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For never henceforth shall I joy again,
Never, O, never, shall I see more joy.

Rich. I cannot weep; for all my body's moisture
Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart :
Nor can my tongue unload my heart's great burden ;
For self-same wind, that I should speak withal, 82
Is kindling coals, that fire all my breast,
And burn me up with flames, that tears would quench.
To weep is to make less the depth of grief :
Tears, then, for babes ; blows, and revenge,

for me!Richard, I bear thy name, I'll 'venge thy death, Or die renowned by attempting it.

Edw. His name that valiant duke hath left with

thee; :

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His dukedom and his chair with me is left.

90 Rich. Nay, if thou be that princely eagle's bird, Shew thy descent by gazing 'gainst the sun: For chair and dukedom, throne and kingdom say ; Either that is thine, or else thou wert not his. March. Enter WARWICK, Marquis of MONTAGUE,

and their Army. War. How now, fair lords? What fare? what news

abroad? Rich. Great lord of Warwick, if we should recount Our baleful news, and, at each word's deliverance, Stab ponjards in our flesh, 'till aļl were told, The words would add more anguish than the wounds. o valiant lord, the, duke of York is slain! 100 Dij

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Edw. O Warwick! Warwick ! that Plantagenet Which held thee dearly, as his soul's redemption, Is by the stern lord Clifford done to death.

War. Ten days ago I drownd these news in tears : And now, to add more measure to your woes, I come to tell you things since then befall'n. After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought, Where your brave father breath'd his latest gasp, Tidings, as swiftly as the posts could run, Were brought me of your loss, and his depart. I then in London, keeper of the king, Muster'd my soldiers, gather'd flocks of friends, And very well appointed, as I thought, March'd towards Saint Alban's to intercept the queen, Bearing the king in my behalf along : For by my scouts I was advertised, That she was coming with a full intent To dash our late decree in parliament, Touching king Henry's oath, and your succession. Short tale to make-we at Saint Alban's met, Our battles join'd, and both sides fiercely fought : But, whether 'twas the coldness of the king, Who look'd full gently on his warlike queen, That robb'd my soldiers of their heated spleen; Or whether 'twas report of her success; Or more than common fear of Clifford's rigour, Who thunders to his captives-blood and death, I cannot judge : but, to conclude with truth, Their weapons like to lightning came and went ; Our soldiers'-like the night-owl's lazy flight,

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Or like an idle thresher, with a fail-
Fell gently down, as if they struck their friends.
I cheer'd them up with justice of the cause,
With promise of high pay, and great rewards:
But all in vain; they had no heart to fight,
And we, in them, no hope to win the day,
So that we fled; the king, unto the queen;
Lord George your brother, Norfolk, and myself,
In haste, post haste, are come to join with you;
For in the marches here, we heard, you were, 140
Making another head to fight again,
Edw. Where is the duke of Norfolk, gentle War.

wick? And when came George from Burgundy to England ? War. Some six miles off the duke is with his

power : And for your brother-he was lately sent From your kind aunt, dutchess of Burgundy, With aid of soldiers to this needful war. Rich. 'Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick

fled : Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit, But ne'er, till now, his scandal of retire.

150 War. Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou

hear: For thou shalt know, this strong right-hand of mine Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry's head, And wring the awful sceptre from his fist; Were he as famous and as bold in war, As he is fam’d for mildness, peace, and prayer. Diij

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Rich. I know it well, lord Warwick : blame me

not ; 'Tis love, I bear thy glories, makes me speak. But, in this troublous time, what's to be done? Shall we go throw away our coats of steel, And wrap our bodies in black mourning gowns, Numb'ring our Ave-Maries with our beads ? Or shall we on the helmets of our foes Tell our devotion with revengeful arms? If for the last, say-Ay, and to it, lords. War. Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you

out ; And therefore comes my brother Montague. Attend me, lords. The proud insulting queen, With Clifford, and the haught Northumberland, And, of their feather, many more proud birds, 170 Have wrought the easy-melting king like wax. He swore consent to your succession, His oath enrolled in the parliament; And now to London all the crew are gone, To frustrate both his oath, and what beside May make against the house of Lancaster, Their power, I think, is thirty thousand strong:

1 Now, if the help of Norfolk, and myself, With all the friends that thou, brave earl of March, mongst the loving Welshmen canst procure,

180 Will but amount to five and twenty thousand, Why, Via! to London will we march amain; And once again bestride our foaming steeds, And once again cry--Charge upon the foe!

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But never once again turn back, and fly.
Rich. Ay, now, methinks, I hear great Warwick

speak:
Ne'er
may

he live to see a sun-shine day, That cries—Retire, when Warwick bids him stay.

Edw. Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean; And when thou fail'st (as God forbid the hour!) 190 Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forefend !

War. No longer earl of March, but duke of York; The next degree is, England's royal king: For king of England shalt thou be proclaim'd In every borough as we pass along; And he, that casts not up his cap for joy, Shall for the offence make forfeit of his head. King Edward--valiant Richard-MontagueStay we no longer dreaming of renown, But sound the trumpets, and about our task. Rich. Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as

steel (As thou hast shewn it flinty by thy deeds) I come to pierce it-or to give thee mine. Edw. Then strike up, drums ;-God, and saint George, for us!

Enter a Messenger. War. How now? what news? Mes. The duke of Norfolk sends you word by

me, The queen is coming with a puissant host; And craves your company for speedy counsel.

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