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You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords,
[Exeunt both Armies.
SCENE V.-Another part of the same. Alarums : Excursions: and afterwards a Retreat. Then enter King Edward, Clarence, Gloster, and Forces; with Queen Margaret, Oxford, and Somerset, Pris
K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous broils. Away with Oxford to Hammes' castle straight; For Somerset, off with his guilty head.
Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak. Oxf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words. Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune. [Exeunt Oxford and Somerset guarded. Q. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous world, To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.
K. Edw. Is proclamation made, that who finds Edward
Shall have a high reward, and he his life?
Glo. It is; and, lo, where youthful Edward comes. Enter Soldiers, with Prince Edward.
K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him
What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York! Suppose, that I am now my father's mouth; Resign thy chair, and, where I stand, kneel thou, Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee, Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.
Q. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so resolv'd! Glo. That you might still have worn the petticoat, And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster:
Prince. Let Esop fable in a winter's night; His currish riddles sort not with this place.
Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that word. Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men. Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive scold. Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crook-back rather.
K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charın your tongue.
Cla. Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert..
Prince. I know my duty; you are all undutiful: Lascivious Edward,-and thou perjur'd George,And thou misshapen Dick,—I tell ye all, I am your better, traitors as ye are ;And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here. [Stabs him. Glo. Sprawl'st thou ? take that to end thy agony. [Glo. Stabs him. Cla. And there's for twitting me with perjury. [Cla. stabs him
Q. Mar. Oh, kill me too.
[Offers to kill her.
K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done too, - much.
Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with words?
K. Edw. What! doth she swoon? use means for her
Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother; I'll hence to London on a serious matter:
Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.
Cla. What? what?
Glo. The Tower, the Tower!
Q. Mar. O Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother,
Canst thou not speak !-O traitors! murderers!-
They, that stabb'd Cæsar, shed no blood at all,
He was a man; this, in respect, a child;
How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd!
Look in his youth to have him so cut off,
As, deathsmen! you have rid this sweet young prince! K. Edw. Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce.
Q. Mur. Nay, never bear me hence, despatch me here;
Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death:
Cla. Didst thou not hear me swear, I would not do it? 2. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself; Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.
What! wilt thou not? where is that devil's butcher, Hard favour'd Richard? Richard, where art thou? Thou art not here: Murder is thy alm's-deed; Petitioners for blood thou ne'er putt'st back.
K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence. Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this [Exit, led out forcibly,
K. Edw. Where's Richard gone?
Cla. To London, all in post; and, as I guess,
fo make a bloody supper in the Tower.
K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head. Now march we hence: discharge the common sort With pay and thanks, and let's away to London. And see our gentle queen how well she fares; By this, I hope, she hath a son for me.
SCENE VI.-London. A Room in the Tower. King
What, at your book so
K. Hen. Ay, my good lord: my lord, I should say rather;
"Tis sin to flatter, good was little better:
Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind: The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in a bush, With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush: And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye,
Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and kill'd.
Glo. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete, 'That taught his son the office of a fowl? And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd.
K. Hen. I Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus;
Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.
Glo. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.
K. Hen Hadst thou been kill'd, when first thou didst
Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine.
Men for their sons', wives for their husbands' fate,
Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook down trees;
Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.
Teeth hadst thou in thy head, when thou wast born,
And, if the rest be true which I have heard,
Glo. I'll hear no more;-Die, prophet, in thy speech; [Stabs him.
For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.