| WARWICK | Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong, | |
| | And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long. | |
| | There's thy reward: be gone. | |
| | Exit Post | |
| KING LEWIS XI | But, Warwick, | 235 |
| | Thou and Oxford, with five thousand men, | |
| | Shall cross the seas, and bid false Edward battle; | |
| | And, as occasion serves, this noble queen | |
| | And prince shall follow with a fresh supply. | |
| | Yet, ere thou go, but answer me one doubt, | 240 |
| | What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty? | |
| WARWICK | This shall assure my constant loyalty, | |
| | That if our queen and this young prince agree, | |
| | I'll join mine eldest daughter and my joy | |
| | To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands. | 245 |
| QUEEN MARGARET | Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion. | |
| | Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous, | |
| | Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick; | |
| | And, with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable, | |
| | That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine. | 250 |
| PRINCE EDWARD | Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it; | |
| | And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand. | |
| | He gives his hand to WARWICK | |
| KING LEWIS XI | Why stay we now? These soldiers shall be levied, | |
| | And thou, Lord Bourbon, our high admiral, | |
| | Shalt waft them over with our royal fleet. | 255 |
| | I long till Edward fall by war's mischance, | |
| | For mocking marriage with a dame of France. | |
| | Exeunt all but WARWICK | |
| WARWICK | I came from Edward as ambassador, | |
| | But I return his sworn and mortal foe: | |
| | Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me, | 260 |
| | But dreadful war shall answer his demand. | |
| | Had he none else to make a stale but me? | |
| | Then none but I shall turn his jest to sorrow. | |
| | I was the chief that raised him to the crown, | |
| | And I'll be chief to bring him down again: | 265 |
| | Not that I pity Henry's misery, | |
| | But seek revenge on Edward's mockery. | |
| | Exit | |