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George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].
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SCENE I. Changes to England. Enter Gloucester, Clarence, Somerset and Montague.

Gloucester.
Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you
Of this new marriage with the lady Gray?
Hath not our brother made a worthy choice?

Clar.
Alas, you know 'tis far from hence to France:
How could he stay 'till Warwick made return?

Som.
My lords, forbear this talk: here comes the King.
Flourish. Enter King Edward, Lady Gray as Queen, Pembroke, Stafford, and Hastings: Four stand on one side, and four on the other.

Glo.
And his well-chosen bride.

Clar.
I mind to tell him plainly what I think.

K. Edw.
Now brother Clarence, how like you our choice,
That you stand pensive as half malecontent?

Clar.
As well as Lewis of France, or th' Earl of Warwick,
Which are so weak of courage, and in judgment,
That they'll take no offence at our abuse.

K. Edw.
Suppose they take offence without a cause:
They are but Lewis and Warwick, I am Edward,
Your King and Warwick's, and must have my will.

Glo.
And you shall have your will, because our King.
Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.

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K. Edw.
Yea, brother Richard, you offended too?

Glo.
Not I; no: God forbid that I should wish
Them severed whom God hath join'd together.
Pity to sunder them, that yoak so well.

K. Edw.
Setting your scorns and your mislike aside,
Tell me some reason why the lady Gray
Should not become my wife, and England's Queen?
And you too, Somerset and Montague,
Speak freely what you think.

Clar.
Then this is my opinion; that King Lewis
Becomes your enemy, for mocking him
About the marriage of the lady Bona.

Glo.
And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge,
Is now dishonoured by this new marriage.

K. Edw.
What if both Lewis and Warwick be appeas'd,
By such invention as I can devise?

Mont.
Yet to have join'd with France in such alliance,
Would more have strengthen'd this our commonwealth
'Gainst foreign storms, than any home-bred marriage.

Hast.
Why, knows not Montague that of it self
England is safe, if true within it self?

Mont.
Yes, but the safer when 'tis back'd with France.

Hast.
'Tis better using France, than trusting France.
Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas,
Which he hath giv'n for fence impregnable,
And with their helps alone defend our selves:
In them, and in our selves, our safety lyes.

Clar.
For this one speech, lord Hastings well deserves
To have the heir of the lord Hungerford.

K. Edw.
Ay, what of that? it was my will and grant,
And for this once my will shall stand for law.

Glo.
And yet methinks your grace hath not done well,
To give the heir and daughter of lord Scales

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Unto the brother of your loving bride;
She better would have fitted me or Clarence;
But in your bride you bury brotherhood.

Clar.
Or else you would not have bestow'd the heir
Of the lord Bonvill on your new wife's son,
And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere.

K. Edw.
Alas, poor Clarence! is it for a wife
That thou art malecontent? I will provide thee.

Clar.
In chusing for your self, you shew'd your judgment;
Which being shallow, you shall give me leave
To play the broker in mine own behalf;
And to that end I shortly mind to leave you.

K. Edw.
Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be King;
And not be ty'd unto his brother's will.

L. Gray.
My lords, before it pleas'd his Majesty
To raise my state to title of a Queen,
Do me but right, and you must all confess
That I was not ignoble of descent,
And meaner than my self have had like fortune.
But as this title honours me and mine,
So your dislikes, to whom I would be pleasing,
Do cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.

K. Edw.
My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns;
What danger or what sorrow can befall thee,
So long as Edward is thy constant friend,
And their true Sov'raign, whom they must obey?
Nay whom they shall obey, and love thee too,
Unless they seek for hatred at my hands:
Which if they do, yet will I keep thee safe,
And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath.

Glo.
I hear, yet say not much, but think the more.

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George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].
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