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Q. Mar. Enforced thee! Art thou king, and wilt
be forced ? I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch ! Thou hast undone thyself, thy son, and me; And given unto the house of York such head, As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance. To entail him and his heirs unto the crown, What is it, but to make thy se pulchre, And creep into it far before thy time? Warwick is chancellor, and the lord of Calais ; Stern Faulconbridge commands the narrow seas; The duke is made protector of the realm; And yet shalt thou be safe? Such safety finds The trembling lamb, environed with wolves. Had I been there, which am a silly woman, The soldiers should have toss'd ine on their pikes, Before I would have granted to that act. But thou preferr’st thy lite before thine honour : And, seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself, Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed, Until that act of parliament be repeai’d, Whereby my son is disinherited. The norinern lords, that have forsworn thy colours, Will follow mine, if once they see them spread : And spread they shall be; to thy foul disgrace, And utter ruin of the house of York. Thus do I leave thee :-Come, son, let's away ; Our army's ready ; come, we'll after them. K. Heit. Stay, gentle Margaret, an
hear me speak. Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much already ; get
Prince. When I return with viciory from the field,
(Lxeunt Queen Margaret, and the Prince. K. Hen. Poor queen! How love to me, and to her
and us ;
The loss of those three lords torments my heart :
[Exeunt. SCENE II.-A Room in Sandal Castle, near Wake
field, in Yorkshire.
Edw. No qnarrel, but a slight contention.
Rich. About that which concerns your grace, The crown of England, father, which is yours.
York. Mine, boy? Not till king Henry be dead.
reign. Edw. But, for a kingdom, any oath may be
broken : I'd break a thousand oaths, to reign one year. Rich. No; God forbid, your grace should be for
Rich. An oath is of no moment, being not took
Within whose circuit is Elysium,
York. Richard, enough; I will be king, or die.— Brother, thou shalt to London presently, And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.Thou, Richard, shalt unto the duke of Norfolk, And tell him privily of our intent.You, Edward, shall unto my lord Cobham, With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise: In them I trust; for they are soldiers, Witty and courteous, liberal, full of spirit.While you are thus employ'd, what resteth more, But that I seek occasion how to rise; And yet the king not privy to my drift, Nor any of the house of Lancaster?
Enter a MESSENGER.
But, stay; what news? Why comest thou in such post?
Mess. The queen, with all the northern earls and lords,
Intend here to besiege you in your castle:
York. Ay, with my sword. What! think'st thou, that we fear them?
Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me ;-
Mont. Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not: And thus most humbly I do take my leave. [Exit.
Enter Sir JOHN and Sir HUGH MORTIMER.
York. Sir John, and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles!
You are come to Sandal in a happy hour;
Sir John. She shall not need, we'll meet her in the field.
York. What, with five thousand men ?
+ Of sound judgment.
Rich. Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need, A woman's general; What should we fear?
[A March afar off. Edw. I hear their drums; let's set our men in order;
And issue forth, and bid them battle straight,
I doubt not, uncle, of our victory:
SCENE III Plains near Sandal Castle. Alarums: Excursions.-Enter RUTLAND and his
Rut. Ah, whither shall I fly, to 'scape their hands! Ah, tutor! Look, where bloody Clifford comes!
Enter CLIFFORD, and Soldiers.
Clif. Chaplain, away! Thy priesthood saves thy life.
As for the brat of this accursed duke,
Whose father slew my father,
he shall die.
Tut. And I, my lord, will bear him company.
Tut. Ah, Clifford ! Murder not this innocent child, Lest thou be hated both of God and man.
[Exit, forced off by Soldiers. Clif. How now! Is he dead already? Or, is it fear,
That makes him close his eyes!-I'll open them.
Clif. In vain thou speak'st, poor boy; my father's blood
Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should
Rut. Then let my father's blood open it again; He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him.
Clif. Had I thy brethern here, their lives and thine,
Were not revenge sufficient for me:
[Lifting his Hand, Rut. O, let me pray before I take my death :To thee I pray; Sweet Clifford, pity me!
Clif. Such pity as my rapier's point affords.
Clif. Thy father hath.
Rut. But 'twas ere I was born.
Thou hast one son, for his sake pity me;
Ah, let me live in prison all my days;
Thy father slew my father; therefore, die.
Clif. Plantagenet! I come, Plantagenet!
SCENE IV.-The same.
York. The army of the queen hath got the field: My uncles both are slain in rescuing me; And all my followers to the eager foe Turn back, and fly, like ships before the wind, Or lambs pursued by hunger-starved wolves. My sons-God knows, what hath bechanced them: But this I know,-they have demean'd themselves
+ Heaven grant this may be your greatest boast. Ovid. Epist.