The third Part of Henry the Sixt.
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This Ladyes Husband, Sir Richard Grey, was slaine,
His Land then seiz'd on by the Conqueror,
Her suit is now, to repossesse those Lands,
Which wee in Iustice cannot well deny,
Because in Quarrell of the House of Yorke,
The worthy Gentleman did lose his Life.
His Land then seiz'd on by the Conqueror,
Her suit is now, to repossesse those Lands,
Which wee in Iustice cannot well deny,
Because in Quarrell of the House of Yorke,
The worthy Gentleman did lose his Life.
Rich.
Your Highnesse shall doe well to graunt her suit:
It were dishonor to deny it her.
Your Highnesse shall doe well to graunt her suit:
It were dishonor to deny it her.
King.
It were no lesse, but yet Ile make a pawse.
It were no lesse, but yet Ile make a pawse.
Rich.
Yea, is it so:
I see the Lady hath a thing to graunt,
Before the King will graunt her humble suit.
Yea, is it so:
I see the Lady hath a thing to graunt,
Before the King will graunt her humble suit.
Clarence.
Hee knowes the Game, how true hee keepes the winde?
Hee knowes the Game, how true hee keepes the winde?
Rich.
Silence.
Silence.
King.
Widow, we will consider of your suit,
And come some other time to know our minde.
Widow, we will consider of your suit,
And come some other time to know our minde.
Wid.
Right gracious Lord, I cannot brooke delay:
May it please your Highnesse to resolue me now,
And what your pleasure is, shall satisfie me.
Right gracious Lord, I cannot brooke delay:
May it please your Highnesse to resolue me now,
And what your pleasure is, shall satisfie me.
Rich.
I Widow? then Ile warrant you all your Lands,
And if what pleases him, shall pleasure you:
Fight closer, or good faith you'le catch a Blow.
I Widow? then Ile warrant you all your Lands,
And if what pleases him, shall pleasure you:
Fight closer, or good faith you'le catch a Blow.
Clarence.
I feare her not, vnlesse she chance to fall.
I feare her not, vnlesse she chance to fall.
Rich.
God forbid that, for hee'le take vantages.
God forbid that, for hee'le take vantages.
King.
How many Children hast thou, Widow? tell me.
How many Children hast thou, Widow? tell me.
Clarence.
I thinke he meanes to begge a Child of her.
I thinke he meanes to begge a Child of her.
Rich.
Nay then whip me: hee'le rather giue her two.
Nay then whip me: hee'le rather giue her two.
Wid.
Three, my most gracious Lord.
Three, my most gracious Lord.
Rich.
You shall haue foure, if you'le be rul'd by him.
You shall haue foure, if you'le be rul'd by him.
King.
'Twere pittie they should lose their Fathers Lands.
'Twere pittie they should lose their Fathers Lands.
Wid.
Be pittifull, dread Lord, and graunt it then.
Be pittifull, dread Lord, and graunt it then.
King.
Lords giue vs leaue, Ile trye this Widowes wit.
Lords giue vs leaue, Ile trye this Widowes wit.
Rich.
I, good leaue haue you, for you will haue leaue,
Till Youth take leaue, and leaue you to the Crutch.
I, good leaue haue you, for you will haue leaue,
Till Youth take leaue, and leaue you to the Crutch.
King.
Now tell me, Madame, doe you loue your Children?
Now tell me, Madame, doe you loue your Children?
Wid.
I, full as dearely as I loue my selfe.
I, full as dearely as I loue my selfe.
King.
And would you not doe much to doe them good?
And would you not doe much to doe them good?
Wid.
To doe them good, I would sustayne some harme.
To doe them good, I would sustayne some harme.
King.
Then get your Husbands Lands, to doe them good.
Then get your Husbands Lands, to doe them good.
Wid.
Therefore I came vnto your Maiestie.
Therefore I came vnto your Maiestie.
King.
Ile tell you how these Lands are to be got.
Ile tell you how these Lands are to be got.
Wid.
So shall you bind me to your Highnesse seruice.
So shall you bind me to your Highnesse seruice.
King.
What seruice wilt thou doe me, if I giue them?
What seruice wilt thou doe me, if I giue them?
Wid.
What you command, that rests in me to doe.
What you command, that rests in me to doe.
King.
But you will take exceptions to my Boone.
But you will take exceptions to my Boone.
Wid.
No, gracious Lord, except I cannot doe it.
No, gracious Lord, except I cannot doe it.
King.
I, but thou canst doe what I meane to aske.
I, but thou canst doe what I meane to aske.
Wid.
Why then I will doe what your Grace commands.
Why then I will doe what your Grace commands.
Rich.
Hee plyes her hard, and much Raine weares the Marble.
Hee plyes her hard, and much Raine weares the Marble.
Clar.
As red as fire? nay then, her Wax must melt.
As red as fire? nay then, her Wax must melt.
Wid.
Why stoppes my Lord? shall I not heare my Taske?
Why stoppes my Lord? shall I not heare my Taske?
King.
An easie Taske, 'tis but to loue a King.
An easie Taske, 'tis but to loue a King.
Wid.
That's soone perform'd, because I am a Subiect.
That's soone perform'd, because I am a Subiect.
King.
Why then, thy Husbands Lands I freely giue thee.
Why then, thy Husbands Lands I freely giue thee.
Wid.
I take my leaue with many thousand thankes.
I take my leaue with many thousand thankes.
Rich.
The Match is made, shee seales it with a Cursie.
The Match is made, shee seales it with a Cursie.
King.
But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of loue I meane.
But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of loue I meane.
Wid.
The fruits of Loue, I meane, my louing Liege.
The fruits of Loue, I meane, my louing Liege.
King.
I, but I feare me in another sence.
What Loue, think'st thou, I sue so much to get?
I, but I feare me in another sence.
What Loue, think'st thou, I sue so much to get?
Wid.
My loue till death, my humble thanks, my prayers,
That loue which Vertue begges, and Vertue graunts.
My loue till death, my humble thanks, my prayers,
That loue which Vertue begges, and Vertue graunts.
King.
No, by my troth, I did not meane such loue.
No, by my troth, I did not meane such loue.
Wid.
Why then you meane not, as I thought you did.
Why then you meane not, as I thought you did.
King.
But now you partly may perceiue my minde.
But now you partly may perceiue my minde.
Wid.
My minde will neuer graunt what I perceiue
Your Highnesse aymes at, if I ayme aright.
My minde will neuer graunt what I perceiue
Your Highnesse aymes at, if I ayme aright.
King.
To tell thee plaine, I ayme to lye with thee.
To tell thee plaine, I ayme to lye with thee.
Wid.
To tell you plaine, I had rather lye in Prison.
To tell you plaine, I had rather lye in Prison.
King.
Why then thou shalt not haue thy Husbands Lands.
Why then thou shalt not haue thy Husbands Lands.
Wid.
Why then mine Honestie shall be my Dower,
For by that losse, I will not purchase them.
Why then mine Honestie shall be my Dower,
For by that losse, I will not purchase them.
King.
Therein thou wrong'st thy Children mightily.
Therein thou wrong'st thy Children mightily.
Wid.
Herein your Highnesse wrongs both them & me:
But mightie Lord, this merry inclination
Accords not with the sadnesse of my suit:
Please you dismisse me, eyther with I, or no.
Herein your Highnesse wrongs both them & me:
But mightie Lord, this merry inclination
Accords not with the sadnesse of my suit:
Please you dismisse me, eyther with I, or no.
King.
I, if thou wilt say I to my request:
No, if thou do'st say No to my demand.
I, if thou wilt say I to my request:
No, if thou do'st say No to my demand.
Wid.
Then No, my Lord: my suit is at an end.
Then No, my Lord: my suit is at an end.
Rich.
The Widow likes him not, shee knits her Browes.
The Widow likes him not, shee knits her Browes.
Clarence.
Hee is the bluntest Wooer in Christendome.
Hee is the bluntest Wooer in Christendome.
King.
Her Looks doth argue her replete with Modesty,
Her Words doth shew her Wit incomparable,
All her perfections challenge Soueraigntie,
One way, or other, shee is for a King,
And shee shall be my Loue, or else my Queene.
Say, that King Edward take thee for his Queene?
Her Looks doth argue her replete with Modesty,
Her Words doth shew her Wit incomparable,
All her perfections challenge Soueraigntie,
One way, or other, shee is for a King,
And shee shall be my Loue, or else my Queene.
Say, that King Edward take thee for his Queene?
Wid.
'Tis better said then done, my gracious Lord:
I am a subiect fit to ieast withall,
But farre vnfit to be a Soueraigne.
'Tis better said then done, my gracious Lord:
I am a subiect fit to ieast withall,
But farre vnfit to be a Soueraigne.
King.
Sweet Widow, by my State I sweare to thee,
I speake no more then what my Soule intends,
And that is, to enioy thee for my Loue.
Sweet Widow, by my State I sweare to thee,
I speake no more then what my Soule intends,
And that is, to enioy thee for my Loue.
Wid.
And that is more then I will yeeld vnto:
I know, I am too meane to be your Queene,
And yet too good to be your Concubine.
And that is more then I will yeeld vnto:
I know, I am too meane to be your Queene,
And yet too good to be your Concubine.
King.
You cauill, Widow, I did meane my Queene.
You cauill, Widow, I did meane my Queene.
Wid.
'Twill grieue your Grace, my Sonnes should call
you Father.
'Twill grieue your Grace, my Sonnes should call
you Father.
King.
No more, then when my Daughters
Call thee Mother.
Thou art a Widow, and thou hast some Children,
And by Gods Mother, I being but a Batchelor,
Haue other-some. Why, 'tis a happy thing,
To be the Father vnto many Sonnes:
Answer no more, for thou shalt be my Queene.
No more, then when my Daughters
Call thee Mother.
Thou art a Widow, and thou hast some Children,
And by Gods Mother, I being but a Batchelor,
Haue other-some. Why, 'tis a happy thing,
To be the Father vnto many Sonnes:
Answer no more, for thou shalt be my Queene.
Rich.
The Ghostly Father now hath done his Shrift.
The Ghostly Father now hath done his Shrift.
Clarence.
When hee was made a Shriuer, 'twas for shift.
When hee was made a Shriuer, 'twas for shift.
King.
Brothers, you muse what Chat wee two haue had.
Brothers, you muse what Chat wee two haue had.
Rich.
The Widow likes it not, for shee lookes very sad.
The Widow likes it not, for shee lookes very sad.
King.
You'ld thinke it strange, if I should marrie her.
You'ld thinke it strange, if I should marrie her.
Clarence.
To who, my Lord?
To who, my Lord?
King.
Why Clarence, to my selfe.
Why Clarence, to my selfe.
Rich. That
