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Scene IILondon. The palaceEnter King Edward IV, Gloucester, Clarence, and Lady GreyKing Edward IVBrother of Gloucester, at Saint Alban’s field This lady’s husband, Sir Richard 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.GloucesterYour highness shall do well to grant her suit; It were dishonour to deny it her.King Edward IVIt were no less; but yet I’ll make a pause.GloucesterAside to ClarenceYea, is it so? I see the lady hath a thing to grant, Before the king will grant her humble suit.ClarenceAside to GloucesterHe knows the game: how true he keeps the wind!GloucesterAside to ClarenceSilence!King Edward IVWidow, we will consider of your suit; And come some other time to know our mind.Lady GreyRight gracious lord, I cannot brook delay: May it please your highness to resolve me now; And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me.GloucesterAside to ClarenceAy, 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.ClarenceAside to GloucesterI fear her not, unless she chance to fall.GloucesterAside to ClarenceGod forbid that! for he’ll take vantages.King Edward IVHow many children hast thou, widow? tell me.ClarenceAside to GloucesterI think he means to beg a child of her.GloucesterAside to ClarenceNay, whip me then: he’ll rather give her two.Lady GreyThree, my most gracious lord.GloucesterAside to ClarenceYou shall have four, if you’ll be ruled by him.King Edward IV’Twere pity they should lose their father’s lands.Lady GreyBe pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then.King Edward IVLords, give us leave: I’ll try this widow’s wit.GloucesterAside to ClarenceAy, good leave have you; for you will have leave, Till youth take leave and leave you to the crutch.Gloucester and Clarence retireKing Edward IVNow tell me, madam, do you love your children?Lady GreyAy, full as dearly as I love myself.King Edward IVAnd would you not do much to do them good?Lady GreyTo do them good, I would sustain some harm.King Edward IVThen get your husband’s lands, to do them good.Lady GreyTherefore I came unto your majesty.King Edward IVI’ll tell you how these lands are to be got.Lady GreySo shall you bind me to your highness’ service.King Edward IVWhat service wilt thou do me, if I give them?Lady GreyWhat you command, that rests in me to do.King Edward IVBut you will take exceptions to my boon.Lady GreyNo, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.King Edward IVAy, but thou canst do what I mean to ask.Lady GreyWhy, then I will do what your grace commands.GloucesterAside to ClarenceHe plies her hard; and much rain wears the marble.ClarenceAside to GloucesterAs red as fire! nay, then her wax must melt.Lady GreyWhy stops my lord, shall I not hear my task?King Edward IVAn easy task; ’tis but to love a king.Lady GreyThat’s soon perform’d, because I am a subject.King Edward IVWhy, then, thy husband’s lands I freely give thee.Lady GreyI take my leave with many thousand thanks.GloucesterAside to ClarenceThe match is made; she seals it with a curtsy.King Edward IVBut stay thee, ’tis the fruits of love I mean.Lady GreyThe fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.King Edward IVAy, but, I fear me, in another sense. What love, think’st thou, I sue so much to get?Lady GreyMy love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers; That love which virtue begs and virtue grants.King Edward IVNo, by my troth, I did not mean such love.Lady GreyWhy, then you mean not as I thought you did.King Edward IVBut now you partly may perceive my mind.Lady GreyMy mind will never grant what I perceive Your highness aims at, if I aim aright.King Edward IVTo tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.Lady GreyTo tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.King Edward IVWhy, then thou shalt not have thy husband’s lands.Lady GreyWhy, then mine honesty shall be my dower; For by that loss I will not purchase them.King Edward IVTherein thou wrong’st thy children mightily.Lady GreyHerein your highness wrongs both them and me. But, mighty lord, this merry inclination Accords not with the sadness of my suit: Please you dismiss me either with ‘ay’ or ’no.‘King Edward IVAy, if thou wilt say ‘ay’ to my request; No if thou dost say ’no’ to my demand.Lady GreyThen, no, my lord. My suit is at an end.GloucesterAside to ClarenceThe widow likes him not, she knits her brows.ClarenceAside to GloucesterHe is the bluntest wooer in Christendom.King Edward IVAsideHer looks do argue her replete with modesty; Her words do show her wit incomparable; All her perfections challenge sovereignty: One way or other, she is for a king; And she shall be my love, or else my queen.— Say that King Edward take thee for his queen?Lady Grey’Tis better said than done, my gracious lord: I am a subject fit to jest withal, But far unfit to be a sovereign.King Edward IVSweet widow, by my state I swear to thee I speak no more than what my soul intends; And that is, to enjoy thee for my love.Lady GreyAnd that is more than I will yield unto: I know I am too mean to be your queen, And yet too good to be your concubine.King Edward IVYou cavil, widow: I did mean, my queen.Lady Grey’Twill grieve your grace my sons should call you father.King Edward IVNo more than when my daughters call thee mother. Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children; And, by God’s mother, I, being but a bachelor, Have other some: why, ’tis a happy thing To be the father unto many sons. Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen.GloucesterAside to ClarenceThe ghostly father now hath done his shrift.ClarenceAside to GloucesterWhen he was made a shriver, ’twas for shift.King Edward IVBrothers, you muse what chat we two have had.GloucesterThe widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.King Edward IVYou’ll think it strange if I should marry her.ClarenceTo whom, my lord?King Edward IVWhy, Clarence, to myself.GloucesterThat would be ten days’ wonder at the least.ClarenceThat’s a day longer than a wonder lasts.GloucesterBy so much is the wonder in extremes.King Edward IVWell, jest on, brothers: I can tell you both Her suit is granted for her husband’s lands.Enter a NoblemanNoblemanMy gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken, And brought your prisoner to your palace gate.King Edward IVSee that he be convey’d unto the Tower: And go we, brothers, to the man that took him, To question of his apprehension. Widow, go you along. Lords, use her honourably.Exeunt all but GloucesterGloucesterAy, Edward will use women honourably. Would he were wasted, marrow, bones and all, That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring, To cross me from the golden time I look for! And yet, between my soul’s desire and me— The lustful Edward’s title buried— Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward, And all the unlook’d for issue of their bodies, To take their rooms, ere I can place myself: A cold premeditation for my purpose! Why, then, I do but dream on sovereignty; Like one that stands upon a promontory, And spies a far-off shore where he would tread, Wishing his foot were equal with his eye, And chides the sea that sunders him from thence, Saying, he’ll lade it dry to have his way: So do I wish the crown, being so far off; And so I chide the means that keeps me from it; And so I say, I’ll cut the causes off, Flattering me with impossibilities. My eye’s too quick, my heart o’erweens too much, Unless my hand and strength could equal them. Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard; What other pleasure can the world afford? I’ll make my heaven in a lady’s lap, And deck my body in gay ornaments, And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks. O miserable thought! and more unlikely Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns! Why, love forswore me in my mother’s womb: And, for I should not deal in her soft laws, She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe, To shrink mine arm up like a wither’d shrub; To make an envious mountain on my back, Where sits deformity to mock my body; To shape my legs of an unequal size; To disproportion me in every part, Like to a chaos, or an unlick’d bear-whelp That carries no impression like the dam. And am I then a man to be beloved? O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought! Then, since this earth affords no joy to me, But to command, to cheque, to o’erbear such As are of better person than myself, I’ll make my heaven to dream upon the crown, And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell, Until my mis-shaped trunk that bears this head Be round impaled with a glorious crown. And yet I know not how to get the crown, For many lives stand between me and home: And I,—like one lost in a thorny wood, That rends the thorns and is rent with the thorns, Seeking a way and straying from the way; Not knowing how to find the open air, But toiling desperately to find it out,— Torment myself to catch the English crown: And from that torment I will free myself, Or hew my way out with a bloody axe. Why, I can smile, and murder whiles I smile, And cry ‘Content’ to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions. I’ll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall; I’ll slay more gazers than the basilisk; I’ll play the orator as well as Nestor, Deceive more slily than Ulysses could, And, like a Sinon, take another Troy. I can add colours to the chameleon, Change shapes with Proteus for advantages, And set the murderous Machiavel to school. Can I do this, and cannot get a crown? Tut, were it farther off, I’ll pluck it down.Exit3 King Henry VI

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