King. But did you neuer sweare, and breake an Oath
Hum. No, neuer such an Oath, nor will not now
King. Where did you dwell when I was K[ing]. of England? Hum. Heere in this Country, where we now remaine
King. I was annointed King at nine monthes old, My Father, and my Grandfather were Kings: And you were sworne true Subiects vnto me: And tell me then, haue you not broke your Oathes? Sin. No, for we were Subiects, but while you wer king King. Why? Am I dead? Do I not breath a Man? Ah simple men, you know not what you sweare: Looke, as I blow this Feather from my Face, And as the Ayre blowes it to me againe, Obeying with my winde when I do blow, And yeelding to another, when it blowes, Commanded alwayes by the greater gust: Such is the lightnesse of you, common men. But do not breake your Oathes, for of that sinne, My milde intreatie shall not make you guiltie. Go where you will, the king shall be commanded, And be you kings, command, and Ile obey
Sinklo. We are true Subiects to the king, King Edward
King. So would you be againe to Henrie, If he were seated as king Edward is
Sinklo. We charge you in Gods name & the Kings, To go with vs vnto the Officers
King. In Gods name lead, your Kings name be obeyd, And what God will, that let your King performe. And what he will, I humbly yeeld vnto.
Exeunt.
Enter K[ing]. Edward, Gloster, Clarence, Lady Gray.
King. Brother of Gloster, at S[aint]. Albons field This Ladyes Husband, Sir Richard Grey, was slaine, His Land then seiz'd on by the Conqueror, Her suit is now, to repossesse those Lands, Which wee in Iustice cannot well deny, Because in Quarrell of the House of Yorke, The worthy Gentleman did lose his Life
Rich. Your Highnesse shall doe well to graunt her suit: It were dishonor to deny it her
King. It were no lesse, but yet Ile make a pawse
Rich. Yea, is it so: I see the Lady hath a thing to graunt, Before the King will graunt her humble suit
Clarence. Hee knowes the Game, how true hee keepes the winde? Rich. Silence
King. Widow, we will consider of your suit, And come some other time to know our minde
Wid. Right gracious Lord, I cannot brooke delay: May it please your Highnesse to resolue me now, And what your pleasure is, shall satisfie me
Rich. I Widow? then Ile warrant you all your Lands, And if what pleases him, shall pleasure you: Fight closer, or good faith you'le catch a Blow
Clarence. I feare her not, vnlesse she chance to fall
Rich. God forbid that, for hee'le take vantages
King. How many Children hast thou, Widow? tell me
Clarence. I thinke he meanes to begge a Child of her
Rich. Nay then whip me: hee'le rather giue her two
Wid. Three, my most gracious Lord
Rich. You shall haue foure, if you'le be rul'd by him
King. 'Twere pittie they should lose their Fathers Lands
Wid. Be pittifull, dread Lord, and graunt it then
King. Lords giue vs leaue, Ile trye this Widowes wit
Rich. I, good leaue haue you, for you will haue leaue, Till Youth take leaue, and leaue you to the Crutch
King. Now tell me, Madame, doe you loue your Children? Wid. I, full as dearely as I loue my selfe
King. And would you not doe much to doe them good? Wid. To doe them good, I would sustayne some harme