O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow.
And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow!
KING LEWIS XI
What's he approacheth boldly to our presence?
Our Earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend.
KING LEWIS XI
Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France?
He descends. She ariseth
Ay, now begins a second storm to rise;
For this is he that moves both wind and tide.
From worthy Edward, King of Albion,
My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend,
I come, in kindness
and unfeigned love,
First, to do greetings to thy royal person;
And then to crave a league of amity;
lastly, to confirm that amity
With a nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant
That virtuous Lady Bona, thy
To England's king in lawful marriage.
[Aside] If that go forward, Henry's hope is done.
[To BONA] And, gracious madam, in our king's behalf,
I am commanded, with your leave and favour,
to kiss your hand, and with my tongue
To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart;
Where fame, late entering
at his heedful ears,
Hath placed thy beauty's image and thy virtue.
King Lewis and Lady Bona, hear me speak,
Before you answer Warwick. His demand
Springs not from
Edward's well-meant honest love,
But from deceit bred by necessity;
For how can tyrants safely govern
Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?
To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice,
liveth still: but were he dead,
Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry's son.
Look, therefore, Lewis,
that by this league and marriage
Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour;
For though usurpers sway
the rule awhile,
Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.
And why not queen?
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