_Hast._ ’Tis better using France than trusting France: Let us be back’d with God and with the seas Which He hath given for fence impregnable, And with their helps only defend ourselves; [cda045] In them and in ourselves our safety lies. _Clar._ For this one speech Lord Hastings well deserves To have the heir of the Lord Hungerford. _K. Edw._ Ay, what of that? it was my will and grant; And for this once my will shall stand for law. ·cda050· _Glou._ And yet methinks your grace hath not done well, To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales Unto the brother of your loving bride; She better would have fitted me or Clarence: But in your bride you bury brotherhood. ·cda055· _Clar._ Or else you would not have bestow’d the heir Of the Lord Bonville on your new wife’s son, And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere. _K. Edw._ Alas, poor Clarence! is it for a wife That thou art malcontent? I will provide thee. ·cda060· _Clar._ In choosing for yourself, you show’d your judgement, [cda061] Which being shallow, you shall give me leave To play the broker in mine own behalf; [cda063] And to that end I shortly mind to leave you. _K. Edw._ Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be king, ·cda065· And not be tied unto his brother’s will. _Q. Eliz._ My lords, before it pleased his majesty To raise my state to title of a queen, Do me but right, and you must all confess That I was not ignoble of descent; ·cda070· And meaner than myself have had like fortune. But as this title honours me and mine, So your dislike, to whom I would be pleasing, [cda073] Doth cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow. _K. Edw._ My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns: ·cda075· What danger or what sorrow can befall thee, So long as Edward is thy constant friend, And their true sovereign, whom they must obey? Nay, whom they shall obey, and love thee too, Unless they seek for hatred at my hands; ·cda080· Which if they do, yet will I keep thee safe, And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath. _Glou._ I hear, yet say not much, but think the more. [cda083] [_Aside._ _Enter a_ Post. _K. Edw._ Now, messenger, what letters or what news [cda084] From France? ·cda085· _Post._ My sovereign liege, no letters; and few words, [cda086] But such as I, without your special pardon, Dare not relate. _K. Edw._ Go to, we pardon thee: therefore, in brief, [cda089] Tell me their words as near as thou canst guess them. ·cda090· What answer makes King Lewis unto our letters? [cda091] _Post._ At my depart, these were his very words: ‘Go tell false Edward, thy supposed king, [cda093] That Lewis of France is sending over masquers To revel it with him and his new bride.’ ·cda095· _K. Edw._ Is Lewis so brave? belike he thinks me Henry. But what said Lady Bona to my marriage?