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Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit,
War. Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou hear's
Rich. I know it well, Lord Warwick, blaine me tiotz 'Tis love, I bear thy glories, makes me speak. But in this troublous time what's to be done? Shall we go throw away our coats of steel, And wrap our bodies in black mourning gowns Numb'ring our Ave Maries with our beads? Or shall we on the helmets of our foes Tell our devotion with revengeful arms ? If for the last, fay; ay; and to it, Lords.
War. Why, therefore Warwick camte to seek you out; And therefore comes my brother Montague. Attend me, Lords. The proud infulting Queen; With Clifford; and the haught Northumberland, And of their feather many more proud birds, Have wrought * the ealy melting King, like wax: He swore consent to your fucceffion, His oath inrolled in the parliament'; And now to London all the crew are gone; To frustrate both his oath, and what beside May make againit the house of Lancasier. Their power, I think, is thirty thousand strong ; Now if the help of Norfolk and myself, With all the friends that thou, brave Earl of March Amongst the loving Welfromen canst procure; Will but amount to five and twenty thousands Why, Via! to London will re mareh amain, And once again bestride our foaming steeds;
--the easy-meling King, like As red as fire; nay, then beri tubex
wax.) So again in this play, of the lady Gray, VOL. V:
And once again cry, Charge upon our foes !
Ricb. Ay, now, methinks, I hear great Warwick
he live to see a sun shine day, That cries, retire, --if Warwick bid him stay.
Edw. Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean, And when thou fail'ít, (as God forbid the hour!) Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forefend!
War. No longer Earl of March, but Duke of York; The next degree is England's royal throne, For King of England shalt thou be proclaim'd In every borough as we pass along, And he, that throws not up his cap for joy, Shall for the fault make forfeit of his head. King Edward, valiant Richard, Montague, Stay we no longer, dreaming of renown; But found the trumpets, and about our task.
Rich. Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as steel,
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. The Duke of Norfolk sends you word by me,
[Excunt omnes. * Why then it forts.] Why then things are as they should be.
Changes to York. Enter King Henry, the Queen, Clifford, Northumber
land, and the Prince of Wales, with Drums and Trumpets. . Elcome, my Lord, to this brave town of
York. Yonder's the head of that arch-enemy, That sought to be encompast with your crown. Doth not the object cheer your heart, my Lord? K. Henry. Ay, as the rocks cheer them, that fear
their wreck. To see this fight, it irks my very soul. - With hold revenge, dear God; 'tis not my fault, Nor wittingly have I infring'd my vow.
Clif. My gracious Liege, this too much lenity
Who hath not seen them (even with those wings,
K. Henry. Full well hath Clifford plaid the orator,
had ever bad fuccess?
K. Henry. Edward Plantagenet, arise a Knight;
Prince. My gracious father, by your kingly leave, I'll draw it as Apparent to the crown, Alluding to a common Proverb.
And in that quarrel use it to the death.
Enter a Messenger.
Clif. I would your highness would depart the field, The Queen hath best success, when you are absent. Queen. Ay, good my Lord, and leave us to our
fortune. K. Henry. Why, that's my fortune too; therefore
l'll stay North. Be it with resolution then to fight.
Prince. My royal father, cheer these noble Lords, And hearten those that fight in your
defence. Unsheath your sword, good father; cry, St. George!
March. Enter Edward, Warwick, Richard, Clarence,
Norfolk, Montague, and Soldiers.
Queen. Go rate thy minions, proud insulting boy. Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms Before thy sovereign and thy lawful King?
Edw. I am his King, and he Should bow his knee; I was adopted heir by his consent; Since when, bis oath is broke, for, as I hear, You that are King, though he do wear the crown,
• Darraign] That is, range your host, put your hofts in order.