Henry VI, Part III by William Shakespeare






Act 3 - Scene 3



France. KING LEWIS XI’s palace.



King Lewis XI : Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret, [p]Sit down with us: it ill
befits thy state [p]And birth, that thou shouldst stand while Lewis
doth sit.

King Lewis XI : Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this deep despair?

King Lewis XI : Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself, [p]And sit thee by our
side: [p][Seats her by him] [p]Yield not thy neck [p]To fortune's
yoke, but let thy dauntless mind [p]Still ride in triumph over all
mischance. [p]Be plain, Queen Margaret, and tell thy grief; [p]It
shall be eased, if France can yield relief.

King Lewis XI : Renowned queen, with patience calm the storm, [p]While we bethink a
means to break it off.

King Lewis XI : The more I stay, the more I'll succor thee.

King Lewis XI : What's he approacheth boldly to our presence?

King Lewis XI : Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France?

King Lewis XI : Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford, [p]Vouchsafe, at our
request, to stand aside, [p]While I use further conference with
Warwick.

King Lewis XI : Now Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience, [p]Is Edward your true
king? for I were loath [p]To link with him that were not lawful
chosen.

King Lewis XI : But is he gracious in the people's eye?

King Lewis XI : Then further, all dissembling set aside, [p]Tell me for truth the
measure of his love [p]Unto our sister Bona.

King Lewis XI : Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.

Bona : Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine: [p][To WARWICK] [p]Yet I
confess that often ere this day, [p]When I have heard your king's
desert recounted, [p]Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire.

King Lewis XI : Then, Warwick, thus: our sister shall be Edward's; [p]And now
forthwith shall articles be drawn [p]Touching the jointure that your
king must make, [p]Which with her dowry shall be
counterpoised. [p]Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness [p]That
Bona shall be wife to the English king.

King Lewis XI : And still is friend to him and Margaret: [p]But if your title to the
crown be weak, [p]As may appear by Edward's good success, [p]Then 'tis
but reason that I be released [p]From giving aid which late I
promised. [p]Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand [p]That your
estate requires and mine can yield.

King Lewis XI : Warwick, this is some post to us or thee.

Post : [To WARWICK] My lord ambassador, these letters are for you, [p]Sent
from your brother, Marquess Montague: [p][To KING LEWIS XI] [p]These
from our king unto your majesty: [p][To QUEEN MARGARET] [p]And, madam,
these for you; from whom I know not.

King Lewis XI : Warwick, what are thy news? and yours, fair queen?

King Lewis XI : What! has your king married the Lady Grey! [p]And now, to soothe your
forgery and his, [p]Sends me a paper to persuade me patience? [p]Is
this the alliance that he seeks with France? [p]Dare he presume to
scorn us in this manner?

Bona : Dear brother, how shall Bona be revenged [p]But by thy help to this
distressed queen?

Bona : My quarrel and this English queen's are one.

King Lewis XI : And mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret's. [p]Therefore at last I
firmly am resolved [p]You shall have aid.

King Lewis XI : Then, England's messenger, return in post, [p]And tell false Edward,
thy supposed king, [p]That Lewis of France is sending over
masquers [p]To revel it with him and his new bride: [p]Thou seest
what's past, go fear thy king withal.

Bona : Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly, [p]I'll wear the
willow garland for his sake.

King Lewis XI : But, Warwick, [p]Thou and Oxford, with five thousand men, [p]Shall
cross the seas, and bid false Edward battle; [p]And, as occasion
serves, this noble queen [p]And prince shall follow with a fresh
supply. [p]Yet, ere thou go, but answer me one doubt, [p]What pledge
have we of thy firm loyalty?

King Lewis XI : Why stay we now? These soldiers shall be levied, [p]And thou, Lord
Bourbon, our high admiral, [p]Shalt waft them over with our royal
fleet. [p]I long till Edward fall by war's mischance, [p]For mocking
marriage with a dame of France.



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