|ACT IV SCENE IV
|London. The palace.
|[Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH and RIVERS]
|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.