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1 Watch. Who goes there?
Or by his foe surpriz'd at unawares : 2 Watch. Stay, or thou diest.
And, as I further have to understand,
Warwick ! and set upon the guard; who fly, Fell Warwick's brother, and by that our foe.
Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may;
Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day. The Drum beating, and Trumpets sounding, re-enter
Q. Eliz. Till then, fair hope must hinder life's Warwick, and the rest, bringing the King out in
decay. a Gown, sitting in a Chair ; GLOSTER and Hast
And I the rather wean me from despair,
For love of Edward's offspring in my womb :
This is it that makes me bridle passion, War. Richard, and Hastings : let them go, here's And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross; the duke.
Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear, K. Edw. The duke; why, Warwick, when we
And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs, parted last,
Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown Thou call’dst me king.
King Edward's fruit, true heir to the English crowd. War. Ay, but the case is alter'd :
Riv. But, madam, where is Warwick then become: When you disgrac'd me in my embassade,
Q. Eliz. I am informed, that he comes towards Then I degraded you from being king,
London, And come now to create you duke of York.
To set the crown once more on Henry's head : Alas! how should you govern any kingdom,
Guess thou the rest; king Edward's friends must That know not how to use ambassadors ;
down. Nor how to be contented with one wife;
But to prevent the tyrant's violence, Nor how to use your brothers brotherly ;
(For trust not him that hath once, broken faith,) Nor how to study for the people's welfare ;
I'll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary, Nor how to shroud yourself from enemies ?
To save at least the heir of Edward's right; K. Edw. Yea, brother of Clarence, art thou here There shall I rest secure from force, and fraud. too?
Come therefore, let us fly, while we may fly; Nay, then I see, that Edward needs must down.
If Warwick take us, we are sure to die. (Eseunt. Yet, Warwick, in despite of all mischance, Of thee thyself, and all thy complices,
SCENE V. A Park near Middleham Castle in Edward will always bear himself as king:
Yorkshire. Though fortune's malice overthrow my state, My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel. Enter Gloster, Hastings, SIR WILLIAM STANLEY, War. Then, for his mind 4, be Edward England's
and others. king :
( Takes off his crown. Glo. Now, my lord Hastings, and sir William But Henry now shall wear the English crown,
Stanley, And be true king indeed; thou but the shadow.
Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither, My lord of Somerset, at my request,
Into this chiefest thicket of the park. See that forthwith duke Edward be convey'd Thus stands the case : You know, our king, my Unto my brother, archbishop of York.
brother, When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows, Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands I'll follow you, and tell what answer
He hath good usage and great liberty;
And often, but attended with weak guard,
Comes hunting this way to disport himself,
That if about this hour, he make this way, It boots not to resist both wind and tide.
Under the colour of his usual game,
To set him free from his captivity.
Enter King EDWARD, and a Huntsman. War. Ay, that's the first thing that we have to do :
Hunt. This way, my lord; for this way lies the To free king Henry from imprisonment,
game. And see him seated in the regal throne. (Exeunt.
K. Edw. Nay, this way, man ; see, where the SCENE IV. London. A Room in the Palace. Now, brother of Gloster, lord Hastings, and the rest,
huntsmen stand. Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH and RiveRS. Stand you thus close, to steal the bishop's deer? Riv. Madam, what makes you in this sudden Glo. Brother, the time and case requireth haste; change?
Your horse stands ready at the park corner. Q. Eliz. Why, brother Rivers, are you yet to learn, K. Edw. But whither shall we then ? What late misfortune is befall’n king Edward ? Hast. To Lynn, my lord, and ship from thence Riv. What, loss of some pitch'd battle against
to Flanders. Warwick ?
Glo. Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my Q. Eliz. No, but the loss of his own royal person.
meaning. Riv. Then is my sovereign slain ?
K. Edw. Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness Q. Eliz. Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner; Glo. But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk. Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard,
K. Edw. Huntsman, what say'st thou? wilt thou 4 i.e. In his mind; as far as his own mind gocs.
Hunt. Better do so, than tarry and be hang'd. To Henry's body, and supply his place ;
And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful, And pray that I may repossess the crown. (Exeunt. Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a traitor,
And all his lands and goods be confiscate. SCENE VI. - A Room in the Tower.
Clar. What else ? and that succession be deter
min'd. Enter King HENRY, CLARENCE, Warwick, So
War. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his MERSET, Young Richmond, OXFORD, Monta
part. GUE, Lieutenant of the Tower, and Attendants.
K. Hen. But, with the first of all your chief K. Hen. Master lieutenant, now that God and
Let me entreat, (for I command no more,) Have shaken Edward from the regal seat;
That Margaret your queen, and my son Edward, And turn'd my captive state to liberty,
Be sent for, to return from France with speed : My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys;
For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear At our enlargement what are thy due fees
My joy of liberty is half eclips'd. Lieut. Subjects may challenge nothing of their Clar. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all sovereigns ;
speed. But, if an humble prayer may prevail,
K. Hen. My lord of Somerset, what youth is I then crave pardon of your majesty.
that, K. Hen. For what, lieutenant? for well using me? Of whom you seem to have so tender care ? Nay, be thou sure, I'll well requite thy kindness, Som. My liege, it is young Henry, earl of RichFor that it made my imprisonment a pleasure :
mond. Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds
K. Hen. Come hither, England's hope: If secret Conceive, when, after many moody thoughts,
powers, (Lays his hand on his head. At last, by notes of household harmony,
Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts, They quite forget their loss of liberty.
This pretty lad 7 will prove our country's bliss.
His hand to wield a scepter; and himself
Must help you more
an you are hurt by me. May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars ; Warwick, although my head still wear the crown,
Enter a Messenger. I here resign my government to thee,
War. What news, my friend ? For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.
Mess. That Edward js escaped from your brother, War. Your grace hath still been fam'd for vir- And Aed, as he hears since, to Burgundy. tuous;
War. Unsavoury news : But how made he And now may seem as wise as virtuous,
escape ? By spying and avoiding fortune's malice,
Mess. He was convey'd by Richard duke of For few men rightly temper with the stars 5 :
Gloster, Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace,
And the lord Hastings, who attended him For choosing me, when Clarence is in place. 6
In secret ambush on the forest side, Clar. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway, And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him; To whom the heavens, in thy nativity,
For hunting was his daily exercise. Adjudg'd an olive branch, and laurel crown,
War. My brother was too careless of his charge.As likely to be blest in peace, and war ;
But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide
A salve for any sore that may betide.
[Exeunt King Henry, War., CLAR., Lieut., K. Hen. Warwick, and Clarence, give me both
and Attendants. your hands;
Som. My lord, I like not of this flight of EdNow join your hands, and with your hands, your
ward's : hearts, That no dissension binder government :
For, doubtless, Burgundy will yield him help;
And we shall have more wars, before't be long. I make you both protectors of this land ;
As Henry's late presaging prophecy While I myself will lead a private life,
Did glad my heart, with hope of this young RichAnd in devotion spend my latter days,
mond; To sin's rebuke, and my Creator's praise.
So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts War. What answers Clarence to his sovereign's What may befall him, to his harm, and ours: will?
Therefore, lord Oxford, to prevent the worst, Clar. That he consents, if Warwick yield con
Forthwith we'll send him hence to Britany, sent;
Till storms be past of civil enmity. For on thy fortune I repose myself.
Oxf. Ay; for, if Edward repossess the crown, War. Why then, though loath, yet must I be 'Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall down. content:
Som. It shall be so; he shall to Britany. We'll yoke together, like a double shadow
Come therefore, let's about it speedily. [E.reunt. $ Few men conform their temper to their destiny. 6 Present.
7 Afterward Henry VII.
SCENE VII. — Before York.
Mont. Then fare you well, for I will hence again;
I came to serve a king and not a duke, – Enter King EDWARD, Gloster, Hastings, and Drummer, strike up, and let us march away. Forces.
[A March begun. K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, lord Hastings, K. Edw. Nay, stay, sir John, a while ; and we'll and the rest;
debate, Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,
By what safe means the crown may be recover'd. that once more I shall interchange Mont. What, talk you of debating ? in few words, My waned state for Henry's regal crown.
If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king, Well have we pass'd, and now repass'd the seas, I'll leave you to your fortune; and be gone, And brought desired help from Burgundy; To keep them back that come to succour you: What then remains, we being thus arriv'd
Why should we fight, if you pretend no title? From Ravenspurg haven before the gates of York, Glo. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice But that we enter, as into our dukedom ?
points ? Glo. The gates made fast!-- Brother, I like not this; K. Edw. When we grow stronger, then we'll make For many men, that stumble at the threshold,
our claim : Are well foretold — that danger lurks within. Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning. K. Edw. Tush, man! abodements must not now Hast. Away with scrupulous wit! now arms affright us;
must rule. By fair or foul means we must enter in,
Glo. And fearless minds climb soonestunto For hither will our friends repair to us. Hast. My liege, I'll knock once more to summon Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand; them.
The bruit & thereof will bring you many friends.
K. Edw. Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right, Enter, on the Walls, the Mayor of York, and his And Henry but usurps the diadem. Brethren.
Mont. Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himMay. My lords, we were forewarned of your coming,
And now will I be Edward's champion. And shut the gates for safety of ourselves;
Hast. Sound, trumpet ; Edward shall be here For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.
proclaim'd : K. Edw. But, master mayor, if Henry be your king, Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation. Yet Edward, at the least, is duke of York.
[Gives him a paper.
Flourisk. May. True, my good lord; I know you for no less. Sold. (Reads.] Edward the Fourth, by the grace K. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but my of God, king of England and France, and lord of dukedom;
Ireland, &c. As being well content with that alone.
Mont. And whosoe'er gain says king Edward's Glo. But when the fox hath once got in his nose,
right, He'll soon find means to make the body follow. [ Aside. By this I challenge him to single fight, Hast. Why, master mayor, why stand you in a
[Throws down his Gauntlet. doubt?
All. Long live Edward the Fourth! Open the gates, we are king Henry's friends. K. Edw. Thanks, brave Montgomery ; - and May. Ay, say you so ? the gates shall then be
thanks unto you all. open'd.
(Exeunt from above. If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness. Glo. A wise stout captain, and persuaded soon! Now for this night, let's harbour here in York: Hast. The good old man would fain that all were And, when the morning sun shall raise his car well,
Above the border of this horizon, So 'twere not 'long of him: but, being enter'd, We'll forward towards Warwick, and his mates ; I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade
For, well I wot", that Henry is no soldier.. Both him and all his brothers unto reason.
Ah, froward Clarence! — how evil it beseems thee,
To flatter Henry, and forsake thy brother ! Re-enter the Mayor and two Aldermen, below.
Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and Warwick. K. Edw. So, master mayor: these gates must not Come on, brave soldiers ; doubt not of the day; be shut,
And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay. But in the night or in the time of war.
[Exeunt. What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys;
(Takes his keys. SCENE VIII. London. A Room in the Palace. For Edward will defend the town and thee, And all those friends that deign to follow me.
Enter King HENRY, WARWICK, CLARENCE,
MONTAGUE, EXETER, and OXFORD. Drum. Enter MontgOMERY, and Forces, marching.
War. What counsel, lords ? Edward from Belgia, Glo. Brother, this is sir John Montgomery, With hasty Germans, and blunt Hollanders, Our trusty friend, unless I be deceiv'd.
Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas, Ki Edw. Welcome, sir John! But why come And with his troops doth march amain to London; you in arms?
And many giddy people flock to him. Mont. To help king Edward in his time of storm, Oxf. Let's levy men, and beat him back again. As every loyal subject ought to do.
Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out; K. Edw. Thanks, good Montgomery: But we Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quencb. now forget
War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends, Our title to the crown; and only claim
Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war; Our dukedom, till Heaven please to send the rest. 8 Noise, report
Those will I muster up — and thou, son Clarence, I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,
Then why should they love Edward more than me? Like to his island, girt in with the ocean,
No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace : Shall rest in London, till we come to him.
And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb, Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply. - The lamb will never cease to follow him. Farewell, my sovereign.
(Shout within. A Lancaster ! A Lancaster ! K. Hen. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's Exe. Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are true hope.
these? Cla. In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hand. K. Hen. Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate!
Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, and Soldiers. Mont. Comfort, my lord ; — and so I take my K. Edw. Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry, bear leave.
him hence, Oxf. And thus (Kissing Henry's hand.] I seal And once again proclaim us king of England. my truth, and bid adieu.
You are the fount, that makes small brooks to flow; K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague, Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry, And all at once, once more a happy farewell. And swell so much the higher by their ebb. War. Farewell, sweet lords ; let's meet at Co- Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak. ventry.
[Exeunt some with King Henry. [Exeunt War., CLAR., Oxf., and Mont. And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course, K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest a while. Where peremptory Warwick now remains : Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship? The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay, Methinks, the power that Edward hath in field, Cold biting winter mars our hop'd-for hay. Should not be able to encounter mine.
Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join, Ere. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest. And take the great-grown traitor unawares ; K. Hen. That's not my fear, my meed 1 hath got Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry. me fame.
SCENE I. - Coventry.
Glo. See, how the surly Warwick mans the wall. Enter, upon the Walls, Warwick, the Mayor of where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd,
War. O, unbid spite ! is sportful Edward come ? Coventry, two Messengers, and others.
That we could hear no news of his repair ? War. Where is the post that came from valiant K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city Oxford ?
gates, How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow ? Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee? 1 Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching hither- Call Edward — king, and at his hands beg mercy, ward.
And he shall pardon thee these outrages. War. How far off is our brother Montague ? War. Nay, rather wilt thou draw thy forces hence, Where is the post that came from Montague? Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down? 2 Mess. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop. Call Warwick patron, and be penitent, Enter Sir John SOMERVILLE.
And thou shalt still remain the duke of York. War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son ?
Glo. I thought, at least, he would have said And, by the guess, how nigh is Clarence now?
the king ; Som. At Southam I did leave him with his forces, Or did he make the jest against his will ? And do expect him here some two hours hence.
War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift? [Drum heard.
Glo. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give; War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. I'll do thee service for so good a gift. Som. It is not his my lord; here Southam lies;
War. 'Twas I, that gave the kingdom to thy
brother. The drum your honour hears, marcheth from War. wick.
K. Edw. Why, then, 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's War. Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for
War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight: Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; know.
And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.
K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's priDrums. Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, and Forces, marching
And gallant Warwick, do but answer this, K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a What is the body, when the head is off? parle.
Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast, But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,
The king was slily finger'd from the deck ! 2 To plague thee for thy foul misleading me,
K. Edw. 'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still. Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends;
For I will henceforth be no more unconstant. Nay, when ? strike now, or else the iron cools. K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times more War. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,
belov'd, And with the other fling it at thy face,
Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate. Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.
Glo. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brother-like. K. Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide War. O passing + traitor, perjur'd, and unjust! thy friend;
K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair,
town, and fight? Shall, whiles the head is warm, and new cut off,
Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears? Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood, War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence : Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more. I will away towards Barnet presently,
And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st. Enler OXFORD, with Drum and Colours.
K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads War. O cheerful colours ! see where Oxford
the way :comes !
Lords, to the field; saint George, and victory. Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!
[March. Ereunt. [Oxford and his Forces enter the City. Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too.
SCENE II. – A Field of Battle near Barnet. K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs: Alarums and Ercursions. Enter King Edward Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt,
bringing in Warwick wounded. Will issue out again, and bid us battle : If not, the city, being but of small defence,
K. Edw. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.
fear; War. O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help. For Warwick was a bug 5 that fear'd 6 us all.
Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee, Enter MONTAGUE, with Drum and Colours. That Warwick's bones may keep thine company. Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!
[Erit. [He and his Forces enter the City. War. Ah, who is nigh? come to me friend, or foe, Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this and tell me, who is victor, York, or Warwick ? treason
Why ask I that ? my mangled body shows, Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows
K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater victory; | That I must yield my body to the earth, My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest. And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.
Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Enter SOMERSET, with Drum and Colours.
Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster ! Onder whose shade the ramping lion slept ;
[He and his Forces enter the City. Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree, Glo. Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset, And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. Have sold their lives unto the house of York; These eyes that now are dimm'd with death's black And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold.
veil, Enter CLARENCE, with Drum and Colours.
Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,
To search the secret treasons of the world : War. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps The wrinkles in my brows, now fill'd with blood, along,
Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres ; Of force enough to bid his brother battle ;
For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave ? With whom an upright zeal to right prevails,
And who durst smile, when Warwick bent his brow? More than the nature of a brother's love : Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick calls. My parks, my walks, my manors that I had,
Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood! Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this Even now forsake me: 'and, of all my lands,
means? (Taking the red Rose out of his Cap. Is nothing left me, but my body's length! Look here, I throw my infamy at thee :
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? I will not ruinate my father's house,
And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
Enter Oxford and SOMERSET.
We might recover all our loss again! Against his brother, and his lawful king ?
The queen from France hath brought a puissant Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath :
power ; fo keep that oath, were more impiety.
Even now we heard the news: Ah, couldst thou fly! I am so sorry for my trespass made,
War. Why, then I would not fly.—Ah, Montague, That to deserve well at my brother's hands, If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe;
And with thy lips keep in my soul a while ! With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee,
Thou lov'st me not; for, brother, if thou didst, (As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad,)
Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood, A pack of cards was formerly termed a deck of cards.
* Eminent, egregious.
* Bugbear. 3 Insensible.