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  • Madam, what makes you in this sudden change?

  • Why brother Rivers, are you yet to learn
    What late misfortune is befall'n King Edward?

  • What! loss of some pitch'd battle against Warwick?

  • No, but the loss of his own royal person.

  • Then is my sovereign slain?

  • Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner,
    Either betray'd 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.

  • These news I must confess are full of grief;
    Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may:
    Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day.

  • Till then fair hope must hinder life's decay.
    And I the rather wean me from despair
    For love of Edward's offspring in my womb:
    This is it that makes me bridle passion
    And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross;
    Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear
    And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs,
    Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown
    King Edward's fruit, true heir to the English crown.

  • But, madam, where is Warwick then become?

  • I am inform'd that he comes towards London,
    To set the crown once more on Henry's head:
    Guess thou the rest; King Edward's friends must down,
    But, to prevent the tyrant's violence,--
    For trust not him that hath once broken faith,--
    I'll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary,
    To save at least the heir of Edward's 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.