_K. Edw._ Ay, if thou wilt say ‘ay’ to my request; No, if thou dost say ‘no’ to my demand. ·ccb080· _L. Grey._ Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an end. _Glou._ [_Aside to Clar._] The widow likes him not, she knits her brows. [ccb082] _Clar._ [_Aside to Glou._] He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom. [ccb083] _K. Edw._ [_Aside_] Her looks do argue her replete with modesty; [ccb084] Her words do show her wit incomparable; ·ccb085· All her perfections challenge sovereignty: One way or other, she is for a king; And she shall be my love, or else my queen.-- Say that King Edward take thee for his queen? _L. Grey._ ’Tis better said than done, my gracious lord: ·ccb090· I am a subject fit to jest withal, But far unfit to be a sovereign. _K. Edw._ Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee I speak no more than what my soul intends; And that is, to enjoy thee for my love. ·ccb095· _L. Grey._ And that is more than I will yield unto: I know I am too mean to be your queen, And yet too good to be your concubine. _K. Edw._ You cavil, widow: I did mean, my queen. _L. Grey._ ’Twill grieve your grace my sons should call you father. [ccb100] _K. Edw._ No more than when my daughters call thee mother. [ccb101] Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children; And, by God’s mother, I, being but a bachelor, Have other some: why, ’tis a happy thing To be the father unto many sons. ·ccb105· Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen. _Glou._ [_Aside to Clar._] The ghostly father now hath done his shrift. _Clar._ [_Aside to Glou._] When he was made a shriver, ’twas for shift. [ccb108] _K. Edw._ Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had. _Glou._ The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad. [ccb110] _K. Edw._ You’ld think it strange if I should marry her. _Clar._ To whom, my lord? _K. Edw._ Why, Clarence, to myself. [ccb112] _Glou._ That would be ten days’ wonder at the least. _Clar._ That’s a day longer than a wonder lasts. _Glou._ By so much is the wonder in extremes. ·ccb115· _K. Edw._ Well, jest on, brothers: I can tell you both Her suit is granted for her husband’s lands. _Enter a_ Nobleman. _Nob._ My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken, And brought your prisoner to your palace gate. [ccb119] _K. Edw._ See that he be convey’d unto the Tower: ·ccb120· And go we, brothers, to the man that took him, To question of his apprehension. Widow, go you along. Lords, use her honourably. [ccb123] [_Exeunt all but Gloucester._