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Rich. An oath is of no moment, ' being not took
Before a true and lawful magistrate ;
That hath authority o'er him that swears.
Henry had none ; but did usurp the place.
Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose,
Your oath, my Lord, is vain and frivolous ;
Therefore, to arms. And, father, do but think
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;
Within whose circuit is Elysium,
And all that Poets feign of bliss and joy.
Why do we linger thus ? I cannot rest,
Until the white Rose that I wear be dy'd
Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart.

l'ork. Richard, enough. I will be King, or die.
Brother, thou shalt to London presently,
And whet on Worwick to this enterprize.
Thou, Richard, shalt to th' Duke of Norfolk go,
And tell him privily of our intent.
You, Edward, shall unto my Lord Cobham,
With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise.
In them I trust; for they are soldiers,
Wealthy and courteous, liberal, full of spirit.


? An oath is of no moment,-] from the Kentifomen being so The obligation of an oath is witty; I can't be so partial, here cluded by very despicable however, to my own County, as inphistry. A lawful magistrate to let this Compliment pass. I alone has the power to exact an make no Doubt to read, oath, but the oath derives no

for they are Soldiers. part of its force from the ma. Wealthy and courteous, liberal, gistrate. The plea against the full of Spirit. obligation of an oath obliging to Now these five Characteristicks maintain an ufurper, taken from anfwer to Lord Say's Description the unlawfulness of the oath it- of them in the preceding Play. self in the foregoing play, was Kent in tbe commentaries Cæsar rational and just.

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Is term'd the civil'it Place in all Witty, courteous, liberal, full

this ille; of Spirit.] What a blefied The perple liberal, valiant, active, harmonious Line have the Edi wealthy. THEOBALD. tors giren us, and what a pro This is a conjecture of very miling Epithet, in ork's behalf, little import.

While you are thus employ'd, what resteth more
But that I seek occasion how to rife,
And yet the king not privy to my drift,
Nor any of the house of Lancaster ?

Enter Messenger. But stay, what news? why com'st thou in such poft ? Gab. * The Queen, with all the northern Earls and

Intend here to besiege you in your castle.
She is hard by with twenty thousand men ;
And therefore fortify your Hold, my Lord.
York. Ay,—with my sword. What! think't thou

that we fear them?
Edward and Richard you shall stay with me;
My brother Montague shall post to London,
Let noble Warwick, Cobbam, and the rest,
Whom we have left protectors of the King,
With powerful policy strengthen themselves,
And trust not simple Henry nor his oaths.

Mont. Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not,
And thus most humbly I do take my


[Exit Montague. Enter Sir John Mortimer and Sir Hugh Mortimer.

York. Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles, You are come to Sandal in a happy hour. The army of the Queen means to besiege us. Sir Jobn. She shall not need, we'll meet her in the

field. York. What with five thousand men ? Rich. Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need. * The Queen, with all, &c.] use unlawful means to do that I know not whether the authour which a little delay would put intended any moral inftruction, honeftly in their power. Had but he that reads this has a strikYork staid but a few moments ing admonition against that pre- he had saved his caufc from the sipitancy by which men often stain of perjury.

A woman's General ; what should we fear?

(A march afar off. Edw. I hear their drums: let's set our men in order, And issue forth, and bid them batcle strait,

York. Five men to twenty! Though the odds be great, I doubt not, Uncle, of our victory. Many a battle have I won in France, When as the enemy hath been ten to one; Why should I noe now have the like success?

[ Alarm. Exeunt.


A Field of Battle between Sandal-Caffle and Wakefield.

Enter Rutland and his Tutor. Rut. H, whither shall I fly to 'scape their hands?

Ah, Tudor, look' where bloody Clifford



Enter Clifford and Soldiers. Clif. Chaplain, away! thy priesthood faves thy life; As for the Brat of this accursed Duke, Whole father few my facher, he shall die.

Tutor. And I, my Lord, will bear him company. Clif. Soldiers, away, and drag him hence perforce.

Tutor. Ah! Clifford, murder not this innocent child, Lelt thou be hated both of God and man.

[Exit, dragg'd off. Clif. How now? is he dead already? or, is't fear That makes him close his eyes? I'll

Rut. * So looks the pent-up Lion o'er the wretch
That trenibles under his devouring paws';
And so he walks insulting o'er his prey,
And so he comes to rend his limbs alunder,
Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with chy sword,
And not with luch a cruel threatning look.

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Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die ;
I am too mean à Subject of thy wrath,
Be thou reveng'd on men, and let me live.
Clif. In vain thou speak'st, poor boy; my

Hath stopt the passage where thy words should enter.

Rut. Then let my father's blood open't again ;
He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him.

Clif. Had I thy brethren here, their lives and thine
Were not Revenge fufficient for me.
No, if I digg’d up thy forefathers' graves,
And hung their rotten coffins up in chains,
It could not Nake mine ire, nor eafe my heart.
The light of any of the House of York
Is as a Fury to torment my soul,
And till I root out their accurred Line,
And leave not one alive, I live in heil.

[Lifting bis band.
Rut. O let me pray before I take my

- To thee I pray-sweet Clifford, pity me.

Clif. Such pity as my rapier's point affords.
Rut. I never did thee harm; why wilt thou nay me?
Clif. Thy father hath.

Rut. But 'cwas, ere I was born.
Thou hast one fon, for his fake pity me ;
Lest in revenge thereof, fith God is just,
He be as miserably sain as I.
Ah, let me live in prison all my days,
And when I give occasion of offence,
Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause.

Clif. No cause!
Thy father flew my father, therefore die.

(Clif. stabs him.
Rut. Dii faciant, laudis fumma fit ifta tue ! [Diese

Clif. Plantagenet, I come, Plantagenet !
And this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade
Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood,
Congeald with this, do make me wipe off both. [Exit.



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Alarm. Enter Richard Duke of York.
York. The army of the Queen hath got

the field;
My Uncies both are Nain in rescuing me,
And all my Followers to the eager foe
Turn Back, and fly like ships before the wind,
Or lambs pursu'd by hunger-starved wolves.
My Sons, God knows, what hath bechanced them,
But this I know, they have demean'd themselves
Like men born to Renown, by life or death.
Three times did Richard make a lane to me,
And thrice cry'd, Courage, father! fight it out:
And full as oft came Edward to my lide,
With purple falchion painted to the hilt
In blood of those, that had encounter'd him:
And when the hardiest warriors did retire,
Richard cry'd, Charge !' and give no foot of ground;
And cry'd A Crown, or else a glorious comb,
A Scepter or an earthy Sepulchre.
With this we charg'd again ; but out ! alas,
9 We bodg'd again, as I have seen a Swan
With bootless labour swim against the tide,
And spend her strength with over-matching waves,

[Ahort alarm within,
Ah! hark, the fatal followers do pursue,
And I am faint, and cannot fy their fury,
And were I strong I would not shun their fury.
The sands are number'd, that make up my life ;
Here must I stay, and here my life must end,

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