_Q. Mar._ O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow. [ccc042] And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow! _Enter_ WARWICK. _K. Lew._ What’s he approacheth boldly to our presence? [ccc044] _Q. Mar._ Our Earl of Warwick, Edward’s greatest friend. [ccc045] _K. Lew._ Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France? [ccc046] [_He descends. She ariseth._ _Q. Mar._ Ay, now begins a second storm to rise; For this is he that moves both wind and tide. _War._ From worthy Edward, king of Albion, My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend, ·ccc050· I come, in kindness and unfeigned love, First, to do greetings to thy royal person; And then to crave a league of amity; And lastly, to confirm that amity With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant ·ccc055· That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister, To England’s king in lawful marriage. _Q. Mar._ [_Aside_] If that go forward, Henry’s hope is done. [ccc058] _War._ [_To Bona_] And, gracious madam, in our king’s behalf, [ccc059] I am commanded, with your leave and favour, ·ccc060· Humbly to kiss your hand and with my tongue [ccc061] 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. [ccc064] _Q. Mar._ King Lewis and Lady Bona, hear me speak, ·ccc065· 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 home, Unless abroad they purchase great alliance? ·ccc070· To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice, That Henry liveth still; but were he dead, Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry’s son. Look, therefore, Lewis, that by this league and marriage [ccc074] Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour; [ccc075] For though usurpers sway the rule awhile, Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs. _War._ Injurious Margaret! _Prince._ And why not queen? [ccc078] _War._ Because thy father Henry did usurp; And thou no more art prince than she is queen. ·ccc080· _Oxf._ Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt, Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain; And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth, Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest; And, after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth, ·ccc085· Who by his prowess conquered all France: From these our Henry lineally descends. _War._ Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse, You told not how Henry the Sixth hath lost All that which Henry the Fifth had gotten? ·ccc090· Methinks these peers of France should smile at that. But for the rest, you tell a pedigree Of threescore and two years; a silly time To make prescription for a kingdom’s worth. _Oxf._ Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege, ·ccc095· Whom thou obeyed’st thirty and six years, And not bewray thy treason with a blush?