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doth beautify a sail,
And as a sail becomes the unseen wind,
So do her words her beauty, beauty words.
O, that I were a honey-gathering bee,
To bear the comb of virtue from this flower;
And not a poison-sucking envious spider,
To turn the juice I take to deadly venom!
Religion is austere, and beauty gentle;
Too strict a guardian for so fair a ward.
O, that she were, as is the air, to me!
Why, so she is; for, when I would embrace her,
This do I, and catch nothing but myself.
I must enjoy her; for I cannot beat,
With reason and reproof, fond love away. Enter Warwick.

Here comes her father: I will work with him,
To bear my colours in this field of love.

Warwick

How is it, that my sovereign is so sad?
May I with pardon know your highnessā€™ grief,
And that my old endeavour will remove it,
It shall not cumber long your majesty.

King Edward

A kind and voluntary gift thou profferā€™st,
That I was forward to have beggā€™d of thee.
But, O thou world, great nurse of flattery,
Why dost thou tip menā€™s tongues with golden words
And peise their deeds with weight of heavy lead,
That fair performance cannot follow promise?
O, that a man might hold the heartā€™s close book,
And choke the lavish tongue when it doth utter
The breath of falsehood not characterā€™d there!

Warwick

Far be it from the honour of my age
That I should owe bright gold and render lead!
Age is a cynic, not a flatterer:
I say again, that, if I knew your grief,
And that by me it may be lessened,
My proper harm should buy your highnessā€™ good.

King Edward

These are the vulgar tenders of false men,
That never pay the duty of their words.
Thou wilt not stick to swear what thou hast said;
But, when thou knowā€™st my griefā€™s condition,
This rash-disgorged vomit of thy word
Thou wilt eat up again, and leave me helpless.

Warwick

By Heaven, I will not, though your majesty
Did bid me run upon your sword and die.

King Edward

Say, that my grief is no way medā€™cinable,
But by the loss and bruising of thine honour?

Warwick

If nothing but that loss may vantage you,
I would account that loss my vantage too.

King Edward Thinkā€™st that thou canst unswear thy oath again? Warwick I cannot; nor I would not, if I could. King Edward But, if thou dost, what shall I say to thee? Warwick

What may be said to any perjurā€™d villain
That breaks the sacred warrant of an oath.

King Edward What wilt thou say to one that breaks an oath? Warwick

That he hath broke his faith with God and man
And from them both stands excommunicate.

King Edward

What office were it to suggest a man
To break a lawful and religious vow?

Warwick An office for the devil, not for man. King Edward

That devilā€™s office must thou do for me;
Or break thy oath or cancel all the bonds
Of love and duty ā€™twixt thyself and me.
And therefore, Warwick, if thou art thyself,
The lord and master of thy word and oath,
Go to thy daughter, and in my behalf
Command her, woo her, win her any ways,
To be my mistress and my secret love.
I will not stand to hear thee make reply;
Thy oath break hers, or let thy sovereign die. Exit.

Warwick

O doting king! O detestable office!
Well may I tempt myself to wrong myself,
When he hath sworn me by the name of God
To break a vow made by the name of God.
What if I swear by this right hand of mine
To cut this right hand off? the better way
Were to profane the idol than confound it:
But neither will I do; Iā€™ll keep mine oath
And to my daughter make a recantation
Of all the virtue I have preachā€™d to her.
Iā€™ll say, she must forget her husband Salisbury,
If she remember to embrace the king;
Iā€™ll say, an oath may easily be broken,
But not so easily pardonā€™d, being broken;
Iā€™ll say, it is true charity to love,
But not true love to be so charitable;
Iā€™ll say, his greatness may bear out the shame,
But not his kingdom can buy out the sin;
Iā€™ll say, it is my duty to persuade,
But not her honesty to give consent.

Enter Countess.

See, where she comes: was never father, had
Against his child an embassage so bad.

Countess

My lord and father, I have sought for you:
My mother and the peers importune you
To keep in presence of his majesty
And do your best to make his highness merry.

Warwick

How shall I enter in this arrant errand?
I must not call her child; for whereā€™s the father
That will, in such a suit, seduce his child?
Then, Wife of Salisburyā ā€”shall I so begin?
No, heā€™s my friend; and where is found the friend,
That will do friendship such indammagement?ā ā€”
To the Countess. Neither my daughter, nor my dear friendā€™s wife,
I am not Warwick, as thou thinkā€™st I am,
But an attorney from the court of hell;
That thus have housā€™d my spirit in his form,
To do a message to thee from the king.
The mighty King of England dotes on thee:
He that hath power to take away thy life
Hath power to take thine honour; then consent
To pawn thine honour, rather than thy life:
Honour is often lost and got again;
But life, once gone, hath no recovery.
The sun, that withers hay, doth nourish grass;
The king that would distain thee will advance thee.
The poets write that great Achillesā€™ spear
Could heal the wound it made: the moral is,
What mighty men misdo, they can amend.
The lion doth become his bloody jaws
And grace his foragement, by being mild
When vassel fear lies trembling at his feet.
The king will in his glory hide thy shame;
And those that gaze on him to find out thee
Will lose their eyesight, looking in the sun.
What can one drop of poison harm the sea,
Whose hugy vastures can digest the ill
And make it lose his operation?
The kingā€™s great name will temper thy misdeeds,
And give the bitter potion of reproach
A sugarā€™d-sweet and most delicious taste:
Besides, it is no harm, to do the thing
Which without shame could not be left undone.
Thus have I, in his majestyā€™s behalf,
Apparellā€™d sin in virtuous sentences,
And dwell upon thy answer in his

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