If they go in gloom from my court, why, let them chafe themselves sleek again." "King Edward," said Warwick, moodily, "tried services merit not this contempt.

It is not as the kith of the queen that I regret to see lands and honours lavished upon men rooted so newly to the soil that the first blast of the war-trump will scatter their greenness to the winds; but what sorrows me is to mark those who have fought against thee preferred to the stout loyalty that braved block and field for thy cause.

Look round thy court; where are the men of bloody York and victorious Towton ?--unrequited, sullen in their strongholds, begirt with their yeomen and retainers.

Thou standest--thou, the heir of York--almost alone (save where the Neviles--whom one day thy court will seek also to disgrace and discard--vex their old comrades in arms by their defection)--thou standest almost alone among the favourites and minions of Lancaster.

Is there no danger in proving to men that to have served thee is discredit, to have warred against thee is guerdon and grace ?" "Enough of this, cousin," replied the king, with an effort which preserved his firmness.