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Mont. And whosoe'er gainsays king Edward's Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship? By this I challenge him to single fight. [right, Methinks, the power, that Edward hath in field,
[Throws down his Gauntlet. Should not be able to encounter mine. All. Long live king Edward the fourth! Exe. The doubt is, that he will seduce the K. Edw. Thanks, brave Montgomery ;-and
rest. thanks unto you all.
K. Hen. That's not my fear, my meed* hath If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness.
got me fame. Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York: I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands, And when the morning sun shall raise his car Nor posted off their suits with slow delays; Above the border of this horizon, (mates; My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, We'll forward towards Warwick, and his My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs, For, well I wot,* that Henry is no soldier.- My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears : Ah, froward Clarence !-how evil it beseems I have not been desirous of their wealth, thee,
Nor much oppress’d them with great subsidies, To flatter Henry, and forsake thy brother! Nor forward of revenge, though they much Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and err'd;
why should they love Edward more than Come on, brave soldiers; doubt not of the day; No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace: And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay. And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb,
[Exeunt. The lamb will never cease to follow him.
[Shout within. A Lancaster! A Lancaster! SCENE VIII.-London.--A Room in the Exe. Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are Palace.
these? Enter King HENRY, WARWICK, Clarence, MONTAGUE, Exeter, and OXFORD.
nter King EDWARD, Gloster, and Soldiers. War. What counsel, lords ? Edward from K. Edw. Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry, Belgia,
bear him hence, With basty Germans, and blunt Hollanders,
And once again proclaim us king of England. Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas,
You are the
fount, that makes small brooks to And with his troops doth march amain to
Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them And many giddy people flock to him.
And swell so much the higher by their ebb.-. Oxf. Let's levy men, and beat him back Hence with him to the Tower; let him not again.
speak. Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out;
[Exeunt some with King Henry. Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our War. In Warwickshire I have true-bearted
Where peremptory Warwick now reniains: Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war;
The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay, Those will I muster up :-and thou, son Cla- Cold biting winter'mars our hop'd-for hay:* rence,
Glo. Away betimes, before bis forces join, Shalt stir, in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,
And take the great-grown traitor unawares : The knights and gentlemen to come with Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventhee:
[Exeunt. Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,
(lov’d, Enter, upon the Walls, Warwick, the Mayor of And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well be
Corentry, two MESSENGERS, and others. In Oxfordshire shall muster up thy friends.My sovereign, with the loving citizens,
War. Where is the post, that came from Like to his island, girt in with the ocean,
valiant Oxford ! Or modest Dian, circled with her nymphs,
How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow? Shall rest in London, till we come to him.
1 Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching hi
therward. Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply.Farewell, my_sovereign.
War. How far off is our brother Montague?K. Hen. Farewell, my Hector, and my Where is the post that came from Montague? Troy's true hope.
2 Mess. By this at Daintry, with a puissant Clar. In sign of truth, I kiss your highness'
Enter Sir John SOMERVILLE. K. Hen. Well-minded Clarence, be thou for
War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving tunate! Mont. Comfort, my lord;—and so I take my And, by the guess, how nigh is Clarence now? leave.
Som. At Southam I did leave him with his Oxf. And thus (Kissing HENRY's hand.] I
forces, seal my truth, and bid adieu. K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Mon- And do expect him here some two hours hence.
[Drum heurd. tague, And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his
drum, War. Farewell, sweet lords; let's meet at Coventry.
Som. It is not his, my lord; here Southam [Exeunt WAR. CLAR. Oxf. and Mont.
(Warwick. K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest a The drum your honour hears, marcheth from while,
The illusion is to the proverb, “ Make hay while the Know.
War. Who should that be? belike, unlook'd- K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our for friends.
backs, Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt, know.
Will issue out again, and bid us battle: Drums. Enter King EDWARD, Gloster, and if not, the city, being but of small defence, Forces, marching.
We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.
War: o, welcome, Oxford ! for we want K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound
tby help. a parle. Glo. See, how the surly Warwick mans the
Enter MONTAGUE, with Drum and Colours. wall. War. O, unbid spite! is sportful Edward Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster! come?
(He and his Forces enter the City. Where slept our scouts, or how are they se- Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy That we could hear no news of his repair ?
this treason K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. city gates,
(knee?- K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy
victory; Call Edward-king, and at his hands beg My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest.
mercy, And he shall pardon thee these outrages.
Enter Somerset, with Drum und Colours. War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,
[down?- Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster! Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee
[He and his Forces enter the City. Call Warwick-patron, and be penitent, Glo. Two of thy name, both dakes of soAnd thou shalt still remain the duke of York.
merset, Glo. I thought, at least, he would have Have sold their lives unto the house of York; said--the king;
And thou shalt be the third, if this sword Or did he make the jest against his will?
hold. War. Is not a dukedom, Sir, a goodly gift? Glo. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give? Enter Clarence, with Drum and Colours. I'll do thee service for so good a gift.
War. And lo, where George of Clarence War. 'Twas I, that gave the kingdom to thy brother
sweeps along, K. Edw. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by with whom an upright zeal to right prevails,
Of force enough to bid his brother battle; Warwick's gist. War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick
More than the nature of a brother's love :weight:
calls. And, weakling, Warwiek takes his gift again; And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.
Clar, Father of Warwick, know you what
this means; K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's
(Taking the red Rosé oul of his Cap. prisoner: And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this, I will not ruinate my father's house, [gether,
Look here, I throw my infamy at thee: What is the body, when the head is off? Glo. Alas, that' Warwick had no more sore- And set up Lancaster, Why, trow'st thou,
Who gave his blood to lime* the stones tocast,
To bend the fatal instruments of war
Against his brother, and his lawful king?
wick still, Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel I am so sorry for my tresspass made,
Than Jephtha's, when he sacrific'd his daughdown, kneel down :
That, to deserve well at my brother's hands, Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools. I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe; War. I had rather chop this hand off at a With resolution, whereso'er 1 meet thee, blow,
(As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad) And with the other fling it at thy face,
To plague thee for thy foul misleading me. Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee. K. Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.
And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee, and tide thy friend; This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,
Shair, Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends; Shall, whiles the head is warm, and new cut For I will henceforth be no more unconstant. off,
K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times Write in the dust this sentence with thy Wind-chunging Warwick now can change no Than if thou never hadst deservd our hate.
more belov'd, Glo. Welcome, good Clarence; this is bro
ther-like. Enter OXFORD, with Drum and Colours.
War. O passingt traitor, perjur'd, and unWar. O cheerful colours! see, where Oxford just! comes !
K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!
the town, and fight? (Oxford and his Forces enter the City. Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears ? Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too.
* 1. e. To cement, * I. e. Enroll mysclf among thy dependents.
Stupid, insensible of paternal fondne † A pack of cards was ancicntly terined a deck of cards. | Eminent, egregious.
War, Alas, I am not coop'd here for de- Which sounded like a cannon in a vault, fence :
That might not be distinguish’d; but, at last, I will away towards Barnet presently, I well might hear deliver'd with a groan,And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st. O, farewell, Warwick! K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and War. Sweet rest to his soul!-- [bids leads the way :
Fly, lords, and save yourselves; for Warwick Lords to the field; Saint George, and victory. You all farewell, to meet again in heaven. [March. Exeunt.
Oxf, Away, away, to meet the queen's great SCENE II.-A Field of Battle near Barnel.
power! Alarums, and Excursions. Enter King EDWARD,
(Exeunt, bearing of Warwick's Body. bringing in WARWICK wounded.
SCENE III.--Another part of the field. K. Edw. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die Flourish.-Enter King EDWARD in triumph; our fear;
with CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and the rest. For Warwick was a bug,* that fear’dt us all.
K. Edw. Thus far our furtune keeps an upNow, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,
ward course, That' Warwick's bones may keep thine company.
And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory.
(Exit. War. Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend, I spy a black, suspicious, threat'ning cloud,
But, in the midst of this bright-shining day, or foe, And tell me, who is victor, York, or Warwick? Ere he attain his easeful western bed :
That will encounter with our glorious sun, Why ask I that? my mangled body shows, My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart
mean, my lords,-those powers, that the shows,
queen That I must yield my body to the earth,
Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coast, And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.
And, as we bear, march on to fight with us.
Clur. A little gale will soon disperse that Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, And blow it to the source from whence it came:
cloud, Under whose shade the ramping lion slept? W hose top-branch overpeer'a Jove's spreading for every
cloud engenders not a storm.
Thy very beams will dry those vapours up; tree,
(wind. And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful
Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her;
strong, black veil, Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,
If she have time to breathe, be well assur'd, To search the secret treasons of the world:
Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
K. Edw. We are advertis'd by our loving The wrinkles in my brows, now fill’d with blood,
(bury; Were likeo'd oft to kingly sepulchres;
That they do hold their course toward Tewks. For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave? Will thither straight, For willingness rids way;
We having now the best at Barnet field, And who durst smile, when Warwick bent his And, as we march, our strength will be aug
brow? Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood!
mented, My parks, my walks, my manors that I had,
In every county as we go along.Even now forsake me; and, of all my lands,
Strike up the drum; cry-Courage! and away. Is nothing left me, but my body's length!
(E.rcunt. Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and SCENE IV.-Plains near Tewksbury.
dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must. March.—Enter Queen MARGARET, Prince Ed.
WARD, SOMERSET, OXFORD, and Soldiers. Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET.
Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as
wail their loss, we are,
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. We might recover all our loss again!
What though the mast be now blown over. The queen from France hath brought a puis
board, sant power;
The cable broke, the holding anchor lost, Even now we heard the news: Ah, could'st And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood ? thou fly!
Yet lives our pilot still: Is't meet, that he War. Why, then I would not iy.-Ah, Mon- Should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad, tague,
With tearful eyes add water to the sea. If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, And give more strength to that which hath too And with thy lips keep in my soul a while!
much; Thou lov’st me not; for, brother, if thou didst, Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, Thy tears would wash this cold congealed Which industry and courage might have savd? + blood,
Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this! That glews my lips, and will not let me speak. Say, Warwick was our anchor; What of that? Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead. And Montague our top-mast; What of him? Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath’s | Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; What of his last;
these? And to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick, Why, is not Oxford here another anchor? And said--Commend me to my valiant brother And Somerset another goodly mast; [lings? And more he would have said; and more he The friends of France our shrouds and tackspoke,
And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I
For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge? Bugbear.
We will not from the helm, to sit and weep;
But keep our course, though the rough wind | Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes. say-no,
(wreck. Therefore, no more but this :-Henry, your From shelves and rocks that threaten us with
sovereign, As good to chide the waves, as speak them is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd, fair.
His realm a slaughterhouse, his subjects slaio, And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea ? His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent; What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit? And yonder is the wolf, that makes this spoil. And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock? You fight in justice: then, in God's name, All these the enemies to our poor bark.
lords, Say, you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while: Be valiant, and give signal to the fight. Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly
(Exeunt both Armies. sink: Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off, SCENE V.-Another part of the same. Or else you famish, that's a threefold death. This speak I, lords, to let you understand, Alarums: Excursions : und afterwards a Retreat. In case some one of you would fly from us, Then Enter King EDWARD, CLARENCE, Glos. That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the bro- TER, and Forces; rith Queen MARGARET, thers,
OXFORD, and SOMERSET, Prisoners. More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and rocks.
K. Edr. Now, here a period of tumultuous
broils. Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, Away with Oxford to Hammes' castle* straight: 'Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear. Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them
For Somerset, off with his guilty head. spirit
speak. Should, if a coward heard her speak these Iofuse his breast with magnanimity,
Oxf. For my part, I will not trouble thee
with words. And make him, naked, foil a man at arms, I speak not this, as doubting any here:
Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my
fortune. For, did I but suspect a fearful man, He should have leave to go away betiines;
(Exeunt Oxford and SOMERSET, guarded. Lest, in our need, he might infect another,
Q. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous And make him of like spirit to himself.
world, If any such be here, as God forbid !
To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. Let him depart, before we need his help.
K. Edw. Is proclamation made,-that, who
finds Edward, Oxf. Women and children of so high a courage!
Shall have a high reward, and he his life!
(shame.And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual
Glo. It is : and, lo, where youthful Edward 0, brave young prince! thy famous grandfather
[live, Enter Soldiers, with Prince EDWARD. Doth live again in thee; Long may’st thou To bear his image, and renew his glories!
K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear Som. And be, that will not fight for such a
him speak: hope,
What! can so young a thorn begin to prick ? Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day,
Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, If be arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.
For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset; --sweet And all the trouble thou hast turn' me to? Oxford, thanks.
Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambiPrince. And take his thanks, that yet hath Suppose, that I am now my father's mouth;
tious York ! nothing else.
Resign thy chair, and, where I stand, kneel Enter a MESSENGER.
thou, Mess. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee, hand,
Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer Rea to fight; therefore be resolute.
Oxf. I thought no less : it is his policy, Q. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so reTo haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
solv'd! Som. But he's deceiv'd, we are in readiness.
Glo. That you might still have worn the Q. Mar. This cheers my beart, to see your And ne'er have 'stoľn the breech from Lan
forwardness. Oxf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will
caster. not budge.
Prince. Let Æsopt fable in a winter's night;
His currish riddles sort not with this place. March. Enter at a distance, King EDWARD, Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plague you for CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces.
that word. K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the
Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague thorny wood, Which, by the heavens'assistance, and your
Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive
scold. strength, Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.
Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crookI need not add more fuel to your fire,
back rather. For well I wot,* ye blaze to burn them out:
K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charmt Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords.
your tongue. Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen,
Clar. Untutor'à lad, thou art too malapert. what, I should say,
* A castle in Picardy. My tears gainsay;t for every word I speak, # The Prince calls Richard, for his crookedness, £**?
i 1.e. I will compel you to be as silent as if you were * know.
+ Unsay, deny. deprived of speech by enchantment
Prinue. I know my duty, you are all undu- Now march we hence: discharge the commun tiful:
(Ereunt. K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here.
[Stabs kim. SCENE VI.-London.- A Room in the Tower. Glo. Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy King HENRY is discovered sitting with a Book agony.
(Glo. stabs hin.
in his Aland, the Lieutenant attending. Enter Clar. And there's for twitting me with per- GLOSTER. jury. [Clar, stubs him.
Glo. Good day, my lord! What, at your Q. Mar. O, kill me too!
book so baru ? Glo. Marry, and shall. [Offers to kill her.
K. Aen. Ay, my good lord: My lord, I K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have
should say rather; done too much. Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike,
'Tis sin to flatter, good was little better: with words?
And both preposterous; therefore, not good K. Edw. What! doth she swoon? use means
lord. for her recovery.
Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my
[Exit Lieutenant. brother;
K. 'Hen. So flies the reckless* shepherd from l'll hence to London on a serious matter:
the wolf: Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, Clar. What? what?
Aud next his throat unto the butcher's knife, Glo. The Tower, the Tower! [Exit. What scene of death hath Roscius now to act? Q. Mar. 0, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy
Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mother, boy!
mind; Canst thou not speak?-- O traitors! mur. The thief doth fear each bush an officer. 'They, that stabb’d Cæsar, shed no blood at all,
K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in a Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,
[bush: If this foul deed were by, to equal it.
With trembling wings misdoubtetht every He was a man; this, in respect, a child; And men ne'er spend their fury on a child. (it? | Have now the fatal object in my eye,
And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, What's worse than murderer, ihat I may name
Where my poor young was lim’d, was caught, No, no; my heart will burst, an if I speak :
and kill'd. And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.
Glo. Why, what a peevisht fool was that of Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals!
And yet, for all his wings, the fool was The thought of them would have stirr'd up re
K. Hen. I, Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus But, if you ever chance to have a child,
Thy father, Minos, that denied our course ; Look in his youth to have him so cut off,
The sun, that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy, As, deathsmen! you bave rid this sweet young Thy brother Edward ; and thyself, the sea,
prince! K. Edw. Away with her; go, bear her hence Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words!
Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life. perforce. Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, despatch Than can my ears that tragic history.
My breast can better brook thy dagger's point, me here;
death: But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life? Here sheath thy'sword, I'll pardon thee my
Glo. Think'st thou, I am an executioner ? What! wilt thou not?—then, Clarence, do it
K. Hen. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art; thou. Clar. By heaven, I will not do thee so much Why, then thou art an executioner.
If murdering innocents be executing,
Glo. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption. Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence,
K. Hen. Hadst thou been kill'd, when first do thou do it.
thou didst presume, Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear, I would Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine.
not do it. Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thy. Which now mistrust 'no parcels of my fear;
And thus I prophesy,--that many a thousand, 'Twas sin before, but aow 'tis charity: [self; And many an old man's sigli, and many a wiWhat! wilt thou not? where is that devil's
(thou? And many an'orphan's water-standing eye..., Hard-favour'd Richard? Richard, where art Men for their sons, wives for their husbands' Thou art not here: Murder is thy alms-deed;
fate, Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back.
And orphans for their parents' timeless death, K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born. hence.
The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign; Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to the night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
this prince! (Exčit, led out forcibly. Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook down K. Edw. Where's Richard gone?
trees; Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guess, The raven rook’d|| her on the chimney's top, To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
And chattering pies in dismal discords sung. K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head.
* Carelmas. + To misdoubt is to suspect danger, to feer.
Childish. No part of what my fears pretage. Dispute, contention.
li To rook, signified to squat down or lodge on any + She alludes to the desertion of Clarence