The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 5 of 9]

Enter the Queene and the Lord Riuers.

♦ Riuers. Tel me good maddam, why is your grace

So passionate of late?

♦ Queen. Why brother Riuers, heare you not the newes,

Of that successe king Edward had of late?

5 Riu. What? losse of some pitcht battaile against Warwike,

Tush, feare not faire Queen, but cast those cares aside.

King Edwards noble mind his honours doth display:

And Warwike maie loose, though then he got the day.

Queen. If that were all, my griefes were at an end:

10 But greater troubles will I feare befall.

♦ Riu. What, is he taken prisoner by the foe,

To the danger of his royall person then?

♦ Queen. I, thears my griefe, king Edward is surprisde,

♦ And led awaie, as prisoner vnto Yorke.

15 Riu. The newes is passing strange, I must confesse:

Yet comfort your selfe, for Edward hath more friends,

Then Lancaster at this time must perceiue,

That some will set him in his throne againe.

Queen. God grant they maie, but gentle brother come,

20 And let me leane vpon thine arme a while,

Vntill I come vnto the sanctuarie,

There to preserue the fruit within my wombe,

K. Edwards seed true heire to Englands crowne. Exit.

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