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Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither,
Into this chiefest thicket of the park.

Thus stands the case: You know, our king, my brother,

Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands
He hath good usage and great liberty;
And often, but attended with weak guard,
Comes hunting this way to disport himself.
I have advértis'd him by secret means,
That if about this hour, he make this way,
Under the color of his usual game,

I make you both protectors of this land;
While I myself will lead a private life,
And in devotion spend my latter days,
To sin's rebuke, and my Creator's praise.
War. What answers Clarence to his sovereign's


Clar. That he consents, if Warwick yield consent;

For on thy fortune I repose myself.

War. Why then, though loath, yet must I be

He shall here find his friends, with horse and men, We'll yoke together, like a double shadow
To set him free from his captivity.

Enter KING EDWARD, and a Huntsman.
Hunt. This way, my lord; for this way lies the


K. Edw. Nay, this way, man; see, where the huntsmen stand.

Now, brother of Gloster, lord Hastings, and the rest, Stand you thus close, to steal the bishop's deer?

Glo. Brother, the time and case requireth haste; Your horse stands ready at the park corner. K. Edw. But whither shall we then?

Hast. To Lynn, my lord, and ship from thence to Flanders.

Glo. Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning.

K. Edw. Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness. Glo. But wherefore stay we! 'tis no time to talk. K. Edw. Huntsman, what say'st thou wilt thou go along?

Hunt. Better do so, than tarry and be hang'd. Glo. Come then, away; let's have no more ado. K. Edw. Bishop, farewell; shield thee from Warwick's frown;

And pray that I may repossess the crown. [Exeunt. SCENE VI-A Room in the Tower.

Enter KING HENRY, CLARENCE, WARWICK, SOMERSET, Young RICHMOND, OXFORD, MONTAGUE, Lieutenant of the Tower, and Attendants.

K. Hen. Master lieutenant, now that God and friends

Have shaken Edward from the regal seat;
And turn'd my captive state to liberty,
My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys;
At our enlargement what are thy due fees?
Lieut. Subjects may challenge nothing of their

But, if an humble prayer may prevail,

I then crave pardon of your majesty.

K. Hen. For what, lieutenant! for well using me?

Nay, be thou sure, I'll well requite thy kindness,
For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure:
Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds
Conceive, when, after many moody thoughts,
At last, by notes of household harmony,
They quite forget their loss of liberty.-
But, Warwick, after God, thou set'st me free,
And chiefly therefore I thank God and thee;
He was the author, thou the instrument.
Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite,
By living low where fortune cannot hurt me;
And that the people of this blessed land
May not be punished with my thwarting stars;
Warwick, although my head still wear the crown,
I here resign my government to thee,
For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.

War. Your grace hath still been famed for virtuous;

And now may seem as wise as virtuous,
By spying and avoiding fortune's malice,
For few men rightly temper with the stars:7
Yet in this one thing let ine blame your grace,
For choosing me, when Clarence is in place.
Clar. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway,
To whom the heavens, in thy nativity,
Adjudg'd an olive branch, and laurel crown.
As likely to be blest in peace, and war;
And therefore I yield thee my free consent.
War. And I choose Clarence only for protector.
K. Hen. Warwick, and Clarence, give me both
your hands;

Now join your hands, and with your hands, your hearts,

That no dissension hinder government:

Few men conform their temper to their destiny.

To Henry's body, and supply his place;
I mean in bearing weight of government,
While he enjoys the honor and his ease.
And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful,
Forthwith that Edward be pronounced a traitor,
And all his lands and goods be confiscate.

Clar. What else? and that succession be deter min'd.

War. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.

K. Hen. But, with the first of all your chief aflairs,

Let me entreat, (for I command no more,).
That Margaret your queen, and my son Edward,
Be sent for to return from France with speed:
For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear
My joy of liberty is half eclips'd.

Clar. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.

K. Hen. My lord of Somerset, what youth is that,

Of whom you seem to have so tender care? Som. My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Richmond.

K. Hen. Come hither, England's hope: If secret powers, [Lays his hand on his head. Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts, This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss. His looks are full of peaceful majesty; His head by nature framed to wear a crown, His hand to wield a sceptre; and himself Likely, in time, to bless a regal throne. Make much of him, my lords; for this is he, Must help you more than you are hurt by me. Enter a Messenger

War. What news, my friend?

Mess. That Edward is escaped from your brother, And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.

War Unsavory news: but how made he escape? Mess. He was convey'd by Richard duke of


And the lord Hastings, who attended him
In secret ambush on the forest side,

And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him;
For hunting was his daily exercise.

War. My brother was too careless of his charge.

But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide
A salve for any sore that may betide.

[Exeunt KING HENRY, WAR., CLAR., Lieut.,
and Attendants.

Som. My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's:

For, doubtless, Burgundy will yield him help;
And we shall have more wars, before't be long.
As Henry's late presaging prophecy

Did glad my heart, with hope of this young Richmond;

So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts
What may befall him, to his harm, and ours:
Therefore, lord Oxford, to prevent the worst,
Forthwith we'll send him hence to Britany,
Till storms be past of civil enmity.

(Exe unt.

Oxf. Ay; for, if Edward repossess the crown, 'Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall do wn. Som. It shall be so; he shall to Britany. Come therefore, let's about it speedily. SCENE VII.-Before York. Enter KING EDWARD, GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and


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Well have we pass'd, and now repass'd the seas,
And brought desired help from Burgundy;
What then remains, we being thus arriv'd
From Ravenspurg haven before the gates of York,
But that we enter, as into our dukedom?

Glo. The gates made fast!-Brother, I like not this;
For many men, that stumble at the threshold,
Are well foretold-that danger lurks within.

K. Edw. Tush, man! abodements must not now
affright us;

By fair or foul means we must enter in,
For hither will our friends repair to us.

Hast. My liege, I'll knock once more to summon


Enter on the Walls, the Mayor of York, and his

May. My lords, we were forewarned of your

And shut the gates for safety of ourselves;
For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.
K. Edw. But, master mayor, if Henry be your king,
Yet Edward, at the least, is duke of York.

May. True, my good lord; I know you for no less.
K. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but my

As being well content with that alone.

Glo. But when the fox hath once got in his nose,
He'll soon find means to make the body follow.
Hast. Why, master mayor, why stand you in a

Open the gates, we are king Henry's friends.
May. Ay, say you so? the gates shall then be
[Exeunt from above.
Glo. A wise stout captain, and persuaded soon!
Hast. The good old man would fain that all were

So 'twere not 'long of him: but, being enter'd,
I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade
Both him and all his brothers unto reason.

Re-enter the Mayor and two Aldermen, below.
K. Edw. So, master mayor: these gates must
not be shut,

But in the night, or in the time of war.
What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys;
[Takes his keys.
For Edward will defend the town and thee,
And all those friends that deign to follow me.
Drum. Enter MONTGOMERY and Forces, marching.
Glo. Brother, this is sir John Montgomery,
Our trusty friend, unless I be deceiv'd.

K. Edw. 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 we
now forget

Our title to the crown; and only claim
Our dukedom, till God please to send the rest.
Mont. Then fare you well, for I will hence again:
I came to serve a king, and not a duke,-
Drummer, strike up, and let us march away.

[A March begun. K. Edw. Nay, stay, sir John, a while; and we'll debate,

By what safe means the crown may be recover'd.
Mont. What, talk you of debating? In few words,
If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king,
I'll leave you to your fortune; and be gone,
To keep them back that come to succor you:
Why should we fight, if you pretend no title?
Glo. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice
K. Edw. When we grow stronger, then we'll

make our claim:

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;
The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.
K. Edw. Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right,
And Henry but usurps the diadem.

Mont. Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like him-

And now will I be Edward's champion.

1 Noise, report.

Hast. Sound, trumpet; Edward shall be here

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.
[Throws down his Gauntlet.
All. Long live king Edward the Fourth!
K. Edw. Thanks, brave Montgomery ;—and
thanks unto you all.

If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness.
Now, for this night, let's harbor here in York:
And, when the morning sun shall raise his car
Above the border of this horizon,

We'll forward towards Warwick, and his mates;
For, well I wot,2 that Henry is no soldier.—
Ah, froward Clarence!-how evil it beseems thee,
To flatter Henry, and forsake thy brother!
Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and Warwick.—
Come on, brave soldiers; doubt not of the day;
And that, once gotten, doubt not of large pay.

SCENE VIII.-London. A Room in the Palace.
War. What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia,
With hasty Germans, and blunt Hollanders,
Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow scas,
And with his troops doth march amain to London;
And many giddy people flock to him.

Oxf. Let's levy men, and beat him back again.
Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out;
Which, being sufler'd, rivers cannot quench.
War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends;
Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war;
Those will I muster up--and thou, son Clarence,
Shalt stir, in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,
Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,
The knights and gentlemen to come with thee:-
Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find
Men well inclin'd to hear what thou command'st:
And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov'd,
In Oxfordshire shall muster up thy friends.-
My sovereign, with the loving citizens,-
Like to this island, girt in with the ocean,
Or modest Dina, circled with her nymphs,—
Shall rest in London, till we come to him.-
Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply.-
Farewell, my sovereign.

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 scal
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.
K. Hen. That's not my fear, my meeds hath got

me fame.

I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,
Nor posted off their suits with slow delays;
My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs,
My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears:
I have not been desirous of their wealth,
Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies,
Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd;
Then why should they love Edward more than me?
No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace:
And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb,
The lamb will never cease to follow him."

[Shout within. A Lancaster! A Lancaster!
Exe. Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are these?
Enter KING EDWARD, GLOSTER, and Soldiers.
K. Edw. Seize on the shame-faced Henry, bear
him hence,

2 Know.

• Merit.

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.


SCENE I.-Coventry.

And with the other fling it at thy face,

Enter upon the Walls, WARWICK, the Mayor of Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.
Coventry, two Messengers, and others.

War. Where is the post that came from valiant

How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?
1 Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching hither-

War. How far off is our brother Montague?
Where is the post that came from Montague?
2 Mess. By this at Daintry, with a puissant


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 honor hears, marcheth from War-

War. Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for

Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.

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 seduced, That we could hear no news of his repair?

K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city

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?-
Call Warwick-patron, and be penitent,

And thou shalt still remain the duke of York.
Glo. I thought, at least, he would have said-
the king;

Or did he make the jest against his will?
War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?
Glo. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give;
I'll do thee service for so good a gift.

War. 'Twas I, that gave the kingdom to thy

K. Edw. Why, then, 'tis mine, if but by War

wick'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 pri-


And gallant Warwick, do but answer this,-
What is the body when the head is off?

Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,
But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,
The king was slily finger'd from the deck!4
You left poor Henry at the bishop's palace,
And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower.
K. Edw, 'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick

Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel down,
kneel down:

Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools.
War. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,

A pack of cards was formerly termed a deck of cards.

K. Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind and
tide thy friend;

This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair,
Shall, whiles the head is warm, and new cut off,
Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,—
Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.
Enter OXFORD, with Drum and Colors.

War. O cheerful colors! see where Oxford

Oxf. 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 but 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 Colors.
Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!

[He and his Forces enter the City. Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this


Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.
K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater

My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest.
Enter SOMERSET, with Drum and Colors.
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 Colors. War. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along,

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

[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, War-

That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural,
To bend the fatal instruments of war
Against his brother, and his lawful king?
Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath:
To keep that oath, were more impiety
Than Jephtha's, when he sacrificed his daughter
I am so sorry for my trespass made,
That to deserve well at my brother's hands,
I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe;
With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee,
(As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad,)
To plague thee for thy foul misleading me,
And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee,
And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.
Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends:
And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,
For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.
K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times
more belov'd,

Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate.
Glo. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brother-like.

• Insensible.

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?
War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence:
I will away towards Barnet presently,
And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st.

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
our fear;

For Warwick was a bug? that fear'ds us all.-
Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,
That Warwick's bones may keep thine company.


War. Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend, or

And tell me, who is victor, York, or Warwick?
Why ask I that? my mangled body shows,
My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart

That I must yield my body to the earth,
And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.
Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,
Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,
Under whose shade the ramping lion slept;
Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree,
And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind.
These eyes that now are dimm'd with death's black

Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,
To search the secret treasons of the world:
The wrinkles in my brows, now fill'd with blood,
Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres;

For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave?
And who durst smile, when Warwick bent his

Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood!
My parks, my walks, my manors that I had,
Even now forsake me: and, of all my lands,
Is nothing left me, but my body's length!
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and

And live we how we can, yet die we must.

Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we

We might recover all our loss again!
The queen from France hath brought a puissant


Even now we heard the news: Ah, couldst thou

War.Why, then I would not fly.-Ah, Montague,
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 glues my lips, and will not let me speak.
Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.

Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd his

And to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick,
And said-Commend me to my valiant brother.
And more he would have said; and more he spoke,
Which sounded like a cannon in a vault,
That might not be distinguish'd; but at last,
I well might hear deliver'd with a groan,-
O, farewell, Warwick!

Sweet rest to his soul!-
Fly, lords, and save yourselves: for Warwick bids
You all farewell, to meet again in heaven. [Dies.
Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great


[Exeunt, bearing off WARWICK'S Body. SCENE III-Another Part of the Field. Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD in triumph; with CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and the rest.

K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward


And we are graced with wreaths of victory.
• Eminent, egregious. 1 Bugbear. • Terrified.

But in the midst of this bright-shining day,
I spy a black, suspicious, threat'ning cloud,
That will encounter with our glorious sun,
Ere he attain his easeful western bed:


I mean, my lords,-those powers that the queen
Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coast,
And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.

Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud,
And blow it to the source from whence it came:
Thy very beams will dry those vapors up;
For every cloud engenders not a storm.

Glo. The queen is valued thirty thousand strong,
If she have time to breathe, be well assur'd,
And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her;
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 towards Tewksbury;
We, having now the best at Barnet field,

Will thither straight, for willingness rids way;
And, as we march, our strength will be augmented
In every county as we go along.-
Strike up the drum; cry-Courage! and away.


SCENE IV.-Plains near Tewksbury.
SOMERSET, OXFORD, and Soldiers.

Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail
their loss,

But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
What though the mast be now blown over-board,
The cable broke, the holding anchor lost,
And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood?
Yet lives our pilot still: Is't meet that he
Should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad,
With tearful eyes add water to the sea,
And give more strength to that which hath too

Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock,
Which industry and courage might have sav'd?
Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this!
Say, Warwick was our anchor; What of that?
And Montague our top-mast; What of him?
Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; What of these?
Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?
And Somerset another goodly mast?
The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?
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;
But keep our course, though the rough wind say


From shelves and rocks that threaten us with

As good to chide the waves as speak them fair.
And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea?
What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit?
And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock!
Say, you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while;
All these the enemies to our poor bark.
Tread on the sand; why there you quickly sink:
Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off,
Or else you famish, that's a threefold death.
This speak I, lords, to let you understand,
In case some one of you would fly from us,
That there's no hoped-for mercy with the brothers,
More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and

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.
I speak not this as doubting any here:
For, did I but suspect a fearful man,
He should have leave to go away betimes;
And make him of like spirit to himself.
Lest, in our need, he might infect another,
Let him depart, before we need his help.
If any such be here, as God forbid!

Oxf. Women and children of so high a courage!
And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.-
O, brave young prince! thy famous grandfather
To bear his image, and renew his glories!
Doth live again in thee; Long mayst thou live,

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.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand, Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.

Orf. I thought no less: it is his policy, To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.

Som. But he's deceiv'd, we are in readiness.

Q. Mar. This cheers my heart to see your forwardness.

Orf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not budge.

March. Enter at a distance, KING EDWARD, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces.

K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood,

Which, by the heaven's assistance, and your strength,

Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.
I need not add more fuel to your fire,

For, well I wot,9 ye blaze to burn them out:

Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords.

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K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done too much.

Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with words?

K. Edw. What! doth she swoon? use means for her recovery.

Glo Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother; I'll hence to London on a serious matter:

Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.
Clar. What? what?

Glo. The Tower, the Tower!


Q. Mar. O, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy!

Canst thou not speak?-O traitors! murderers!—

Q. Mur. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I They that stabb'd Cæsar, shed no blood at all,

should say,

My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,
Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes,
Therefore, no more but this:-Henry, your sove-

Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd,
His real a slaughter-house, his subjects slain,
His statutes cancelled, and his treasure spent;
And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil.
You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords,
Be valiant, and give signal to the fight.
[Exeunt both Armies.

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

Shall have a high reward, and he his life?
Glo. It is: and, lo, where youthful Edward comes.
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.

Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so resolv'd! Glo. That you might still have worn the petti

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Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,
If this foul deed were by, to equal it.
He was a man: this, in respect, a child;
And men ne'er spend their fury on a child.
What's worse than murderer, that I may name it?
No, no; my heart will burst, an if I speak:-
And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.—
Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals!

How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd!
You have no children, butchers! if you had,
The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse:
But, if you ever chance to have a child,
Look in his youth to have him so cut off,
As, deathsmen, you have rid this sweet young

K. Edw. Away with her; go bear her hence perforce.

Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, despatch me here;

Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death: What! wilt thou not?-then, Clarence, do it thou. Clar. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease. Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do

thou do it.

Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear, I would not

do it?

Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself; 'Twas sin before,3 but now 'tis charity. What! wilt thou not? where is that devil's butcher, Hard-favor'd Richard? Richard, where art tho! Thou art not here: Murder is thy alms-deed; Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back.

K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye bear her her ce Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this prince! [Exit, led out forcio Ly. K. Edw. Where's Richard gone? Clar. To London all in post; and, as I guess, To make a bloody supper in the Tower.

K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head. Now march we hence: discharge the common sort With pay and thanks, and let's away to London And see our gentle queen how well she fares; By this, I hope, she hath a son for me.

[Exeunt. SCENE VI.-London. A Room in the TowerKING HENRY is discovered sitting with a Book in eis Hand, the Lieutenant attending. Enter GLOSTER Glo. Good day, my lord! What, at your book so hard?

K. Hen. Ay, my good lord: My lord, I should say rather;

'Tis sin to flatter, good was little better; Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike,

And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord. Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must con fer. [Exit Lieutenant. K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the


So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece,
And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.-
What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?
Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

She alludes to the desertion of Clarence.

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