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SCENE V.

SUFFOLK, EDWARD.
SUFFOLK.
Such adoration
But ill befits the idol, that receives it.

EDWARD.
What's to be done? I cannot, must not see him,
Till all is fix'd: once more, my best-lov'd Suffolk;
Try the soft arts of thy persuasive tongue:
What method can'st thou think on, to evade
This promis'd marriage with ambitious France?


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SUFFOLK.
Summon your council, lay your thoughts before them,
Meet Warwick there, and urge a sov'reigns right,
To please himself in that which shou'd concern
Himself alone—firm Buckingham and I
Will plead your cause against the haughty Warwick,
Whom I wou'd treat with cold civility,
And distant state which ever angers more
Resentful spirits, than the warmth of passion.

EDWARD.
'Tis well advis'd:—mean-time if possible,
I will compose my troubled thoughts to rest:
Suffolk, adieu: if Warwick asks for me,
I am not well, I'm hunting in the forest—
I'm busy—stay—remember what I told you,
Touching the earldom which I mean to give
Her father; that may bring her to the court;
You understand me, Suffolk—fare thee well.