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*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
*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.
SCENE V. A Park near Middleham Castle in Yorkshire.1
Enter GLOSTER, HASTINGS, SIR WILLIAM STANLEY, and others.
Glo. Now, my lord Hastings, and sir William
Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither, • Into this chiefest thicket of the park.
Thus stands the case:-You know, our king, my brother,
Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands
He hath good usage and great liberty;
And often, but attended with weak guard,
1 Shakspeare follows Holinshed in the representation here given of king Edward's capture and imprisonment. The whole, however, is untrue Edward was never in the hands of Warwick.
'Comes hunting this way to disport himself. I have advértised him by secret means,
That if, about this hour, he make this way, Under the color of his usual game, 'He shall here find his friends, with horse and men, To set him free from his captivity.
Enter KING EDWARD and a Huntsman. Hunt. This way, my lord; for this way lies the game.
K. Edw. Nay, this way, man; see, where the huntsmen stand.Now, brother of Gloster, lord Hastings, and the rest, 'Stand you thus close to steal the bishop's decr?
Glo. Brother, the time and case requireth haste; 'Your horse stands ready at the park corner.
K. Edw. But whither shall we then?
'Hast. To Lynn, my lord; and ship from thence to Flanders.
'Glo. Well guessed, believe me; for that was my meaning.
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 hanged. *Glo. Come then, away; let's have no more ado. K. Edw. Bishop, farewell: shield thee from Warwick's frown;
pray that I may repossess the crown.
SCENE VI. A Room in the Tower.
Enter KING HENRY, CLARENCE, WARWICK, SOMERSET, Young RICHMOND, OXFORD, MONTAGUE, Lieutenant of the Tower, and Attendants.
*K. Hen. Master lieutenant, now that God and friends
* Have shaken Edward from the regal seat;
* And turned my captive state to liberty,
*Lieu. Subjects may challenge nothing of their
* 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, *They quite forget their loss of liberty.*But, Warwick, after God, thou set'st me free, *And chiefly therefore I thank God, and thee; *He was the author, thou the instrument. * Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite, * By living low, where fortune cannot hurt me; * And that the people of this blessed land
May not be punished with my thwarting stars; 'Warwick, although my head still wear the crown, I here resign my government to thee,
For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.
* War. Your grace hath still been famed for virtuous;
* And now may seem as wise as virtuous,
By spying, and avoiding, fortune's malice, *For few men rightly temper with the stars: * Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace, *For choosing me, when Clarence is in place.
* Clar. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway, * To whom the Heavens, in thy nativity, Adjudged an olive branch and laurel crown, * As likely to be blessed in peace and war; * And therefore I yield thee my free consent. *War. And I chose Clarence only for protector. *K. Hen. Warwick, and Clarence, give me both your hands;
1 Few men accommodate themselves to their destiny, or adapt them selves to circumstance.
*Now join your hands, and, with your hands, your hearts,
*That no dissension hinder government: 'I make you both protectors of this land; While I myself will lead a private life, And in devotion spend my latter days, To sin's rebuke, and my Creator's praise.
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
*We'll yoke together, like a double shadow
* Forthwith that Edward be pronounced a traitor, * And all his lands and goods be confiscate.
Clar. What else? and that succession be determined. * 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 eclipsed.
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 lad1 will prove our country's bliss.
1 This was adopted from Hall by the author of the old play; Holinshed also copies Hall almost verbatim :—“ Whom when the king had a good while beheld. he said to such princes as were with him, Lo, surelie this is
His looks are full of peaceful majesty;
His head by nature framed to wear a crown,
Likely, in time, to bless a regal throne.
Make much of him, my lords; for this is he,
• Must help you more than you are hurt by me.
Enter a Messenger.
* War. What news, my friend?
* Mess. That Edward is escaped from your brother, *And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.
War. Unsavory news; but how made he escape? * Mess. He was conveyed by Richard duke of Gloster,
* And the lord Hastings, who attended him
* In secret ambush on the forest side,
* And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him; *For hunting was his daily exercise.
*War. My brother was too careless of his charge. * But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide * A salve for any sore that may betide.
[Exeunt KING HENRY, WAR., CLAR., Lieut., and Attendants.
*Som. My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's; * For, doubtless, Burgundy will yield him help; *And we shall have more wars, before't be long. * As Henry's late presaging prophecy *Did glad my heart with hope of this young Rich
he, to whom both we and our adversaries, leaving the possession of all things, shall hereafter give roome and place," p. 678. Henry earl of Richmond was the son of Edmond earl of Richmond, and Margaret, daughter to John the first duke of Somerset. Edmond was half-brother to king Henry VI., being the son of that king's mother, queen Catharine, by her second husband, Owen Tudor. Henry the Seventh, to show his gratitude to Henry VI. for this early presage in his favor, solicited pope Julius to canonize him a saint; but either would not pay the price, or, as Bacon supposes, the pope refused, lest," as Henry was reputed in the world abroad but for a simple man, the estimation of that kind of honor might be diminished if there were not a distance kept between innocents and saints."