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For Edward will defend the town, and thee, And, when the morning sun shall raise his car And all those friends that deign to follow me. Above the border of this horizon,

We'll forward towards Warwick, and his mates; Drum. Enter MontgOMERY, and Forces,

For, well I wot, that Henry is no soldier.marching

Ah, froward Clarence !-howevil it beseems thee, Gln. Brother, this is sir John Montgomery, To flatter Henry, and forsake thy brother ! Our trusty friend, unless I be deceiv'd. Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and WarK. Edw. Welcome, sir John! But why come wick. you in arms?

Come on, brave soldiers ; doubt not of the day; Mont. To help king Edward in his time of And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay. storm,

[Exeunt. As every loyal subject ought to do. K. Edw. Thanks, good Montgomery: But

SCENE VIII.-London. A room in the we now forget

palace. Our title to the crown; and only claim Our dukedom, till God please to send the rest.

Enter King Henry, Warwick, CLARENCE, Mont. Then fare you well, for I will hence

MONTAGUE, Exeter, and Oxrord. again;

War. What counsel, lords ? Edward from I came to serve a king, and not a duke.

Belgia, Drummer, strike up, and let us march away. With hasty Germans, and blunt Hollanders,

[A march begun. Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas, K. Edw. Nay, stay, sir John, awhile ; and And with his troops doth marchamain to London; we'll debate,

And many giddy people flock to him. By what safe means the crown may be recover’d. Orf. Let's levy men, and beat him back again. Mont. What talk you of debating ? in few Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out; words,

Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king, War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted ITI leave you to your fortune ; and be gone

friends, To keep them back, that come to succour you: Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war; Why should we fight, if you pretend no title? Those will I muster up:--and thou, son Cla-, Glo. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on rence, nice points ?

Shalt stir, in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent, K. Edw. When we grow stronger, then we'll The knights and gentlemen to come with thee:make our claim :

Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham, Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning. Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find Hast. Away with scrupulous wit! now arms Men will inclin'd to hear what thou commust rule.

mand'st :Glo. And fearless minds climb soonest unto And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov'd, crowns.

In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand; My sovereign, with the loving citizens, The bruit thereof will bring you many friends. Like to his island, girt in with the ocean, K. Edw. Then be it as you will ; for 'tis my Or modest Dian, circled with her nymphs,right,

Shall rest in London, till we come to him.-And Henry but usurps the diadem.

Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply.Mont. Áy, now my sovereign speaketh like Farewell, my sovereign. himself;

K. Hen. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's And now will í be Edward's champion.

true hope. Hast. Sound, trumpet ; Edward shall be here Clar. In sign of truth I kiss your highness' proclaim'd :

hand. Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation. K. Hen. Well-minded Clarence, be thou for

[Gives him a paper. Flourish. tunate! Sold. [Reads. J Edward the fourth, by the Mont. Comfort, my lord !-and so I take my grace of God, king of England and France, and leave. lord of Ireland, &c.

Oxf. And thus [Kissing Henry's hand.] I Mont. And whosoe'er gainsays king Edward's seal my truth, and bid adieu. right,

K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving MonBy this I challenge him to single fight.

tague, [Throws down his gauntlet. And all at once, once more a All. Long live Edward the fourth !

War. Farewell, sweet lords; let's meet at CoK. Edw. Thanks, brave Montgomery ;-and ventry: thanks unto you all.

(Ereunt War. Clar. Orf. and Mont. If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness. K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest a while. Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York: Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship?

happy farewell.


Methinks, the power, that Edward hath in field,
Should not be able to encounter mine.

Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, and Soldiers.
Exe. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest. K. Edw. Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry, bear
K. Hen. That's not my fear, my meed hath him hence,
got me fame.

And once again proclaim us king of England.I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands, You are the fount, that makes small brooks to Nor posted off their suits with slow delays ; My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, Now stops thy spring ; my sea shall suck them My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs, dry, My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears : And swell so much the higher by their ebbI have not been desirous of their wealth, Hence with him to the Tower ; let him not Nor much oppress’d them with great subsidies, speak. [Exeunt some with King Henry. Nor forward of revenge, though they much err’d; And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course, Then why should they love Edward more than me? Where peremptory Warwick now remains : No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace ; The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay, And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb, Cold biting winter mars our hop'd-for hay. The lamb will never cease to follow him.

Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join, [Shout within. A Lancaster ! A Lancaster ! And take the great-grown traitor unawares : Ēxe. Hark, hark, my lord ! what shouts are Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry. these?



Wur. O, unbid spite ! is sportful Edward SCENE I.-Coventry.

come? Enter, upon the walls, Warwick, the Mayor of That we could hear no news of his repair?

Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd, Coventry, two Messengers, and Others.

K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the War. Where is the post that came from valiant city gates, Oxford ?

Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee?How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow ? Call Edward-king, and at his hands beg mercy, 1 Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching hither- And he shall pardon thee these outrages. ward.

Wur. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces War. How far off is our brother Montague ?-- hence, Where is the post that came from Montague ? Confess who set thee upand pluck'd thee down?2 Mess. By this at Daintry, with a puissant Call Warwick-patron, and be penitent, troop.

And thou shalt still remain the duke of York.

Glo. I thought, at least, he would have said, Enter Sir John SOMERVILLE.

the king; War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son? Or did he make the jest against his will ? And, by the guess, how nigh is Clarence now? War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift? Som. At Southam, I did leave him with his Glo. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give; forces,

I'll do thee service for so good a gift. And do expect him here some two hours hence. War. 'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy

[Drum heard. brother. War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. K. Edw. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by Ware Som. It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies;

wick's gitt. The drum, your honour hears, marcheth from War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight: Warwick.

And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; War. Who should that be? belike, unlook'd- And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject. for friends.

K. Edu. But Warwick's king is Edward's Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly prisoner: know.

And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this,

What is the body, when the head is off? Drums. Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, and Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast, Forces, marching:

But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten, K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound The king was slily finger'd from the deck ! a parle.

You left poor Henry at the bishop's palace, Glo. See how the surly Warwick mans the wall. ! And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower,

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K. Edw. 'Tis even so ; yet you are Warwick | Against his brother, and his lawful king ? still.

Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath : Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel To keep that oath, were more impiety down, kneel down :

Than Jephtha's, when he sacrific'd his daughter. Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools. I am so sorry for my trespass made,

War. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, That, to deserve well at my brother's hands, And with the other fling it at thy face,

I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe; Than bear so low a sail to strike to thee. With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee, K. Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind and (As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad,) tide thy friend ;

To plague thee for thy foul misleading me. This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair, And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee, Shall, whiles the head is warm, and new cut off, And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks. Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,- Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends; Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more. And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,

For I will henceforth be no more unconstant. Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours.

K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times War. O cheerful colours ! see, where Oxford more belov'd, comes !

Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate. Orf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster !

Glo. Welcome, good Clarence ; this is bro[Oxford and his Forces enter the city.

ther-like. Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too. War. O passing traitor, perjur'd, and unjust!

K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs: K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the Stand we in good array ; for they, no doubt,

town, and fight? Will issue out again, and bid us battle :

Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears? If not, the city being of small defence,

War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence : We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same. I will away towards Barnet presently, War.0, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help. And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar’st.

K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and Enter Montague, with drum and colours.

leads the way : Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster ! Lords, to the field ; Saint George, and victory! [He and his Forces enter the city.

[arch. Exeunt. Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason,

SCENE II.-A field of battle near Barnet. Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater

Alarums and Ercursions. Enter King EDWARD, victory;

bringing in Warwick wounded. My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest. K. Edw. So, lie thou there : die thou, and die

our fear; Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours.

For Warwick was a bug, that fear'd us all. Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster ! Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,

[He and his Forces enter the city. That Warwick’s bones may keep thine company. Glo. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset,

[Exit. Have sold their lives unto the house of York ; War. Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend, And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold.

or foe, Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours.

And tell me, who is victor, York, or Warwick ?

Why ask I that? my mangled body shows, War. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart along,

shows, Of force enough to bid his brother battle ; That I must yield my body to the earth, With whom an upright zeal to right prevails, And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe. More than the nature of a brother's love ;- Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, calls.

Under whose shade the ramping lion slept; Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading means?

tree, [Taking the red rose out of his cap. And kept lowshrubs from winter's powerfulwind. Look here, I throw my infamy at thee : These eyes, that now'are dimm'd with death's I will not ruinate my father's house,

black veil, Who gave his blood to lime the stones together, Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun, And set up Lancaster. Why, trow’st thou, To search the secret treasons of the world : Warwick,

The wrinkles in my brows, now fill’d with blood, That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural, Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres ; To bend the fatal instruments of war

For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave ?

And who durst smile, when Warwick bent his Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong, brow?

And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her ; Lo, now my glory smear’d in dust and blood ! If she have time to breathe, be well assur'd, My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, Her faction will be full as strong as ours. Even now forsake me; and, of all my lands, K. Edw. We are advertis'd by our loving Is nothing left me, but my body's length!

friends, Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and That they do hold their course toward Tewksdust?

bury; And, live we how we can, yet die we must. We, having now the best at Barnet field,

Will thither strait, for willingness rids way: Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET.

And, as wemarch, our strength will be augmented Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick ! wert thou as In every county as we go along:we are,

Strike up the drum; cry-Courage ! and away. We might recover all our loss again!

[Ereunt. The queen from France hath brought a puissant power ;

SCENE IV.-Plains near Tewksbury. Even now we heard the news: Ah, could'st thou

fly! War. Why, then I would not fly.—Ah, Mon- March. Enter Queen Margaret, Prince Ed

WARD, SOMERSET, OXFORD, and Soldiers. tague, If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and And with thy lips keep in my soul a while !

wail their loss, Thou lov'st me not ; for, brother, if thou didst, But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood, What though the mast be now blown over-board, That glews my lips, and will not let me speak. The cable broke, the holding anchor lost, Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead. And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood ? Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd | Yet lives our pilot still : Is't meet, that he his last;

Should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad, And to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick, With tearful eyes add water to the sea, And said-Commend me to my valiant brother. And give more strength to that which hath too And more he would have said; and more he spoke, much ; Which sounded like a cannon in a vault, Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, That might not be distinguish'd ; but, at last, Which industry and courage might have savid ? I well might hear deliver'd with a groan, - Ah, what a shame! ah ! what a fault were this! O, farewell, Warwick !

Say, Warwick was our anchor ; What of that? War. Sweet rest to his soul !

And Montague our top-mast; What of him? Fly, lords, and save yourselves; for Warwick bids Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; What of You all farewell, to meet again in heaven.


[ Dies. Why, is not Oxford here another anchor ? Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great And Somerset another goodly mast ? power!

The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? [Ereunt, bearing off Warwick's body. And though unskilful, why not Ned and I

For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge ?

We will not from the helm, to sit and weep; SCENE III.—Another part of the field.

But keep our course, though the rough winds Flourish. Enter King Edward in triumph ;

say-no, with CLARENCE, Gloster, and the rest.

From shelves and rocks that threaten us with

wreck. K. Edw. Thus for our fortune keeps an up- As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair. ward course,

And what is Edward but a ruthless sea ? And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory. What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit? But, in the midst of this bright-shining day, And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock ? I spy a black, suspicious, threat’ning cloud, All these the enemies to our poor bark. That will encounter with our glorious sun, Say, you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while: Ere he attain his easeful western bed:

Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink : I mean, my lords,—those powers, that the queen Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off, Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coast, Or else you famish, that's a threefold death. And, as we hear, march on to fight with us. This speak I, lords, to let you understand,

Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud, In case some one of you would fly from us, And blow it to the source from whence it came : That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers, Thy very beams will dry those vapours up; More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and For every cloud engenders not a storm.



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Why, courage, then ! what cannot be avoided, "Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear.

SCENE V. Another part of the same. Prince. Díethinks, a woman of this valiantspirit Should, if a coward heard her speak these words, Alarums: Excursions : and afterwards a Retreat. Infuse his breast with magnanimity,

Then enter King EDWARD), CLARENCE, GLOSAnd make him, naked, foil a man at arms.

Forces; with Queen MARGARET, I speak not this, as doubting any here:

OXFORD, and SOMERSET, prisoners. For, did I but suspect a fearful man,

K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous He should have leave to go away betimes;

broils. Lest, in our need, he might infect another, Away with Oxford to Hammes' castle straight : And make him of like spirit to himself. For Somerset, off with his guilty head. If any such be here, as God forbid !

Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak. Let him depart, before we need his help.

Oxf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with
Orf. Women and children of so high a courage ! words.
And warriors faint! why,'twere perpetual shame.-- Som. Nor 1, but stoop with patience to my
0, brave young prince! thy famous grandfather fortune.
Doth live again in thee; Long may'st thou live, [Exeunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded.
To bear his image, and renew his glories ! Q.Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous world,

Som. And he, that will not fight for such a hope, To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.
Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day, K. Edw. Is proclamation made,—that, who
If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.

finds Edward,
Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset ;-sweet Shall have a high reward, and he his life?
Oxford, thanks.

Glo. Itis:andlo, where youthful Edward comes. Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath nothing else.

Enter Soldiers, with Prince EDWARD.

K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear Enter a Messenger,

him speak: Mess. Prepare you, lords, for Edwardisat hand, What! can so young a thorn begin to prick ? Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.

Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, Orf. I thought no less : it is his policy,

For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.

And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to? Som. But he's deceiv'd, we are in readiness.

Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious R. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your

York ! forwardness.

Suppose, that I am now my father's mouth; Orf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not Resign thy chair, and where I stand, kneel thou, budge.

Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee,

Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to. March. Enter, at a distance, King EDWARD,

Q. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so re

solv'd! CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces.

Glo. That you might still have worn the petK. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the ticoat, thorny wood,

And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster. Which, by the heavens assistance, and your Prince. Let Æsop fable in a winter's night; strength,

His currish riddles sort not with this place. Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night. Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that I need not add more fuel to your fire,

word. For, well I wot, ye blaze to burn them out: Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords. Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive scold.

Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crookMy tears gainsay; for every word I speak,

back rather. Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.

K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm Therefore, no more but this :-Henry, your so- your tongue. vereign,

Clar. Untutor’d lad, thou art too malapert. Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd,

Prince. I know my duty, you are all undutiful: His realm a slaughterhouse, his subjects slain, Lascivious Edward, and thou perjur'd George,-His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent ; And thou mis-shapen Dick,- I tell ye all, And yonder is the wolf, that makes this spoil. I am your better, traitors as ye are ;You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords, And thou usurp’st my father's right and mine. Be valiant, and give signal to the fight.

K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer [Exeunt both Armies. here.

[Stabs him. Glo. Sprawl'st thou ? take that, to end thy agony.

[Glo. stabs hima VOL. II.


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