The Same. A Room in the Palace. | |
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KING EDWARD is discovered sitting on his throne: QUEEN ELIZABETH with the infant Prince, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, and Others, near him. | |
| K. Edw. Once more we sit in England’s royal throne, | |
| Re-purchas’d with the blood of enemies. | 4 |
| What valiant foemen like to autumn’s corn, | |
| Have we mow’d down, in tops of all their pride! | |
| Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renown’d | |
| For hardy and undoubted champions; | 8 |
| Two Cliffords, as the father and the son; | |
| And two Northumberlands: two braver men | |
| Ne’er spurr’d their coursers at the trumpet’s sound; | |
| With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague, | 12 |
| That in their chains fetter’d the kingly lion, | |
| And made the forest tremble when they roar’d. | |
| Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat, | |
| And made our footstool of security. | 16 |
| Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy. | |
| Young Ned, for thee thine uncles and myself | |
| Have in our armours watch’d the winter’s night; | |
| Went all a-foot in summer’s scalding heat, | 20 |
| That thou might’st repessess the crown in peace; | |
| And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain. | |
| Glo. [Aside.] I’ll blast his harvest, if your head were laid; | |
| For yet I am not look’d on in the world. | 24 |
| This shoulder was ordain’d so thick to heave; | |
| And heave it shall some weight, or break my back: | |
| Work thou the way, and thou shalt execute. | |
| K. Edw. Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen; | 28 |
| And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both. | |
| Clar. The duty, that I owe unto your majesty, | |
| I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe. | |
| K. Edw. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks. | 32 |
| Glo. And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang’st, | |
| Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit. | |
| [Aside.] To say the truth, so Judas kiss’d his master, | |
| And cried ‘all hail!’ when as he meant all harm. | 36 |
| K. Edw. Now am I seated as my soul delights, | |
| Having my country’s peace and brothers’ loves. | |
| Clar. What will your Grace have done with Margaret? | |
| Reignier, her father, to the King of France | 40 |
| Hath pawn’d the Sicils and Jerusalem, | |
| And hither have they sent it for her ransom. | |
| K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence to France. | |
| And now what rests but that we spend the time | 44 |
| With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows, | |
| Such as befit the pleasure of the court? | |
| Sound, drums and trumpets! farewell, sour annoy! | |
| For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. [Exeunt. | 48 |
