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Right gracious Lord, I cannot brook delay: May it please your Highness to resolve me now, And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me. Three, my most gracious Lord. Be pitiful, dread Lord, and grant it then. I, full as dearly as I love my self. To do them good, I would sustain some harm. Therefore I came unto your Majesty. So shall you bind me to your Highness service. What you command, that rests in me to do. No, gracious Lord, except I cannot do it. Why then I will do what your Grace come mands. Why stops my Lord? shall I not hear my Task? That's soon performed, because I am a Subject. I take my leave with many thousand thanks. The fruits of Love, I mean, my loving Liege. My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers, That love which Virtue begs, and Virtue grants. Why then you mean not, as I thought you did. My mind will never grant what I perceive Your Highness aims at, if I aim aright. To tell you plain, I had rather lie in Prison. Why then mine Honesty shall be my Dower, For by that lose, I will not purchase them. Herein your Highness wrongs both them & me: But mighty Lord, this merry inclination Accords not with the sadness of my suit: Please you dismiss me, either with I, or no. Then No, my Lord: my suit is at and end. It's better said then done, my gracious Lord: I am a subject fit to jest withal, But far unfit to be a Sovereign. And that is more then I will yield unto: I know, I am too mean to be your Queen, And yet too good to be your Concubine. It'll grieve your Grace, my Sons should call you Father. 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, And meaner then my self have had Like fortune, But as this Title honours me and mine, So your dislikes, to whom I would be pleasing, Does cloud my joys with danger, and with sorrow. Why Brother Rivers, are you yet to learn What late misfortune is befallen King Edward ? No, but the lose of his own Royal person. I almost slain, for he is taken prisoner, Either betrayed by falsehood of his Guard, Or by his Foe surprised at unawares: And as I further have to understand, Is new committed to the Bishop of York, Fell Warwick's Brother, and by that our Foe. Till then, fair hope must hinder lives decay: And I the rather wain me from despair For love of Edwards Offspring in my womb: This is it that makes me bridle passion, And bear with Mildness my misfortunes cross: I, I, for this I draw in many a tear, And stop the rising of bloodsucking sighs, Least with my sighs or tears, I blast or drown King Edwards Fruit, true heir to the English Crown. I am informed that he comes towards London, To set the Crown once more on Henries head, Guess thou the rest, King Edwards Friends must down. But to prevent the Tyrants violence, (For trust not him that hath once broken Faith) I'll hence forthwith unto the Sanctuary, To save (at least) the heir of Edwards right: There shall I rest secure from force and fraud: Come therefore let us fly, while we may fly, If Warwick take us, we are sure to die.