And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults, For I will henceforth be no more unconftant. K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times more belov'd, Than if thou never hadít deferv'd our hate. Glo. Welcome, good Clarence, this is brother-like. War. O paffing traitor, perjur'd and unjuft! * K. Edw. What Warwick, wilt thou leave the town and fight? Or fhall we beat the ftones about thine ears? War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence: I will away towards Barnet prefently, And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st. K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way. -Lords, to the field; St. George and victory! [Exeunt. March. Warwick and his Company follow. A Field of Battle near Barnet. Alarm and Excurfions. Enter Edward, bringing forth Warwick wounded. K. Edw. lie thou there: die thou, and die our So, Fear; 4 For Warwick was a bug, that fcar'd us all. That Warwick's bones may keep thine company. [Exit. My bloed, my want of ftrength, my fick heart fhows, *Paing] Eminent, egregious; traiterous beyond the common track of treafon. 4 For Warwick was a bug that fear'd us all.] Bug is a Bugbear, a terrifick being. Thus yields the Cedar to the ax's edge, Whofe arms gave fhelter to the princely eagle, Whole top branch over-peer'd Jove's fpreading tree, And kept low fhrubs from winter's pow'rful wind. Thefe eyes, that now are dim'd with death's black veil, Have been as piercing as the mid-day Sun, To fearch the fecret treafons of the world. The wrinkles in my brow, now fill'd with blood, For who liv'd King, but I could dig his grave? Enter Oxford and Somerfet. Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick, wert thou as we are, We might recover all our lofs again; The Queen from France hath brought a puiffant Pow'r; Ev'n now we heard the news. Ah, could't thou fly! War. Why, then I would not fly.-Ah, Montague, If thou be there, fweet brother, take my hand, And with thy lips keep in my foul a while. Thou lov't me not; for, brother, if thou didft, Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood, That glews my lips, and will not let me fpeak. Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead. Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd his laft, And to the latest gafp cry'd out for Warwick, And faid, Commend me to my valiant brother. And more he would have faid, and more he fpoke, HOR. Gedes camptis faltibus, et de me, Villaque. This mention of his parks and mancurs diminishes the pathetick effect of the foregoing lines. P 2 Which 5 Which founded like a clamour in a vault, War. Sweetly reft his foul! Fly, Lords, and fave yourselves; for Warwick bids You all farewel, to meet again in heav'n. [Dies. Oxf. Away, away, to meet the Queen's great power. [They bear away his Body, and Exeunt. SCENE IV. Changes to another Part of the Field. Flourish. Enter King Edward in triumph; with Gloucefter, Clarence, and the rest. K. Edw.HUS far our fortune keeps an upward course, THU And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory. I mean, my Lords, thofe Powers, that the Queen Clar. A little gale will foon difperfe that cloud, Glo. The Queen is valued thirty thousand strong, 5 Which founded like a CANNON in a vault,] The old quarto reads CLAMOUR, which is undoubtedly right, i. e. a clamour of tongues, which, as he lays, could not be distinguif'd. This was a pertinent fimilitude: The other abfurd, and neither agrees with what is predicated of it, nor with what it is intended to illuflrate. WARBURTON. And And Somerset with Oxford, fled to her. K. Edw. We are advertis'd by our loving friends, Strike up the Drum, cry,-Courage, and away. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Changes to Tewksbury. March. Enter the Queen, Prince of Wales, Somerset, Oxford, and Soldiers. Queen. G REAT Lords, wife men ne'er fit and wail But chearly feek how to redrefs their arms. And give more ftrength to that which hath too much, The friends of France our fhrouds and tackling ftill? For For once allow'd the fkilful pilot's charge? We will not from the helm to fit and weep, But keep our courfe, though the rough wind fay, No, Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant spirit Should, if a coward heard her fpeak these words, Infufe his breaft with magnanimity, And make him naked, foil a man at arms, Oxf, Women and children of fo high a courage! Qucen |