Act 3 - Scene 3
France. KING LEWIS XI's palace.
Flourish. Enter KING LEWIS XI, his sister BONA, his Admiral, called BOURBON, PRINCE EDWARD,
QUEEN MARGARET, and OXFORD. KING LEWIS XI sits, and riseth up again KING LEWIS XI
Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret, Sit down with us: it ill befits thy state And birth, that thou shouldst
stand while Lewis doth sit. QUEEN MARGARET
No, mighty King of France: now Margaret Must strike her sail and learn awhile to serve Where kings command.
I was, I must confess, Great Albion's queen in former golden days: But now mischance hath trod my title
down, And with dishonour laid me on the ground; Where I must take like seat unto my fortune, And to my
humble seat conform myself. KING LEWIS XI
Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this deep despair? QUEEN MARGARET
From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares. KING LEWIS XI
Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself, And sit thee by our side:
Seats her by him
Yield not thy neck To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance. Be
plain, Queen Margaret, and tell thy grief; It shall be eased, if France can yield relief. QUEEN MARGARET
Those gracious words revive my drooping thoughts And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak. Now,
therefore, be it known to noble Lewis, That Henry, sole possessor of my love, Is of a king become a banish'd
man, And forced to live in Scotland a forlorn; While proud ambitious Edward Duke of York Usurps the
regal title and the seat Of England's true-anointed lawful king. This is the cause that I, poor Margaret, With
this my son, Prince Edward, Henry's heir, Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid; And if thou fail us, all
our hope is done: Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help; Our people and our peers are both misled, Our
treasures seized, our soldiers put to flight, And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight. KING LEWIS XI
Renowned queen, with patience calm the storm, While we bethink a means to break it off. QUEEN MARGARET
The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe. KING LEWIS XI
The more I stay, the more I'll succor thee.
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