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For Edward will defend the town, and thee,
Glo. Brother, this is sir John Montgomery,
K. Edu. Welcome, sir John! But why come you in arms?
Mont. To help king Edward in his time of storm,
As every loyal subject ought to do.
K. Edw. Thanks, good Montgomery: But
Our title to the crown; and only claim
I came to serve a king, and not a duke.—
By what safe means the crown may be recover'd.
If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king,
K. Edw. When we grow stronger, then we'll
Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning. Hast. Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must rule.
Glo. And fearless minds climb soonest unto
Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand;
And Henry but usurps the diadem.
And, when the morning sun shall raise his car
We'll forward towards Warwick, and his mates;
Come on, brave soldiers; doubt not of the day;
SCENE VIII.-Londen. A room in the
Enter King HENRY, WARWICK, CLARENCE,
War. What counsel, lords? Edward from
With hasty Germans, and blunt Hollanders,
Orf. Let's levy men, and beat him back again.
Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war;
Shalt stir, in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,
And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov❜d,
Mont. Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like Farewell, my sovereign.
And now will I be Edward's champion.
Hast. Sound, trumpet; Edward shall be here proclaim'd:
Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation. [Gives him a paper. Flourish. Sold. [Reads. Edward the fourth, by the grace of God, king of England and France, and lord of Ireland, &c.
Mont. And whosoe'er gainsays king Edward's
By this I challenge him to single fight.
thanks unto you all.
If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness.
K. Hen. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's true hope.
Clar. In sign of truth I kiss your highness' hand.
K. Hen. Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate!
Mont. Comfort, my lord !-and so I take my leave.
Oxf. And thus Kissing Henry's hand. I seal my truth, and bid adieu.
K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,
And all at once, once more a happy farewell. War. Farewell, sweet lords; let's meet at Coventry.
[Exeunt War. Clar. Oxf. and Mont. K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest a while. Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship?
Methinks, the power, that Edward hath in field, Should not be able to encounter mine.
Exe. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest.
I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,
Enter King EDWARD, Gloster, and Soldiers. K. Edw. Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry, bear him hence,
And once again proclaim us king of England.— You are the fount, that makes small brooks to flow;
Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry,
And swell so much the higher by their ebb.Hence with him to the Tower; let him not
speak. [Exeunt some with King Henry. And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course, Where peremptory Warwick now remains : The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay, Cold biting winter mars our hop'd-for hay.
Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join, And take the great-grown traitor unawares: Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry. [Exeunt.
Enter Sir JOHN SOMERVILLE. War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son? And, by the guess, how nigh is Clarence now? Som. At Southam, I did leave him with his forces,
And do expect him here some two hours hence. [Drum heard.
War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. Som. It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies; The drum, your honour hears, marcheth from Warwick.
War. Who should that be? belike, unlook'dfor friends.
Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly
Drums. Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, and Forces, marching.
K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle.
Glo. See how the surly Warwick mans the wall.
War. O, unbid spite! is sportful Edward come?
Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd, That we could hear no news of his repair?
K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the
Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee?Call Edward-king, and at his hands beg mercy, And he shall pardon thee these outrages.
War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces
Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down?—
Or did he make the jest against his will?
War. 'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.
K. Edw. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift.
War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight: And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.
K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's
K. Edw. 'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick | Against his brother, and his lawful king?
Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel down, kneel down:
Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools.
This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair,
Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours. War. O cheerful colours! see, where Oxford comes !
Orf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!
[Oxford and his Forces enter the city. Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too. K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs: Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt, Will issue out again, and bid us battle: If not, the city being of small defence, We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same. War.O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help. Enter MONTAGUE, with drum and colours. Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster! [He and his Forces enter the city. Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason,
Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater victory;
My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest.
Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours. Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!
[He and his Forces enter the city. Glo. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset, Have sold their lives unto the house of York; And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold.
Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours. War. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps
Of force enough to bid his brother battle; With whom an upright zeal to right prevails, More than the nature of a brother's love ;Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick calls.
Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this means?
[Taking the red rose out of his cap. Look here, I throw my infamy at thee: I will not ruinate my father's house, Who gave his blood to lime the stones together, And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick,
That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural, To bend the fatal instruments of war
Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath:
For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.
Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate. Glo. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brother-like.
War. O passing traitor, perjur'd, and unjust! K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the
town, and fight?
Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?
K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way:
Lords, to the field; Saint George, and victory! [March. Exeunt.
SCENE II.-A field of battle near Barnet. Alarums and Excursions. Enter King EDWARD, bringing in WARWICK wounded.
K. Edw. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die
For Warwick was a bug, that fear'd us all.—
War. Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend,
And tell me, who is victor, York, or Warwick?
That I must yield my body to the earth,
And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. These eyes, that now'are dimm'd with death's black veil,
Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,
For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave?
And who durst smile, when Warwick bent his brow?
Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood!
And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET.
Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as
If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, And with thy lips keep in my soul a while! Thou lov'st me not; for, brother, if thou didst, Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood, That glews my lips, and will not let me speak. Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.
Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd his last;
And to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick,
War. Sweet rest to his soul!-
[Dies. Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great power!
[Exeunt, bearing off Warwick's body.
And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory.
I mean, my lords, those powers, that the queen
Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong, And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her; If she have time to breathe, be well assur'd, Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
K. Edw. We are advértis'd by our loving friends,
That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury;
We, having now the best at Barnet field,
Strike up the drum; cry-Courage! and away. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.-Plains near Tewksbury.
March. Enter Queen MARGARET, Prince ED
WARD, SOMERSET, OXFORD, and Soldiers.
Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men neʼer sit and wail their loss,
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock,
Why, is not Oxford here another anchor ?
From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck.
As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair.
Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, "Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear.
Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant spirit Should, if a coward heard her speak these words, Infuse his breast with magnanimity,
And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
Orf. Women and children of so high a courage! And warriors faint! why,'twere perpetual shame.-O, brave young prince! thy famous grandfather Doth live again in thee; Long may'st thou live, To bear his image, and renew his glories!
Som. And he, that will not fight for such a hope, Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day, If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.
Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset ;-sweet Oxford, thanks.
Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath nothing else.
SCENE V.-Another part of the same. Alarums: Excursions: and afterwards a Retreat. Then enter King EDWARD, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces; with Queen MARGARET, OXFORD, and SOMERSET, prisoners.
K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous broils.
Away with Oxford to Hammes' castle straight: For Somerset, off with his guilty head.
Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak. Oxf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words.
Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune.
[Exeunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded. Q.Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous world, To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.
K. Edw. Is proclamation made,—that, who finds Edward,
Shall have a high reward, and he his life?
Enter Soldiers, with Prince EDWARD. K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak:
What! can so young a thorn begin to prick? Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?
Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York!
Suppose, that I am now my father's mouth; Resign thy chair, and where I stand, kneel thou, Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee, Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to. Q. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so resolv'd!
Glo. That you might still have worn the pet
And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster.
Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague
K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.
Clar. Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert. Prince. I know my duty, you are all undutiful; Lascivious Edward, and thou perjur'd George,-And thou mis-shapen Dick,-I tell ye all, I am your better, traitors as ye are ;And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here. [Stabs him.
Glo. Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy [Glo. stabs him,