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Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours.
(OXFORD and his Forces enter the City. Glo. The gates are open; let us enter too.
K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs. Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt, Will issue out again and bid us battle: If not, the city being of small defence, We 'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.
War. O welcome Oxford ! for we want thy help.
Enter MONTAGUE, with drum and colours. Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!
[He and his Forces enter the City. Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy
this treason, Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. K. Edw. The harder matched, the greater
victory: My mind presageth happy gain and conquest.
Glo. See how the surly Warwick mans the
wall. War. O unbid spite! is sportful Edward come? Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced, That we could hear no news of his repair ? K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the
city gates, Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee? Call Edward, King, and at his hands beg mercy, And he shall pardon thee these outrages. War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces
hence, Confess who set thee up and plucked thee down? Call Warwick patron, and be penitent, And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York. Glo. I thought, at least he would have said
“ the King:"
War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?
give: I'll do thee service for so good a gift. War. 'T was I that gave the kingdom to thy
brother. K. Edw. Why then 't is mine, if but by Var
wick's gift. War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a
weight; And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift ag And Henry is my King, Warwick his subj ect. K. Edw. But Warwick's King is Edward's
prisoner: And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this, What is the body when the head is off? Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more fore
cast, But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten, The King was slily fingered from the deck! You left poor Henry at the bishop's palace, And ten to one you 'll meet him in the Tower. K. Edw. 'T is even so : yet you are Warwick
still. Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel
down, kneel down. Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools.
War. I had rather chop this hand off at a
Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours. Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!
[He and his Forces enter the City. Glo. Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset, Have sold their lives unto the house of York: And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold.
Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours. War. And lo where George of Clarence sweeps
along, Of force enough to bid his brother battle: With whom an upright zeal to right prevails, More than the nature of a brother's love. Come, Clarence, come: thou wilt if Warwick calls. Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what
this means ?
[Taking the red rose out of his cap. Look here I throw my infamy at thee: I will not ruinate my father's house, Who gave his blood to lime the stones together, And set up Lancaster. Why,trow'st thou Warwick, That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural, To bend the fatal instruments of war Against his brother and his lawful King? Perhaps thou wilt object my holy oath : To keep that oath were more impiety Than Jephtha's, when he sacrificed his daughter. I am so sorry for my trespass made, That, to deserve well at my brother's hands, I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe; With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee (As I will meet thee if thou stir abroad), To plague thee for thy foul misleading me. And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee,
And with the other fling it at thy face,
tide thy friend, This hand fast wound about thy coal black
hair, Shall, whiles the head is warm and new cut off, Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood : • Wind-changing Warwick now can change no
And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.
more beloved, Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate. Glo. Welcome, good Clarence: this is brother
like. War. O passing traitor, perjured and unjust! K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the
town, and fight: Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?
War. Alas, I am not cooped here for defence: I will away towards Barnet presently, And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st. K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and
leads the way.Lords, to the field : Saint George and victory !
For Warwick was a bug that feared us all.-
[Exit. War. Ah who is nigh? come to me friend or
foe, And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick? Why ask I that? my mangled body shews, My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart
shews, That I must yield my body to the earth, And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe. Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle; Under whose shade the ramping lion slept; Whose top-branch overpeered Jove's spreading
tree, And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. These eyes, that now are dimmed with death's
black veil, Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun To search the secret treasons of the world : The wrinkles in my brows, now filled with blood, Were likened oft to kingly sepulchres; For who lived king but I could dig his grave ? And who durst smile when Warwick bent his brow? Lo now my glory smeared in dust and blood! My parks, my walks, my manors that I had,
SCENE II.-A Field of Battle near Barnet.
Alarums and Excursions. Enter King EDWARD,
bringing in Warwick wounded. K. Edw. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die
Even now forsake me; and of all my
lands Is nothing left me but my body's length ! Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and
dust? And live we how we can, yet die we must.
Thy very beams will dry those vapours up;
friends That they do hold their course toward Tewkes
bury : We, having now the best at Barnet field, Will thither straight; for willingness rids way: And as we march our strength will be augmented In every county as we go along.-Strike up the drum; cry, Courage! and away.
Scene IV.-Plains near Tewkesbury.
Enter Oxford and Somerset. Som. Ah Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as
we are, We
e might recover all our loss again. The Queen from France hath brought a puissant
power : Even now we heard the news. Ah could'st thou
fly! War. Why then I would not fly.--Ah, Mon
tague, If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, And with thy lips keep in my soul awhile ! Thou lov'st me not: for, brother, if thou didst Thy tears would wash this cold congealéd blood That glews my lips, and will not let me speak. Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead. Som. Ah Warwick, Montague hath breathed
his last; And to the latest gasp cried out for Warwick, And said, “Commend me to my valiant brother." And more he would have said : and more he spoke, Which sounded like a cannon in a vault, That might not be distinguished : but at last, I well might hear delivered with a groan, “O farewell, Warwick !” War. Sweet rest to his soul !-Fly, lords, and
save yourselves : For Warwick bids you all farewell, to meet in heaven.
[Dies. Oxf. Away, away, to meet the Queen's great
March. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, SOMERSET, Oxford, and Soldiers. Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and
wail their loss, But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. What though the mast be now blown overboard, The cable broke, the holding anchor lost, And half our sailors swallowed in the flood ? Yet lives our pilot still. Is 't meet that he Should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad, With tearful eyes add water to the sea, And give more strength to that which hath too
Scene III.- Another part of the Field.
Flourish. Enter King Edward in triumph; with
CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and the rest. K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward
course, And we are graced with wreaths of victory. But in the midst of this bright-shining day I spy a black, suspicious, threat'ning cloud, That will encounter with our glorious sun Ere he attain his easeful western bed. I mean, my lords, those powers that the Queen Hath raised in Gallia have arrived our coast, And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.
Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud, And blow it to the source from whence it came.
Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, Which industry and courage might have saved? Ah what a shame, ah what a fault, were this! Say, Warwick was our anchor: what of that? And Montague our top-mast: what of him? Our slaughtered friends the tackles: what of
these? Why, is not Oxford here another anchor: And Somerset another goodly mast: The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I For once allowed the skilful pilot's charge? We will not from the helm, to sit and weep; But keep our course, though the rough winds
say no, From shelves and rocks that threaten us with
wreck. As good to chide the waves as speak them fair. And what is Edward but a ruthless sea : What Clarence but a quicksand of deceit: And Richard but a ragged fatal rock? All these the enemies to our poor bark.
Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen,
what I should say My tears gainsay; for every word I speak Ye see I drink the water of mine eyes. Therefore no more but this :—Henry, your
sovereign, Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurped, His realm a slaughterhouse, his subjects slain, His statutes cancelled, and his treasure spent : And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil. You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords, Be valiant, and give signal to the fight.
[Exeunt both Armies.
Scene V.-Another part of the same.
Say you can swim; alas 't is but awhile :
rocks. Why, courage, then : what cannot be avoided, 'T were childish weakness to lament or fear.
Prince. Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit Should, if a coward heard her speak these words, Infuse his breast with magnanimity, And make him, naked, foil a man at arms. I speak not this as doubting any here: For, did I but suspect a fearful man, He should have leave to go away betimes, Lest in our need he might infect another, And make him of like spirit to himself. If
any such be here, as God forbid ! Let him depart before we need his help.
Orf. Women and children of so high a courage; And warriors faint! why 't were perpetual shame. O brave young prince! thy famous grandfather Doth live again in thee. Long may'st thou live To bear his image and renew his glories!
Som. And he that will not fight for such a hope, Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day, If he arise, be mocked and wondered at. Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Ox
ford, thanks. Prince. And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else.
Enter a Messenger. Mess. Prepare you, lords; for Edward is at
hand, Ready to fight: therefore be resolute.
Oxf. I thought no less: it is his policy To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
Som. But he 's deceived; we are in readiness. Q. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your
forwardness. Oxf. Here pitch our battle; hence we will
not budge. March. Enter, at a distance, King Edward,
CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces. K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the
thorny wood Which, by the Heavens' assistance and your
Alarums: Excursions; and afterwards a retreat.
Then enter King Edward, CLARENCE, Glos-
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 speak. What! can so young a thorn begin to prick ?Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, And all the trouble thou hast turned me to? 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 re
solved! Glo. That you might still have worn the pet
ticoat, And ne'er have stolen the breech from Lancaster.
Prince. Let Æsop 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 awaythis captive scold. Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crook
back, rather. K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm
your tongue. Clar. Untutored lad, thou art too malapert.
Prince. I know my duty; you are all undutiful. Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured 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.
[Stabs him. Clar. And there's for twitting me with perjury.
[Stabs him. Q. Mar. O kill me too! Glo. Marry, and shall. [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 recovery. 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.
Clar. What; what ?
K. Edw. Away with her; go, bear ler hence
perforce. Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, despatch
me here: Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death. What! wilt thou not?—then, Clarence, do it thou.
Clar. By Heaven I will not do thee so much ease. Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence,
do thou do it. Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear I would
not do it? Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forgwear thyself: ’T was sin before, but now 't is charity. What! wilt thou not? Where is that devil's
butcher, Hard-favoured Richard ? Richard, where art thou? Thou art not here. Murder is thy alms-deed: Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back. K. Edw. Away, I say. I charge ye, bear
her hence. Q. Mar. So come to you and yours as to this
prince! [Exit, led out forcibly. K. Edw. Where's Richard gone?
Clar. To London, all in post; and as I guess, To 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. (Exeunt.
Scene VI.-London. A Room in the Tower. King Henry is discovered sitting with a book in
his hand, the Lieutenant attending. Enter GLOSTER. Glo. Good day, my lord: what, at your book
so hard ? K. Hen. Ay, my good lord. I should say
rather: 'T is sin to flatter; "good" was little better. “Good Gloster” and “good devil” were alike, And both preposterous: therefore not good lord." Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves : we must confer.
[Exit Lieutenant K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from
the wolf: So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.What scene of death hath Roscius now to act ?
Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind: The thief doth fear each bush an officer. K. Hen. The bird that hath been liméd in a
bush, With trembling wings misdoubteth every bueb:
But if you ever chance to have a child,